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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1350 on: December 12, 2019, 10:00:44 PM »
Pg 200

Tanker Troll In A Barrel Roll

Into a waterway nearby
They all make a dive.
As they desperately try
To find any way to survive.

The giant quickly follows
With an almighty splash.
Buffeting in its throes,
Spinning, its waves thrash.

In a chaotic roll of death,
The churning troll tanker.
The Swede with bated breath,
Still on the rungs anchored.

The passenger in spite,
A hitched riding observer.
Hanging on for dear life,
Inverted topsy-turvy.
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 #1351 on: December 16, 2019, 02:01:58 AM »
Pg 201

Covered In Algae, Lalli Can't Be Seen

With the limbs still trashing,
The tanker spirals in a swirl.
The waves still crashing,
Around the cylinder they curl.

Emerging from the algae,
Sigrun most dishevelled.
But where, oh where, is Lalli?
Has the man been levelled?

"I LOST THE LITTLE GUY!"
She hollers over, frantic.
"I saw him jump away"
His absence causing panic.

"From the tanker" she says
"Somewhere over here."
The scouter's reappearance delay
Giving rise to deeper fears.

So the pair proceed to dredge
The murky, swampy stream.
Diving feetfirst to the riverbed,
A Reynir and cat rescue team.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1352 on: December 16, 2019, 09:21:37 PM »
Pg 202

Found The Magician, In Prime Position

Through the swamp lilies
Reynir boldly wades.
With kitty involuntarily,
Unknowingly giving aid.

Held by the scruff, hoisted,
Watching for body signals.
The lost mage pinpointed
By how clearly she wiggles.

The fearless shepherd dives,
No thought for his own safety.
Disgruntled but alive,
Successful is the braidy.

By his arms upwardly held,
Closed his eyes, held his breath.
There's no sure way to tell
How close he was to death...

For Emil's worthy goal,
His position's a prime one.
Now that he's regained control,
He starts upwardly climbin'.

Only one thing outstanding,
With the rescue complete.
Some charges need planting
For explosions and heat.

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Baba O'Riley by the Who (with a few small changes)

Out here in the fields
A monster on wheels
It broke my back with trees a-splitting

So set it alight
Approved that's right
Now the Swede is not forbidden
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ye-ah

Don't cry
We've found the guy
He's only holding breath, ma'am

Lalli take my hand
We're gonna get on land
He'll light a fire
And then it's gonna smoulder

The fire service is here
Some cracking bombs are near
Let's burn whatever
Before it gets much closer

Perished milk man
It's only perished milk man
Perished milk man
Oh yeah
Perished milk man
Burninate it!
« Last Edit: December 18, 2019, 02:49:17 AM by corncobman »
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1353 on: December 18, 2019, 10:46:31 PM »
Pg 203

The Heart-throb Encounters A Blob

The summit reached,
Approaching the hatch.
Preparing to breach
And set off the match.

Hammering the gap
To pop open the top.
Hold the handle of the cap
For a shell to be dropped.

Hatefully glare.
In a powerful squat.
Uh oh - despair!
A bright red bulging clot!

A scarlet blob blooms
Inflated as it raised.
What made you assume
There was any free space?

An unexpected growth needs
An inpromptu change of plans.
Soon too for the Swede,
A needed change of pants.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1354 on: December 19, 2019, 11:06:49 PM »
Pg 204

Abcess Lanced And Spurted, Armaments Hand Inserted

Survival paramount.
Quickness in mind.
The abscess he pounds
In a panic blind.

No time to be lost,
He whips out his pistol.
Readying it like a boss
Swift execution judicial.

With a bloody backwash
The crimson boil pops.
Meaty viscera sloshed
All over the fair sop.

With a rapid 'SHLORP!'
The grenade's enmeshed.
From the living corpse
He's got his pound of flesh.

Cartridge well deployed,
He forces it back shut.
Bye milkipede, enjoy
An explosive up the butt!

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Splash (based on Flash by Queen)

Splash! A-ah!
Savior with his fireworks

Splash! A-ah!
He's brave with a face of guts

Splash! A-ah!
He's adorable

Splash! A-ah!
King of the impossible

He's gory on the zombie bus
Stand for every one of us
He saves with a mighty hand
Every man
Every woman
Every child
It's the timely Splash

Splash! A-ah!

Splash! A-ah!
He'll save every one of us

Just a man with a man's courage
You know he's nothing but a man
And he was never scared
No one but the pure at heart
May find the Golden Hair
Oh-oh, oh-oh

Splash!
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1355 on: December 22, 2019, 08:52:24 PM »
Adventure 2, Page 205

There’s a certain kind of spin
In his bloodstain-spattered grin
And the tank all stuffed with bombs he leaves behind

Hearts a’pounding, they must go
Lest they’re left too close to know
What the boom of Emil’s bombs will let them find

Oh, his plan was pretty mad
But perhaps it wasn’t bad
If it finally defeats their looming foe

So just slide right off that tank
To the woods we now must take
‘Cause the tanker troll is right about to blow!
I write poetry sometimes.

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1356 on: December 22, 2019, 10:33:41 PM »
Pg 205

It'll be Shredded, Hurry And Leg It

"I did it!" Emil shouts,
"I planted the explosive."
Then let's not hang about,
Something's gonna give.

With look of pure joy,
His glee unadulterated.
That's not a normal boy,
With his almonds activated.

It's going to get shredded!
Let the fireworks soon rain.
The blast of the fair headed
Will never be contained.

Down the ladder he slides,
The Swede's task is done.
Active ingredient's applied
"Let's go go go!" As he runs.

Out of shot, now he sprints,
Energised as it heats up.
Despite the dropped hints,
They struggle to keep up.

When the bomb expert goes
Running off very fast,
Everyone better all follow
Or get caught in the blast.

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All I Want For Christmas Is Boom
(based on All I Want For Christmas Is You by Mariah Carey)

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about the peasants
Underneath the grizzled trees

I just want the things ka-blown
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is boom, yeah

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need (And I)
Don't care about the peasants
Underneath the grizzled trees
I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace (Ah)
Safety laws don't make me happy
Bombs ahoy on Christmas Day

I just want the things ka-blown (Ooh)
More than you could ever know (Ooh)
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is boom
Boom, baby

Oh, I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow (And I)
I'm not gonna keep on waiting
For the fuse that's gonna blow
I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick (Ah)
I will only stay awake
To hear those magic 'splosives tick

'Cause I just want the fire tonight (Ooh)
Lighting up the quiet sky (Ooh)
What more can I do?
Oh baby, all I want for Christmas is boom
Boom, baby

Oh, all the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere (So brightly, baby)
And the sound of monsters
After fills the air (Oh, oh yeah)
And everyone is blinking (Oh yeah)
I hear those ears a-ringing (Oh)
Santa, won't you bring me the one I really need? (Yeah, oh, oh)
So the Swede isn't crazy, you see

Oh, I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for (Ah)
I just wanna see my grenades
Knocking down the walls and doors

Oh, I just want the things ka-blown (Ooh)
More than you could ever know (Ooh)
Make my wish come true
Oh baby, all I want for Christmas is boom
Boom, baby

All I want for Christmas is boom, baby (Boom)
All I want for Christmas is boom, baby (Ah, oh, ah, oh)
All I want for Christmas is boom, baby (Boom)
All I want for Christmas is boom, baby (All I really want, baby, ooh)
All I want for Christmas is boom, baby (All I want, all I really want is boom)
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1357 on: December 23, 2019, 09:47:33 PM »
Pg 206

Swede Over Baked,  Blood Covered, Caked

It's still coming for them
No, it's doomed to die.
Due to trauma suffered then
It'll be duly drained dry.

Sustained fatal injuries
In the soft inner portions.
Bubble and pop go arteries
From burst internal organs.

Onto life it might cling
For a mere moment still,
But that wound is bleeding,
It'll be a delayed kill.

Let them return to the path,
It will give up pursuit soon.
A vital instuction he'll have
For the man not immune.

Telling Reynir to be giving
The Swede spattered some width.
If he wants to keep living,
Keep away from the filth.

Very far from untouched,
Emil walking while dazed.
The excitement too much,
His eyes vacuously gaze.

Off his adrenaline high,
Emil's covered in fluids.
Just now caught his eye,
His hair and clothes ruined.

Just now realised, he's
Caked in vile biomass.
To get all sterilised, he'll
Have to take many baths...
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1358 on: December 23, 2019, 11:53:55 PM »
Adventure 2, Page 206

The troll, now hurt, proceeds to crawl
Has it been killed or stopped at all?
Was all our effort just in vain
To conquer one that can’t be stalled?

Keep hope! For lo, without a doubt
This mortal wound will bleed it out
The troll may cling to life for now
But soon that life will flicker out

The price of vic’try, thick and red
Is dripping slow from Emil’s head
His gleeful grin is flipped around
As gore-stains fill his heart with dread
I write poetry sometimes.

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1359 on: December 26, 2019, 10:55:40 PM »
Adventure 2, Page 207

Your golden hair is full of ick and gore
The manic smile has faded from your face
Oh messy Swede, I never asked for more
Yet still you came here to this perilous place
So I will wait and watch you splash and flail
To wash the blood from hair that’s golden-pale

I tried to come here silent and alone
To face my fate and save what I have left
You did not heed my warning, caref’lly shown
You would not let our little group be cleft
So I suppose you’ll be here till the end
My loud and messy, golden Swedish friend
I write poetry sometimes.

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1360 on: December 26, 2019, 11:20:39 PM »
Pg 207

Head's In No Condition, Head On For Collisions

No longer so nutty,
Down from his daydream.
He knows that he's bloody,
Dives into the stream.

Watching on, cat-buddy,
As he reacts most extreme.
Stares in silent study,
While he regains self-esteem.

Cleaning off the goo,
His head clarified.
Conditioner and shampoo
For the Swede horrified!

The hours are too few
For cleansing intensified.
He'll have to make do
And to set it aside.

They return on track,
The embattled squad.
With a fractured back
The tanker roughshod.

Slowly it treads,
With another lined up.
Coming to a head,
For a traffic pile up.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1361 on: December 29, 2019, 10:21:24 PM »
Adventure 2, Page 208

Twisted guts are torn in two.
Wasn’t this already through?
Blood seeps out the cracks.

Once, it stretched and flexed and grew
Voices loud were pushing through.
Lumps along its back.

Now it weakens, used and drained
Tears and cuts and blood again.
Life will not come back.

Life’s a loop with ends and starts,
Torn and shattered minds and hearts.
Pain and creeping black.
I write poetry sometimes.

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1362 on: December 29, 2019, 10:47:15 PM »
Pg 208

Depressing Matter, Aggression Shattered

Crippled beyond repair
Under a lot of stress.
The car sideswiped unaware
And became very depressed.

With the two car trolls
On the same path as such,
The larger one rolls on
While the smaller got crushed.

Body crunched and buckled,
One threat eliminated.
The larger truck struggles
Before it decelerated.

Its spindly limbs shudder
Then to standstill it jerks.
The tanker of the udder
Kicked the bucket, that works.

With a ton of milk expired
They can sigh in relief.
Though, don't stop to admire,
For their respite may be brief.

Don't leave it to chance
And remain as observers.
Before some others advance
Such as the sensitive Surma.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1363 on: December 30, 2019, 09:50:39 PM »
Adventure 2, Page 209

The sunset sweeps a flaming yellow path across the sky
The air is soft and warm, the wind is but a gentle sigh
A behemoth of tank and limb in broken anguish lies
As searchers five continue on, and bid its shell goodbye

Great peril lies behind, and still more peril lies ahead
Yet as the fog that’s rising swirls above the searchers’ heads
They still by dream and string and hope will let themselves be led
Before the owl that rests upon its shelf starts seeping red

So ere they hurry on, beneath the golden sunset sky
Past mossy log and branch that on the crumbling road do lie
Let beast and troll of rot and foul miasma pass them by
As searchers five continue ‘neath the branches stretching high
I write poetry sometimes.

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1364 on: December 30, 2019, 10:26:19 PM »
Pg 209

Nice Meeting You Big Guy But You Had To Die

The land white like ice,
Under the golden sky
Goodbye, it was nice
Meeting you big guy.

Life spark dims,
With your final breaths.
Your spidery limbs
Stay folded in death.

The weaponed brace will
Forever be furled.
Stand silent, stay still
In your resting curl.

Did you find relief
From your waking hell?
Our encounter was brief
But great destruction befell.

Stalk the lands no longer,
Monumentally presented.
Your insatiable hunger
Will be finally ended.
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He got hit on the head
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