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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1590 on: November 04, 2020, 11:24:35 PM »
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Don't Jump You Dope, Sigrun Says Nope!

Can't even tell it's there,
The pit so well disguised.
Any unsuspecting bear
Will be none the wiser.

Leaf and stick camouflage,
Their handiwork displayed.
Admiring with panache,
The trap therefore laid.

Kitty mighty excited,
Preparing to pounce.
In a leap short-sighted,
Grabbed ere she falls down.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1591 on: November 05, 2020, 09:28:15 PM »
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Spend Days In Pursuit? No, Prepare The Route

Now they're only short some bears,
Will they spend days looking for traces?
Is the present company prepared
To embark on some wild bear chases?

Some information the sprite has to share,
Fortunately that won't be the case.
Tuuri was keeping track, she knows where,
They were sleeping in a parking place.

The job to track the bears is hers.
With tireless spirit, eyes and ears.
Such the disgusting flesh and fur,
Rotting, putrid, pierced with spears.

A couple blocks away they were,
By happenstance they're somewhat near.
Get them at dusk when they stir,
Now they prepare the path to here.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1592 on: November 06, 2020, 08:14:37 AM »
Quote from: Jitter on November 04, 2020, 01:47:53 AM
I can’t keep track of eight syllables AND alliteration in the same verse in English :) You also have the other important characteristic down: the repetition, i.e. a line is followed by a second line saying more or less the same thing in different words.

Yeah, that last one was trickier than I'd thought…glad you liked the results, though!

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Quetanto, that is very well executed.

Thanks, Róisin!
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1593 on: November 08, 2020, 10:29:20 PM »
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Kitty Supervising, Light Achromatising

Pushing the cart,
Laying the cord,
Ere the night starts,
And they come toward.

The light declining,
Dispersing to greys.
Fates intertwining
Day's ending rays.

Sight achromatising,
With a cue to prowl.
Darkness energising,
With purposes foul.

At twilight stirs,
Mother ursa first.
Irresistible whispers,
With the umbra curst.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1594 on: November 09, 2020, 10:03:43 PM »
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Morning Exercise Under Watchful Eyes

A great maw yawning,
Giving out licks.
To each of her spawn,
Festering sick.

The offspring stretching
Tattered skin and bones.
The kindred wretched
Preparing to roam.

Spectating from away
Is the scout and Sigrun,
Tuuri-spirit too surveys
The family repugnant.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1595 on: November 11, 2020, 09:43:03 PM »
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Attention Gained, Rock On The Brain

It's time, get set,
Everyone take a spot.
Keep eyes on the threat,
Along the path of the lot.

They need to coax the bears
Out when everyone's positioned.
The blonde-bomb bloke there,
Emil's named by the physician.

Once the bears go and leave,
Their attention is obtained.
A small projectile is heaved,
An unexpected hailstone rained.

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Throw A Stone (based on Made Of Stone by The Stone Roses)

Come follow to the pit of steel
The last thing that you beasts will feel
Your final flight can't be delayed

No earth, just spikes, it can't be seen
You big fat things fall in between
You'll fry and melt, I'll love the scene

Sometimes I
Fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the fires they burn below me

Won't these spikes
End your lives
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the fires they burn below me

Are you all alone
Have you left your home?

I'm standing firm, my aim is bold
Now that the game goes on a stroll
At least you'll leave your life in style

And for far as I can see
Three twisted bears, come back to me
Bad fuzzies die, I'll love the scene

Sometimes I
Fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the fires they burn below me

Won't these spikes
End your lives
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the fires they burn below me

Are you all alone
Have you left your home?

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Sometimes I
Fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the fires they burn below me

Won't these spikes
End your lives
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the fires they burn below me

Have you left your home?
I'll just throw a stone
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1596 on: November 12, 2020, 10:09:24 PM »
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After Stone Thrown, Total Indifference Shown

Growling in annoyance
Towards the assailant.
Waving in flamboyance,
Couldn't be any more blatant.

To his allure, his charming,
They're totally unreceptive.
Apart from mild snarling,
It's not terribly effective.

"Come little bears..." calling,
But they just don't bite.
They turn and go on walking,
And don't put him in their sights.

Total indifference showing,
Continuing about their day.
"Hey! Where are you going?!"
To bear bums - "Don't walk away!"
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1597 on: November 15, 2020, 10:23:05 PM »
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Come In A Rage Fit, Right Target Hit

They're supposed to come chargin'
In a rage-filled frenzy.
The indifferent large 'uns
Are frustrating him immensely.

Pebbles once again delivered,
The sensitive one agitated.
On the correct target, triggered,
Mama successfully baited.

Turning back, in a fanged roar,
This uncontainable madness.
This attack, that means war,
Scurry, make tracks like bandits.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1598 on: November 16, 2020, 09:15:03 PM »
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You Asked For It, Boiling Bear Blitz

The rabid raging blitz
Of the furious matriarch,
Leaves the doorway split
As she makes her mark.

The cleanser sprints and dives
For the near vehicle wreck,
In a bid to stay alive
From the bear behemothic.

The pair burrowing low,
Slinking for life dear.
The impact "KRANG!" echoes,
Stopped only by the spears.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1599 on: November 18, 2020, 10:40:44 PM »
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Cowering With The Cat, Need The Mole Rat

Emil and the cat cower
In the face of the fury.
Bearing such brute power,
Can they flee, ere they're buried?

The furious bear mother
Shakes the vehicle of tons.
Onni needs the other,
The mole rat looking one.

Speak of the devil,
The required one strolls out.
Cagey, cautious, careful,
Alongside the one lacking snout.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1600 on: November 19, 2020, 09:17:27 PM »
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Child Is Shot At, Wild, Frothing Mad

The target creature
Sneaks ahead to the open.
Skin sickly, bleached, bare,
The plan fully in motion.

Under the owl's keen watch,
The objective sighted.
An arrow is notched,
And loosed, quick-flighted.

Focused its full brawn
On overturning the truck,
With mother's attention drawn,
The offspring is struck.

Into the rump, penetrated.
Rearing up, laced in injury.
Turning, snarling in hatred,
Frothing from her pure fury.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1601 on: November 22, 2020, 11:45:50 PM »
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Out Comes The Arrow, Watch The Bear Cub Go!

Pain stinging topical,
The bearlet runs wincing.
Rolling inconsolable,
Whining whilst spinning.

The bear child harpooned,
Mother dashes from the jeep.
Rips arrow from the wound,
Prompting a distressed "YEEP!"

The arrow still in mouth,
Sprinting off goes the child.
A tormented dash south,
The agony! Going wild!
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1602 on: November 26, 2020, 10:47:36 PM »
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Beast Barrelling,  Quick! Quiet Coraling!

Bounding, hurtling, hurting,
Thoughtless, tearing, turning...
Through the districts deserted,
Headlong, but bare bottom burning.

From the architecture appearing,
To the trees it barrels blind.
Careless, coming, careering,
Colliding into the limit lines.

Into the guide wires wrecking,
They snap as it tumbles twisted.
Signs to swoop, coral and check it,
It's not reasonably restricted.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1603 on: November 29, 2020, 09:08:22 PM »
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Be Silent, Scary, Cordon Temporary

At the sight of the pair with
Placards and signs brandished,
The two manage to scare it
It squeaks as it's banished.

Back to the path leading,
Turning tail as it panics.
The silent plan succeeding,
The duo must again vanish.

Returning to the streets,
Out of sight, breaking rapid.
It dashes again at speed,
Mother struggling to catch it.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1604 on: December 03, 2020, 10:47:03 PM »
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Bear And Cub Alike Tear Into The Pit Of Spikes

Finally alongside,
The mother barks stern.
At the cub lacking hide,
For it to return.

Under the weight KRAK'd,
Leaves and branches tangle.
Before they can react,
Into the pit embrangled.

The wood veneer is crumpled,
So the trap is activated.
Down the bear pair tumble,
Realising the machinated.
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