Poetry Club
From Cities
'tis often said that people with a rhyming skill don't show it - So grab a chair and come and share your hidden inner poet!
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AmishRobots
(with a clear disregard for any sense of rythm):
I'm such a dork I wrote a poem About the Cities Where I roam 'Cause My AP Has gone away So now I've no more Game to play My room-mate thinks I'm just insane Addicted to this "stupid game" I've badgered poor joe about mushrooms and all but with palantirs he just won't call nor talisman or taxi fly nor fight a giant in the sky M'morp-G's all are second rate he'd rather just go get a date And fighting cows just won't appeal even if I promised veal or nightclubs with a baby seal He'd rather not learn how to heal And tho he always Pays the rent He's never once A drogna spent And tho I've tried My level best to get my friend to join the quest He'll never even make a name asserting that "its just too lame" But though he acts too good for cities scoffing at our monster titties I'll never understand him yet; I know He's got a Neo-pet!!!!!!!!!!!!
Moj
"How Rocky Got His Rocks Back" There was a noisy Rocky roc That stood upon a mountain top And sang in words of roccish glee About his rocks so lovely. "My rocks" he pined "are heaven sent! One of a kind! No man could dent The boulders that make up my hoard Not even with the sharpest sword!" And this he sang all through the day Until his neighbours' patience frayed So much that at their weekly meeting They cried "We somehow must defeat him!" And so up to his nest they crept With torches burning bright And stole the stones while Rocky slept And hid them out of sight. When morning came there was a cry That rocked the tundra - shook the sky. "Where are my rocks!" the Roc did shout "I once had lots! But now - there's nowt!" And hence down to the town he flew But still no rocks came into view. "How can I be a Roc," he said "Without the rocks to make my bed?" "Wait!" came a cry from by his side, and up to Rocky there did stride A man with most outlandish hair. "I think that I can help you there!" "When the sun goes down today, Make for the standing stones. You'll find your boulders there, I pray So you can build your throne!" The neighbours they were tucked away And in their beds slept sound. But then a shriek did come their way: "My missing rocks are found!" They made their way back to the nest And when they came they were perplexed. Surrounding Rocky's roccish home There was a pile of gleaming stones! "You see," he said, when they did ask, "This man came to my plight. He gave me just one simple task: I rocked around the clock last night!"
Vashka
Oh, to be in Cities now that April's there, For whoever walks past Bögnør now, this morning, is aware, That the frozen seas and the glaciation Where the magic eggs hide are all a-melting, While the icewarrior spins on the tundra, "Pow!" In Cities - ow!
With sincerest apologies to Robert Browning.
Haiku is reasonably easy, just make the lines 5/7/5 syllables and stick something in about the weather or seasons or something (don't tell me off, haiku fans!):
I wrote a Cities Haiku last night, in the cold, But I forgot it.
Today I kill snakes. "You feel a tiny bit cold," The game informs me.
Pageturner
Treeman with thick skin With the proper equipment They fall like timber
the now desert worthy Density
the nightmare dragon the sweat pours down my forehead my scream wakes my soul
- vote -- Sertularian 12:50, 12 April 2006 (BST)
I found a pinata in a tree. I was warned to just let it be, or to help out the rest who, on completing their quest, will donate some kudos to me. Density 20:34, 13 April 2006 (BST)
Ant
The Rabbit (6) smiles Its grin so toothily filled: I smile back and run.
An ode to Blinky: Life short as falling raindrops. Dead Goldfish (Blinky)
Dragon
"A Cities Love Ballad" by Duke dragon MD I met a Sexy Fire Dragon Lounging at a Spire And I knew in a second that She was my heart's desire. (I had Beer Goggles at the time, But that's of no import-- I knew at once this dragon fair I instantly must court.) I offered her my hand, but she Just let me walk on by, And lo! Three rivals for her love My watchful gaze did spy. Surrounding me upon the Spire, Water, Earth, and Air, They challenged me unto the death For my lady fair. One by one I slew them all With sword and wand and lance And all the while my lady watched And my heart did dance. But when I turned to her to see If my valor did impress She sat unmoving and unmoved By this, my noble quest. I tried to woo her heart with gold (For dragons like to hoard) But all the riches I held out Were steadfastly ignored. Not emeralds, diamonds, nor an opal (My, she's in perfect health!) Were desired by my sweet, Nor any other wealth. I offered her a Beef Steak For a small repast, But she sat still and did not move As I once more walked past. She seemed unimpressed with titles, For I said I'm a Duke MD, But she cared not upon her Spire-- She barely looked at me. I did not want to Anger her But I had no other choice, For I need my love to notice me And listen to my voice. Before this she would let me by And little did she care But now she noticed, and advanced, Her wicked teeth she bared. Though she still bites and claws and flames I claim her as my own, And I hope that she'll calm down with time And true love can be known. For now, I rest assured and know That as long as she lives, On this Sexy Fire Dragon This Duke MD has dibs. :)
--Dragon 04:33, 12 April 2006 (BST)
- Wow!!! -- Sertularian 12:53, 12 April 2006 (BST)
- This poem might become illustrated, if I get around to it. :) --Dragon 18:18, 13 April 2006 (BST)
And now, a few limericks for your amusement:
An Earl on a quest to be Duke Said "Any monster I can practically nuke For, since I am Fire, My to-hit's much higher But I can't for my life grow a cuke!"
Two Duelists met under the sun, Said the Air to the Earth, "You've not won-- Your alignment, you see, And your extra HP Are no match for my Golden Gun."
and finally:
In the fantasy realm of the Cities We find gold, bling, and more pretties Guarded not by goblins and orcs But instead by big n0rx My, what impressive...monsters.
--Dragon 18:18, 13 April 2006 (BST)
WinterQueen
The Giant Spider
A cities man attacks, The giant spider's back Spider said: "Who disturbs me in my bed? Why, Fie! Fie! Don't even try! Gotta go, So... Bye! And Oh! I love your bow! Now here I go..." Shakes the mans hand, And off goes, A cities man's foe.
Nuru nuru
俳句 it is then.
Graceful northern land. Sun refracts through polar shards. It gets well cold like.
Fly, golden cities! Soar, your nebulous grandeur! It is a good game.
Graveyard ale consumed, trap poised, aquiver and pissed, eighty-two to go.
Curious centre. Obscured by transient rocks? html lurks.
Stien
Cities we will love With no ap left to spare I write a haiku
Rackmount
O Worm, thou are sick The invincible 'King that rules in the land in the cities four Has found out thy road of wriggling joy and his dark secret code does thy life destroy.
(With thanks and apologies to William Blake)
Eruantion
I apologise for the poor quality of this and all my poems:
I once a-wandered in a land, Strange, I did not understand, Why in this world, though nice And not, as I thought, for a price To pay, enjoyable, Or perhaps even identifiable. So went, did I, from town to town, The water blue, the earth was brown, The 'king I saw, his palace great, Indeed, I thought him quite my mate, And kind he was to me - that night He made me a brave Sir knight. Still more I sought the truth to find, The cabal, indeed, exists solely in my mind. And foes I found, monsters abroad, Slew them I, with fist and sword, Things they relinquished unto me - Gold and gems, and I was free.
Rhapsodie
All of my poems are here, but here's my favourite contribution to date. This was performed at the First Annual KOT Dinner, hosted by Syagrius.
Duke Rhapsodie MD says: 'Whilst wandering through the desert as I am wont to do I came upon a gentleman, though I recall not who He wore upon his shiny head a crown of jewels and gold I saw it gleam, my fingers twitched, and then that crown I stole I ran into the sandy wastes; from there adventured wide: Fiery swamps and mountain peaks – and everywhere I’d hide Fearing that someone would come and then treat me the same! I grew quite fond of my new crown; I wished it bore my name. And then one day another came, a fellow called Melchitt He saw, he twitched, he stole my crown, the naughty little sh-' BOOOOOOOM! (Duke Rhapsodie MD just let off a huge fire-cracker!)
gonzometro
I wrote this one act play while mapping the Crill Sea, November 15th, 2007. It rhymes & is metered, so I'm counting it as poetry.
On Killing Plankton
Dramatis Personae:
Player a Bell-Ringer for the Salvation Army
Plankton a marine Life-Form
Act 1, Scene 1:
[Ocean, Mid-November]
Enter Player and Plankton
Play. Approaching here, that keeps the World atilt,
Some plankton comes. And with unselfish care,
My purpose to extort upon his guilt
Some coin, I conjure thus a simple air.
Plankton approaches. Player rings Bell
Plank. Why dost this trenchant bruit bruise the ears
Of autumn, and our generosity
Assault? Still yet a fortnight waits ere nears
The 'holy' Advent of Nativity.
Plankton ignores Player.
Play. My sacred duties shall not unfill'd be
For want of ringing me this plaintive bell.
My arm now thrice-fold cries the woes of He
Who with God's love of Man to death once fell.
[Rings Bell louder. Plankton still ignores Player]
Bell breaks.
[Aside.] Without my moral compass to decree
One's thoughts, One's given to decide what's Right
Or Wrong! and may of chance fall far from Thee.
They fight. Plankton dies.
[Aloud.] Thus justly I have sav'd him from that plight.
- How better did my violence serve than voice
- To give me strength to free his life from choice.
Exeunt
FINIS
CitiesNotes:
You attack the Plankton. You play the Hand Bell. The Plankton doesn't seem impressed. Your Hand Bell has worn out. You lose a Hand Bell. You slay the Plankton. Now using Fists.
ScurvyPirate
"The Saga of the Lost" (written after the golden condor was stuck in the high plateau for 2 days)
- Aurous fowl, north to the frozen
- But the pilot must have been a'dozin
- A bit too late to catch his blunder
- Split in twine, the rock, asunder
- Now poor souls are bound and trapped
- on airy peaks all snowy capped.
- "How long?", they ask to one another
- "Until we're forced to eat each other?"
- Cold, they await and contemplate,
- the speed of the hand that guides their fate.
- Stuck for days, they've been through hell.
- Now where the devil is that GL?
"And So They Shall"
- Where Death becomes Stone,
- all heroes flock.
- Met with the unknown,
- they watch the clock.
- When the hour is shown,
- They walk the walk.
- And they continue on.
- At first, “A new quest!”
- It’s met with zeal.
- Had time to digest,
- It’s not ideal.
- “The vents” they attest,
- “Have lost appeal.”
- Yet they continue on.
- Waiting for a move,
- The hour is late.
- To maybe improve,
- Their regen rate.
- But all they do
- Is sit and wait
- ‘till they continue on.
- ‘Cause they are the ones,
- Who asked the ‘king.
- For a few new puns
- or monsters mean.
- Now all of the fun
- That they can glean.
- Is to continue on.
- And so they shall.
