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This is a little poetry a little prose (not sure where to post)
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This is a little poetry a little prose (not sure where to post) |
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LCBS Senior Member
since 2001-11-29
Posts 532Connecticut |
Paper for english.....Greek myth about the origin of Poetry...read if you dare (its long). Oh and I hope you know about Greek mythology..... Hera vs. Poetry A battle Of Wits Very rarely was Mount Olympus calm, but there was a period of time where Zeus and Hera lived in pure tranquillity. During this harmonious time, Hera gave birth to twins, Rhyme and Verse. Rhyme was a vision of beauty; she was an immortal Pandora, born with every gift that the gods could offer, including a kind sympathetic heart. Verse was a strong, handsome man, complete with intelligence and sensitivity. The two married, and Rhyme gave birth to the lovely Poetry. Poetry lived with her parents on the island of Cyprus. Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty, and Athena, goddess of art mentored her. She spent her days playing with the young Eros, while he grew into the god of love. Poetry grew up loving all arts and beauty. Because poetry’s parents were Rhyme and Verse, that was all she could speak in. Words poured out of her mouth so sweetly that when she would talk, everyone would be mesmerized. Both the people of Greece, and the immortal gods worshipped Poetry, and her kind timid soul. However, with kindness and beauty come jealousy, and Hera could not stand being second to the great poetry. On one unusual trip to Mount Olympus, an intimidating Hera met her, with evil in her eyes. "You, you steal my worshippers, you steal their love, for this, you must be punished!" Hera could not be stopped, but a quiet Poetry looked into Hera’s eyes and began to speak. "Grandmother, you surprise me… You don’t like what I have become? But what is it that you thought I’d be? Wasn’t it you whom my gifts are from My beauty it is all from you… My love for creation, my skill… My intelligence from the Great Hera too Your dreams, I did fulfill… What is it that I need to alter? I am what you made me… Nowhere in me did you falter Or are you too almighty to see?" "THAT IS IT!" Screamed an embarrassed and insulted Hera, "I am tired of your insolence, forever more you will only be able to speak when rhyming another persons last word!" "Oh Hera, that’s absolutely absurd for I can never be deterred And I can rhyme any spoken word" A flash of red anger passed through Hera’s usually cool eyes. "I challenge you, young poetry, to a duo against my husband. Beat Zeus using your clever tongue, or never speak again" "First Hera wipe away that grin and then tell me where and when Let’s let these games begin" Said Poetry in a sarcastic, condescending tone. Hera sent for Hermes, and the next day, the Olympic pantheon surrounded Zeus and Poetry, ready to witness Poetry’s feeble attempt at overcoming Zeus. "Zeus you may think your great But sadly you’re mistaken You cannot conquer fate And one day you will awaken To find your rule will end abrupt you’ll be conquered by your sons for they feel you are too corrupt And they should be the ones To rule the earth and all above To behold true omnipotence So you they must dispose of it’s really common sense They’ve all ganged up on Zeus the great They are tired of your pretentiousness And a fast approaching date You’ll be rid of your contentiousness You don’t believe that I’m a prophecy But the future is drawing near And the look in your eyes I want to see When the feared, begins to fear Zeus, the future is quite clear But I might be able to change it Not everything is how it appears I could rearrange it Now Zeus, I’ve made my impression Please let my lips speak free Let poetry be a way of expression, For all of eternity With an angered and hurt look in his eyes, Zeus led Poetry off the mountain, and said she was free to go. If only she would allow him to see his future. Poetry looked at him and said; "Your future would only be wrong If you kept me under her curse And didn’t let me sing my sweet song Or speak in my lovely verse Zeus I played a trick on you you will never be overthrown the things I said, they were untrue Your secure in your throne" Zeus, astounded by poetry’s wit and cunning, fell in love with his young granddaughter. Zeus and Poetry had many children. Among them were: Haiku, Ballad, Sonnet, Limerick, Ode, Vianelle, Sestina, Narrative, Quatrains, Tercet, and Couplet. Their Grandchildren were; Style, Repetition, Meter, Line, Imagery, Form, and Tradition. Exeryone makes mistake, learn from them and move on, because tomorrow we'll make more... |
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gracianna Member
since 2002-02-17
Posts 165A 14 year hell |
That's a good one! I give a whole new meaning to the word 'sad.' |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Well good luck with this paper, it was just great, and I know enough about Greek Mythology to know you covered all your bases here, right down to the grandchildren! I would make one suggestion though, that you copy it to word if you have it and do a spell check on it, as there are several spelling errors (doesn't go over too well in an English paper)  Great going, let us know how this turned out.~* Imagination is more important than knowledge *~ Einstein [This message has been edited by Mysteria (02-26-2002 02:59 AM).] |
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LCBS Senior Member
since 2001-11-29
Posts 532Connecticut |
Thanks guys, I've never been great at spelling, and spell check is my best friend. I love you guys for taking the time to read through it.... ~LCBS Exeryone makes mistake, learn from them and move on, because tomorrow we'll make more... |
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TigerZ Member
since 2002-01-02
Posts 83Ontario, Canada |
awesome!!! i love mythology or the way you did that...=) wow i really really loved it! like said above, let us know how it turns out. A life without love…is no life at all. |
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