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Now there is a poet who makes some sense!

Klith wrote:(( My OOC poem, enjoy

Lying with you we watch the skies,
Just happy to see you,
When I look in your eyes.

I'm always here,
Just pick your phone,
I'm always near.

A shoulder to cry on,
When you feel down,
Here for you 'till your sadness is gone.

One day you'll be my wife,
That day I'll be yours,
For the rest of my life.

Written by me 16th Nov 03))

((How comfortably dull.))

Ah, onto my next poem.

Hmm...Who should I write a poem about now?

Nonsensical-verbulece

Monkeys up,
Monkeys down,
Flip them up,
And spin them round.

Words that are big,
Words that are small,
Trying to dig,
So screw 'em all.

Creatures round,
Creatures square,
Now it's found,
Some scum in your hair.

Laffings John,
Laffings Paul,
So much is gone,
Into the fall.

Make no sence,
Lines that rhyme,
With crapulence,
What is the time?

Shit that is brown,
Shit that is nutty,
I see you frown,
As you tutty.

Willies that are long,
Willies that are short,
Speak like a mong,
Just as I thought.

Nuts that crack,
Nuts that hang,
This is so whack,
Hot-diggity dang!

That was wonderful, Master Alkidor!
and now:

An Elf and a Dwarf got together one day
At the mouth of ole Choopooloo Bay
I believe, it was near the wharf
And so said the Dwarf:
"Ye Elves think ye're grand cause you never get old
But yer fools, cen't even respect some nice refined gold
Ye'd rather sing 'n' dance all day long
Than work, there must be somethin wrong
With those who spend their days in the trees
and are friends to hares an deer an bees
Ye just sit with yer books to try and get smart
Ye know what I say to that?" and he let out a fart

The Elf laughed. " You are indeed a fool
You would trade in your arm for a nice shiny jewel
In your schools you don't teach facts-es
but instead how to get out of paying your taxes
You're sweaty and dirty from working through the night
And so all the females run away from fright
I don't understand what good is gold
When theres nothing in your head but fuzzy mold!"
And so they stood there arguing till the end of their days
Till their stomach got big and their hair got gray
Both the greedy Dwarf and wise old Elf were wrong, a shame
A Hobbit knows whats important is how many friends you claim
And so thats my view of the Elf and the Dwarf
Who met at Choopooloo bay near the wharf

you're all second rate.

His Royal Advisor's servant reports to his master about some competitory battle of poetry. A grin forms on his face. Not long after he sits himself on a chair, to the right of his lord monarch's chair in the royal halls of castle Northerot, scribbling words on a parchment. The ink he uses is of a special consistence that can only be found in Northerot. It is only used for royal announcements, but alas, this seems to be quite some announcement!
While Zerbus rolls up the parchment his servant, a svirfneblin, enters the halls once more - no words are spoken. Handsigns could be made out only by the trained eyes of an surface elf. The servant leaves for the town.


A contribution to the life on the surface

Blinded by the hated sun
I am confronted with "Hello"s and "Good day"s
friendly smiles and ambitious waves

Each day in and out
the fassade of friendlyness clumsily will hide
your falseness of loyality's pride

Your true being is
what my eyes do not fail to recognize
an ego paying any prize

Love and friendship are your credo
but omnipresent strife for power
guides your minds at any hour

My words are harsh
I speak truth where lies are told
for that you hate me a thousand fold

Zerb'russ Qu'abban do Northerot
his majesty's Royal Advisor - a fiend for sure
has embarrassed your lives so pure


Zerb'russ Qu'abban do Northerot

An paidreacha is fearr liom (the prayer that I love)

Ár n-athair, atá are neam
Go ndeantar dainm, go dtaga dó ríocht,
Go ndéantar do thoill ar an talamh
Mar a dhéantar ar neamh, ar n-aráin laethuil
Tabhair dúinn innue agus maith dúinn are bhfiacha!
Mar mhaithmidne bhféichiúnaiá féin
Is ná lig sin i gcáthú
Ach saor sinn ó olc.

Do chara,
Breándáin Ó Masúim.

To the good poet lover,

Are we to have another topic in which to channel our creative juices? I would very much like to see one. Though I do so very much hope it wont be flooded again with the same old rif raf and off topic matter.