Bad poetry

[Grek]

Also this thing that I wrote while RPing as a police officer in a crystal-spires-and-togas fantasy communist state (called Hallifax) in a MUD:

Facet One - Sacrifice

Stanza 11 12 13
broken jagged shards
scream through viscera to be
rubies in the grass

Stanza 13 16 19
rubies in the grass
bear bloody mute witness to
the defense of state

Stanza 17 18 19
proper citizens
do not await foes for
the defense of state

Stanza 11 14 17
broken jagged shards
may with harmony become
proper citizens

Facet Two - Obedience

Stanza 11 21 31
broken jagged shards
care not that they were born of
but a single flaw

Stanza 13 23 33
rubies in the grass
thoughtlessly rejected by
the unmindful swine

Stanza 19 29 39
the defense of state
is not orchestrated by
the vanishing self

Stanza 17 27 37
proper citizens
honor and emulate
the skillful servant

Facet Three - Uniformity

Stanza 31 32 33
but a single flaw
prevents from education
the unmindful swine

Stanza 33 36 39
the unmindful swine
comprehends nothing beyond
the vanishing self

Stanza 37 38 39
the skillful servant
neither regrets nor recalls
the vanishing self

Stanza 31 34 37
but a single flaw
differentiates still
the skillful servant

Facet Four - Valour

Stanza 11 41 71
broken jagged shards
reveal in glistening wake
a fountain of blood

Stanza 13 43 73
rubies in the grass
plummet carelessly from
the palette crimson

Stanza 19 49 79
the defense of state
in its conduction creates
beauteous weapons

Stanza 17 47 77
proper citizens
see courage need not be a
lonesome barricade

Facet Five - Funebreal

Stanza 25 55 85
nimbii black with grief
gladly dance the funebre
down the mountainside

Stanza 45 55 65
gleaming conscript boots
gladly dance the funebre
with grim Atropos

Stanza 54 55 56
the sprays of our blood
gladly dance the funebre
in aeonic grasp

Stanza 52 55 58
lips gurgling triumph
gladly dance the funebre
with their final gasp

Facet Six - Camaraderie

Stanza 31 61 91
but a single flaw
is one fault too far upon
our field of battle

Stanza 33 63 93
the unmindful swine
mistakes grasping carnality
with true love's caress

Stanza 39 69 99
the vanishing self
is no less bright in light of
shining Hallifax

Stanza 37 67 97
the skillful servant
etches on her heart of hearts
our unwritten story

Facet Seven - Expertise

Stanza 71 72 73
a fountain of blood
coats the silver brush upon
the palette crimson

Stanza 73 76 79
the palette crimson
is exhibition of our
beauteous weapons

Stanza 77 78 79
lonesome barricade
the gates of their hearts; ours are
beauteous weapons

Stanza 71 74 77
a fountain of blood
gilds the valiant walls of our
lonesome barricade

Facet Eight - Patriotism

Stanza 71 81 91
a fountain of blood
speckles like brazen starlight
our field of battle

Stanza 73 83 93
the palette crimson
though triumphant, compares not
with true love's caress

Stanza 79 89 99
beauteous weapons
are those reflecting clearly
shining Hallifax

Stanza 77 87 97
lonesome barricade
cast thyself down bleak before
our unwritten story

Facet Nine - Idealism

Stanza 91 92 93
our field of battle
is made worthy of struggle
with true love's caress

Stanza 93 96 99
with true love's caress
the heart stirs once more up toward
shining Hallifax

Stanza 97 98 99
our unwritten story
must tell the wondrous tale of
shining Hallifax

Stanza 91 94 97
our field of battle
drips red with the ink that pens
our unwritten story

[Delicious Taffy]

I can't get a job.
I haven't got any skills.
What am I good for?

[2WheelsGood]

A run of bad luck (and stupidity) in Mutant Year Zero led to me reaching for the third new character sheet in 5 weeks...

My brain has got a sunroof,
There’s a big hole in my head,
And I need another character sheet,
‘Cos this one’s firkin dead!

My skull’s been ventilated,
By a nine mil parabellum,
I’m bloody dead...again,
With an op’n-air cerebellum.

[Tvtyrant]

Simpering I zimpering
Throught long anticipated drought
So the promised wet seaso

[Kyrell1978]

My joints pop and grind

The woes of transformation

A werewolf I become.

[vladimir520]

I made an omelet,
Threw it in the toilet,
Then read a book.
I'm a bad cook.

My any attempt at poetry can be considered bad, so..
lol

[Zergh]

Your hair is like a dresser.
Mind obscuring true thought.
You are no longer hidious.
Sun sinked down below.


I think it is bad enough so no need for more.

[2WheelsGood]

A The One Ring character retires

We’ve ridden the wind with the Eagles
We’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe
We’ve stood on the shoulders of Erebor
And wandered the tunnels beneath

We’ve witnessed the anger of dragons
The hate of a Ringwraith unmasked
The courage of heroes, the light of the Noldor
And done what an Istari asked

You’ve journeyed to places of Shadow
You’ve treated with princes and kings
We’ve slain wicked spiders, encountered black riders
And thwarted the Lord of the Rings

We’ve stood side by side on the rampart
And gazed on the en’my beneath
We’ve gone toe to toe with a mighty troll foe
And won us the champion’s wreath

We’ve crossed and re-crossed the great Greenwood
We’ve scaled the grey mountain heights
Where arrow-storms rattle you’ve led men in battle
‘gainst Werewolves and orcs, and Wood Wights

You’ve driven off Wiglund the Cruel
Crossed swords with the dread Gibbet King
You’ve been to the gates of Imladris
And brought Oonah the Queen to her king.

You’ve carried a pack for the weary
You’ve sung songs of cheer by the fire
With kindness and smiles you’ve shortened the miles
We’ve trodden from here to the Shire.


You’ve dealt with all men with great honour.
And grieved for the fallen and lost.
You’ve exposed the lies of the wicked ones spies
And done right no matter the cost.


But water and wind and the weather
In time wear away even stone
Hearth and hall call to the wandering soul
And the path at long last turns for home.

No more the trail and the campfire
No bedroll out under the stars
No frost bitten toes or blister shod woes,
No soaked to the skin in rain showers

Lay down the wearisome burden,
Use all the things we have learned
Go home to your life and your children and wife
For yours is the rest that is earned

[Fyraltari]

A The One Ring character retires

We’ve ridden the wind with the Eagles
We’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe
We’ve stood on the shoulders of Erebor
And wandered the tunnels beneath

We’ve witnessed the anger of dragons
The hate of a Ringwraith unmasked
The courage of heroes, the light of the Noldor
And done what an Istari asked

You’ve journeyed to places of Shadow
You’ve treated with princes and kings
We’ve slain wicked spiders, encountered black riders
And thwarted the Lord of the Rings

We’ve stood side by side on the rampart
And gazed on the en’my beneath
We’ve gone toe to toe with a mighty troll foe
And won us the champion’s wreath

We’ve crossed and re-crossed the great Greenwood
We’ve scaled the grey mountain heights
Where arrow-storms rattle you’ve led men in battle
‘gainst Werewolves and orcs, and Wood Wights

You’ve driven off Wiglund the Cruel
Crossed swords with the dread Gibbet King
You’ve been to the gates of Imladris
And brought Oonah the Queen to her king.

You’ve carried a pack for the weary
You’ve sung songs of cheer by the fire
With kindness and smiles you’ve shortened the miles
We’ve trodden from here to the Shire.


You’ve dealt with all men with great honour.
And grieved for the fallen and lost.
You’ve exposed the lies of the wicked ones spies
And done right no matter the cost.


But water and wind and the weather
In time wear away even stone
Hearth and hall call to the wandering soul
And the path at long last turns for home.

No more the trail and the campfire
No bedroll out under the stars
No frost bitten toes or blister shod woes,
No soaked to the skin in rain showers

Lay down the wearisome burden,
Use all the things we have learned
Go home to your life and your children and wife
For yours is the rest that is earned

I've recently discovered that game and I love it. Looks like you had a lot of fun.

What kind of character was it?

[jdizzlean]

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