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Thread: Bad poetry
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2018-05-01, 05:31 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Bad poetry
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 storyLast edited by Grek; 2018-05-01 at 05:38 AM.
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2018-05-05, 01:12 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Bad poetry
I can't get a job.
I haven't got any skills.
What am I good for?I do not think the way you think. If you try to apply your own mindset to the things I say, there will be miscommunications. If something I say seems odd to you or feels like it's missing steps, ask for clarification. I'm not some unreasonable, unknowable entity beyond your mortal comprehension, I'm just autistic and have memory problems.
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2018-08-27, 04:05 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Bad poetry
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.
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2018-08-27, 10:46 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Bad poetry
Simpering I zimpering
Throught long anticipated drought
So the promised wet seasoLast edited by Tvtyrant; 2018-08-27 at 10:47 PM.
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2018-08-28, 07:22 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Bad poetry
My joints pop and grind
The woes of transformation
A werewolf I become.We came to wreck everything, and ruin your life.....God sent us.
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2018-08-29, 11:08 AM (ISO 8601)
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- Aug 2018
Re: Bad poetry
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
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2018-08-29, 06:23 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Bad poetry
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.
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2019-08-18, 03:47 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Bad poetry
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 earnedLast edited by 2WheelsGood; 2019-08-18 at 03:48 PM.
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2019-08-18, 04:04 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Bad poetry
Forum Wisdom
Mage avatar by smutmulch & linklele.
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2019-08-18, 04:24 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Bad poetry
The Mod Life Crisis:
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Originally Posted by Peelee