Poetry collection

[corncobman]

Pg 181

Aicraft Apart, Cars Bent, From The Start To The End

Stopping and starting,
As long as it takes.
Their journey charting,
Camping their breaks.

Following the twine,
Still it zig-zags.
With acorns lined
As some kind of flag.

Among trees, in their path,
Large remnants regarded.
Wreckage of an aircraft,
And vehicle carcasses.

Ever onward, follow through,
By the trail unguarded.
To the end they must pursue,
Now that they've started.

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Pg 182

Flesh And Metal Stick, To Make You Go 'Ick'

Single file, single mind,
To the path they're stickin'.
The cat looks behind,
At the wreckage stricken.

Vehicle chassis lined with
Something crimson and slick.
Flesh and metal combined,
The sights make you sick.

Of the dangers reminded,
This ain't a garden picnic.
There crossroads they find,
Which direction do they pick?

[Keep Looking]

Adventure 2, Page 181

Once, I ruled the sky with shining wings
Through clouds bright white, o’er sea and birds that sing
Now, I lie abandoned in the grass
My hull corrodes in e’er increasing rings

Trav’lers passing, mark me as you go
I’ve lain here long, through sun and storm and snow
Skies above, a distant memory
Long lost with plague and time’s unceasing flow

[Keep Looking]

Adventure 2, Page 182

I kept my eyes upon the road ahead
I fled the city full of plague and death
My shoulder itched, I gripped the wheel instead
I drove past trees that cleared my every breath

The itch means nothing.
The itch could be anything.

I felt a creeping soreness in my chest
I watched my petrol slowly running low
My breathing harsh, I pulled aside to rest
I felt my rib cage strain with every blow

This pain means nothing.
This pain could be anything.

I heard the voices calling in my head
I tried to push them back, to let them go
My eyes remained trained on the road ahead
I strained, but they would never let me go

These voices mean nothing.
These voices could be anything.

I felt my rib cage slowly crack, expand
I heard my breath grow ragged, ever slow
My life was pain, my hands began to shake
I could not think, the voices whispered low

I’m turning into nothing.
I’m turning into anything.

I call you, save me, take the pain away
I beg you, share it, feel my pain as well
My eyes are dark, I hide from light of day
I only feel my pain, it grows and swells

I’m waiting here for nothing.
I’m waiting here for anything.

[corncobman]

Pg 183

Elementary, Barrier To Entry

They can follow the guidance
Of the decorated twine.
A clue it provides thus,
Of paths Onni declined.

These he did fence off
So from his observations,
The direction he went off
Must in the configuration.

But in his explanation,
He's interrupted by creaks.
Trolls hidden by transportation
Are waking up as he speaks.

More than they can chew,
It appears that they've bitten.
As jagged limbs stretch into view,
Fear in kitty's face is written.

[corncobman]

Pg 184

Crawling Chevrolet, Sigrun Knows A Way

Spring in to action,
Calling "Go go go!"
The thing is in traction,
It's really, really slow...

It creaks as it crawls,
Chasing far from speedily.
Don't even need to run at all,
They escape it easily.

However, Emil's sure
Eventually it'll catch.
The monster vehicular,
Will soon meet its match!

Sigrun knows of a way,
Dare the fleeing squad try it?
Which manner to slay,
Is the method well quiet?

[Keep Looking]

Adventure 2, Page 183

The crossroad stands, its pathways marred
With fallen tree and rusted car
Which way to go? The string will show
The road to follow, wand’ring far

But hurry now - a monster wakes
From lonely slumber, painful wait
Its car-shell cracks, it finds the track
So find your path, increase your gait

It’s time to flee - or stay and fight
But rifle-shot in forest might
A peril wake that few can take
The sharp-eared Surma, fast in flight

[Keep Looking]

Adventure 2, Page 184

Get up! Don’t pause! Just go, go, go!
The car-troll’s in pursuit
But lo! It goes a’creaking, slow
Perhaps we’ll follow suit

There’s no more need to run so fast
Its pace is like a snail
But its pursuit will surely last
Alas - it has our trail

So how to rid us of this troll?
Our Sigrun knows the way
If nothing’s done, we’ll pay the toll
So Sigrun, plan away!

[corncobman]

Pg 185

Quietly Can With A Cunning Plan

She put on her thinking cap,
So dig out the axe.
They'll prepare a trap,
To stop it in its tracks.

All quiet and neat,
In a clever stroke.
With sticks they'll defeat
This little slowpoke.

Luring the crawler
Through a narrow space.
"Comsie, comsie!" she hollers,
With a smile on her face.

Ever closer it edged,
It can no longer waddle.
Between two trees wedged,
Next the sticks horizontal.

The farmer with his might,
With an almighty THWAK!
It will be held tight,
With another stick in the back.

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Pg 186

Clamped Car, Anti-roll Bars

Cross poles duly set,
Now firmly pinned.
No longer a threat,
Creature encased in tin.

Appendages dangle,
Despite its efforts.
At a harmless angle
Is Robert Dead-Ford.

"Enjoy your new spot!"
She taunts on her conquest.
Great victory brought,
By the mistress most best.

With Trollvo immobilised,
And her triumphant whoop.
Walking away satisfied,
For near inexhaustible soup...

Woken up more than one,
Crawling on the horizon.
They thought they were done,
Coming without them realising.

[Keep Looking]

Adventure 2, Page 185

I see my prey between the trees
It’s calling out, it calls to me
I come! I drag my flesh and shell
In ever-bloody symphony

Feed me, share me, ease my pain
My blood has drenched this earth like rain
I see you there, you stand ahead
Don’t move, don’t leave, come back again

Between the trees I slowly crawl
I’m nearly there, not far at all
But lo! A thrust, a branch to block
My way, like some inpen’trable wall

Don’t leave me here, don’t make me stay!
My precious food, my fleeing prey
I need you, want you, call to you
I beg you, please, don’t go away

[corncobman]

Still page 186

Trollyota (based on Tom Sawyer by Rush)

A multi-leg crawler
Slow, slow stride
Today's Trollyota
Slow, slow ride

Poles to bind, its detriment
Don't use our bombs or armaments
Vehicle serves a giant's defence
Hiding out 'til food is sensed
It slithers

Taunt the thing about its gluttony
Taunt the thing in its entirety
Can't resist - keep it fixed
Trap with trickery - cross the sticks

Its urges, its urges
Dumb and blind it creeps
Comsie, as it's dead inside

Today's Trollyota
We just stuck on you
This place it remains
We just snuck on you

Sticks confined, impediment
In that spot, most excellent
All immobile, it's evident
Its new abode is now permanent
So painless

Taunt the thing about its gluttony
Taunt the thing in its entirety
Catch the witless - used our wits
Trapped in minutes - there it sits

Its urges, its urges
Dumb and blind it weeps
Zombie, as it's dead inside

Exit the warrior
Today's Trollyota
Say bye, bye to you
Stay here enemy okay
We get right on to
The candles of today

[corncobman]

Pg 187

Pleased As Punch, Coming Another Bunch

Another camp, another day.
Emil's none too thrilled.
Staring at the way,
Another animal was killed.

They'd really like to know
The reason for the lines nutty.
It's not the way he didn't go,
The motivation remains muddy.

It's obviously not the path,
Though he went there nonetheless.
So whatever reason he did have,
For this marking of progress?

A bunch on that side too,
See? There he did wind them.
I guess they'll have to try to
Ask him when they find him.

Drawn another pictograph.
A man stands, chuffed to bits.
Just as well he honed his craft,
More vehicles are in transit.

[corncobman]

Pg 188

Sheep Tending Examples, Preventing Sleep-Tramples

The finished production
Over which he slaved,
What is the function
Intended of the stave?

It's based on a design
That was directing sheep.
This he then redefined
To stop treading as they sleep.

The creature's subconscious
It suggests to steer clear.
The thing then wants thus
To move around the sphere.

Protection won't be offered
In case they are detected.
Only aimless wanderers,
If any, will be redirected.

[Keep Looking]

Adventure 2, Page 188

The stave drawn dark calls out to wand’rers far
Heed not the campfire smoke that rises slow
The voices loud that laugh beneath the stars
Will call you not, so pass them as you go

But hunters swift are not like aimless sheep
No gentle misdirection will they heed
Don’t fall too deeply into night’s sweet sleep
Lest ear betray you in your hour of need

[corncobman]

Pg 189

On Its Own Breaking? No Prisoners Are They Taking

They just have to remain
Unnoticed by what lurks,
Having food on the brain,
Blissfully unaware mercs.

Suddenly, while eating,
Detects out of the blue.
While noisily creaking,
It rumbles into view.

Did it break free on its own?
Suggesting to kill it now.
The danger well under blown,
Will circumstances allow?

This job they're completing
The entire way through.
Their tactics repeating,
Can they catch twenty too?

[corncobman]

Pg 190

Tanker Treads, Shock And Dread

Cracking their eye line,
The troll comes a crawling.
Another one rolls behind,
The spectacle is galling.

Faces of shock and surprise,
It's not part of the plan.
Not accounted for the size,
Of a moving tanker grand.

Check the mask for leaks,
Prepare fight or flight.
For any number of freaks
They're in for a long night.