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Thread: Iron Poet XX
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2014-08-16, 06:00 AM (ISO 8601)
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Yep. Now we just need to summon Vaynor with some delicious satanic ritual--- I mean, uh, yeah.
Originally Posted by LaZodiac
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2014-08-16, 02:25 PM (ISO 8601)
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Yes, and Septimus Fabrius has taken CWater's spot as a contestant. Everything should be up to date and complete in the first post.
Sorry for the delay everyone, I was camping in Yosemite so I've been incommunicado for the last week or so. I'll try to have the first round up today or tomorrow!“Sometimes, immersed in his books, there would come to him
the awareness of all that he did not know, of all that he had not read;
and the serenity for which he labored was shattered as he realized the
little time he had in life to read so much, to learn what he had to know.”
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2014-08-21, 11:57 AM (ISO 8601)
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Noooo hurries, Vaynor.
Originally Posted by LaZodiac
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2014-08-22, 10:08 PM (ISO 8601)
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Sorry for the delay everyone, I developed a case of sudden-onset busyness.
Iron Poet XX: Round One
The Fiery Tower vs. Duck999: Grime, Father
Weezer vs. FinnLassie: Cloud, Thread
Techwarrior vs. parodoxymoron: Ward, Shaking
Cuthalion vs. The Extinguisher: Shift, Invite
TheWombatofDoom vs. Targ Collective: Predecessor, Store
3SecondCultist vs. Septimus Fabrius: Theory, Bathroom
Benthesquid vs. Exegesis: Graduate, Low
Zweisteine vs. Dallas-Dakota: Faint, Guard
Try to incorporate both words as well as you can, with any meaning of either word (but make sure it's not so obscure the judges won't realize you've used it!). Good luck!
Deadline: Saturday, August 30th 2014 at 11:59 pm (EDT).Last edited by Vaynor; 2014-08-23 at 03:49 AM.
“Sometimes, immersed in his books, there would come to him
the awareness of all that he did not know, of all that he had not read;
and the serenity for which he labored was shattered as he realized the
little time he had in life to read so much, to learn what he had to know.”
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2014-08-23, 12:14 AM (ISO 8601)
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I'm pretty sure that deadline is a mistake. I don't think we'll get any poems done by tomorrow evening
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2014-08-23, 03:50 AM (ISO 8601)
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I expect too much of you, I guess. But yes, that was a mistake. I was looking at a calendar and looked at the date at the end of the wrong week. All fixed now!
“Sometimes, immersed in his books, there would come to him
the awareness of all that he did not know, of all that he had not read;
and the serenity for which he labored was shattered as he realized the
little time he had in life to read so much, to learn what he had to know.”
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2014-08-23, 05:56 PM (ISO 8601)
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Exegesis... If that's your submission, shouldn't it be in spoiler tags? Or am I missing something?
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2014-08-25, 08:08 PM (ISO 8601)
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Had fun with this one.
The italicised text at the end is just fluff, of course, this is an original.
Spoiler: Submitted poemI am a drake, this is true,
Obvious as the sky is blue
Yet it is my predecessor who concerns us here
My Father, a drake most powerful and dear.
My Pater was a mighty mage
As drakes go he was indeed most sage
He taught me first to conjure Light
And later gave me the gift of Sight.
Battle magic too I learned
And proficiency in it earned.
My Pater and I were often invaded
By heroes of the land.
By our fiery breath we roasted them
On our cavern's floor of sand.
Roasted and eaten - the fate that lies in wait
For those who would with our hoard escape.
My Pater had a mighty hoard
Many treasures in it were stored
And one day he said to me,
"Keep this hoard well safe, you see?
For I must fly well away
To find a mate for you my son
That our line may then continue
With little drakelings to increase our sum."
I took it as my sacred task
To defend the hoard until the last
And offered services most great
To local townships to keep them safe.
In return the towns did give
Much treasure for my hoard
I saw to it no foes did live
As more wealth in my cave was stored.
Now as you know I am a mage and blessed with Second Sight.
I grew impatient for his return and scried my father's might.
What did I see? A corpse! A death! And worse that I do not tell
My loving father died a death most treacherous, most fell!
I had to honour my Pater's life
In some fitting way
So with a minimum of strife
I keep his hoard safe 'till this day.
So! Hero! Now you know my tale.
I tell thee, swiftly depart
Or I shall roast you to a cinder
You armoured, fool upstart!
The Hero, who had been listening
To all this sorry tale
Said "Peace! Friend dragon! I lost my mother
To a dragon attack one day.
Perhaps there is hope yet
For peace between our kinds.
So I shall leave you with a token
From a fellow griever, as you find!"
And with that the Hero took off a glove
And took from his hand a ring
And to the drake he did then say,
"Here! Take this shiny thing!"
And he threw it upon the hoard
Where ever since it has been stored.
Tales of the Dragonfolk, vol. 1Last edited by Targ Collective; 2014-09-01 at 01:09 AM. Reason: Spelling error correction.
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Were all the contestants informed by PM that the contest has started?
I think some asked that they would be.Alamryn Kven, a druid who tries very hard not to be useless.
Celesta Halla, a fearless barbarian.
Jheren Falconer, a drifter ranger.
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2014-08-27, 10:39 AM (ISO 8601)
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Cue faceplanting keyboard in realisation of my failed Common Sense check. Ah, well.
@CWater: Yes, I got the PM.
And hey, here's my poem.
With the prompts "Theory" and "Bathroom", I present to you my submission:
Spoiler: My Poem
End
So tell me, my dear,
How will you do it?
What will you do?
I think
a drip
might
start things off
yes
plip
beautiful sound
a rush, now
curves I have seen
so white
they hurt
It will not hurt.
I
wait
That will do, no doubt.
Have faith in your old obstinacy.
will it flash
my life
That's for you to find out.
Not me, I couldn't. I told you so.
full
Indeed. Now?
Will you?
not ready.
I must
be steel
have courage
You do.
I
do
You know you can do it, why delay?
true
perhaps
I'll find
a friend
Breathe out.
breathe
out
Breathe
out.
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2014-08-27, 02:14 PM (ISO 8601)
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Muh poyem.
Spoiler: prompts: cloud, threadThe sky hides behind a veil of shade
Sunshine hasn't reached us for days
It makes me question if the sky is blue
Or has the tone always been this grey
All there used to be were white threads in the sky
As the airships flew towards the fields full of might
But instead of victory they were greeted by death
Fear fell on our land as the clear sky took its last breath
It was us that began this child's play
Yet we seek for others to blame
The sky hides behind a veil of shameOriginally Posted by LaZodiac
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2014-08-27, 02:52 PM (ISO 8601)
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Well, I've scratched out a submission for the prompts 'Theory' and 'Bathroom'. Interestingly, form-wise it's pretty much the polar opposite of Septimus' piece.
Spoiler: Prompt - Theory, Bathroom'I know true love is blind'.
That's what he told himself last night,
still fresh from your arms,
crawling to the empty bathroom.
Was it just a passing theory?
The ramblings of a man out of his mind?
The piss missed the toilet bowl, and he didn't mind.
His aim was off, he was firing blind.
He'd clean it in the morning, in theory.
He would crawl back to you that night
Fresh from the unwashed bathroom
And - still dripping - fall into your arms.
You ask me why I'm up in arms?
You didn't think that I would mind.
The shadow in the cold bathroom,
eyes staring straight, completely blind.
I guess the trust you broke last night
Was thought, parable, theory.
If had I known we were a theory,
a lie born from your velvet arms,
I would have left that very night,
and denied you any peace of mind.
I wish you'd gone and left me blind,
he hadn't snuck to the bathroom.
But when I saw him in that empty bathroom,
I was transfixed on a mad theory.
I stabbed his eyes until he was blind
tied down his legs and lover's arms,
and asked him then if he would mind
if I visited my wife that night.
When they ask me how you died last night,
I'll tell them you slipped in the bathroom.
The floor was wet, you didn't pay it any mind.
They'll suspect, they'll have a theory,
they may even clap irons on my arms,
but it's justice, not love, that's blind.
The theory of my broken mind
is on repeat: your arms in the bathroom
last night left me blind.Last edited by 3SecondCultist; 2014-08-31 at 07:04 AM.
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2014-08-27, 05:32 PM (ISO 8601)
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CWater: I sent everyone a PM just in case.
“Sometimes, immersed in his books, there would come to him
the awareness of all that he did not know, of all that he had not read;
and the serenity for which he labored was shattered as he realized the
little time he had in life to read so much, to learn what he had to know.”
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2014-08-28, 10:09 PM (ISO 8601)
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For some reason I thought the deadline was Friday, and thought that I would have to rush a poem tonight since I won't be home Friday. Before midnight on Saturday though, I can definitely do.
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2014-08-29, 10:51 PM (ISO 8601)
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Spoiler: Graduate, Exegis
Late, late into the dying night,
I dip my quill in ink and write
There are two schools of thought in the examination of the Pnakotic Fragments, the Revelatory and the Rational.
I pause and look at my article-
Safe so far, I've not yet plunged those depths
Over which word-wars are launched,
Arterial ink spilt on snow white pages.
Late, late into the dying night
I once more force myself to write.
The Rational Approach works on the premise that the Fragments were inspired entirely by the world available to the senses of its time-shrouded authors.
Not to publish is to perish,
Yet to publish, to make comment upon the conflict
Is to immerse oneself in it.
One must wonder, is my Master's worth it?
Late, late into the dying night,
I sharpen my quill for the coming fight.
By far the more useful method of analysis is the Revelatory, which examines the greater knowledge hidden within the fragments, often obscure to its earthly authors.
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2014-08-30, 05:08 AM (ISO 8601)
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Let's hope everyone posts this round.
Originally Posted by LaZodiac
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2014-08-30, 12:31 PM (ISO 8601)
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Spoiler: Prompts: Graduate, BentheSquidIn the depths Pnakot senses His scholar, fragments of whose mind lilt into procrastination. He watched the man's mind flicker through daylong blocs of shadow and self-reprimand.
Ben grew desperate, sensing the chill spotlight of the Great Squid's eye.
One day in His trance Pnakot felt the man's body roving to the shore in anguish, eyes bent on a huge page scrawled with foam. Felt the lips form the chant that sent His own body athrum.
The man sent one glowing soulchip into the surf. It sailed through the deep to Pnakot, who at its taste rose irresistibly.
Ben saw two red eyes break the water. Finally feeling real, he drew out the verses he had written in last night's reverie.
You know what comes next. Arterial blood spilled on word-blemished pages.
These he threw to the waves, hoping to the Unnameable his thesis was right. Because he was betting everything on it. Even as Pnakot digested his lines, his akrasia reified—first just a pool of shadow, then a leaping little thing, then a huge black somersaulting demon licking to drag him down. With each victory it had swelled and now it was this or redemption.
The Great Squid swilled His scholar's embrace of the supernatural. It seemed genuine.
It pleased Him.
So He sent a tendril of zealotry through Ben's mind.
Waves pounded. Ben was very still, his eyes shut.
Over a mental tundra he saw the black demon and a missilelike squid rush at each other.
The monsters met as if blazing, spraying blood on the white sheet of that deep sea whence the word wars come.
Spoiler: Epilogues
His theory had been wrong, but he had the head of a squid for consolation. “That's Pnakotic!” said his roommate. Ben nodded, then used his new mental slave to clean the flat.
His theory had been wrong. He collapsed motionless on the gray sand, rationalizing his loss, bereft of the willpower to move.
His theory had been right. He walked home and expanded his Pnakotic fragments into a full book.Last edited by Exegesis; 2014-09-22 at 07:41 PM.
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2014-08-30, 08:10 PM (ISO 8601)
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Spoiler: EntryThe guard stood tall, against the wall,
Watching the setting sun.
The traveller crawled, towards the wall,
His journey nearly done.
He neared the gate, and thanked his fate,
That he would not succumb
To the deadly pain he’d long since gained,
Not eating for nine suns.
The man stood still, he voice quite shrill,
“Allow me in, I plead.”
The guard looked down, without a frown.
His eyes gleaming with greed.
The guard at last, his face a mask,
To the traveller told,
“On this bright day, you’ll have to pay,
A mere three coins of gold.”
They stood and stared, each one glared,
And neither one did shift,
Until the traveller fell, his frame unwell,
His soul at last adrift.Jon Snow and Ghost avatar (not currently in use) by Gurgleflep 15370262 328.
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2014-08-30, 09:18 PM (ISO 8601)
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Cutting it way to close for my comforts.
Spoiler: Prompt: Shift, Invite
“Graveyard shift”
Forty five years.
A lifetime of digging
holes for the lifeless.
midnight monotony
on sacred ground.
Tending to the last
memories of untold fallen,
passing from this world
to the next.
Forty five years.
I used to be young.
Used to have passion
Used to care.
I used to be someone different.
The dead tell tales
laced with heartache
The pain of living.
I used to be young.
Forty five years.
A life-time of dying
A graveyard shift of perspective.
As life moves on.
Forty five years
I've heard them calling
For me to join them.
A dark invitation
To a brighter place.
I've seen the young,
and the old,
the sick and the well.
I used to think
That death only came early,
for the bad.
But I've seen far too many
The good and the young.
I've seen far too many
to care.
Forty five years.
I used to care.
Used to have passion.
Used to be young.
But now
I’m done.
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2014-08-30, 10:45 PM (ISO 8601)
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Cutting it way to close here, I was busy today. And forgot when the deadline was.
Spoiler: Grime, FatherThis grime tnat is upon my hands
To remove I have no plans.
For it will not succumb to wash
Though it fits not wihin my posh.
From where has it come?
Not from my mum.
But from my father it has appeared.
Every time at him I leered.
Whrn I was mad.
When he was glad.
To him I made my anger clear.
And me, he hugged me dear.
So when did I become so fierce?
When did I decide to pierce?
This hapiness he's gladly shown
While rocks and glass I have thrown.
His hapiness has brought his doom.
When I was lost in my gloom.
The weapon of his demise
was but the look in my fearsome eyes
It wrought upon him great fear
When he just wanted me near
When he wanted to run away,
I was the one to force him to stay.
Up upon a throne I sit
While his body is in pit
That is where it has come from
The grime upon my hands that numbs
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2014-08-31, 03:42 AM (ISO 8601)
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Bah, my apologies. I intended to write yesterday but real life interfered.
If it's not too late....
Spoiler: Faint, Guard.
Seeing determination,
I would have him swear with frustration.
He needed what was mine to protect,
so his blade swept.
A test of the blade,
He was too full of pride,
Stride to the right, lunge left,
I drew first blood in an unfair trade.
His eyes filled with challenge and greed,
I knew that in this duel I would more then bleed
With another attempt there was no doubt,
That our tasks meant that there was no other way out.
My swerving and jabbing,
Swerving and timely stabbing.
His striking and shielding
cut flesh with sword unyielding.
A soldier with earned skills
with a well practiced guard
That came not from drills but kills
for his flesh was rough and scarred.
Feinting another time,
he would not get away with this crime.
Parrying when I must,
to quickly return my sword with a thrust.
His frustration grew with fighting this way.
My body dodged with a sway,
but too late to prevent bloody spray.
Strike and stab our bodies both felt decay.
The man saw I was exhausted and diminished,
Drawing him closer then before,
His arm and sword moved but then I spun,
He came down but he was finished.
With my sword inside him I had won.
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Spoiler: Ward, Shaking
My eyes can't seem to focus
But I have to keep trying
In this pristine room of death
If I'm going to keep from dying
I don't remember how I got here
Into this room that's far too white
All I know is that I can't recall
What happened to me last night
I remember the wind in my hair
And the smell of pompous grass
I remember the light in my eyes
And then nothing but a brief flash
There's people rushing to and fro
As someone asks about Allergens
Then there's a pain so sharp
As someone mentions pathogens
I wish I knew where I was
Or what was happening here
All I wanted was to go home
But my body disagrees
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2014-08-31, 09:38 PM (ISO 8601)
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Hurnh. I may have misread the prompt.
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Did you guys both replace your "low" prompt with each other's names just to mess with me, or was my formatting for the prompts hard to read?
“Sometimes, immersed in his books, there would come to him
the awareness of all that he did not know, of all that he had not read;
and the serenity for which he labored was shattered as he realized the
little time he had in life to read so much, to learn what he had to know.”
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2014-09-01, 01:04 AM (ISO 8601)
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Dallas-Dakota,
You're pretty good. Wonder if I'm up to your level. Probably not.Dubbed Most Honourable Aggregate of All Things Targ in the Title Thread. Also dubbed the Mage of Light, which is really cool.
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2014-09-01, 01:28 AM (ISO 8601)
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Oh shoot... I was just about to post my poem, thinking that I had just gotten under the 24h extension deadline, then I figured out that A. 24 hours EDT would have been 2 and a half hours ago and B. it's a 12 hour extension. Sorry guys, I was really excited about the prompt too T.T
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2014-09-01, 01:33 AM (ISO 8601)
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Surely if you have it ready that's a negligible difference?
Prompt: I followed suit.
But both feature LOW (lack of will) prominently.
labor of writing
lovecraftian otherworldly wisdom
loliginidae optimus weirdLast edited by Exegesis; 2014-09-22 at 07:40 PM.
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Judging is almost done, but I need to share 2 observations for this round.
1) It's a sad thing that the first 5 duels are won by default.
2) You are all happy people right? I mean... Death features in almost every poem. Like it was one of the prompts. We have a death wish, a dying man, death in the sky, a paternal death, a bathroom murder, a dying traveler and then some weird stuff that can't be healthy either. What happened to the poems about love and happiness?My personal folder is a graveyard of ideas, stuck in their dream phase.The "DM won't kill us" attitude is a bubble that sometimes needs to be bursted.Avatar courtesy of Linklele
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2014-09-01, 01:28 PM (ISO 8601)
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Yeah.. But, well.. I think it at least better this way, than have pairings in which neither posts. Now at least the maximum number of people can advance to the next round.
2) You are all happy people right? I mean... Death features in almost every poem. Like it was one of the prompts. We have a death wish, a dying man, death in the sky, a paternal death, a bathroom murder, a dying traveler and then some weird stuff that can't be healthy either. What happened to the poems about love and happiness?Alamryn Kven, a druid who tries very hard not to be useless.
Celesta Halla, a fearless barbarian.
Jheren Falconer, a drifter ranger.
Rhenner Calami, a snarky medic with an untrustworthy memory.
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