Week 18: Innovator vs. Frank (Innovator)

Vulgar · 10-26-2015, 09:05 PM

LGPA Season 1: Week 18

@Innovator @Frank

Check ins: Thursday (Midnight Eastern time)
Poems Due: Friday (Midnight Eastern time)
Votes due: Sunday (Midnight Eastern time)

Topic:

Mock Epic

Best of luck to both competitors. Bring your best poetry forth unto us, the readers.

Frank · 10-26-2015, 09:25 PM

goodluck

Inno · 10-31-2015, 09:57 PM

Wisdom lends a hand to irony

There he stood atop the hill, king
Martyr to his skin, preacher to his sins
His crown blistered and worn
His cloak woven from empty veins
A throne aloft beyond the heap.
A relic of old ideas, hes the past reborn
As he watches over his kingdome
Like the sun beaming down on a distant desert
Seeping through the roots until they rot
Billowing his breath along the planes
Like a hurricane out of hell
Towering over the peasents that work to no end
With an iron fist he segregates to his choosing
Favoring those alike while the different
Pave through the pain of each mile
This ivory king ruling with his ivory strings
Puppets the marionettes with out consent
Building cities along the backs of others
Weaving society with the sweat of agony
Morters made of skin, walls painted in blood
King al mighty sees it all from tower
Enjoying the show, riveted by the actors
Casted with no choice, in a never ending movie
He directs the politcs of life with each whim

His kingdome bright with white promise
They shy away from the shadows
Always in the light scared of the darks reach
Frightened of change his court holds steady
White picket fences adorn the avenues
Green meadows growing contrast agianst blue skies
Hiding the secretes of the kingdome under
White washed woven rugs.
this king, monarch to a stolen crown
Jester to a humorless circus
King to a kangaroo court, unappointef judge
Judging skin tone to the slaves.......

....but

Time serves this king to a fault
And he falls victum to his own gal
Brewing hate filtered thirst- parched
Dying for rain.

Change is a must and nothing stays the same
As his kingdome crumbles to a revolutionary wave
The ivory tower sinks and the kalidescope reigns
While the king is left to the past, stuck in his ways
Hes a relic of old ideas, monarch to the contrast
Martyr to his past. Never letting go of his rusted crown
Still atop the hill he looks down at the society he found
No longer ruler just a bystander to his linage
This king sleeps with the very peasants he enslaved
Forced to mingle amongst the soot staining his white gloves
His crown dusty, his royal cloak bathed in his sins dirt
His thrown blackened, his kingdome shadowed

10-26-2015, 09:05 PM	#1
Vulgar Razor-thin derision Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 4,422 Battle Record: 40-25 Accomplishments - OM HOF Champed - Fight Night LIV - Gimmick Battle League (2x) - Write Week II - Art of Writing League - Storytelling And Topical Invitational Tournament - STI - Haiku Writer Challenge - GWL Picture Challenge(2x) Rep Power: 49604320	Week 18: Innovator vs. Frank (Innovator) LGPA Season 1: Week 18 @Innovator @Frank Check ins: Thursday (Midnight Eastern time) Poems Due: Friday (Midnight Eastern time) Votes due: Sunday (Midnight Eastern time) Topic: Mock Epic Best of luck to both competitors. Bring your best poetry forth unto us, the readers.

10-26-2015, 09:25 PM	#2
Frank Senior Member Join Date: Oct 2001 Posts: 3,228 Champed - NWL Season 2 - Art of Writing League (5x) - Lime Green Poetry Association - AOWL Season 6 - AOWL Season 10 Rep Power: 3853347	goodluck __________________ *VETWORK*

10-31-2015, 09:57 PM	#3
Inno Ad mini tator Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 10,025 Battle Record: 26-54 Champed - Lime Green Poetry Association - Black August - 1-2 Punch League Rep Power: 85899403	Wisdom lends a hand to irony There he stood atop the hill, king Martyr to his skin, preacher to his sins His crown blistered and worn His cloak woven from empty veins A throne aloft beyond the heap. A relic of old ideas, hes the past reborn As he watches over his kingdome Like the sun beaming down on a distant desert Seeping through the roots until they rot Billowing his breath along the planes Like a hurricane out of hell Towering over the peasents that work to no end With an iron fist he segregates to his choosing Favoring those alike while the different Pave through the pain of each mile This ivory king ruling with his ivory strings Puppets the marionettes with out consent Building cities along the backs of others Weaving society with the sweat of agony Morters made of skin, walls painted in blood King al mighty sees it all from tower Enjoying the show, riveted by the actors Casted with no choice, in a never ending movie He directs the politcs of life with each whim His kingdome bright with white promise They shy away from the shadows Always in the light scared of the darks reach Frightened of change his court holds steady White picket fences adorn the avenues Green meadows growing contrast agianst blue skies Hiding the secretes of the kingdome under White washed woven rugs. this king, monarch to a stolen crown Jester to a humorless circus King to a kangaroo court, unappointef judge Judging skin tone to the slaves....... ....but Time serves this king to a fault And he falls victum to his own gal Brewing hate filtered thirst- parched Dying for rain. Change is a must and nothing stays the same As his kingdome crumbles to a revolutionary wave The ivory tower sinks and the kalidescope reigns While the king is left to the past, stuck in his ways Hes a relic of old ideas, monarch to the contrast Martyr to his past. Never letting go of his rusted crown Still atop the hill he looks down at the society he found No longer ruler just a bystander to his linage This king sleeps with the very peasants he enslaved Forced to mingle amongst the soot staining his white gloves His crown dusty, his royal cloak bathed in his sins dirt His thrown blackened, his kingdome shadowed