Rules, Science, Philosophy, Music, Politics but where's the Poetry, the Cultcha?

[Bad Penny II]

He stands above with his retinue
Exuding a triumphant orange hue

NO NO NO whilst that is excellent it's not enough.
We need something in the epic style.

Wealhtheow spake amid warriors, and said:  --
"This jewel enjoy in thy jocund youth,
Beowulf lov'd, these battle-weeds wear,
a royal treasure, and richly thrive!
Preserve thy strength, and these striplings here
counsel in kindness:  requital be mine.
Hast done such deeds, that for days to come
thou art famed among folk both far and near,
so wide as washeth the wave of Ocean
his windy walls. Through the ways of life
prosper, O prince! I pray for thee
rich possessions. To son of mine
be helpful in deed and uphold his joys!

I don't where I got my Beowulf or how they decided on where the line breaks go.

Our epic, and I say our, as a member of the free world, needs a beginning.
It can't be easy being the son of an obscenely rich.

This isn't that rubbish three word poem thread, you can have three+ lines, it's EPIC!



Proud sire  presented him in crib for the Ye to see
An heir to the rewards of all all his dubious deeds
I see all you little and I bring one to rule all of yee
Concussive concussion and strident yellow bright
YELLOW FAIRY cursed, all he says will be Babble
RED hired for such contingency is nudged awake
Oh it'll be babble but compelling compelling ing ing
Yellow and red battle and attle until the bitttter
An orange hue falls upon the unknowing babe
The winners do win as they always seem to
An insensate Yellow is deported to Mexico oh oh

[xSilverPhinx]

...where's the Poetry, the Cultcha?

Have you tried the Lost and Found?

[No one]

Or at least a petri dish.

[Bad Penny II]

I like what I did here and no one is getting a properly authenticated spoon until they add some lines to my epic.

[xSilverPhinx]

Ok, I'll give it a try. 



Just as this came to pass a shrill cry there was
From outside the golden walls
In came four hags wearing naught but rags
Bloated and croaking, they chanted and called
Little Red, afeared, gave way as they came
to look upon the sleeping babe
"Hail he who will see himself lesser than no man
Grandiose he will be in his mind's eye and ear
To be born, to then die without peer."
All gazed at the glowing babe
now two shades orange more
Rummaged through her rags one hag did
"A silver sword, no, for a hero of ano'er story
Bald ye are now and bald ye will become
Yellow Toupée yes, that will do"
Then vanished they did, the four cackling hags.