Poetry collection

[corncobman]

Pg 373

Lower Deck Embedded, Pointing Neck, The Beheaded

After a delay, the third,
Brainless bear belated bounds.
Eventually being spurred
To the pit inside the ground.

No visible head in aspect,
Still movement in possession.
Pointing the rive-d neck
At the darkened deep depression.

Watching this unfold,
Are the squad so, standers-by.
To wrangle into the hole,
Or another thinky plan to try?

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Pg 374

Swoops Over The Well,  Making Like A Gazelle

With the headless neck craned
Jumping up with a start.
Brother bear blood drained,
And flesh torn all apart.

Clambering up from the trench,
Bounding, fleeing, turning tail.
Body, bloody ground drenched,
Leaving an ensanguined trail.

The guillotined one extends,
To follow, bring the rear.
This is far from the end,
Is there movement in the spears?

[corncobman]

Pg 375

Unbridled Ease, The Muzzle Frees

Rising, the monstrosity,
Unbroken, still unbent.
Staves with ease leisurely,
Like twigs, asunder rent.

With an all too simple 'KRAK!',
The muzzle is unhindered.
Searching for the method back,
And tend to the cub injured.

From the pitfall's basement,
Made a leap to scale the wall.
Are the front paws just sufficient?
Better hope she slips and falls.

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Pg 376

Face Piercings Through And Through, Scars And Javelins Accrue

Out of the pit claw-scaled,
The matriarch, javelin bored.
Still distinctly impaled,
The skewers laced with gore.

Muzzle completely drilled,
And visible scars galore.
With several more quills,
Seeping scarlet pours.

One-by-one they're extracted,
Casually dumped on the floor.
Momentarily by them distracted,
But there'll be trouble, furthermore.

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Pg 377

Avert Our Eyes, Sudden Slap Surprise!

Sigrun's plan didn't succeed
As perfectly as she wanted.
But badly injured, it bleeds,
So it should now be hunted.

Around the pit's perimeter,
Carefully, they come across.
So release can be administered
To the weakened from blood loss.

Before they can give chase,
Stopped, the mages three.
"Eyes closed!" arms raised,
With a slap, says suddenly.

[corncobman]

Pg 378

Wise To Shut Eyes, Gaze Not At The Haze

Palms on their eyes,
And lids firmly closed shut.
Right now it may be wise,
But the two think they're nuts.

Suddenly the scene
Shifts to familiar marsh.
From bright, airy, pristine,
To dreary, sinister, harsh.

Eyes, glowing, upon them blaze,
Mouths gape, many teeth bare.
Stab at them shadowy blades,
And blacken the very air.

A huge creature made
Of the very darkest haze.
Stood firm, unafraid.
Seeing not the terror's gaze.

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Pg 379

Swoosh Away Flies The Cloak, Five Minutes Before A Poke

A javelin is flashed,
Brandished with speed.
Stake a fearless dash
To make shadows bleed.

But ere he can impend,
Swoosh and all too fast...
Away the figure wends.
Gloom leaves, it passed.

The three stood stationary,
The kitty left in shock.
Sigrun'll leave them momentary,
Before she gives them a knock.

[corncobman]

Pg 380

A Mass Biological, Attack Psychological

Who knows what the wizards
Are trying to accomplish.
However, next, at her words
Growths swell, burble, fiendish.

The disgusting tumours,
Foaming dark magic maggots.
Dripping, glorping, blooming,
On the sleeves of their jackets.

Shaking off the blight,
Most hideous, most heinous.
Don't mind the parasites,
They're just to intimidate us.

Ignore them, take no notice of
The inconsequential irritants.
They just have to stay focused,
Careful, wary, and vigilant.

[corncobman]

Pg 381

Suffering From Blood Loss, Less Distance It Can Cross

The bears stuck with quills
With utmost alacrity,
Heading for the hills
Right out of the city.

Leaving bloody tracks
In the wake of departure.
Glad to see their backs,
Their mission more sure.

How far can bears traverse
In a night? asks the great Dane.
Far. But less far, of course,
With its blood being drained.

Its range has been decreased,
From blood loss, will it die?
But this is a monster beast,
Normal rules need not apply.

[corncobman]

Pg 382

Drowsy, Stricken, Easy Pickings

The bears will be easy to track,
And this time they'll be tired.
For a co-ordinated attack
To make a bear family expire.

Offspring still flees, gushing,
Leaving sanguinated streaks.
They finally cease rushing.
Left feeling utterly weak.

[corncobman]

Pg 383

Still Bled, Bearskin Spread

One sibling dropped,
Really needing a hug.
The other unfurls "FWOP!"
Like a living bearskin rug.

Caught up is the mother,
Screening a quiet vigil.
One bear and another,
Greatly hampered, lay still.

For fatality marked,
Blood considerably drawn.
The persistent matriarch
Bleeding still, guarding on.

[corncobman]

Pg 384

Escape Route Screened, Rocks And Hard Places Between

Hunting, out hiding,
The wilds of the woods,
Or perhaps just biding
For the prey there stood.

The animals caged
Grimace, gaze desperate.
Barely contained rage,
Exposure risking threats.

About due for a shock,
When tempers be frayed.
Backs to the rocks,
For chances to evade.

Practically found them,
Near in range to view them.
If they can't go around them,
Will they try to go through them?

Troubling predicament,
An escape route screened.
Overwhelming emergents,
For unlucky part thirteen?

[corncobman]

Pg 385

Towering At The Door, Uncowering Roars

A downpour ensues
Battered and bruised
Step, step... whose?
Growling at these cues

Passage is refused
To unwanted intrude
Mother lets loose
A zombified moose!

Tensions increase
Towering beasts
Titans as these
Thundering fiends

One-on-one, intensity
Opposing entities
Omens of crises
Of death and disease

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Messin' With My Kids
(based on Messin' With The Kid by Rory Gallagher, original lyrics by Mel London)

Well, what's this I hear
There's some steps comin' round
It's comin' this way
I'm gonna put the thing down
Oh no
No, hell now, I am pissed
You can't come here when you want
I'll stop you messin' with my kids

Well the kids gonna hop
We dropped on our face
Makin' us bleed
All over the place
Yeah, yeah
Tell me what is this?
You can't come here when you want
I'll stop you messin' with my kids

You stab, you can't kill me
You try and you try
Gonna protect 'em till the day I die
Yeah
Why don't you tell what is this?
You can't come here when you want
I'll stop you messin' with my kids

You pushed my kids far
Been dragged all around
Spearin' our bodies
With spikes in the ground
Yeah
Why don't you tell me what is this?
Why don't you get yourself a-gone
I'll stop you messin' with my kids

Hey, don't mess with my kids
Oh, you're messing with my kids
Don't mess with me now
Yeeeaaaaarrrrgh!

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Pg 386

Unhealthy Glow, Watch The Eyes Go

Forth the moose lunges
In a vice-lock seize.
Its ugly teeth crunches
The neck and throat squeezed.

To break free from the clutch,
Struggling defiantly.
The situation too much,
Bear cubs freeze in anxiety.

Sudden shadows and a swoosh,
Rushed to the guards' defences.
Onto the assailing moose,
Assaulting of its senses.

The unholy vision stops,
With an unwholesome glow.
One by one its optics pop.
Did the moose enjoy the show?

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Pg 387

From Nullification To Total Domination

Moose blind, mama bear twists
With righteous indignation
Succumbing to the red mist,
In the fury of retaliation.

Fair play's a turnabout,
The initiator in strangulation.
Relentless the bear's snout,
Going for full decapitation.

The mighty mother's bite,
Seeking total annihilation.
There will be no respite,
For the giant, no extrication.

[corncobman]

Pg 388

Broken Larynx,  Soaked Grisly Inks

Concluding her choke
Of the terminal sort,
Neck sufficiently broke,
A disdainful snort.

Bitter taste in her maw,
A much more bitter end.
The trailing group saw
The spider-moose friend.

"Well. Good!" Sigrun calls,
They're on the right path, clearly.
With the bloody footfalls
It's elementary, really.

With the hematic puddles,
That's glaringly evident.
So horribly unsubtle to
See which direction they went.

[corncobman]

Pg 389

Stamina Stacking, Animals Tracking

That group of bears
Sure aren't stamina lacking.
From city to open air,
They still keep tracking.

Past trees and over hills,
Through roads, around bends.
Far from sitting still,
Trekking miles without end.

With purpose, mammoth movements,
The yards come hard and strong.
Tramp tireless, to what intent
Will the chasers be pulled along?