Poetry collection

[corncobman]

Pg 668

Redhead Downbeat, Many, Many Sheets

It will take ages,
Won't be done quick.
Take it in stages,
And it will just click.

Emil wants to exit,
Not his expertise.
Here he doesn't fit.
Just fire puts him at ease.

Reynir has the sads,
Head resting on hand.
The Icelandic lad's
Skills soon in demand.

Lalli slams with a rage,
Giving Reynir a fright.
Stacked page upon page,
And a pen with which to write...

[corncobman]

Pg 669

Runes That Won't Burn, Now It's Your Turn

One of the pages,
There are pictographs.
A magical aegis,
Crossed out, the last half.

So he wants no flames?
But he only gazes.
Reynir'll try the same,
But without the blazes.

Emil's rounds are done,
Now he has to babysit.
Absolutely no fun,
Sigrun's calling it quits.

Her turn to patrol,
Boredom won't get her.
Reversing their roles,
It's got to be better.

[corncobman]

Pg 670

Have Fun, Legs Of Someone

Off goes Sigrun,
Palming off to Emil.
Good luck, have fun,
The leader has no chill.

Reynir making runes various,
Lalli collects one of them.
Of magic, Emil is curious,
But language still a problem.

He doesn't know the questions,
And answers won't understand.
Giving after this confession
A sympathetic patting hand.

Off into the distance,
A pair of legs goes.
Chasing the dark existence,
Armed with dubious runos...

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Pg 671

Testing The Runos, Lurking Shadows

Pages in the scout's clutches,
To the ruin, a migration.
Unknown, very much is,
Reynir's sketching inspiration.

The doorway, peering through.
Looking for his objective.
The horse spirit and retinue,
Wanting rid of the collective.

Alone, Lalli abstracted,
Searching for the unpleasants.
To life the shadows attracted,
Making known their presence.

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Pg 672

Which One Is Best? Reynir's Written Test

On the shadow's edge,
Stands a man facing shades.
Completed pages fetched,
Soon giving Reynir his grades.

In the centre, a form grey,
Darkness from the eye bleeds.
Trapped by light rays,
Lalli has all the time he needs.

A rune stack to refer,
Testing them the objective.
Methinks one in particular,
Won't be so effective...

Some doodlings very random,
Weird shapes, one stickman-ish.
Plenty of light to test them,
Will the ghosts be banished?

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Pg 673

An Effective Ward? Reynir A Wizard?

Only one rune noted,
Reynir perfected.
Others demoted,
Discarded, rejected.

At the door of the hut,
His page waving.
Its effects clear cut,
Spirits so far behaving.

Leading with the sheet,
The cat scout entered.
Forcing ghosts to retreat,
Convincingly deterred.

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Pg 674

Ghosts Now Compliant, Make The Sign Giant

Sign of positivity,
This paper stylised.
Seeing inactivity,
The ghost paralysed?

Successfully tasked,
This rune making trial.
Normally stone-masked,
Now making a smile.

Making his return,
In his head a notion.
A good rune discerned,
Draw on their locomotion.

A sign for ghosts to fear,
Now fully displayed.
This ward drawn on the rear,
With the help of the Braid.

[corncobman]

Pg 675

Ghost Not Done, Threats Begun

Night and day,
Keeping vigil,
By and away,
Protecting sigil.

Ever taunting,
Ever mocking,
Ever haunting,
Threat most shocking.

Out of reach,
Yet within eyeshot,
Phantom's speech,
Inside their thoughts.

Ever at bay,
Yet ever near,
Ever this fey,
Will gibe and sneer.

[corncobman]

Pg 676

Threat Undying, Dissent Underlying...

Many as one choir,
Threats in broadcasting.
They will never tire,
In pursuit everlasting.

Nowhere to hide or go,
No escape or concealing.
This all powerful foe,
A legion unfeeling.

This form containing,
A multitude of sins.
Like evil sustaining,
By souls trapped within.

In declarative cries,
Everyone will be captured.
But dissenting belies,
Consciousness fractured.

Not all in consistence,
Their words testimony.
Like cries for assistance,
A painful cacophony.

[corncobman]

Pg 677

Voices Rude, Left To Brood

Saying "I'll be waiting."
For worry to ferment.
The voices abating,
With a reminder constant.

Lalli left to ponder,
At the creature's cries.
Nothing stronger than bonds,
Their Finn family ties.

After the mental buzzing,
Intending to terrorise.
Tuuri calls at her cousin.
"Yeah, I'm here." He replies.

Also Reynir muses,
At his troubled lot.
But here, he has his uses,
Return home, he cannot.

After the contemplation,
After much grievance.
Again, the hallucination,
Another dream sequence...

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All I Have To Do Is Dream by the Everly Brothers (with a few changes)

Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream
Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream

To keep us all safe from harm
Can I learn the magic charms
Whatever does ensue, all I have to do is

Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream

When I feel blue in the night
And I need the guiding light
Whenever my path skews, all I have to do is

Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam

Help us otherwise, they'll cause our demise
All the time, night or day
Scary horsey is, voices
Be drainin' my life away

I need you so that they can die
You said that you'd be their guide
Lady Pastor I need you, what I need to do is

Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream

Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam

Help us and advise, my mind is terrorised
All the time night or day
Scary horsey is, voices
Be drainin' my life away

You'll be hearing the screams and sighs
It'll end soon and a break is nigh
Another chapter through, another one due so

Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream

Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream

Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream

[corncobman]

Pg 678

In The Doorway, Missing Pastor A

Reynir's gone back to find,
The dreamland connection.
Going out of his mind,
And he needs some direction.

He really needs guidance,
From the spiritual sister.
There is only silence,
Not even a whisper...

But no pastor visible,
Neither shadow nor hair.
At this moment critical,
Why isn't she there?

[corncobman]

Pg 679

What Now, Owl On A Bough

Icelandic chappie,
On a long lonely trot.
He's looking unhappy,
His dream all for naught.

Looking through the nether,
For any sign of her...
Only a friend with feather,
Near the ghost whisperer.

Reynir left in the lurch
Why so, does he suppose?
On a branchlet perched,
Tattered owl with eyes closed...

[corncobman]

Pg 680

Misconstruing. What Are You Doing?!

So Reynir strides,
To the owl, on over.
Looking one-eyed,
To the red-headed rover.

Hey little friend,
Giving a scritch.
This action offends,
A fit the owl pitched.

Take off your hands,
He came on too strong.
Turns out its human,
Was inside all along.

[corncobman]

Pg 681

Can't Be Frank, Face Is A Blank

Don't go to his dream,
Told him so, didn't he?
To Reynir, it seems,
Not so, specifically...

Why in that shape shown?
Onni needs recovery and rest.
If he were left alone,
He'd be recuperating best.

So Reynir will leave gladly,
But a question is asked.
How are Tuuri and Lalli?
He puts on his poker mask.

He says that they're fine,
After some hesitation.
His expression ingenuine.
Will he ask for confirmation?

[corncobman]

Pg 682

Hesitation, Misrepresentation

"You hesitated,
What are you hiding?"
Onni agitated,
And giving a chiding.

Seeing through the guise,
Onni demands "Tell me!"
"It's just," Reynir replies,
"Sigrun's arm was hurt badly."

So preventing hereby
An explosion astronomical.
Not quite a lie, but,
Being truth economical.

"Which one is she?"
"The captain." A lady tall.
Will her injury be
A liability to them all?

"She should be okay."
But he's not really sure.
She better be that way,
To keep them safe and secure.

A calmer atmosphere,
Now that he's placated.
Why did Reynir come here?
It must have been fated...

[Miriam]

Corncobman, your poems are so nice! It's astonishing how you can come up with a new, fitting one with every single page.

[wavewright62]

Corncobman, your poems are so nice! It's astonishing how you can come up with a new, fitting one with every single page.

Hear, hear.  You are not working in a vacuum.