ThetaOrionis01 Posted November 11, 2003 Author Share Posted November 11, 2003 <_< Lazily the river flowsWith each tributary growsHeavy and slow, full of lethargyAsleep, almost, devoid of energy. Lulled to safety we allow ourselves to driftNo alarm raised, yet the current grows swiftThe waterfall catches us unawareOver the edge we go, we can but stare Like a xylophone the water plays the rocksWe do our best to absorb the shocksBut still something to test our mettleThe pool they call the Devil's Kettle The waters boil and swirl and rageAround teeth-like rocks, sharpened with ageWe can but try our bestTo survive this final testSmooth again the waters closeHow many tried to pass and failed no one knows Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThetaOrionis01 Posted November 12, 2003 Author Share Posted November 12, 2003 Time for new words methinks wind, silent, hall, blue :P or alternatively, if you find those too easy: hippopotamus, diarrhoea, cornucopia, magnetism :lol: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Malchik Posted November 12, 2003 Share Posted November 12, 2003 Urgh! I am having the devil's own job getting onto the forum today! Theta I may pass the diarrhoea - if you get me. It takes time to think and time is in short supply until next month. However I threw off a little pome (sic) specially for you, as Dark0ne says you like things like faeries and their ilk. I suppose it comes of having your own little cherubs. The Opportunity From out of the deep blue sea,A mermaid sang so free"Come down to the coral, the rocks and the pearlsAnd join in life's dance with me." The tune broke the silent skyAnd lifted my heart on high.So I stared through the ripples, the eddies, the whirlsTo find where the maid might lie. Then all at once she was there.The wind whipping through her hair."I'm so much more fun than your dour human girls,"She said. "And I am so fair. Come play in my sea-green hall."I resisted the siren's call.I wouldn't be trapped by her smile or her curls.Such transient beauties pall. Her smile I cannot forget.And her song leaves me in her debt.I behaved just like one of your regular churls.And that's something I'll e'er regret. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Caveatar Posted November 12, 2003 Share Posted November 12, 2003 wind, silent, hall, blue hmmmm. Shades of traumerei A Silent Hall beside a Blue lakestands in its ancient serenitya soft Wind sighs as if to awakewhat long ago faded into memory what was has become as ashes and rustand faded to nothing as thoughbut smoke from a lamp, crumbled to dustmore than eight hundred years ago life and laughter are dead and gonewith the toil and the pain and tearshere let them remain beneath the stonekept forever behind time's veil of years ----------------------------------------- or alternatively, if you find those too easy:hippopotamus, diarrhoea, cornucopia, magnetism These have a certain familarity.*refrains from copying original effort*----------------------------- The Flatulent Waterhorse A Hippotamus with Diarrhoea broke Wind at the county zoohe had an animal Magnetism but well liked or not that wouldn't do the 'cornucopia' of myth is always full but no more full than the hippo you seeso the keeper called a veterinarianwho fed him a barrel of 'Immodium D' --------------------------------Now for pity's sakeTheta, give us a breakI don't know how much moreof those words I can take : D: D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Malchik Posted November 12, 2003 Share Posted November 12, 2003 hippopotamus, diarrhoea, cornucopia, magnetism Come! A mad aura. Is this in proportion? Chop up game! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Caveatar Posted November 13, 2003 Share Posted November 13, 2003 I don't hope to mimic a curious anagram phrase 'Pop'. (Unless you will excuse bad grammar and the nickname 'pop'.) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThetaOrionis01 Posted November 13, 2003 Author Share Posted November 13, 2003 The deadly wind blows from the westSilently it killsWe live, yet are dead like the restFled to the hillsThere is no sanctuary from this fallOut of a blue skyWe abandoned city and hallWaiting to dieWe have come to envy the deadOver in a flashBy our own hopes we were misledAll turned to ash. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lethmoraa Posted November 14, 2003 Share Posted November 14, 2003 My first poem...ever actually. I hope everyone enjoys it A gentle breeze flowing through her hair Walking through the hall to the stair Leading a path unknown she screams A silent breath of blue air "Why must I go on with this life unfair?" An answer she awaits for her time is surely near Climbing up into the tower she finds it clear She must get out by the wind in her hair -- Lethmoraa -- Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lethmoraa Posted November 16, 2003 Share Posted November 16, 2003 Alright I have some new words for everybody. purple, lemonade, messenger, bard Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Caveatar Posted November 17, 2003 Share Posted November 17, 2003 purple, lemonade, messenger, bard a mediocre messenger I am not fit to play the barda poem with 'purple' and 'lemonade' I find to be too hard just to continue the poetry gameI will attempt it this one time but you will find no purple passage in the midst of this doggerel rhyme Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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