Poetry collection

[MegaJar]

Whoops! Forgot to post this here.

(Page 898)

Darkness falls across the land.
The chapter break is close at hand.
And Minnions crawl in search of pics
To satisfy their Minna fix.

And whosoever shall be dead
Without new content to be read,
Can go check out A Redtail's Dream,
And thus forestall their boredom screams.

The foulest stench is on the way,
The funk of fourteen dreary days.
The grisly ghouls and cutie cats
Will have to wait, and that is that.

And though we fight to stay alive,
I think the fates must hate us.
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of.......hiatus!!!

[Róisín]

Laughing very hard at this! Excellently funny poem! And so true.

[LooNEY_DAC]

Here's some stuff I did for Minutia_R's 2018 Multifandom Poetry Fest.

[corncobman]

Pg 899

Staring Stones Surround, Beast Boulders Inbound

Sideways Swede, spirits surrounded,
Hibernation halted, heed his horrors hounded.
Multiple modified monsters mountainous,
Currently causing concerned countenance.

By basaltic beast boulders beleaguered,
Focusing festering foul faces feature.
Pretty-boy pyro, perilously placed.
Stared-at so severely, soul-less, stone-faced.

Mutations multiply, making moves, men to munch.
Beat-it before both buddies become bloody brunch.
Transform-ed terrors triangulating, tightening.
Loiter less, leg-it, let's leave like lightning!

[corncobman]

Pg 900

Reaching The Fence, Let Waiting Commence

Grabbing the fence,
"Finally here." she sighs.
Awaiting the boat hence,
It's enough exercise!

Relieved are they each,
Too tired to even think.
Their pick-up point reached,
Past the fences chain-linked.

[corncobman]

Pg 901

Opening The Fence Parts, Lighting A Hearth

Entering the sea fort,
Through the fence clipped rift.
Pushing barrow hard to port,
Reynir struggling to shift.

Moving in slow motion,
Them making the weed push is cruel.
Holding the opening,
The farmer medic with his tools.

Surroundings kitty-cat a-combs,
It's all-clear, apparently.
Making themselves right at home,
Smoke exits from the chimney.

[corncobman]

Pg 902

Tired Muscles, Grub To Rustle

Up go coats and gloves.
Down go the boots.
Kitty on the bunk above,
In her manner of snoots.

Stretching the kinks,
Diving onto the mattress.
Now to catch forty winks,
In their holding status.

She's lying haphazardly
For some hard-earn-ed rest.
Already shattered is
Dear captain most best.

Hanging on the line,
Outfits freshly scrubbed.
By their powers combined,
They'll conjure up some grub.

[corncobman]

Pg 903

Decade Out Of Date, This Reynir Doesn't Hate

The reclamation troops,
They were kind enough.
For the returning group,
To leave surplus stuff.

Some canned goods, all fishy,
A good decade old whence.
After what Mikkel's dished,
He's glad of it, no offense.

Kitty cares not of the whiff,
She'll eat fish old or new.
Before asleep Sigrun drifts,
She has to eat something too.

[corncobman]

Pg 904

Can't Help Thinking, Takes A While To Sink In

Without nutrition,
Her body can't heal good.
Before she assumes the position
First Sigrun must eat food.

"Food first," Mikkel says,
Only then she can rest.
She stares at it edgeways,
Then she puts it on her chest.

About the two little guys,
She has trouble dealing.
Left the pair behind,
Still out there, a sinking feeling.

[Noxyoursox]

Across the Water

Tuuri, Onni's sister,
cheerful friend,
bravely ventured past
her village walls and sailed
across the water

Tuuri, Lalli's cousin,
mask-protected,
as he navigated city-bones
she found a path
through foreign words and ways

Tuuri, wander-longing,
catbus driver,
healed its wounded belly
and urged it on
til it collapsed in flames

Tuuri, doomed by troll-kiss,
feline-shunned,
turned from voices urging
faced ocean's edge and flew
across the water

[corncobman]

Pg 905

Crushed, Eaten, Lost At Sea, Mind And Heart Disagree

Does Sigrun think she mistook
The fate of the absentees?
The way the scene looked,
Eaten, crushed, drowned or all three.

Her mind says they're gone,
Her logic surely didn't lie.
But she feels like she's wrong,
Hand on her heart, inside.

The feeling she can't rid,
But maybe with time, it will fade.
Sighs, the Icelandic kid,
Something heavy on him weighed.

[corncobman]

Pg 906

Dream Space Without Missing Scout

Of the two, Reynir has thoughts,
They're on all of their minds.
Every night his dream-space sought,
But no cat-mage does he find.

He's been gone ever since!
Missing outside of his scope.
It means he's gone gone, does this?
He doesn't want to give up hope.

[corncobman]

Pg 907

Burning Desire, However, Now Tired.

Emil is the bomb,
Sparking, igniting.
Throwing flames with aplomb,
Explosive in lighting.

Enemies blown apart,
Combustion is his foil.
Pumping veins, a burning heart,
Incandescent, his blood boils.

Hell-fire he arouses,
Monsters become ashen.
Never will be dous-ed,
His burning passions.

In sparkling fashion,
With red-hot fervour,
Conflagrating, flashing,
Incensed justice server.

Volatile, fuming,
Blistering a swathe.
Charges, booming,
Incineration bathed.

Heat he doth stoke,
In this rage allegory.
Will he get smoked,
In a blaze of glory?

Each beast feels his wrath,
With his incineration.
There blazing a path,
Enkindling the nation.

Like an inferno crazed,
Oxidising with flare.
Radiating, laying waste,
Every creature beware!

Always passing the torch,
Charring and cauterising.
Sear, scald, smoulder and scorch,
Exciting, energising...

A pyromaniac legit
In his cooking binge.
Since he became lit,
Nothing will be unsinged...

...But right now he's havin' a rest.

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Tingling Sensation
(based on Single Handed Sailor by Dire Straits)

Two lost for mourning, make for town
From killer trolls away in the night
The little guys were eaten, lost or drowned
Went missing in the currents, out of sight

Yeah, the pair must have slipped, just went down the drain
Was a crazy judgement failed
Now sighing there, they're on the brain
But the feeling inside prevails

A brother and the kitty, we've acknowledged
Done for, in the ocean graves
You never wanna fight against the midnight hour
Nobody rules the wraiths

Yeah and through the night, thoughts are of the pair a-straying
Drowned or torn apart
Tingling sensation is prevailing
A feeling that stays in the heart

Make no mistake, they can't have survived
The scene in her mind of minds
Two long gone when they went for a dive
And we left them both behind

We're gonna sail away without them
Away from this cursed land
But she just can't stop this feeling lingering
With her heart under her hand

Through the night when thoughts are of two straylings
Drowned and food for sharks
Tingling sensation is prevailing
A feeling that stays in the heart

[corncobman]

Pg 908

Not Within Today, Nowhere Near Are They?

Down the Swede plops,
His fallen friend beside.
Conversing now that he flopped,
With the head-voice inside.

"Are we almost there?"
The inner voice inquires.
The Finn's impatience bared,
Much slower than desired.

There they'll soon be,
Relatively, in a sense.
"Today?" he asks, curtly,
With no sympathy dispensed.

Emil's feet are in pain,
So he doesn't think so.
If they don't catch up again,
Lalli will tell him where to go...

[corncobman]

Pg 909

Again Man-hauls, Hunger Calls

Lalli there worries,
That his body will waste.
If they don't hurry,
He might deteriorate.

Emil won't let that be,
To go there in good shape.
Getting to the end with he,
They'll get out of this scrape!

No frostbite on his toes,
Or on any fingers as well.
When they arrive, the Dane'll know
Exactly how to help.

So they're done sitting around.
The trek must be renewed.
As he man-hauls there's a sound.
A voice calls out "FOOD?"