Poetry collection

[corncobman]

Pg 249

Strike Its Head While It's Held, "Go Go Go!" He Then Yelled.

In the thing, spike embedded,
Impaled onto ground.
The head spear-man yells "Get it!
Get its head while it's down!"

The two reserve pike boys
Thus leaping into the fray.
Strike with minimal noise,
Now go go go! Tent men away!

[Keep Looking]

Adventure 2, Page 249

Hit the monster while it’s down
And lying prone upon the ground
Let twisted bones with breakage sound

Say it’s brave to stand and fight
But to survive we must take flight
And leave this place alone tonight

Drive your spear into its head
Don’t wait for more, but run instead
Our blood won’t paint this sunset red

[yeethaw_gang]

Adventure 2, Page 249 “Holy crap, just run”

There’s an immobile heap on the ground
Thank the gods
The assailants flee
The assault forgotten for the time being

Luck had been on their side
But for how much longer
They would rather not find out
They scurry away, amid shouts
As fast as they can
As far as they can

Their prey, their quarry,
The creature that bore the brunt
Lays prone to nature
All alone at the beginning
All alone at the end

[corncobman]

Pg 250

Release, Slop, Acid Drops

Sigrun, most bestest crew,
Take Reynir and go thus.
Acid these things spew,
Do not come to help us.

"We'll catch up with you",
So take the sheep herder.
Then, ere they're clear through,
One drops down from the girders.

Corrosion pulsating,
Lining up for their prey.
They were already waiting for
People to pass by the way.

It releases with a 'SLOP'!
It lands onto them: 'GLORP'!
The skeleton amber drops,
An acid saturated corpse.

[yeethaw_gang]

Adventure 2, Page 250 “hYeurg get it oFF ME”

Just when you thought you were clear
Oh? What’s this here?
Down from the ceiling, down it drops!
Off from the rooftop, on it plops!

What is a spider, if you are the fly?
Buzz your wings and save your life!
Shout to your comrades, tell them to flee!
It’s better they live and get to grieve

[Keep Looking]

Adventure 2, Page 251

Clinging up-side down to ceilings high
You wait and watch, you plan your swift attack
Something moves beneath your lofty perch
You drop! And land, well-aimed, with a sharp crack
Yellow tarps have hidden squirming meat
You hang on tight and claim your tasty snack
What? The other meat has pulled the tarp?
Your victim screams! ‘Aargh! Get it off my back!’
Sunlight burns, you hiss and writhe with pain
Your backside swells and steams, then with a snap!
You are gone. You pop, and acid splats.

[yeethaw_gang]

Adventure 2, Page 252 “A nice change of scenery, probably not for long”

It’s ironic how a meadow so green
And full of life, perhaps more unseen
Comes creeping in and growing over
The death and decay from lives long gone

Growing over trails and remains
Vibes creeping, wrapping around like veins
Of a much larger being
An entity predating all that we’ve built

[Keep Looking]

Adventure 2, Page 252

Release the breath that’s swirling in your chest
And slow your fleeing footsteps down at last
The fight is over, racing hearts can rest
So leave your battle gear upon the grass

Go meet your friends who wait beyond the gate
They’ll want to see that you are all okay
Relief can light your flushed and tired face
For everyone has made it home today

The path still leads beneath the endless sky
And danger still is hid beneath the trees
But just for now, your peril has passed by
So let your aching muscles feel at ease

[corncobman]

Pg 251

Get It Off, Like A Zit Popped

"GET IT OFF!!!" He yells,
In a panic all blind.
Emerging the belle,
Panicked out of his mind.

Awful unliving cells
Put the Swede in a bind.
From his plastic shell,
Crawling, wildly unrefined.

Dragging it into the sun,
With dead weight they struggle.
While he shuts down stunned,
The Swede they have to draggle.

They will be the ones
To get him out of trouble.
In the light it's undone,
Popping as a bubble.

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Pg 252

Escaping Successful, Untaping And Undressing

"Keep running!" is the call,
So each man scarpers.
The tick tacks still fall,
While they egress sharpish.

Into the path they took flight,
Away from dangers non-man-made.
Onto the grassy road of light
Far from shelter and shade.

In the sanctity of the sun,
A safe distance for protocol.
Getting the tape undone,
They remove the sweaty overalls.

The scavenging most taxing,
Just escaping by their hair.
In the distance chill-axing
Sigrun, Reynir and kitty somewhere.


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Pg 253

They Didn't Expect It, Ruins Or Rats Infected

Are the guys okay, or...?
Yes, everything they found.
Sigrun waxes in dismay for
The settlement compound.

The ancient people in this city
Were they damaged in the brain?
Surviving in such proximity,
In so trying was insane.

They have ruins of such
All over Norway, she attests.
Don't be to harsh a judge,
They knew not what was best.

They didn't yet know of what
Was to come upon their doors.
To shield themselves, they thought,
From disease or human carriers.

By the time they understood,
Surrounded they might have been.
Or perhaps all that it took
Was some infected rats that got in.

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Pg 254

Viewing Prints, Unaware, Pursuing Hints Of A Bear

Once again, clothes cleaned;
Hung coats, trousers, cloaks.
The bloke, tall and lean,
Can't resist a good poke.

To the acorn and leave-d lines
He fingers with ferocity.
But the footprints left behind
Couldn't hold his curiosity.

If only he investigated,
He'd maybe spot the others.
The signs of being predated
Under long grass, under cover.

Attentions not caught,
No second thoughts to spare.
Tracks converging to a spot,
With some consequences to bear.

[Keep Looking]

Adventure 2, Page 253

so this is where it gets you -
and you thought you had escaped.

starched-white bedsheets cover your body
like a shroud - like the wings of death.
and as you lie, as the itching creeps up your neck
burrowing deep into your bones, stiffening your skin
you call upon the name of every god you know
that these sheets might be a shroud
and not a cloak. let them be still.
let death’s white wings sweep up your soul
and take it somewhere. anywhere but here
where darkness already creeps up the walls
filling the air with broken whispers.

you are surrounded by the ruins of hope -
how swiftly hope turns to despair.


Adventure 2, Page 254

The fire-smoke drifts up in waving dance
And fills the air with warmth and scents of home
Yet still you turn your gaze beyond the strings
As trails of footsteps lead to the unknown
What things lie here that footsteps have not shown?
Behind you, bathers splash and sunsets sing
The fire-smoke calls, the summer wind has blown
You give the winding path a parting glance,

Then go.

[corncobman]

Pg 255

There, Be Aware, There Be A Bear

In the picture, distant,
A faraway church we saw.
The maker of the prints,
The thudding of a paw.

In the scenes of a broken bar,
There stands a woken bear.
Split open and battle scarred,
Still strongly standing there.

Sniffing up on the counter,
Projectiles pierced and gored.
A ton of muscle, matted fur
And mortal damage it ignored.

[Keep Looking]

Adventure 2, Page 255

This is a city of ghosts.

Their echoes haunt these desolate streets, from the tall spire of the city hall to the rows of empty bar-stools and the rot that drips down menu-boards. Bottles stand on the shelves, long undrunk, looked upon by the pictures of the dead, while walls crumble and bass-heavy speakers lie silenced on the floor. The bench-top still bears the fingerprints of a thousand thirsty patrons, and tonight, after a near-century of silence, it bears a new load once more.

He is a ghost, too, though not of this city. He the honey-handed, he of the rough-coat, he the brown one, he the lord of the forest, where lakes lie still and trees touch the sky. They do not call him such names anymore. Small eyes drip with rot and darkness, shaggy fur is damp and arrow-pierced, claws drag heavily across the wood. Nostrils flare above still-sharp teeth, searching for something in the bones of this city. Someone.

The sun is setting. It would be wise to leave.

[corncobman]

Pg 256

Scare Bears

The bear with a snort,
It continues its march.
Its stay was short,
It's large and in charge.

With others of its species,
The roadways are scoured.
Heavy auxiliaries,
The very measure of power.

Like animals possessed,
A trio indiscreet.
Three bears abreast,
They own the street.

[yeethaw_gang]

Here's another poem on which Keep Looking and I collaborated on

Adventure 2, Page 256

The world turns as the sky turns red
And weary wanderers take their beds
But lurking as light and life turn dead
The hunters rear their shaggy heads

The dusky streets through which they wander
The secrets held and the buildings asunder
Entice them not, offer no value
They lumber ahead, and vanish from view   

A silence stretches across the plain
A dying breath for dust to claim
Relish the respite while it lasts
For darkness comes - this day must pass

[corncobman]

Pg 257

Don't Make An Error, Perpetual Plague Bearer

The Kalma are trolls
That epitomise illness.
With bloated fat rolls
Oozing juices and mucus.

They might look slow, sickly,
Withering due to weakness.
But it's a trap, you see,
To help spread the sickness.

Born from particularly tending
People leaking their fluids,
Theirs an infectious unending,
Living now as they then lived.

Stay cautious, conscientious,
Do not be underestimating.
It's a critter clammy, contagious,