Poem - Legends

L E G E N D S     Want to read this in a different language ? Change the TO field to your own country and click the TRANSLATE button after going HERE L E G E N D S © July 2013 Written by David Wicker (Please do not reprint without permission) This is a way tripped-out bit of poetry I wrote back in Grammar Class for a competition when I was 14-years old. I think it is so strange and creepy that I can remember it after all these years. While it may be better set for Halloween, I thought I would get it out now while I still can recall it. Oh - and it didn't win. I think my teacher, Mr. Simmons, was disturbed by it's content too.   Twas the Eve of Legends, dismal, gray. It seethed the scorching sun away. No soul was resting but yet did watch The Clock that grinded every notch. The sky was darkening, the hour was near ! When the Legend Grith would soon appear. The Moon had turned a sickly green While the People listened with ears of keen. A mighty roar shook Temple and Town So the Legend Grith could claim it's ground. Of all the wars the People held The Legend Grith did weep and wail: "How can it be ?" it did exclaim, "That Mortals still theirs wars proclaim ?" It then rose Heavenward to the sky And the People heard a tiny cry. A cry of Foolishness and of Death So that the People knew what it saith. The Moon turned Blue like once again And the People did mourn for all their Sin ... Return back HOME   You are Earth Visitor #

Author's Note

The very first poem I wrote (and can remember).

Reviews

[Robert Lindsay]

Its got a good old fashioned storytellers style to it, building up suspense step by step. It describes a typical god myth with the mind of a teenager who can mix in the persona of an unpredictable superhero into that. Leave the typos in its a little piece of your writing history. I vaguely remember my first poem at school. The teacher gave us all a fruit and asked us to write poems on them. I kind of got the gist of what he wanted from us. I described an orange as a 'dying sun' and got high praise. I felt I'd learnt the lesson of pressing the buttons of peoples expectations.

[dw817]

I know Mr. Simmons was mad that I used the words Legend Grith. He wanted me to describe what the Grith was and I said a monster. He said what kind of monster. I said I dunno a really super scary monster okay ? After that he said my poem was too abstract and didn't give it a good grade and naturally for the competition, it wasn't even considered. But I still remember it cause of it's strangeness.

I'll write a whole bunch more creepy stories around October from my dream set I call, "Campfire Tales." They are much too spooky for this nice July weather.

[Robert Lindsay]

hehe poor Mr Simmons. He probably thought you were going off at a tangent. Spooky imagination is an interesting genre. I vaguely remember some sort of spooky TV I saw as a kid. It didn't major on horror and blood: 'Tales of the unexpected' or the 'Twilight zone'. Meanwhile David Lewis Paget here writes good spooky comic yarns e.g: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Dawei/1208053/

[dw817]

Just checked and commented on that writing. And yah I CAN go off on a tangent or as my personal friends say I'm being a pip or a smartass - or what have you. :) I can't help it sometimes, I gotta busy brain ! :)

[N!LoC]

Oh ... I too remember the very first poem crystal clearly... I could recite it with one side of my brain ... Hihi great stuff for your very first poem .. :-)

[N!LoC]

Oh that first poem I wrote was called "life is like a dream"....

[dw817]

Well thanks, Niloc, and welcome to my side of the world. Things might be a little poppy and bright, but that's where my heart beats. :) I believe I found yours:
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/niloc/1094954/

[Pryde Foltz]

You wrote that at 14? Awesome. I love a poem that tells a story, and this does so wonderfully.

[dw817]

Thanks ! I was following your audio work on Youtube, and I wrote you there. There is a chance, albeit slim I may gain enough bravery to speak, audio, one of my own poems, as you have done.

Don't worry it won't be Tiny Japanese Girl, that one is just silly - no - it might be this one or something else, however.

[Pryde Foltz]

Oh, do it. If you don't like the results, you don't have to post it.

[dw817]

I will consider it. That's the best I can say for now. :7

[Baby Ricochet]

Heh, not to bad for a 14 year old.

[dw817]

Coming from you Rico, that's a real compliment. I appreciate that. You can see it is (and most of my poetry is) modeled after the style and rhythm of, "Twas the night before Christmas."

Poetry didn't come easily for me, likely cause I didn't (and still don't) entirely understand it's composition, especially free verse.

[ron]

WOW...amazing simply amazing, I can see why you are so awsom (if this is your first). Sent a chill up my back, just to feel its attack.

[dw817]

Thanks ... I'm - not really sure what was going through my head when I wrote this. I know most poetry I wrote in the past was for the strong emotions I was feeling. I think at the time I was attending church, and it was Lent, and there was a sense of foreboding about the wickedness about the spirit of man - and perhaps that is where some of this came from.

Today now I am more in tune with the belief that we make our own destiny and even wrote an article to that effect HERE:
http://bit.ly/11wibRG

[ron]

That could be religion has a tremendis affect on most evey one.

[dw817]

And yet today I see it's tremendous affect no so much as helping as hindering, a burden. If religion were openly considered a personal and beautiful thing, I think I wouldn't be so against it. As it is, it is governed by men of the cloth, held in triangular shaped buildings, and their word is law.

Religion is the one unquantifiable substance. It is the one thing in the world that people believe in that has no absolute proof, nothing entirely concrete. And us such, much to preachers relief worldwide, it can never be entirely unproven - or they'd be out of a job. :7

[ron]

I was raised Roman Catholic. I'm now Wiccan, I can feel things around me better after I opened up to it. But that is my own interitation of what Wicca shows me. But I might be like the rest of the main stream religious people who seem to feel the power of their beliefs in them.

[dw817]

You are Wiccan ? You do all the rituals ? The chants at night, the bonfires, and the libations to the Earth in the day ?

[ron]

I dont get a chance to all the time but I have. I even did All Hallows Eve one time im the Army. drove the chaplins nuts lol.

[dw817]

What happened then ?

[ron]

I became the reason that the base commander in GETMO put out a letter banning any one to talk about or practice anything religious with out a chaplin or chaplins assitant present lol. They had to let me.

[dw817]

Wow - that's really awful and unfair ! And - honestly, I don't know who you could talk with except maybe a nurse or something. Some of the best advice I had in school was from the nurse there.

[ron]

Im out now. I retiered so practicing is no longer um...shall we say a problem any more lol.

[dw817]

Are you with a group when you do it ?

[ron]

The group would be called a Coven. Wicca faces a lot of prejudic so al lot of Wiccans tend to not be open about it. I would have to be invited to join one. So I am a solitary Wiccan.

[dw817]

Oh - well, I went to a Wiccan get-together years ago. Have to admit, I hadda great time, not really sure if there was too much spiritual or religious going on but it sure was a festival ! :D

[ron]

Ive never been I didnt even know Wiccans did.

[dw817]

Well it sure was a good time. Homemade Cinnamon Schnapps, something called a mudslide, and not a stitch of clothing in many cases. Wow. Crazy stuff. :)

[ron]

So it was a skyclade affair. Skycalde is when a cerimomy is done in the nude. Kind of like bearing your true self. not supose to be a sexual thing lol.

[dw817]

Well I sure didn't know that ! *Grin* Anyways, I hadda nice time by my sister said I was NOT invited back. I didn't do anything wrong, she just said I kept giggling and snickering too much, and yah maybe I did. :9

[ron]

Yup that would have done it...wiate your sister is Wicca?

[dw817]

She was, she tells me say now she is NOT (emphasis on not). So I say okay. Kay is tho, a good friend of hers. But he is also multi-talented, plays the bagpipes, drums, and the flute, and even made his own flutes and other wood crafts from his handiwork.

My sister if you're curious tho would make soaps, incense, and even stained-glass windows. I guess we're a little team of artisans - tho my experience is with computers.

[ron]

I think comuters are the modern times of tools used to create. In the past we have hand to make things from cratch using hammers, pics, saws...etc. Today omputers are just as much a resouce for creating as a hammer, pic, saw...etc. So you are a modern artisan in your own right.

[dw817]

Perhaps - but my craft my not be quite so valuable as knowing how to build physical items with my own two hands. I always thought of myself as indolent and lazy. I chose the simplest course to get what I want, which ultimately is programs and computer media - and to do this, I learned all I could about computers and software, where to find the programs, what tools are used to use to locate further tools, and what programs I can find that will allow me to write further programs to access even more of the Internet. And still each new day - I learn more.