Poetry competition CLOSED 8th July 2013 9:01pm
WINNER
oldmanadeus
oldmanadeus
RUNNERS-UP:
Kou_Indigo
and Pray4Beleif
Page:
Back in Time!
Poetry Contest Description
Create a journal entry in a teenagers perspective from a period of the past.
Assume the role of a boy or girl teenager, during any time in the past. When I say past, I mean from Julius Caesar to the American Revolution. Write about what's going on with friends, family, the country, relationships, etc. You can be a monarchs son or daughter, land lord, knight of the round table, jewel maker, royal desiner, peasant, etc. Just be as creative as possible. Also, make it no less than 20 lines, and no more than 25.
Early days
I'm going to take you all back to the first day I properly remember of my life
Back then I was not a tattooed demon of the man they would consider me today
I was found wondering in Tibet by a goat herder who led me to a temple
As we made our way through the wilderness
he told me some how in a language I didn't recognize but
could understand that I needed to be silent as I approached the gates
He handed me over silently to a group of Bald old men in pitch black robes,
who stank of shit to their very souls
Once the herder left the monks pounced on me forcing a gag into my mouth and tying me on my back to a bench
They held up a book in front of my face for more than a day and a half
My eyes skimmed the pages and picking bits here and there I began to understand who they were
These men had been found the same as me and there voices were bound to the demons
From that day forward and for 10 years hence a word did not leave my lips
And thats how I spent the first of my collection of teenage years
from 11 to 21,
so when I died and realised Id arise I swore to do it all over again
but this time Id spend time and again in the company of more corrupt men
I'm going to take you all back to the first day I properly remember of my life
Back then I was not a tattooed demon of the man they would consider me today
I was found wondering in Tibet by a goat herder who led me to a temple
As we made our way through the wilderness
he told me some how in a language I didn't recognize but
could understand that I needed to be silent as I approached the gates
He handed me over silently to a group of Bald old men in pitch black robes,
who stank of shit to their very souls
Once the herder left the monks pounced on me forcing a gag into my mouth and tying me on my back to a bench
They held up a book in front of my face for more than a day and a half
My eyes skimmed the pages and picking bits here and there I began to understand who they were
These men had been found the same as me and there voices were bound to the demons
From that day forward and for 10 years hence a word did not leave my lips
And thats how I spent the first of my collection of teenage years
from 11 to 21,
so when I died and realised Id arise I swore to do it all over again
but this time Id spend time and again in the company of more corrupt men
oldmanadeus said:Early days
I'm going to take you all back to the first day I properly remember of my life
Back then I was not a tattooed demon of the man they would consider me today
I was found wondering in Tibet by a goat herder who led me to a temple
As we made our way through the wilderness
he told me some how in a language I didn't recognize but
could understand that I needed to be silent as I approached the gates
He handed me over silently to a group of Bald old men in pitch black robes,
who stank of shit to their very souls
Once the herder left the monks pounced on me forcing a gag into my mouth and tying me on my back to a bench
They held up a book in front of my face for more than a day and a half
My eyes skimmed the pages and picking bits here and there I began to understand who they were
These men had been found the same as me and there voices were bound to the demons
From that day forward and for 10 years hence a word did not leave my lips
And thats how I spent the first of my collection of teenage years
from 11 to 21,
so when I died and realised Id arise I swore to do it all over again
but this time Id spend time and again in the company of more corrupt men
that was great, I loved it!
I'm going to take you all back to the first day I properly remember of my life
Back then I was not a tattooed demon of the man they would consider me today
I was found wondering in Tibet by a goat herder who led me to a temple
As we made our way through the wilderness
he told me some how in a language I didn't recognize but
could understand that I needed to be silent as I approached the gates
He handed me over silently to a group of Bald old men in pitch black robes,
who stank of shit to their very souls
Once the herder left the monks pounced on me forcing a gag into my mouth and tying me on my back to a bench
They held up a book in front of my face for more than a day and a half
My eyes skimmed the pages and picking bits here and there I began to understand who they were
These men had been found the same as me and there voices were bound to the demons
From that day forward and for 10 years hence a word did not leave my lips
And thats how I spent the first of my collection of teenage years
from 11 to 21,
so when I died and realised Id arise I swore to do it all over again
but this time Id spend time and again in the company of more corrupt men
that was great, I loved it!
- A Night with the Queen -
Based on some of my past-life memories…
My mother and father were royalty, or so I was told,
I was to be Queen, but my heart was fierce and bold!
So to a proud Warrior King, I set my heart and my will,
And, I won him to my bed, after his rivals he did kill…
But all too oft, upon drunken hunts he would depart,
Leaving me alone with my family’s ever-scheming art.
I needed a younger man, and a certain prince I fancied,
So some poison in the King’s cup would set me free…
And so passed the old King, whilst the realm mourned.
I was only a young girl at the time, but a lady scorned!
How oft had he beat me, or forced me to lie with him?
No warrior was he, but a beast given to lust and to sin.
So I married my prince, who was more my own age…
Not a man old enough to be my father, or some sage!
For a wedding present, I had the King’s head on a pike,
Brought into our bedchamber where we spent the night.
My prince was tender, and became King that evening…
For love with a Queen, with hair golden and gleaming,
Will make a man of any boy, and seeing the bloody head:
Reminded him who truly rules this old kingdom, instead.
When I am older, to such measures I might be less given,
But youth must hath its’ madness, until one hath striven…
Enough the path of wisdom to know right from wrong!
But a Queen must wield power; a Queen must be strong.
Based on some of my past-life memories…
My mother and father were royalty, or so I was told,
I was to be Queen, but my heart was fierce and bold!
So to a proud Warrior King, I set my heart and my will,
And, I won him to my bed, after his rivals he did kill…
But all too oft, upon drunken hunts he would depart,
Leaving me alone with my family’s ever-scheming art.
I needed a younger man, and a certain prince I fancied,
So some poison in the King’s cup would set me free…
And so passed the old King, whilst the realm mourned.
I was only a young girl at the time, but a lady scorned!
How oft had he beat me, or forced me to lie with him?
No warrior was he, but a beast given to lust and to sin.
So I married my prince, who was more my own age…
Not a man old enough to be my father, or some sage!
For a wedding present, I had the King’s head on a pike,
Brought into our bedchamber where we spent the night.
My prince was tender, and became King that evening…
For love with a Queen, with hair golden and gleaming,
Will make a man of any boy, and seeing the bloody head:
Reminded him who truly rules this old kingdom, instead.
When I am older, to such measures I might be less given,
But youth must hath its’ madness, until one hath striven…
Enough the path of wisdom to know right from wrong!
But a Queen must wield power; a Queen must be strong.
