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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #900 on: October 02, 2017, 03:38:28 AM »
Pg 793

Explanation Due, Dark Ambience SHOOOH!

Has Onni awakened?
He has something to tell.
Reynir was mistaken,
Only now he's compelled.

Should have informed prior,
Of his sister's affliction.
They had conspired.
Now inevitable friction.

But there is no reply
To the Icelandic's query.
The change in the sky,
Ominously eerie...

Suddenly black pitched,
"SHOOOOH" - something afoot.
An unexpected sitch
With darkness taken root.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #901 on: October 02, 2017, 10:49:56 PM »
Pg 794

No Discussion, Just Concussion

Out a fist flies,
Onni already knows.
Face pulverized,
As his anger grows.

"WHY ARE YOU HERE?"
The augurer bellows.
Still attacking Reynir,
In his frenzied throes.

Can't they just speak?
He has no such regard.
Onni's fury at its peak,
As he slams Reynir hard.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #902 on: October 04, 2017, 09:00:40 PM »
Pg 795

Relief, Now Grief

Reynir braces
For the next impact.
Melancholy replaces
His anger in fact.

His grip released,
Onni turns away.
Grieving the deceased,
Anything more to say?
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #903 on: October 05, 2017, 11:43:33 PM »
Pg 796

First Peeved, Bereaved, Don't Care, You Now Can Leave

What does he want with the man gripped by pain?
His unwelcome face has come once again.
Cat and the cleanser, they've lost contact with.
Why did she die, when this fool gets to live?

For what it's worth, Reynir's sorry - too late.
Washing his hands, he cares not for their fate.
"You can leave now...", turning, walking, grief wracked.
Saying lonely Onni: "...and don't come back."
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #904 on: October 09, 2017, 09:32:33 AM »
Pg 797

Talking's Hard, His Way Barred

The rookie dream speller
Tries one final plead.
Reynir plays counsellor
But Onni pays him no heed.

Does he have anyone else?
Perhaps he just needs to talk.
Onni excuses himself
Eyeing Reynir as he squawks.

Upwards go the dividers,
There's no way to squeeze.
Now no way inside there,
His way blocked by trees...
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #905 on: October 10, 2017, 01:45:17 AM »
Pg 798

Failed Locator, Try Again Later

That was an end dead,
A talk unproductive.
Turning back, Reynir treads
On a path self-reflective.

Wondering in his mind,
After this exchange,
How can the mage find
The pair lost and estranged?

In Lalli's safe space breaking,
With a cursory scan.
He must still be waking,
Not a sign of the man.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #906 on: October 11, 2017, 10:46:27 PM »
Pg 799

Reynir Slinks, Feline Sinks

The Icelandic tromps
Without aim or purpose.
But the feline is swamped,
Beneath the water's surface.

Unresponsive, unthinking,
Unconsciously submiss.
And sinking, ever sinking,
Into the endless abyss...

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The bad times, they just keep a-coming.
Into darkness, soundless, mind-numbing.
Plummet deeper, dream waves entangled.
Sinking, spark of life ever strangled.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #907 on: October 13, 2017, 03:30:50 AM »
Pg 800

Back Fire (based on Cold Fire by Rush)

It was long after daylight
When we got ambushed by following slugs
I know for sure that words are worthless
I pushed my limits too far

He said to help him, so I exploded
I don't understand what happened
And when the giant tried to eat me
You know the impact was too hard

I would be drowned
If I didn't splash so hard
I would be drowned
If I sank on down

It was just after it went down
When we started drifting on broken ice floes
I just had to paddle harder
And we finally found land

I hope in the morning he'll be conscious
I don't understand the magic stuff
I'll just wait until the morning
This is so terrible man

Don't go too far
The pursuing waves of the many deceased
Magic back fire
Don't cross the line
The pattern of firelight on the air that was torn
Magic back fire
Don't let me down
The pain in the heart of the mage in the sea
Magic back fire
Don't break the spell
The book that was closed as she couldn't be mourned
Magic back fire

I would be drowned
If I didn't splash so hard
I would be drowned
If I sank on down

I would be drowned
If I didn't splash so hard
I would be drowned
If I sank on down

Don't go too far
The pursuing waves of the many deceased
Magic back fire
Don't cross the line
The pattern of firelight on the air that was torn
Magic back fire
Don't let me down
The pain in the heart of the mage in the sea
Magic back fire
Don't break the spell
The book that was closed as she couldn't be mourned
Magic back fire

I would be drowned
If I didn't splash so hard
I would be drowned
If I sank on down

I would be drowned
If I didn't splash so hard
I would be drowned
If I sank on down

In my mind it's temperamental
It could make for a long return

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Cold Wash Respond, In Lily Pond

With the sound of a splash,
In the cold waking wash.
Aware in a flash,
Swim after the slosh.

Going up for air, is
It air that he's breathing?
No contemporaries
In the dream interleaving.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #908 on: October 16, 2017, 10:24:12 PM »
Pg 801

Eyes Do Discern, Jack-O'-Lantern

Looking left to right,
Turning head right to left.
Scanning with his feline sight,
But of company bereft.

Target the cat's eyes,
From the lily pond.
Light of weird shape and size,
In the haze just beyond.

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Pg 802

Can Has A Ford, To Be Explored

A direction obtained,
He paddles towards.
Expanding his sight's domain,
As the water he fords.

The ellipse becomes square,
Picture becoming whole.
Dare he enter there?
A doorway to the soul.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #909 on: October 19, 2017, 03:43:50 AM »
Pg 803

Lickety-Split, Behind Cabinet

Step on the rug,
In the corridor,
The water to shrug,
Onto the floor.

Hearing conversation,
Muffled, distant.
Avoid confrontation,
Contact-resistant...

Not a speech lover,
For even a minute.
Ducking for cover,
Behind the cabinet.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #910 on: October 19, 2017, 10:05:02 PM »
Pg 804

Ready To Feed, Dream Of The Swede

But from the fore,
Familiar-sounding speech.
His head slowly explores,
Round the corner does reach.

His eyes do espy so,
Recognisable indeed.
This dream does show,
It's the fire-brand Swede!
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #911 on: October 22, 2017, 10:40:03 PM »
Pg 805

For Goodness Sake, Where's My Cake?

As the Swedish brat
Stares at the upcoming meal,
No father there sat,
But only outrage he feels.

The boy Emil is cross,
Snapping curtly back.
Not at parental loss,
But at the cake's lack.

He was supposed to
Have one for dessert.
His upbringing exposed,
Privileged butt-hurt.

Not that one, nay,
The other one instead.
Multiple cakes a day,
What a life to have led.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #912 on: October 23, 2017, 10:32:31 PM »
Pg 806

Watch Food Disappear, How Is He Here?

Remember to place the
Dishes into the washbowl.
Get off Emil's case, he
Wants to fill his cake-hole.

Like in a feeding frenzy,
He impatiently screams.
Emil chose this to be
His living lucid dream.

Rubbing hands with glee,
He digs in to his meat.
Out of his eye sees Lalli,
With only questions to greet.

What happened to you?
And how are you here?
Nothing. Don't have a clue.
At least the words reached his ear...
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #913 on: October 26, 2017, 10:11:01 AM »
Pg 807

He's Asleep, Company Can He Keep

You're dreaming right now,
Don't start being weird.
Emil remembers, but somehow,
Things aren't fully clear.

He partially recalls,
He was standing guard.
But asleep did he fall,
In here a ball of lard.

His nanny becomes
Aware of his friend.
A childish in tantrum,
He'll stay till the end!

A bed Lalli makes there,
Laying down in the fluff.
Why does Emil have a caretaker?
The Swede's old enough!
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #914 on: October 27, 2017, 02:03:18 AM »
Pg 808

Cake Medium, Break Tedium

Staying for a stretch,
At least, is Lalli.
Until he can be fetched
To where he's meant to be.

Would you like cake?
The answer comes - no.
Although he partakes,
Even if he doesn't say so.

Emil doesn't mind,
The cat inside his dream.
The tedium he's confined
Is now different, it seems...
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