Boast

Boast

A Poem by Nikki Geiser
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Anglo-saxon literature boast, as in Beowulf

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Hark! I, a dame yclept Nikki, behest you commoners to aggregate to my vicinity

And lend to me your humanly talents of receiving my graces

Which I shall bestow by tongue. Born was I

Along the fruitful shores of the River Maumee and nigh the banks of the basin Erie.

I descend from Willie, a self-ennobling gent presently enveloped in the art of enterprise,

And Karen, an unhinged yet genial matron, and

Birthed in the nine hundred ninety-seventh year of the second millennium during the celebrations of Saint Valentine and the

Fair, tender love for the fellow folk. As you may feel

Curious anent the motive for my appearance in this setting,

My desire to reveal this message matches it in strength, and I yearn for nothing above your faith and consideration.

I have come to earn and cohabit with an evaluation of the elite-most in your division of edification.

By receiving a great quantity of the octo-uncial from the mesmeric matriarch Muller, we, as a twosome, may

Prosper in anything hurled at us by the savage claws of the great mother Gaia and noble father Cronus.

Beholden I shall for an eternity be if given the chance to

Succeed in this coeval challenge entitled English of the utmost excellence, emphasis, and enactment.

There is no other in existence more qualified than I who presents myself to you, for I am

Winsome, knowledgeable, and sedulous, withal my innate appetite for achievement at the apex account.

I relentlessly aim for a waxing spectrum of knowledge notwithstanding troubles

Heaved on my back from previous trials. Nowise do I intend to aggrandize and flaunt my existence,

However, I must declare fully a select few of my accomplishments. I reside at the quaternary rank

Among my near three hundred rivals and am ceaselessly toiling to better myself.

I am adept at the game of a xanthous, textured ball and racquet, and swift when gliding through water.

Conjointly, my hours are spent engaged in aid for my grateful kingdom.

I shall reach my previously stated ambitions, the deeds of excelling in the word-mirth of Muller

By preserving my conscientious qualities with the grace of the king Almighty and forgetting my greatest ambitions not once.

With your faith in my unborn achievements, we may master all hurdles pitched our way and persist in the blessed-most life on earth.

© 2014 Nikki Geiser


Author's Note

Nikki Geiser
This is for an Honors English IV assignment, what do you think of the diction, kennings, and alliterations? Do you think that, as a whole, it feels complete? Also, does it make sense to you?

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Added on August 28, 2014
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Nikki Geiser
Nikki Geiser

Holland, OH



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