O Torch, O thou eternal flame,
O thou Olympic, ever-burning spark,
O ardent one of Attic fame,
O thou who lightest up the noisome dark
Of ignorance with searing fire,
Oh draw’st thou nigh me like some little sun?
Or art thou that bright, burnished lyre
Osiris bears, who through the heav’ns doth run?
Occult and cryptic, arcane match –
Obsidian thy sky – thou twinkling star;
Obtuse am I – may I thee catch?
Oracular, as all such visions are,
Of stuff unknown to mortal mind…
Ought I to kneel, ought I to bow my head
Obsequiously? And dost thou find
Our dully-mortal clay both cold and dead?
O Torch, I’ll carry thee by hand –
Oceanus’ waves must not put out thy glow –
O’er hills; through ev’ry foreign land
Or continent my feet shall boldly go.
On, on, and onward still I press,
O’ercome by naught but pride – I shall not tire!
O Torch, illuminate and bless…
Oh bloody hell – my chiton’s gone on fire!
In a list
A contest entry
- "The Torch" Contest # 74 Winklings and AP Friends by Winklings.
2600 points, ended May 6, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Congratulations!!
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Thank you.
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Oh, DROLL!! This is hysterical..I was already laughing at the 'O-ness' pf it, and then the last line!! Tears running down my face..enough to put out the fire, probably..Great job!
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Y'know, as soon as I had written the words, "O Torch" I knew what was going to happen.
I am glad it seems to have given you as much pleasure from reading as it gave to me from writing.
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I could see it coming. Very clever ode indeed. Well done. ~Pamela
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I had SUCH fun writing it, Pamela.
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And I loved reading it! I simply love the way you write!
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I am really glad I joined Winklings I love the exposure I'm getting to different style of poetry I have never been exposed to this style of poetry before so I can't much more than I enjoyed reading it and the punch line at the end
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Thanks. It's just a wee bit of fun.
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Mairi
Are you just having fun with us? I sense just a 'wee' bit of a joke here.
You set us up with a punch line like that. That is as nasty as some of the things I do in my poems. Good to see, that humor keeps you healthy. I see, why Maa is sister. You are kindred souls. Thanks for the enlightenment. I can only take small doses.
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Pity. I dish it out by the barrow-load!
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I really like this! I love the language! I love the flow! It is good to read something about the torch that has no violence attached to it this year.
Love,
Amera♥
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Well, it's supposed to be a mickey-take of some of the high-flown language of odes. I just wanted it to flow too.
I am glad you liked it.
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Oh .. bloody hell !!
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Oh what a nut that Mairi is!
Oh what a total macaroon
Oh what a poetess with fizz
O mani mani hoon
Oh no I think she's fried my brain
Or maybe I have none
O what the hell I'll say again
Oh bloody hell she's fun!!!!
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