lET IT GO ( GILGAMESH PARODY)
His cheeks were bearded, his hair grew thick
with his mighty crown on top
A kingdom of walls and towers
and it looks like he’s the king
This poem is 4 thousand years old, set in uruk
Why do we still read, a story of some guy
Well it tells the tale, of two great men, that tests their friendship and their bond.
From wild to man, from tyrant to king….
And they areeeee
Gilgamesh
Enkidu
We’ll face the unstoppable death
Even though, humans die,
We a race will carry on
In the face of death, we will stay strong, even when Enkidu is gone, his memory will live on through history.
The Gods are dangerous, they play with peoples fate.
They can give help, but watch out, make sure to tread lightly on the ground
Then the Gods unleashed the greatest flood in Gilgamesh.
To remind the humans that, you must bow and fear the Gods!!!
Gilgamesh
Enkidu
We’ll face the unstoppable death
Even though, humans die,
We a race will carry on
with his mighty crown on top
A kingdom of walls and towers
and it looks like he’s the king
This poem is 4 thousand years old, set in uruk
Why do we still read, a story of some guy
Well it tells the tale, of two great men, that tests their friendship and their bond.
From wild to man, from tyrant to king….
And they areeeee
Gilgamesh
Enkidu
We’ll face the unstoppable death
Even though, humans die,
We a race will carry on
In the face of death, we will stay strong, even when Enkidu is gone, his memory will live on through history.
The Gods are dangerous, they play with peoples fate.
They can give help, but watch out, make sure to tread lightly on the ground
Then the Gods unleashed the greatest flood in Gilgamesh.
To remind the humans that, you must bow and fear the Gods!!!
Gilgamesh
Enkidu
We’ll face the unstoppable death
Even though, humans die,
We a race will carry on
(HONORS)
Narrative Poem on Tablet VI Gilgamesh
Thick victory flowed over and across his back, ridding him of the uncomfortable yet familiar second skin of battle. Once dry he stood draped in the privilege and power of his fresh new robes and cloak. He cleans the tools of his profession from the filth of his work before settling into his crown. Goddess Ishtar, The goddess of war and love, overcome by lust and longing, pleads Gilgamesh “Be you my husband and I your wife! I offer you treasures! a Chariot emblazoned with Lapis and Gold. Offering glory! As Kings, Lords and Nobles will kneel at your feet. Offering plenty! Finest harvest from highlands and low, as their tribute to your greatness! Offering legend! Peasants be blessed to kiss the ground upon which you stand!” But Gilgamesh will not be a mere plaything, something to amuse her for a time then tossed to the side. Like a veteran war horse, battered and broken. For Gilgamesh has the wisdom his predecessors lacked, not to fall for her old tricks. Upon hearing this, Goddess Ishtar when up to the heavens, a rage burning inside her unbeknownst to man. She weeps to Anu, her father, of Gilgamesh’s reckless abandon of words spoken. Demanding he give her the Bull of Heaven; Threatening to set the dead upon the living in a ravenous rage, resurrecting more until the living are outnumbered by souls passed, if her demands go unmet. Anu says unto her “If you want of me the Bull of Heaven, allow the widow of Uruk to gather seven years’ chaff, and the farmers of Uruk grow seven years’ hay” . Ah, but to this she cleverly quips “Seven years worth have been stored, and seven years worth already grown” With that, down she glided to the land of Uruk, with the Bull of Heaven’s nose-rope in hand. As she floated across the land, crops crippled and died. With each snort the Bull of Heaven created a pit into which a hundred men of Uruk fell. Upon it’s second snort, Enkidu fell only for a moment before he sprang. He emerged from half man to full standing, seizing the bull by its horns. Gilgamesh rose and took the tail of the Bull from the rear. Brave and skillful, Gilgamesh thrust his knife through its bare back. Before Shamash, before the God of the sun, they bore its heart, the heart from what once was the mighty Bull of Heaven. Women of Ishtar mourn for the Bull, butchers of Uruk rinse off the blood of the bull, creating a stream of red in the river Euphrates. As they move along the streets of Uruk, hawks gaze on them, monkeys applaud, the crowd gathers like a flock of pigeons. Chirping the name of their hero, the one of glory, the one who’s the finest among men, the one who goes by the name Gilgamesh.
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Narrative Poem on Tablet VI Gilgamesh
Thick victory flowed over and across his back, ridding him of the uncomfortable yet familiar second skin of battle. Once dry he stood draped in the privilege and power of his fresh new robes and cloak. He cleans the tools of his profession from the filth of his work before settling into his crown. Goddess Ishtar, The goddess of war and love, overcome by lust and longing, pleads Gilgamesh “Be you my husband and I your wife! I offer you treasures! a Chariot emblazoned with Lapis and Gold. Offering glory! As Kings, Lords and Nobles will kneel at your feet. Offering plenty! Finest harvest from highlands and low, as their tribute to your greatness! Offering legend! Peasants be blessed to kiss the ground upon which you stand!” But Gilgamesh will not be a mere plaything, something to amuse her for a time then tossed to the side. Like a veteran war horse, battered and broken. For Gilgamesh has the wisdom his predecessors lacked, not to fall for her old tricks. Upon hearing this, Goddess Ishtar when up to the heavens, a rage burning inside her unbeknownst to man. She weeps to Anu, her father, of Gilgamesh’s reckless abandon of words spoken. Demanding he give her the Bull of Heaven; Threatening to set the dead upon the living in a ravenous rage, resurrecting more until the living are outnumbered by souls passed, if her demands go unmet. Anu says unto her “If you want of me the Bull of Heaven, allow the widow of Uruk to gather seven years’ chaff, and the farmers of Uruk grow seven years’ hay” . Ah, but to this she cleverly quips “Seven years worth have been stored, and seven years worth already grown” With that, down she glided to the land of Uruk, with the Bull of Heaven’s nose-rope in hand. As she floated across the land, crops crippled and died. With each snort the Bull of Heaven created a pit into which a hundred men of Uruk fell. Upon it’s second snort, Enkidu fell only for a moment before he sprang. He emerged from half man to full standing, seizing the bull by its horns. Gilgamesh rose and took the tail of the Bull from the rear. Brave and skillful, Gilgamesh thrust his knife through its bare back. Before Shamash, before the God of the sun, they bore its heart, the heart from what once was the mighty Bull of Heaven. Women of Ishtar mourn for the Bull, butchers of Uruk rinse off the blood of the bull, creating a stream of red in the river Euphrates. As they move along the streets of Uruk, hawks gaze on them, monkeys applaud, the crowd gathers like a flock of pigeons. Chirping the name of their hero, the one of glory, the one who’s the finest among men, the one who goes by the name Gilgamesh.
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