Poetry Corner

1. Poetry Corner

   #1

   ...Ahem...(Clears throat)....
   
   The Poem of Elements and Anti-Elements, by Captain Penguin
   
   Whirling air,
   bright fire,
   steady earth,
   gentle water,
   living wood.
   
   Sullen air,
   devouring fire,
   lightless earth,
   raging water,
   smothering wood.

2. Poetry Corner

   #2

   Siren sits in a dark corner, dressed all black, and snaps her fingers for the penguin. "Bravo, man. Bravo."

3. Poetry Corner

   #3

   i like it I do but it is missing something...

4. Poetry Corner

   #4

   So make another poem.

5. Poetry Corner

   #5

   storms a brew'in
   tormenting the green pastures
   violence a stew'in
   clouds swirl in anticipation
   over the Citadel this day
   
   gamers are writing
   typing out visual creations
   verbally fighting
   spelling matters of opinion
   within the Citadel this day
   
   as lightening flashes and tornados bloom
   nothing seems to get done.
   
   all of this carnage spells out doom
   dismissing all of our fun
   
   as the clouds disperse
   I find it a curse
   to happen upon the Citadel another day.

6. The guy in the back corner

   #6

   He snaps his fingers. His beat baret tipped rakishly. He sips his expresso and checks the scene.

7. Poetry Corner

   #7

   One of the few I wrote. Was a prophecy for a game I ran.
   
   What if the Aros Wall should break?
   Would all the land lose hope?
   A shadow's test
   A water's nest
   All will be forced to cope
   
   And if the dark rose in the North
   Would it be plain to see?
   A mountains core
   Where eagles soar
   Don't fall to bended knee
   
   And in the land beyond the moon
   Will you still know my name?
   It's up to you
   And what you do
   I'll come to you again
   
   And if a mass should rise and fill
   The streets with death and fear?
   The time is short
   For all to sort
   The lost must now appear
   
   Who shall there be to bring to us
   The needed things to bear?
   Will we return
   And will they learn
   The secret of our dare
   
   Where shall the poor child lay his head
   When bloodfire stains the land?
   Where shadows lie
   Where waters sigh
   Where mountains silent stand
   
   And when the missing time is found
   Is all then lost or won?
   No mortal knows
   Nor gods disclose
   Till all our battle's done
   
   (It was based on another prophecy I found forever ago although I changed just about everything but used the style of the poem)

8. Poetry Corner

   #8

   I will claim this whole one for my own. Another poem that starts with the legend of my homebrewed world and then turns into a prophecy.
   
   Five from three they came to see
   Destruction so profound
   They took the song and played it long
   Creating with their sound
   
   Tower of Tears killed all our fears
   From the light it arose
   A wall so dark it bore no mark
   Capturing all our foes
   
   Some may say we all will pay
   The wall will finally crack
   A heroes face we all must chase
   And find what they do lack
   
   Nations come and nations roam
   All wait till time is right
   When old arrives a nation dies
   And danger is from height
   
   Death above will kill the dove
   seek knowledge from the past
   Regain the lost at any cost
   And death may not be fast
   
   Marked for death they take their breath
   Just like any other
   But who they serve has all the nerve
   He must kill is father
   
   To save us all one must fall
   Finding what they do seek
   To know the search ones made of birch
   Dreams are not for the meek
   
   The other coal must be stole
   Tis the way it shall be
   Cannot be bought nor chased and caught
   Colors change you will see
   
   Time is still under the hill
   Where life may be snuffed out
   Look and find get out of the bind
   Then travel the set route

9. Poetry Corner

   #9

   * A women looks up from her writing and frowns at the papaer *
   
   I don't think I can write a normal letter in the presence of such beauty...
   
   I think I will just sit here and hear all these marvels pass me and enjoy while I am at it.

10. Poetry Corner

    #10

    *Snaps*
    Yeah, man. Dig it.

11. Poetry Corner

    #11

    Never dance with the Fey;
    Back home you'll never find way;
    All the folk of the hill and dale know;
    That with the Kindly Ones you shouldn't go;
    For you shant return until the snow winds blow;
    Never dance with the Fey.

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    #12

    I guess I will give it a try...
    
    Secrets
    
    Nobody knows that I am
    a timid violet
    An audacious sunfolwer all at once.
    I am a paradox of Ideas and beliefs
    Like the prophet I face the formidable task of thought.
    like the flowers ever growing, struggling,
    searching for myself.
    Nobody knows that I tiptoe
    down the starlit hallway.
    To greet the moon.
    Nobody knows that I stop to listen to the song of the wind
    upon the lonely shore.
    no one understands the thoughts...
    the passions...
    the dreams.... that explode in my mind.
    Nobody knows but me.
    perhaps some day I will find my one
    that all can be revealed to
    until that day I deep my secrets.

13. Poetry Corner

    #13

    The Five Stars of Enlightenment
    
    First is of gold, the star of battles;
    Second is of silver, the star of change;
    Third is of jade, the star of knowledge;
    Fourth is of steel, the star of self-control;
    Fifth is of nothingness, the star of enlightenment;
    Tao.

14. Poetry Corner

    #14

    There once was a man named Mike
    Oh dear was he a cute little tyke
    He ran around and played all day
    Then one day he wandered away
    What happened to him, you say?
    Well, he turned into a blue jay.
    
    There was a frog.
    It ate a dog.
    
    Jackie jane jumps joyfully jolliously.
    John jack joins jumping jackie jane
    Jackie jane joyously jabs john jack
    John jack jets jumping jaggedly
    ...Awe...Jackie Jane cries...
    
    It's a keyboards obligation
    To be filled with typoation
    And a person's messupation
    To create the typoation
    And a spouses honoration
    To smack the personation
    And cause therapation
    
    (That last one made little sense.)

15. Poetry Corner

    #15

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    Twinkle, twinkle little bat,
    How I wonder what you're at?
    When you winged your way into my room,
    And gave to me this blue straw broom.
    
    You left again without a sound,
    As I turned the broom round and round,
    My fingers traced the runes inlaid,
    In my innocence, I was not afraid.
    
    My fingers traced the acrance tracing,
    In my chest, my heart was racing.
    I held the broom between my knees,
    And flew out the window, and past the trees.
    
    The runes a-lit with gentle fire,
    And called to me to fly higher.
    Up I went to, kiss the moon,
    Through the night on my blue straw broom.
    
    The heavens turned to rose, I had to leave,
    I flew back home, trying to believe,
    That I could share the heavens and leave my room,
    And take once more skyward on my blue straw broom.

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