And now may the blessing of God rest upon all men. I have told unto them the Epic of Kings, and the Epic of Kings is come to a close, and the tale of their deeds is ended.
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Epic Smile
Time slows;
then stops.
You have an epic smile,
shining brightly to challenge the sun.
You laugh with your soul,
eyes sparkling in the light.
You have an epic smile,
one I will never forget.
My heart leaps at your voice,
a smile shattering the gloom of life.
You have an epic smile,
brighter than a thousand suns.
I will think of you often,
though truthfully I already do.
You have an epic smile, my muse,
one that will always be with me.
poem by Brian Hinckley
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Epic Poem
This poem is epic
so I named it so
it's more epic than wind and snow
which are in there own respects quite epic
snow could be described as ghetto
and wind can take on epic forms
like a spinning tiger with legs made of iron bars
that would be pretty epic
infact I think that happened in outer mongolia
to a young girl how got hit by the iron bars
sadly she died
but the type of death was one we all wish for
over exposure to pure epicness
like viewing a snail with a lightsaber who flies over mountains made of cheese
that's bleedin' epic
imagine it if you can
can you?
I imagined it so according to the ontological arguement
it exists
im scared now
it may be coming to get me
and although I will suffer the best kind of death
it will be death still
and what is death without life
it is simply death
that was mock epic
those statements aren't as deep as you think they are
they are meerly the ramblings of a crazy man
you fell for it did you not
I know you did for I can see you
your PC moniter is actually a camera
If you're paranoid then you will be scared now
and for that reason I laugh
I can see your fear
I smell it
it is like raspberry ripple ice cream
your fear is wierd
I don't like you anymore
this poem is bleedin' epic!
poem by Torben Duncan
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Honour The Womenfolk
King Ravana stole Sita from the jungle
to take revenge for the insult
brought about to his sister;
but in molesting her he did bungle.
And Valmiki had a story for an epic.
The invaders on India for her gold,
had a kick towards the wives of kings
who were defeated or killed in the wars.
They coveted and drove them to their harem.
No Muslim poet wrote any epic to adore them.
Ravana is worshipped as a god
still in some rural parts of North India.
The Muslim men in Ladakh and elsewhere
love the girls of other cults, convert,
marry them to add to their list of wives.
They could not be heroes of even ditties.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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All The Kings Horses
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Couldnt put me back together again
My heart lies in pieces all over the ground
Whos gonna help me when youre not around
And I know inside me ,that nobody cares
Whatever happens to me
I live my life as a plea
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Couldnt put me back together again
I was in love when I sat on my wall
No one could hurt me , no one at all
And I know that somewhere my love walked away
She threw my love to the sky
Nothing to do but to cry
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Couldnt put me back together again
All the kings horses , all the kings horses
All the kings horses , all the kings horses
song performed by by Bee Gees
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When the Kings Went to War
When the kings went to war
Went to war
Went to war
When the kings went to war
I stayed home.
Now the kings have returned
Some have died
Most alive
Now the kings have returned
And I'm alone.
Who to tell
How to say
All that happened in the days
When the kings went to war
While I stayed home.
Oh the battles
Oh the hell
Not of war but worse
The well-kept secrets crying
To be known.
Knocks the door
Comes before
Nathan knows and he will tell
How the king failed to war
When he stayed home.
When the kings went to war
Went to war
Went to war
When the kings went to war
I stayed home.
With several different kinds of poetry to choose from, a man would decide that he would like best to be an epic poet, and he would set out, in conscious determination, on an epic poem.
quote by Lascelles Abercrombie
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12th Of Never Goin' Happen
.....Norwalk vigils
.........Spot...new...digs
. ..........Cast my cares to Sherlock
...Love...The...Electric...Line.. .Pigs
...Care...to...take...a...tu mble?
.....'Round...my...prickly..pear...and... thorny...weeds?
............Or..would...you..rather...rum ble?
...About...Homers Epic: ...And..Circes..poisnous...deeds?
..........Send...me...some..ambro sia
......To...find...out.....what.....i.. ..really.....mean
...And..if..you..get..lu cky..................(.Doubful!)
..............I....just........might..... come............................clean!
Sherlocks...a...good...Detective
He... spotted...the...other...pig...in...the...tree!
Dedicated to: The Greek Epic Poems Of Homer
Personally Dedicated to: H.O.W.
poem by Theodora Onken
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All The Kings Horses
I know you
You always rode so tall in the saddle
You are the answer
But I know that you are only causin trouble
Take all you want, leave me the rest behind
Youre a user
A winnin no new friends, just make one small step
Youre a user
You never came to anyones call
Spent all your life head on the wall
While youre up there, theres only one way to fall
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Will never put you together again
You still got your chances
The one thing the whole world loves is a winner
You cant walk on water
With your heat the ice youre on is gettin thinner
You used to be so wise
But you are fooled by your own lies
And I see right through your disguise
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Will never put you together again
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Will never put you together again.
Words and music by manny charlton and dan mccafferty
(copyright 1977 mtb music,inc. for u.s.a. and canada)
(copyright 1977 nazsongs/panache music ltd. for the rest of the world)
International copyright secured
All rights reserved.
song performed by by Nazareth
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All The Kings Horses
All the kings horse and all the kings men
They couldnt put my broken heart back together again.
I woke up this mornin that this is what I found.
You had gone and left me,
Any you never even made a farewell sound.
All the kings horse and all the kings men
They couldnt put my broken heart back together again.
I asked my friends about you and this is what they said,
She can live without you,
Shes gonna find a man with money instead.
All the kings horse and all the kings men
They couldnt put my broken heart back together again.
Someday you will know, the meaning of a love thats true.
But when you find out I wont be around to share it with you.
All the kings horse and all the kings men
They couldnt put my broken heart back together again.
All the kings horse and all the kings men
They couldnt put my broken heart back together again.
song performed by by Monkees
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I Do Not Want To Die...
war is not epic,
but it can fix problems (in a way) .
war kills many peole,
but is it for the best?
war is very hurtful,
but someone always wins.
war is but nothing except killing and winning...
war is but...
soldiers dying,
war can kill,
but I DO NOT WANT TO DIE,
i want to go home,
i saw brown leaves falling down,
war is the time you need friens the most,
I DO NOT WANT TO DIE...
Birds Are Not My Epic
When I’ll write an epic for the animals
Particularly birds with their wings and beaks and claws
They’ll make me sick to think of them in the bathroom
When all the intense images I’ll see are them flying
Over and above my head out from the shower faucet
Those weird throbbing like needles on my skins
Are brandishing my mortality to hate the images
I admit of them my number one phobia
I cannot run a writing race overnight with such of them as characters
They can be epic but they cannot be mine
Say if my rationality is purely an excuse
But I am this mortal who does fear
Birds are birds and I cannot undress them
Who has dreads and who has courage?
Birds are not my epic
poem by Chester Maynes
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All The Kings Horses
(unknown)
Mmm, my friends keep telling me to pull myself together
They try to cheer my up but its not gettin better
They say that time will pass and Ill love again some day
But time is standing still ever since you went away
Now, all the kings horses and all the kings men
Youll never get me back together again
cause I just fall apart each time I look at you
No, all the kings and all the kings men
Are never gonna make me smile again
How can I smile just knowin youre with somebody new? , ooh
You had my hopes so high I guess they had to tumble
And when you left my dream my world began to crumble
No woman ever found the only missing part
When you left me behind dont you know you took my heart?
Now, all the kings horses and all the kings men
Youll never get me back together again
cause I just fall apart each time I look at you, yes I do, now
All the kings and all the kings men
Youre never gonna make me smile again
How can I smile just knowin youre with somebody new? , ooh, yeah, ooh, ahh, ha
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Youll never get me back together again
cause I just fall apart each time I look at you, yes I do
I said, all the kings and all the kings men
Are never gonna make me smile again
How can I smile just knowing youre with somebody new? , yeah
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Youll never get me back together again
And I just fall apart each time
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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I'm a Kings Daughter
I'm a Kings daughter
I'm a Kings daughter
I'm a Kings daughter
I
am one of the redeemed children of the King
why can't all the children come together under one name
to feed the hungry and suffering at home first
and abroad?
as children of the exquisitely Perfect King Of Kings
we should, if we can why don't we?
I'm a Kings child, one of many...
poem by Sylvia Loven Carter
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I wanted the feel in these books to be like an epic fantasy, with kings, queens, dukes and court politics, but of course like what I was explaining before, about making the science make sense, you have to make the politics make sense, too.
quote by Kevin J. Anderson
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My Mom’s Epic
My mom is so epic,
My kin doesn’t know what to do,
She handles things her own way,
She is a tree, mighty and strong,
Like an eagle, mess with her babies,
Let’s say you will go down heavy,
She fights her own mêlées,
She cares for others,
By no way is she introverted,
She’s elation to my life,
Cautious and valiant is just the tip of the ice berg to portray her,
She’s interminable,
She’s been with me ever since I could remember,
I will always love her,
For she is MY EPIC MOM!
poem by Qeeony Luv
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Epic Night Elipse O' Light
epic night
with a spark of white
a whimper
then silence
reflections
lost in thought
lost in time
inhuman
back to the start
epic night
new to sin
end in sight
now to begin 7 days in.
poem by Mitch King
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Death of an Unknown Poet
An epic,
written by a brilliant mind
like Van Gogh,
underappreciated.
The poet dies in a squalid flat,
penniless and alone.
His lifes' work-
fantasmic verses of a visionary-
are all stuffed post-humously
into a box.
His genius,
mistaken for useless scribble,
is discarded like so much riff-raff.
It decays, forgotten.
Years pass.
The epic masterpiece alone survives
in that box filled with scraps of faded ink.
A single heart-wrenching poem,
now loved by millions,
by a now-mourned author
who's name evaporated, forgotten by time.
An epic
written by
Anonymous.
(15 minute poem challenge)
poem by Meggan McGuire
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Epic love story.
It was not meant to be,
its a chapter closed and finished.
An epic story of loves young dream,
has faded and diminished.
A fairy tail of happiness,
was not a mutual ending.
For i remember the chapter closing,
with bitterness and hatred.
It started of typically,
a once upon a dream.
page after page was wrote,
with all our history.
An unprofound tale of love,
nurtured with inquisitive minds.
Had run its course long ago,
I've said all my good byes,
The book is now forgotten,
and its shrouded all in dust.
An epic story of loves young dream,
best forgotten and lost.
poem by Jenna Johnson
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O Singer of the epic war history
O Singer of the epic war history,
O Singer of life, of liberation hoary,
Of brazen battlefields, long desolate,
O Singer of Gita's ageless glory.
Outlived hast the song thine endless story,
Though war heroes survive still in state,
Frustrated of fate but scarce sorry,
O Singer of the epic war history.
Yudhishthir's dharma, Arjun's archery,
Bheeshma's oath, Bhima's bravery,
Scarce confined remain to Pearly Gate,
And sung are with Gita's ageless glory.
And ye O bard, two roles in one carry:
Of poet laureate and progenitor great,
O ye born in a river ferry,
O Singer of the epic war history
Ye sang thine epic in such swell flurry,
Ganesha, if not quite inadequate,
Lost in thought, felt somewhat weary,
O Singer of ancient ageless glory,
Not mine ‘lone, any pen-pusher's worry
‘Tis to try even to translate,
O Singer of the epic war history,
O Singer of ancient ageless glory.
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This is a Villanelle a bit way out. The tercet,
that normally becomes a quatrain only in the last
stanza, is here so in all. Also, the first and the third
lines of the first stanza are repeated with some
modifications.
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- Villanelle | 02.10.11 |
poem by Aniruddha Pathak
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Depictions May Solicit Unhealthy Images
Controversy and the raising of eyebrows,
Produces the same affect.
From those who prepare to protest,
The reading of an epic.
That depicts within its pages,
A newborn being breast fed.
And the author is neither married.
Or has children.
And the one who has written this epic,
May be a male who describes.
His own upbringing.
Upsetting those who believe,
His depictions may solicit unhealthy images.
To those who are children,
Already experienced at downloading pornography.
On their cellphones.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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