LitNet Blank Verse Epic

[aeroport]

Here starts the LitNet Blank Verse Epic poem.
It isn't much; just something I thought up
Just now, awaiting Toni's newest post
Upon the "Compliment the PAM" game thread.
To add, one simply writes a line or so -
No need to rhyme, if one would rather not -
In dear old iambic pentameter.
Perhaps begin a story, as is done
In the "Complete the thought" thread most often,
Or even make a joke with one's own verse,
Like Swift did in "The Lady's Dressing Room"
Or Wilmot in those vulgar lines of his.
Or simply pen a couplet heroique,
Or even - do I even dare suggest? -
If 'tisn't too much "dorkiness" for you,
Write out a sonnet, or even, maybe, two.
Wow, that last line was kind of stupid, huh?
As likely this whole thread will be, if't starts
And people really add stuff to this tripe.
Enjoy, I rather hope you like it, folks.

Canto the First...

[toni]

A good idea Jamesian made for thread,
A significant 500th post indeed
I hope I am doing it right,
For I wouldn't want to be the first to ruin
A wonderful rhyme
Pardon the Lame writing,
As I have listed in my profile,
I am a student and a frustrated writer.
So expect this, and a lame
sonnet or two,
from me dedicated to you,
Now that line is the one that sucks truly
Im deeply sorry
Burn my soul behind a guillotine
now my spelling is just plain terrible,
For I failed to mention,
I am dyslexic!
I guess I have to post this now,
As my friend Jamesian is waiting,
I hope not to keep him long,
As I compose this song,
While listening to the Killers and eating a roll.
Post quick reply it says,
before too long
So let me, merrily, roll along!

( please tell me I did it right..:D)

[aeroport]

Well, close enough, I'd say, was your reply.
With words ten times as colorful as my
Old, stale verse; Oft I rather think
I'm rolling Pope and Byron back and forth
Within their hallowed, venerated tombs
With the poor rambling dryness on my tongue.
(No pun intended, but I am thirsty.)
Oh well, too bad, I made the bloody thread.
They'll live with it (or perhaps not, being dead).

[aeroport]

Well, that was fun. Good night, LitNet. Much love.
And Toni, I suspect next time I'm here
You'll be a thousand posts above the nil -
Congratulations in advance from James.

[toni]

Why, deepest thanks, James.
This alien was glad to have met a new friend to-day.
But now, she too, must flee,
To the torturous Chambers of Secrets.
I bid you goodnight, my good friend,
I hope you'll be here,
on the morrow,
same time
posting, rhyming, replying
On this epic thread!

[aeroport]

Well, having nothing too substantial
To add here, I just thought I rather might
Go on about how joyous I've become
At being out of school for three whole weeks.
The finals still are looming there on high
And casting forth their shadowed likenesses,
But no more waking up at 6 for me!
And no more sleepless nights of studying
For bloody Western Civ and English Comp!
I'm free, but I suppose that all I've done
Is rub it in your faces, so I'll stop.

[toni]

Saving my face, before I fall from grace
I just had a little mix-up regarding
the date of birth of James
For, I, in all my stupidity,
Had a queer mind to greet
The guy from Missouri
A happy birthday, eleven days
before the real date,
Shame and incredulity passed on her face,
So she's making up
By rhyming on this thread.
hope she doesn't mess up once more
Like she did the day before
And now, she decides to stop and pop and flop
Before things gets mopped.
But what an absurd ending the last line above,
Got to think of something better
Before things have to cease hither
Now that one was just plain bad
A whole load of crap
I hope this one doesn't sound like a rap
So Ill end it now if you please,
End it now so i could flee!

[NickAdams]

Has it been three years?
Perhaps more,
perhaps less.
If this thread addresses the life of the waking,
then
we have been contributing in our slumber.
Lit-net awake!
Recount thy dreams:
of games, readings and discourse.

[autolycus]

It little profits that an idle kink
Should work itself out on a wine-dark sea
But this is Lit-net and the cry goes up
That calls the penmen to the inky fray...

[symphony]

of lines and rhymes and blanks and rimelessnesses,
of timeliness of times ran through and off--
the epic stands on esurient heroes
with a penchant for a pugnacious pen.

[alexar]

This thread sat idle for a coupla weeks,
I wonder why? Perhaps the single word
'Esurient' was too much to digest?
It was for me, I'm ready to admit,
But off I went to google it... and found...
It just means 'hungry'. Pity I forgot
The context. Ah well never mind let's try
To make this epic, epic. But I first
Need to escape enjambement and caesur-
a. Oh, I have. OK. Thank god. Let's start:
The heros were assembled on the beach
Their boats behind them and their swords aglint
Their shields assembled and their women - well -
The honest truth is I don't really know
What happened to their women - anyway -
They made some headway up the sand, as when
The tide comes in at Blackpool, and the hordes
Of reddened folk back up the golden sands
Haul their impedimenta and their kids.
Well something like that - anyway - the guys
Walked up the beach with fierce expressions grim
And clearly were expecting something more
Upraised against then than mere sticks of rock.

[LMK]

Send up the hue and cry to rally all
And in our discourse add to this great call
Creating, as it were, collectively
To thy immortal words respectively
Ok, so all these lines writ not in gold
But from the heart where all true story ‘s told

~L

[NickAdams]

Detract did I from from the chosen meter
To taste what's left of the iambic foot
It doth seem as if this epic has lost
Itself in rallying more arms than forms
But often do we these forums frequent
And with ours may we volunteer tongues abs'nt.

[Pendragon]

Well, hey everybody let's toss that scoff
Take all our frowns and pitch them away
Let's jump into happy, and fall into joy
And let a little love brighten up every day
Avoid the traffic on Having Trouble Boulevard
Taking the exit at the corner of Laughter and Grief
Taking the right even if it is so very hard
Everyone knows that everything is more fun,
If you can get more people to wake up, be involved
And you certainly can get a hell of lot more done!
Closing my contribution with a little couplet:
"If you ain't where it is, then go where it's at!"

Pendragon

[balehead]

I guess i don't really know what to say
On a thread quite like this, but I'll do my
Best and give it a shot
Secretly hoping that this little jot
Will not be totally disregarded as worthless
Seeing as I have pondered over what
To write for a long long time now and
Finally concluded that nothing sums up
What I really want to say so much as
How I am sick of wondering what is
Correct to right and merely written what is
Above these few words of .... Farewell!

[krymsonkyng]

well faired friend.
friends!
countrymen! Brethren!
lend me your eyes.
witness here a starting trend
within a thread
of sweet thought
sweeter flow
I'm talking about
getting to know
the players better here.
Where are you from?
For example,
this humble rooster
hails from the states
the golden state to be precise
but Callie's covered in melting plastic
(but her face)
sappy songs and sickening makeup
(buried in sheets)
so I'm Eurotripping
(wandering streets).
Tripping in more ways than one
learning how sexy certain accents are
and how awkward texting
poetry drunk can be.
that's just me
so pull up a chair,
from where do you hail?
No need for detail
please, I'm not the prying type.
Just curious.

[b102866]

It's all been said before
Bards of old their threads adore
Trite contemporaries looking for vain score
Write ad hoc rhymes that scholars bore
Shadow poets mince the lexicon more and more
A parade of amateurs laid in store
If thou but a vain critic, then my fruits arfully core
But only wouldst add to the literary vault opprobrium galore

[prendrelemick]

My friends, what dark shadow is upon your words?
That cowes the pentameter underneath,
And fatuous rhyme o'er throws the form.
For verse to be blank was the op's brief.

[YesNo]

There's geese relaxing on the golf course by
The factory now old and unused where
Jim used to work until the changes came.
Even golfers rarely go this way.
The geese move on, annoyed he's back again
Disturbing what is now with what was then.

[YesNo]

Tomorrow crews will start the tearing down
Of what was once a place where work was had,
But now it's an expense to keep around.
Sometimes it's better that things disappear,
Make room for what might be a better use,
Allow us to forget what once was here.