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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1140 on: February 13, 2019, 09:04:01 AM »
Pg 54

Reynir Just Stop, Kitty Collar Popped

Reynir says like a nonce,
"Feels weird being the only guys."
"I'm a woman" is the response.
The Icelander now wants to die.

She just looked like an old man
As he digs deeper his grave.
In a very short time span,
First impressions waived.

A month later the trained
Kitty, face full of food.
Now a collar she's obtained,
Purring, most best mood.

She was already adept at
Detecting by sound and scent.
Now training prepped, so
Casualties they can prevent.

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Pg 55

Not Into Farm Magic, No Option, So Tragic

To properly inform,
No more hissing scenes.
She'll want treats a storm,
They couldn't properly wean.

Meanwhile the lectures,
Are nearly over for him,
Reynir asks the director,
On one of his many whims.

Where can he enrol?
A proper course he seeks.
The shepherd mage's goal,
The Norwegian forces, so to speak.

Won't be opportunity,
Not an option for the guy.
They require immunity,
For that path, few qualify.

His plans seemingly crushed,
No going to fight beasts.
For farm magic as such.
He'll be appreciated at least.
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A man left his Icelandic home
Escaped to Denmark to freely roam
With hair braided red
He got hit on the head
With a crate lid slammed onto his dome

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1141 on: February 14, 2019, 06:09:49 PM »
Sonnet for Her Children*
Adventure II, Page 56

It's one by one by one my children go.
Each has a different reason why they flee.
One gave the crew his word some time ago;
The others always have someplace to be.

I hug each one good-bye and softly sing,
And watch their backs retreating from my view.
They are my world, they are my everything;
I'll miss them, though I'm proud of what they do.

One daughter stays behind, it's true, but yet--
For just how long, there is no guarantee.
They fly the coop so often, I would bet
She'll stay a week at least, and at most, three.

At least my darling Rey will never leave!
For his bright eyes I'll never have to grieve.**

~~~~~

*In which Nellie, the teenager, tries to write a sonnet from the point of view of a mother. Gods, I hope I didn't mess this up horribly.

**to which Reynir replied: "AaaghHH"
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1142 on: February 14, 2019, 09:20:50 PM »
Pg 56

Needed Is The Nurse, Here For Better Or Worse

Bye, children of hers
Daughter, son gigantic.
Needed are nurses
And too mechanics.

Down a book is set,
In a mood sullenly.
Lest Reynir forget,
Always there, he'll be.

But what is this?
An unexpected sight.
Not leaving, this sis?
"Nah." she says, mood bright.
A man left his Icelandic home
Escaped to Denmark to freely roam
With hair braided red
He got hit on the head
With a crate lid slammed onto his dome

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1143 on: February 14, 2019, 09:43:34 PM »
Pg 57

She Quit, You Twit

Her job lost, did she?
She says "No you dunce!"
She resigned, you see,
So she could return at once.

She wished to settle down,
Where her heart belongs.
Her love can be found,
With horse on the lawn.

Reynir's mother, he guesses,
Won't need him that much.
Realising, processing,
A glimmer of hope touched.

Taru, refused by the medic,
Maybe recruit Onni too.
But reveals Mikkel, the stoic,
That he's not gone to Keuruu.
A man left his Icelandic home
Escaped to Denmark to freely roam
With hair braided red
He got hit on the head
With a crate lid slammed onto his dome

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1144 on: February 17, 2019, 02:03:27 PM »
HOLY LALLI, ADGE! This is most best! Good for you! I'm overusing exclamation points! Because I am excited!

And, since it's the rules to post poems in all posts on this thread, and you deserve a sonnet anyway, here you go:

Now I'm blushing! Laus laudandae laus vera!

But since you ask:

Day 3
Bornholm ferry, bearing skiver
Cat-friend Michael careless of duty
For his cat's solace, secretly casts
To his sister's farm, a safe foldstead.
Baulks with his phone his boss's anger
Till the news builds of borders closed
Of voyages blocked and diverted boats
To cheat the rage of the rash sickness.
Michael, panicking, pounds the table
But rues anger when wrath's demands
Are mocked to his face by ferry servant
Signe, sarcastic café assistant.
But his tears soften Signe's taunting
Magnus his cat cosies her harshness
Till Michael and Signe, Madsen-Sørenson
Face joblessness, joining together
Their future selves to farm on Bornholm.

Day 5
Isle-clad Mikkeli, maze-water Saimaa,
In the wet city where sickness creeps
Waitress Ainu and unworking Kainu,
Tight-knit sisters, from contagion masked,
Meet in the drizzle and drive their car
To Lumilintu, at the lake-staithe,
The wave-caressed water-traveller
That anxious brother Eino uses
In pleasure time to explore the lakes.
Painter Eino, anxious brother
Hotakainen; hoarder, fearful
Tuuli his soulmate, and son Veeti
Welcome the sisters, as seasick again,
Ainu's husband, hopeless Saku,
Loses his dinner-meat over launch's side.
Veeti, youngling, is veiled from truth
But playing games gazes on news
Of the death-roster of the rash sickness.
Pregnant Ainu, problems seeing
Of labour harmed by delayed help
As hospitals reel when the rash spreads,
Casts a tantrum calmed by Tuuli.
Only the cat, cautious, hungry,
Misu-misu, moggy-guardian,
Keeps dignity as a cat should.

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1145 on: February 17, 2019, 02:12:43 PM »
And this finishes the Year 0 prologues.

It's your own fault: you asked me to share them. ;D

Day 9

Snaking hill roads, snowbound, lonely;
Västerström kin their vehicle fuel
Where dumped papers deal the tidings
Of the doom sickness, death world-spreading
To Stig, husband, stern about money.
Yet it reaches not Ulrika, wife,
Their bairn Mia and Bosse, dog,
Huddling cosy in their car boot.
Ulf and Elvira, awful gamblers,
Childish parents, choke conversation
With stupid demands till Stig, boiling,
Threatens to stop, throw them snow-wards
And leave them to walk to the lonely cabin
Where the Västerströms, avoiding the rash,
Are planning to share a short holiday
Till sickness ends and all is normal.

Month 3
Sea-guards limit the Icelandic risk
Of the rash sickness. The seas they ward
With a strong hand and a strict rule.
Thor, wave-warden, thorough defender,
Sails the boatroads with sight unbleared.
Árni Reynisson, unready guard,
Sees on the radar a restless blip
That signifies a sea wanderer,
Little, unarmoured, looking for haven.
Thor signals the sloop, Icelandic to know
But the only answer's an outlander wave
So Thor hammers the hapless boat,
Her guns shatter the gulls’ companion,
By death destroys the death sickness.
But Reynir's son dissents the ravage,
Nightmare his days, his nights haunted
By unsated slaughter, the sinless blood
Staining the sea. Stay he can not.
He quits, accepts his quarantine
And vows to forget, to garth his sheep,
With all Icelanders the lore to erase
Of the centuries past, of the silent world,
That one far day all will be well again.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1146 on: February 17, 2019, 09:48:16 PM »
Pg 58

Need The Braid Bloke, Give Him A Poke

Can't follow conversation,
Words are picked out.
What's the situation?
Taru has her doubts.

Cryptically masked,
Speech Icelandic obscured.
"Where's Onni?" he asks,
The lady's not sure.

There is no rationale,
For Onni to go there.
Get help Lalli shall,
From the dork with long hair.

To the doofus red-head,
Wierd, dumb shepherd guy.
Catching some zeds?
Poke 'im inna eye!
A man left his Icelandic home
Escaped to Denmark to freely roam
With hair braided red
He got hit on the head
With a crate lid slammed onto his dome

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1147 on: February 18, 2019, 11:36:47 PM »
Pg 59

Signing And Mime, Divining Dream Time

Lalli gestures sternly,
Pointing to his own face.
Then pokes him firmly,
To get his kinsman's trace.

He says "I got it, okay!"
He understands somewhat.
A visit Reynir'll pay,
When all eyes are shut.

Dreamland water lilies,
On the wet rock stands he.
Patiently until he
Can find Onni's locality.

To the man awaiting,
A call out: "Hello!"
On the water skating,
The Icelander and doggo.
A man left his Icelandic home
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With a crate lid slammed onto his dome

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1148 on: February 20, 2019, 08:18:14 PM »
Sonnet for the Man With the Horse
Adventure II, Page 57

I’ve travelled far and wide, and I have seen
A thousand things along the paths I roam.
Still, not a single place that I have been
Can quite compare to my own quiet home.

And just the other day, I saw a sight
Sufficient for to make me stay for good.
A gorgeous farming man with smile bright
Stood out my window; once I thought none should

Be on my mind, but here he is, and I
Am rather taken by his courting arts.
A bunch of flowers held he—and I sigh
When thinking of his horse bedecked with hearts.

So now I’ll settle where my heart belongs;
It’s for this fellow that my nature longs.

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Sonnet for Onni
Adventure II, Page 58

I hear them speaking words I do not know—
Except a few, which fill me with despair.
“Saimaa,” they say; oh Onni, where’d you go?
I thought to Keuruu; seems you are not there.

I think, you fool, you fail to understand
That you’re the one relation left to me.
It’s desolation for yourself you’ve planned
So like your sister, fleeing to the sea.

I need assistance, though I’m loath to ask
From any quarter—least of all from him
Whose bedside I now walk to give a task,
To help me solve this situation grim.

So wake, O stupid braid-head, you must dream,
And find my cousin, ask him of his means.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sonnet for Understanding
Adventure II, Page 59

A rude awakening you gave to me,
An anxious finger poked into my eye.
Now once again you prod ferociously,
And gesture to your head as well as mine.

Such cruel and violent customs I don’t need
To see the purpose that you would convey;
If I could speak your language, I would plead
For you to figure out some other way

To simply tell me, “meet me in our dreams!”
The message isn’t harsh or hard to send.
When darkness falls and moon, not sunlight, beams
I’ll meet you in the hopes this treatment ends.

And maybe it won’t be so bad to walk
Across the lake; perhaps as friends we’ll talk.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sonnet for a Morally Ambiguous Dog
Adventure II, Page 60

The red-haired mage expressed apologies:
His dog had followed him across the lake.
"He really likes to come along with me,"
And thus, this journey too he'd dared to take.

The Finnish mage frowned like a thundercloud:
Intruders were unwelcome in this place.
"Bad dog," said he; the beast was not allowed
To travel deeper still into his space.

The dog, with smile bright and tongue of pink,
And eyes scrunched up with innocence and joy,
Had no regard for what the mage might think:
"Good dog," said he, and irkèd more the boy.

Determined was he not to be shut out--
But was he good or bad? There lies the doubt.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1149 on: February 21, 2019, 05:47:32 AM »
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Bad Puppy To Cat, Where Is Onni At?

Sorry, the dog really likes going with Reynir.
"Bad dog." says Lalli. "Good dog!" - pupper, with cheer.
Anathema of cat-kind, with this weird canine faced.
The doggo doesn't mind, takes no notice of his distaste.
Did he talk with Onni, before the older mage left?
A little did the scrawny lad, senses bereft.
Did Onni take pains to say where he'd stroll?
"Mmm..." Reynir racks his brains, trying to recall.
A man left his Icelandic home
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With hair braided red
He got hit on the head
With a crate lid slammed onto his dome

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1150 on: February 22, 2019, 05:08:36 AM »
Pg 61

Want Clarity? Just Follow Me

The place aforementioned
Had an 's' in it?
Something amiss Lalli senses
Now wait just a minute!

He says "He lied to me."
Don't take it to heart.
Sparing his feelings maybe,
So he can just disregard.

Sometimes a truth economical guy,
But lying wasn't on the cards.
The elder mage never lies,
He picked a good time to start...

Does he want to get peace of mind,
Together with the berk?
Alright, with their forces combined,
That direction there might work...
A man left his Icelandic home
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With hair braided red
He got hit on the head
With a crate lid slammed onto his dome

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1151 on: February 22, 2019, 12:54:56 PM »
Sonnet for a Lie
Adventure II, Page 61

A bitter thing's an unexpected lie--
Unseen, unthought, unheard of up to now--
A thousand feelings for my focus vie,
A seething coil pressing on my brow.

There is no comfort for a thing like this;
No words, so frail like paper, can console
My writhing thoughts, and on confusion's kiss
I press into the walls, out of control.

Not quite. But still, a cruel thing has been wrought
When one I knew as honest speaks untrue.
My anger fades to worry. Lies are fraught
With danger; what is happening to you?

My mind's sharp battle breathes its final sigh;
But bitter is an unexpected lie.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1152 on: February 25, 2019, 02:58:36 AM »
Pg 62

Lack of Intelligence? No Immune Inheritance

"It's definitely", he says,
"In this direction."
But it's too far away.
In his introspection.

They should've reached by now,
Is it that he's far in reality?
Lalli's not an expert meow,
Reynir went to school, didn't he?

They didn't teach cool stuff,
For advance courses, didn't qualify.
Was he not intelligent enough?
He's not immune, that's why!
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With hair braided red
He got hit on the head
With a crate lid slammed onto his dome

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1153 on: February 25, 2019, 08:00:46 PM »
Sonnet for Immunity
Adventure II, Page 62

Immunity, my dear, wish thou were mine!
It's you I think of, even in my dreams.*
If I could have you--ah, that would be fine;
And, travelling, I'd no more fear for screams.

If you belonged to me, I would be saved
From cruel assumptions whispered in my ear;
Some say I'm not so clever, but I braved
Great danger, and survived: that's why I'm here!

It surely must have taken smarts to live
When trolls and danger clawed right at my back!
But O, Immunity, if you would give
Your hand, it would not matter if I lacked

Intelligence; with just you by my side
We could succeed at anything we tried!

*Oh my gods this must be the third time in a ROW I've used this word in a sonnet.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1154 on: February 25, 2019, 08:01:15 PM »
Sonnet for Minna
Adventure II, Page 63

It hardly would be right to write these lines
Without some tribute to that artful one
Who gives us, without fail, the work divine
That draws us in, like planets round a sun.

O Minna, may I speak with courtesy
Of all the talent that you kindly share
With Minnions, who want nothing more to see
Than your great epic, crafted with such care.

Each stroke constructs the forms of such a world
As is alive with color--danger too;
Like watercolors 'cross the page are furled
The stories and the lives that stem from you.

I think I speak for all here when I deem
Our gratitude to you is vast as dreams.
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