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Poem Number 12705
If I were to release all I have inside,
Ignore the eternal graces,
From the toil of ashy existance I would arise
Leave the pheonix for new faces,
Detest what is inherently my nature,
Reject incantations to inherit Him,
Foget the gods of love, war, and nature ,
Give up the demons for cherubims,
Forget not my king and his loyals,
Who upon me bestoys such riches,
But obey Him who will end all toils,
Learn from Thee who teaches,
Except not riches, but His blessings,
Command in others the same devotion,
For he is the Holy Giver of Rings,
The creater of human, and my emotion
The gods of old have served to betray me,
And while others look blindly I cannot ignore,
That He will be the one to save me,
While they fight with demons in gore,
My sword and shield shall hold no power,
Only He will decide my fate, ,
His protection guide me in my darkest hour,
A humble servant, at his feet I wait.
I've been reading "Beowulf",an epic poem which was composed by an unkown author, in England four centuries before the Norman Conquest. This poem is an incredibly historical document which gives insights into the society of a feudal, newly christian world. Although in that time Christianity had been accepted, pagan ideas had not been completely forgotten. Warriors and kings lived in a world of heroes and monsters, blood, victory, and death. After reading this I had to try some of the prolific, poetic style that composes Beowulf so imaginatively. Hope you like my contribution, which in no way compares to the original, the song of some ancient, silent author.
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i would say it compares favorably with anything here. beautifully written and clearly expressed but i think that we need not totally reject our nature we need only to find it's proper object, and i think that you have. very nice ~nicole...fallon
and now from Grendel..you must not forget Grendel. Can God be God without the devil? grendel who makes the world by whispers, second by second. Are you blind to that?Does it matter that you make it a grave or a garden of roses. Just feel the wall. Is it not hard? observe it ,write it down in runes.Sing of walls. Sing!!..Enjoyed your poem
Very good! I really enjoyed this--you caught the feel of the era! JFC
Simply excellent - Hermestri
Music to my ears, but I was wondering....if the word "Except" should have been "Accept"? well done! ~ 'a'
Anon, I've reread it and I guess it depends if that line is tied in to the above line, or if it is a new line. If it's tied in then "Except" does fit, but if it's a new line then "Accept" would perhaps be better. So glad you wrote it, thanks for the sharing of it. ~'a'
it should be accept. thank you all : )
Grendel who ruled Herot and in his mighty claws held the fears of all the Danes. Under his greed Herot was soiled night after night with the blood of King Higlac's men. Until Beowulf, the prince of the Geats, vowed that he would vanquish Grendel, or lose his own life. Beowulf attacked the beast with bear hands, put down his shields of armor, his weapons. God would not be without the devil you say, but in that glorious battle, the victor lay in God's good graces. While the monstrous victim, Grendel, had not even the devil to defend him. Grendel's bloody hall of Herot,now covered in his own steaming blood, was cleaned for a great feast. Beowulf sitting by the sons of Higlac, king and gracious ringgiver of the Danes, was given the highest of honors. For he had vanquished that great evil, and like a sentinel of his great deed, Grendel's shoulder,arm and claw hung from the ceiling at Herot for all the Danes to see.
LOL well done Nicole..can't help myself.. I always root for the underdog
and besides the people of Scyld,Herogar and Hrothgar were mired in sin and in eating them I got indigestion...Grendel
...? the Beowulff I have in its originlanguage is a strange language somehow a mix between german,danish and sweedish/norwigian/icelandic/old norse ... and notatall english... just wondering...
According to the book cover, the writer was anglo-saxon and the poem is the earliest of it's kind to be written in a modern Eurpoean language.
Grendel Shmendel. We're just a couple of months from the 21st century. Wake up.
THe symbolism of good, evil, and morality in this poem are incredible. Whether the form is ancient or modern, matters not. Those who close their eyes to the past, usually revert to it. So don't give me crap, ok?
I must say nicole, it is so instructive to see the obvious lesson of patience and compassion that you yourself have learned...
What are you planning to do to me, anyway... bore me to death? Pulllease.
well you can shove it.
There is that more immature and beligerent for you?
There it is again, Nicole. That offensive "Puleasse". I put a whimsical poem on here and probably this very person wrote that one word, "Puleasse." Since I have caught myself saying it too, not for someone's poetry. In situations where something strikes me as immensely trite or smulchy, clicheish, I think that's what this person means. I felt just like your response. I let him/her get to me a little. He probably never read Beowulf, a very difficult piece of literature and certainly wouldn't the power to interpret it and be inspired by it like you have been. I am amused Nicole at your response. It mirrors so often when somebody steps on me. But compare his stupid remark to the wonderful many compliments you got from Fallon and others. "Puleasse", I challenge you. Read Beowulf and THEN respond with your own poem to Nicole's. Only then might I have any respect at all for your opinion. Oh, and I hope, by the way, that we don't drift back into sniping at each other and stomping on our endeavaors. It has been so good here for so long. I look forward to so many of the good poets and their comments.
Oh pretty puleasse with arsenic on it
The poem Beowulf is written down in anglo-saxian in 10. century; but is propably based on germanic-notes from 7. century... The story of Beowulf is made later than the poetry-form and exict in writing from two hands.
Somehow though old and modern - tell me if Finnegans wake was inspired from such? Oft Scyld Scéfing scea´dena thréatum,/monegum m´æg´dum meodo-setla oftéah, /egsode eorlas. just wondering...
Fek y'cur y'fullha shite,/whiidya tal'ksutch rott?
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