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Started: 10/17/2010 Category: Arts
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Inspired by, this debate variant consists of debaters presenting four topic choices for their opponent in the constructive, and then a sonnet written about one of the four topics given by their opponent in the rebuttal.

A sonnet is defined as a poem written in iambic pentameter, and following the rhyme scheme abab cdcd efef gg.

Thanks in advance for accepting.

Topic Choices:
1. Existential angst
2. The Coen Brothers
3. lily pads
4. false senses of security


This should be fun!


1. power tools
2. albino animals
3. cold medicine
4. cognitive dissonance
Debate Round No. 1


Thanks for accepting! Looking forward to seeing what you write.


Fitzgerald never could have truly known
the awful fallout of his utterance
which praised those who do not bemoan
the prospect of opposed ideas at once.

Sophists in every age, on any day,
would twist the thought to defend their own side;
a contradiction in their words, they say,
is now not folly, but a point of pride.

The author of The Great Gatsby, it seems,
has caused a quite distasteful mess;
the speaker of a nation's greatest dreams
enabled generations of duress.

And so, give this dichotomy a shot:
Fitzgerald's a great author, except not.


True or False? (a false sense of security, in case its not clear hehe)

Of truth, you whisper softly in my ear,
Of sacred states to reach at your behest.
You urge me I should hold my knowledge dear
And put not shaken faith yet to the test.

Your dogma, baleful, stays my pounding heart
And keeps away the stealthy beasts of night.
For left to chance my fragile psyches start
To glut themselves upon my silent fright.

My strength, within a rotting hymnal found;
My life, my loves, a yoke of sweet duress;
My hopes left cracked and broken on the ground;
All this for truth, the certainty's caress.

Yet if I know your truth is mine to keep,
Then why, o curse-ed night, can I not sleep?
Debate Round No. 2
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Posted by Ragaxus 6 years ago
Belle, that was fantastic! Please do more of these, your writing is outstanding.
Posted by tvellalott 6 years ago
I'd accept this if I wasn't doing two rap challenges right now.
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