Iron Poet II

[Vaynor]

Woops. Deadline would help, huh?

:D

Ok, it's up, hopefully I was specific enough. ;)

[Brickwall]

Those brackets look great!

Except I'm not in them?

This is...annoying, to say the least, since I had to wait for a very long time for IPI to finish.

[PhoeKun]

That's... interesting...

You know, Vay, Brick expressed interest before Semidi...

[Brickwall]

That's... interesting...

You know, Vay, Brick expressed interest before Semidi...

And MethodicalMeat, and Amotis, and Ravyn.

[PhoeKun]

And MethodicalMeat, and Amotis, and Ravyn.

No, you were 6th to enter, just ahead of MethodicalMeat and Ravyn. But since they were 7th and 8th, and are in the contest, their entries in relation to yours are not at issue. Semidi's, being the 9th (and in your place) is.

@v: point taken.

[Brickwall]

No, you were 6th to enter, just ahead of MethodicalMeat and Ravyn. But since they were 7th and 8th, and are in the contest, their entries in relation to yours are not at issue. Semidi's, being the 9th (and in your place) is.

I was just pointing out that the mistake wasn't even close.

[Vaynor]

Oh, are you serious? Sorry Bricky. I guess Semidi is out then, as I had him in as the last to sign up.

Sorry about the mix up.

EDIT: You'll be up against Amotis in Semidi's place then.

[Mr_Saturn]

My first contest and I'm up against ZRS in the first round? I'm in for a beating. Haha

[Vaynor]

I used my d8 to decide.

But hey, I'm sure you'll do fine.

EDIT: And even if you don't win there's always next time, and you got some practice.

[Brickwall]

At least I don't have to worry about the deadline. My first draft is done, so if I haven't gotten around to my second draft by Friday eve, I can just put that up.

Hey, I was inspired, mmkay?

[Amotis]

Bring it brick.

Paperrrr.

Paparrrrrrr...

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Capers.

[PhoeKun]

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... This is going to be fun.

[Brickwall]

... This is going to be fun.

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[Mr_Saturn]

I used my d8 to decide.

But hey, I'm sure you'll do fine.

EDIT: And even if you don't win there's always next time, and you got some practice.

Being utterly defeated is fine? Ah, i guess so.

@Brickwall: Paper >> Rock

Brick = rock...Paper >> Brick

Hahaha...ha?

[PhoeKun]

You know, you're not exactly making a great case for us to vote for you with all this self deprecation. You don't need to take Brick's usual example, but how about a little faith in yourself, hm? ZRS is just a man. A zombified rockstar of a man, but a man nevertheless.

[Brickwall]

Being utterly defeated is fine? Ah, i guess so.

@Brickwall: Paper >> Rock

Brick = rock...Paper >> Brick

Hahaha...ha?

Brick is no more rock than glass is, my amateur comedian.

Anyway, yeah, it's no good not to be confident. Why do you think trash-talk started? You don't do well when you don't think you can.

Of course, ZRS is pretty good, so...

And I never got an explanation for PhoeKun's little comment.

[rubakhin]

Hm. Interesting prompt. Already have a first draft; but it needs work.

[ZombieRockStar]

My first contest and I'm up against ZRS in the first round? I'm in for a beating. Haha

Fear not, my friend, for I have been known to fail spectacularly on occasion. A contest like this isn't measured by whether your best work is better than their best work, but by whether your average work is better than their worst work.

Butterflies...hmmm. *pulls out notebook*

ZRS is just a man. A zombified rockstar of a man, but a man nevertheless.

I'm also a 6th century legendary Welsh bard.

[Brickwall]

Well, I think I've done all the work on this that feels good. So, I'm going to submit now.

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Paper Crane

Paper crane, paper crane
I think I love you, paper crane,
You make wishes come true,
Everyone is happy to see you,
Everyone loves you, paper crane,
Someone worked hard to make you,
You're the product of tenderness and care,
You're delicate, lighter than the breeze,
You're a few folds away from a flower,
Everything about you is precise, and perfect,
You haven't a flaw to speak of,
Paper crane, paper crane,
I'm not like you paper crane,
There are so many things wrong with me,
I'm a mismatched heap of all the worst things,
Nothing could make me beautiful,
I'm calloused and cumbersome,
I'm a product of cynicism and scorn,
No heavenly craftsman put work into me,
Nobody is happy to see me,
Because I can never make their dreams come true,
Paper crane, paper crane,
I think I loathe you, paper crane.

[Mr_Saturn]

Okay, I don't want to get ninja'ed a topic by Zombie, so I'll toss my hat into the ring first.

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The Butterfly and the Moth

I saw a butterfly in the cloud.
It came to earth, although not loud.
Upon the flowers it came to rest,
and sip and nibble the flower's zest.
Again I looked and saw a moth.
It came from out a devil's broth.
On wool and clothing it came to feast,
To ruin and eat to say the least.
Then to the opposite they did attract,
with traits unlike and inexact.
It was of something God hath wroth,
the butterfly and the moth.

Be easy on me, I'm new at this.

[averagejoe]

We can edit this before the deadline, yeah? If not I'll post it now anyways, as I'm not certain I'll be able to do much to it later anyways. Truth be told, it probably won't need much of anything, I'm just highly suspicious of any poem that seems to write itself.

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Inside the Circus Tent

This is not snow white
Though the face is ghastly pale
And the lips blood red

This spectral pallor
Could not be mistook for snow
The moon's face perhaps

He sits hunched over
Grinning with those red-stained lips
A vulture mid-meal

But his shoulders shake
Wickedly laughing at me
Pale teeth 'tween red lips

This is no vulture
Nor a giggling hyena
but a scavenger

His hand turns a crank
Keeping a steady rhythm
In, out, light then shade

The crank turns around
His magic box produces
A strange, ghostly tune

Behind is a wheel
It turns, keeping the song's beat
A steady metronome

Pale white with dark lines
they spiral toward nothing; down
toward infinity

Mesmeric patterns
Halt the mind; one only stares
The hypnotic rings

Who knows where they end
In those vast outer reaches
The dark between stars

Do they truly end?
Or do they begin again?

[MethodicalMeat]

Grrr, Epic Brainfart.
I'll have something up before the deadline.

[Vaynor]

You may edit until the deadline.

[MethodicalMeat]

Poetry attack, now!

Entitled...um...nevermind, no title.

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Midnight fallen and the city by the old carnival sleeps,
While the father in the sky watches and weeps,
To see his playground so changed from his dreams,
His twinkling toy in the aether no more gleams.

Far below amidst the tears run the children of the city,
Hunting the Strange boy without pity,
They hound him through the forgotten rides,
Over and under old carnies' rusted prides.

Fay and pale is the boy,
Slim, fragile and coy,
Strong and red-faced are those who torment,
Their spite no longer dormant.

Cornered and frightened,
Senses all horribly heightened,
Fay-boy huddles and weeps,
Whilst up his spine fear creeps.

The smallest of the bullies learned a new word today,
"Changeling!" he shouts with a bray,
A larger girl looses a stone,
And for the Fay-boy it has flown.

A cry in the night,
A desperate flight,
Cut short by a bit of concrete,
Which for a rock was surprisingly fleet.

They leave him to bleed,
All are pleased with the deed,
No one feels morose,
Not a one feels remorse.

They leave him there to weep,
Not knowing what in the darkness does creep,
Once they are away-ed,
Out of the shadows a figure does fade.

A stooped old woman with a beard,
Certainly an old woman most weird,
She crouches and cradles the child,
And shakes her fist at the others most evil and wild.

Then sighs and draws him into her arms,
Wanting to shield him from all the world's harms,
She drifts away into the shadows so quietly,
Plodding to home so steadily.

"We'll have you fixed up with a bandage and thyme,
then have you home again in not time,
so wipe away your tears my son,
and always remember, I love you my only and one."

[Brickwall]

If Amotis doesn't make this deadline, I will be angry. Not angry like "", not angry like "", but angry like "".

[Amotis]

I'll make it. And then you will be like "" this.

[PhoeKun]

And if we manage to wind up with no dropouts, I will be like this: ""

Demon Cockroaches, if you weren't aware, are the universal symbol for Supreme Bliss. It's true; look it up.

[Mr_Saturn]

Demon Cockroaches, if you weren't aware, are the universal symbol for Supreme Bliss. It's true; look it up.

I tried looking it up, i didn't find anything.

[PhoeKun]

Really? That's weird. Oh, wait... I think I know what happened. Try again, you need to look "it" up.

[Mr_Saturn]

Oh thanks! And did you see the secret picture jamroar sneaked into your avatar? Its really cool!