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This is a page about the (now ended) Cities Festival 2008.

As part of the Cities Festival from 9th - 24th August, we are proud to present the Cities Ditties Poetry Competition (which has set up at 9E 5N DSSGCM, near the Memorial Library). Have you a way with words, are you an enthusiastic member of the poetry club or do you just have something to express deep within you, if so pick up a pen and paper and enter an original poem in one of the catagories below! There will be trophies/Prizes dependant on what I come up with...Vote now for your favourite!

Contents

How to enter

  • Sign up to one or more of the themes below (suggestions for themes welcome)
  • Compose your ode, one per player (2 for limmericks and Haikus), please keep to the word limit, obviously cities themed...
  • Either post your entries here, links to your player page or palantir me ford_prefect and I will upload your entry.
  • Judging will be by popluar vote with the possibilities of bonus prizes for the lords favorites.
  • Closing date will be noon on the 22nd so I can put all entries up before I go away.
  • Winners will be announced when we have found them...Vote now for your favourite
  • An overall winner will be chosen. I Elseware suggest that if one player wins more themes than anyone else, then they win, otherwise the winning entries will be put to the vote. The winner will be declared the Bard Laureate and may be occasionally called on to compose poems for official state occasions, until the next festival. They will also be given the option of a "Bard" honourific to their character name, and a cool but useless special power too. Elseware 12:58, 10 August 2008 (BST)

The Themes

Laughing Limmericks - 5 lines

Humerous limmericks welcome at a maximum of 2 per player.

Schnorrer

A young gent at the Royal Palace
Aroused considerable malice
When in front of the ‘king
He thrust out this thing
Which was only a wing of Daedalus.
Schnorrer 10:26, 9 August 2008 (BST)

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Rhapsodie

A shaman, in every regard,
Has an existence that's hard:
  Killing Reptiles
  And the Trial of Trials
Leave aspiring wizards scarred.

While they can cast a fire-ball nuke
And change so they can grow a cuke
  There may come a day
  That they cry in dismay:
"Stuff it, I'll just be a Duke!"
Rhapsodie 13:30, 10 August 2008 (BST)

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Dragon

There once was a Great Lord vampiric
Whose puns were quite esoteric
More experiments, likely,
This time on our psyches
Designed to turn us hysteric.
Dragon 07:12, 11 August 2008 (BST)
A Knight who would be a Baron
Thought he was cunning and darin'
But a fierce dragon's claws
And a snap of its jaws
Made him soil the armour he's wearin'.
Dragon 02:05, 23 August 2008 (BST)

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Stoo

(I did write four, but just realised I can only submit two...)

There once was a wizard of water
Who drank more dragon blood than he oughta.
His to-hit's now in bits,
His hit-points hit the pits,
And he gains AP once an hour, sorta.


I ascertained from an armourer of air
an alchemical recipe rare:
'Mix one reznor blade
With some sage and a spade'
I ate it, and lost all my hair.
Stoo 13:47, 12 August 2008 (BST)

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gonzometro

Feeds 3800:

Instructions for elephant stew
Preparing takes one month or two
 6-cubed gallons of sauce
 But I'm still at a loss
Why Northwich can't just play kazoo!
Inspired by a recipe I found in a cookbook. Gonzometro 18:35, 12 August 2008 (BST)
Amen to that! Rhapsodie 22:55, 12 August 2008 (BST)

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Heartfelt Haikus - 3 lines

Again maximum of 2 per player.

Dragon

beautiful forests
Oak, Hazel, Willow, Yew, Ash
why no Poetree?  
--Dragon 02:46, 9 August 2008 (BST)
Summer in the North
Beware foreboding icebergs
41AP
--Dragon 06:03, 12 August 2008 (BST)

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Rackmount

Ever elusive,
like autumn mists in the frozen north.
Kangaroo.
--Rackmount 09:00, 9 August 2008 (BST)

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S. Mackie

Disabled Tripod,
'Aloo, aloo,' I hear you
Sound your lonely cry.

And in tanka form:

Now I give myself to you.
Black birds peck at your pilot.
S. Mackie 04:51, 9 August 2008 (BST)

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Thog

Depressed Citieszens
'Thieves stole all my possessions'
Chop down their forest
Thog 01:13, 10 August 2008 (BST)

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Rhapsodie

Fleeting jelly fish
Bright flashes in the ocean
Now it's gone again
Rhapsodie 01:56, 10 August 2008 (BST)
Cities' third birthday
Lots of contests and prizes
Not enough AP
Rhapsodie 13:36, 10 August 2008 (BST)

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gonzometro

short-lived magic hat
now just shame upon my head
echoing 're-yoink!'
Gonzometro 02:29, 10 August 2008 (BST)
maiden's dilemma
when read phonetically
'ride the unicorn?'
 ;) Gonzometro 08:58, 20 August 2008 (BST)

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Stoo

No! King-fiddling time!
All I tried to do was speak.
I didn't break it!

Stoo 13:49, 12 August 2008 (BST)

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greycat

Captain Cyanbeard
The scourge of the seven seas
My cannon, his doom

Greycat 15:08, 14 August 2008 (BST)

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Scary Mike

I call this one "A Dragon Stone Shaped Absence In My Inventory"

Fighting ninjas hurts,
"Full-Heal Self" - then strike! Wait... NOOOO!!!!
Didn't change weapons.
Scary Mike, 21:33, 23 August 2008 (EST)

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Tales of Daring Do - up to 30 lines

Tell of fighting dragons and rescuing fair maidens (or just throwing pounds of poop at them)

Stein

Inside the castle he overheard about something quite frightening, a lizard quite large, called a dragon.
He heard that if he could bring back proof from the hunt he would be increased to the rank of Baron, a
title not held lightly.
He would set out in the morning for the beast. 
Destiny awaiting him with every step. 
As he headed down the trail he found a dragon, of a level he could not fight, amazed by the beauty of it
he stared in awe wasting his energy circling it. 
Shortly after the awe, Stien wandered around the caves, killing random monsters. 
Finally he stood in shock, staring at a magestic small water dragon. 
He readied his gun, it shaking in his hand. 
Bang, the beast wasn't as damaged as he should have been simply angered by this insult. 
Stien quickly reloaded his golden gun, dropping a few coins on the floor in his hurry. 
He lifted and pulled the trigger. 
BANG! The dragon fell to the ground and died. 
The prize was Stien's! 
He drank from it's corpse, and hurried his way to the King, to gain his title. 
Upon arriving, the stench of the dragons blood was still on his breath, and the blood had dried as it drooled
down his chin, perminately staining his skin. 
The King, was suprised the the young man he had knighted the day before was before him yet again, this time
with the trophy of a dragon. 
The King smirked, and signed the documents titling him, Baron Stien. 
Before Stien left though, the King said to him, "Killing ten dragons, now that... that would be a triumph
worth something."
Stien 05:35, 9 August 2008 (BST)

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S. Mackie

A story in poetry form, 24 lines, A-B-A-B rhyme.

o I knew the Race was o'er and done just ten AP from shore,
Still I whipped my rented horse and soldiered on
For though I'd lost already, and the worst was yet to come before,
I'd set out well provisioned and would not rest 'til it was done.
  
I watched a fellow mariner who set out less prepared.
His end was not a pretty sight to see
His airship tore to ribbons, and he tumbled from the air
I watched him flail helplessly, but had no time to grieve
 
T'was 40 minutes out when I first heard the mighty fest,
K. Dragon, first of sailors, bested foe and friend!
I yet had Crill and Coral left to go 'er I could rest,
but I swore this day that I would reach the end.
 
The Coral was Olympus, and the Pegasus my steed,
Better gadflies than mere mussels sure there be,
It could not throw me down, though it did take from me my speed,
And Oz, a better obstruction, did serve to torment me.
 
As yet I still have not begun my battle with the Crill,
And further on I'll fly through bitter snows
'Tis not terrain or weather which will finally test my will,
But probably the drugs, because AP is running low.
  
So fly me on to glory, "Half done! Keep heading South!"
I course across the golden road as my clock reads five,
The battle's lost already, and I'm foaming at the mouth,
But I'm flying on Red Bull and Spice, I feel so damn alive!
Yes, I feel goddamn alive!
S. Mackie 13:10, 9 August 2008 (BST)

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naath

(yes yes, I *know* it's 39 lines. But you are silly and have no sensible category for it)

Cards

A Quest! A Quest! ah, for Quests I'm a fool
for quests they take all of your strength
but I'll keep up the fight, though I meet with my death
and keep right on like the devil
himself's on my tail, sweating away under endless sun
I'll run 'right round our world
 
Vast and beautiful is our world
full of fun for the playful or for the fool
an endless series of quests beneath a never setting sun
we strive to increase our stamina and strength
we fight with the devil 
and sometimes fall to our death
 
Though here, you see, death
will not take you from our world
and leave you in the hands of the devil
for great and noble or stupid and a fool
for whatever your standing or strength
you'll be dragged back out to life under our unsetting sun
  
We have bling that are made from the sun
And bling that will heal you back from brink of death
there are boots that give speed and potions to help with your strength
but I think a bike and an airship for the fastest trip 'round the world
our 'king and GLs will make you feel like a fool
as you run 'round as if chased by a devil
 
We have angels above and a bunch of devil
like DEMONS below where they hide from the sun
we have ninja who will take your weapon if you are a fool
but since we have no fear of death
we shall run all over our world
until we use the very last of our strength
 
the question is now, do you have the strength
for addictions a devil
you know, to come to our world
and play under our sun
to dice with our death
and not be made a fool?
 
For we think this world is a great feat of strength
and that only a fool or one possessed by the devil
would turn away from our sun and never know life after death
--naath 17:36, 10 August 2008 (BST)

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Rhapsodie

The Joust

The bleachers are completely filled, the crowds packed in together:
Wizards in their ornate robes, dukes in embossed leather,
And armourers with forge-borne scars. The conversation hums
And somewhere plays a band comprised of pipes, fiddle and drums.
The jousters come into the lists; the crowds inhale a breath
Seeing now contenders who face injury or death.

One rides on a proud war horse, which strides forth iron-limbed:
Its mane and tail flow freely and its saddle's misril-trimmed.
The other rides a pegagus whose coat glows brightly white;
Its wings are half unfurled and quiver with potential flight.
The jousters circle warily, awaiting now the sign:
A lacy handkerchief dropped by the Lady Caroline.

The lace descends; the crowd now roars; the jousters set their lances
The war horse thunders toward his foe; the winged horse almost dances
Their flashing hooves now rumble with the sound of booming thunder,
Each knight and horsie plunges forth, cutting the air asunder.
Their aims are true; the lances shatter on presented shields
But both stay in their saddles; see how neither jouster yields! 

The jousters draw their swords and now they close in once again;
War horse's rider swings a sword; his blows fall down like rain
Winged horse's rider's shield arm gradually begins to buckle;
War horse's rider's face now lights up with a mirthful chuckle
But see how winged horse spoils his mirth, deftly dancing aside!
The war horse surges after; the horsies now collide!

The riders lock their blades together, pushing to and fro.
The dust between their horses' hooves is with the sun aglow.
A marshal stands beside the lists; it is in fact the 'King:
"I declare this joust a draw!" The crowd begins to sing
A song of praise; the jousters now both raise their mailed fists
The adoration of the crowd rains down upon the list.
-- Rhapsodie 08:50, 13 August 2008 (BST)

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greycat

Jellyfish, jellyfish, where are you floating?
The waters are warm as we sail o'er the waves:
The wizard, the gen'ral, the armourer strong,
The bold sergeant captain, four men stout and brave.

Jellyfish, jellyfish, where are you hiding?
The sweet summer sea breeze blows life through our sails.
Four fishermen, patiently waiting so long
All hoping our venture is not doomed to fail.

Jellyfish, jellyfish, here they are swimming!
Excitement, o rapture, the joy of success!
We lower our nets as we chase through the swells
Our hunting is fruitful!  Our mission is blessed.

Jellyfish, jellyfish, seem them all going!
They scatter so quickly, no trail do they leave.
Four seaworthy comrades, we bid our farewells;
And back to the parties, this Festival eve.

Greycat 02:46, 15 August 2008 (BST)

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gonzometro

The Ballad of JaneEveryone:

I woke in darkness in an antique land,
And found myself, for all the world, alone,
Except a message in a friendly hand
Imploring me to worship at a stone.
I steel myself, set forth, and find at last
The monolith, its once-proud visage thrown
Upon the wheel of time, but still it cast
A baleful stare that chills me to the bone.
My offering, once set upon the ground,
Erupts into a burst of violet light.
A tremblor strikes the hill without a sound,
Then darkness fills the world again with night.
 I am Jane Everyone, everpresent,
 Ensuring every moment's fully spent.

I woke at daybreak in an antique land
To silence.  Dreams dance past of 'why' and 'how'
And melt into a barren view of sand.
I clear my mind and focus on the now,
And stride across the dunes, my target known.
I crest a hill, my compass spinning wild,
And catch a glint from where the dust was blown
Away: an apple nestling like a child
Into an outcrop.  Kneeling down, I prise
The relic free. A memory inside
My mind wells up to pass before my eyes:
The spirit Toad has ever been my guide.
 I am Jane Everyone, everpresent,
 Ensuring every moment's fully spent.
Gonzometro 04:27, 23 August 2008 (BST)

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Ode to the 'King (his Lady and Great Lords) - up to 20 lines

Showing our appriciation for those lovely people who make us get up at 4 in the morning to worship and cause us to try and buy cucumbers when we go shopping because we know we need them for something...

Rhapsodie

Cities Festival is here,
With games, contests and cheese,
A race that raised a mighty cheer
And art that's sure to please.
A unicorn and dark knight
And sculptures by the score:
Some that fill us with delight
And some we may abhor.
There's jousting on our pwnies,
Where wizard duels with knight,
And Cities aristocracies
At parties left and right.
And now the swelling crowd applauds.
You’re sure to hear us sing:
"Hooray for all the Great Lords
And long live the 'King!"
Rhapsodie 08:02, 11 August 2008 (BST)
I love how «'King» is 2 syllables -- genius! Gonzometro 08:30, 20 August 2008 (BST)

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gonzometro

Ode to Great Lord Spotting:

I am the humble Book of Memories
of Great Lord Spotting.  Turn a page and gaze
in awe of Cities' Great Celebrities.

My frontispiece: the 'King in glory days
Before his fall. Upon the title page
The Lady Caroline and Kitty laze.

Decrypted Ruthven throwing down his gage,
lab-codex cracked. And Boris guards a field
of plums from pillage by a passing mage.

Here, Harvey binds a fool who chose to wield
his ward like weapons.  Farmhands watch and learn
from Yendor singing to increase his yield.

See Andrew, mouth agape, with eyes that yearn
for dundee cake, while Ignatz greets a friend
and, pool-side, mixes drinks for their sojourn.

These highlights read, I beg you'll next time spend
a moment adding to these histories,
but now our fleeting time is at an end.
Gonzometro 08:30, 20 August 2008 (BST)

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Stoo

The Song of Stoo 

In the year of the Firefox, the fourth year of the 'king,
Midst the month of Thermidor, begins the ballad I sing.
The announcement went out, the Citiezens forewarned,
And on the morning of Malcolm the ninth, the fête dawned...

The festival begins - a new era starts!
With martial, performance and marital arts!
A Royal Charity Auction for pets, new and elite!
And bids for islands and items - as cheap as pomme frittes!

(My apologies there... hope my transgression is waivéd
At the mere mention of 'Octions' I channelled Dickinson, David)

With races and jousting-extravaganzas,
And Cities-Ditties, with poets composing their stanzas,
The events are stupendous, creating statues and dishes
With prizes of glory and wealth beyond wishes.

(Plus, to keep quiet the barbarians, meat-shields and bumpkins
There's a competition to see who can smash the most pumpkins)

Were I to tell forth all the marv'llous affairs
And mirth that occurred, why I'd be here for years!
I'd be still singing my song when the cow-kittens came home
And the transcript of my tune would take up more than one tome.

So, three cheers for the 'king and his Great Lordly crew
Harvey, Ignatz and Ruthven, Yendor, Boris, Andrew!
Not forgetting the fair maid, Lady Caroline the Pink.
Raise your glass to them all, in their honour, please drink!

Remember them all as you travail 'cross the map,
And should ever you meet them, please doff your cap.
For they create and sustain, they inspire and repair
And without them, our Cities just would not be here.

Stoo 18:45, 21 August 2008 (BST)

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