Poetry collection

[corncobman]

Pg 390

Tiredly Storm, Onto The Platform

Finally they pop
Into a shaded hut.
An olden tram stop,
In they tiredly strut.

Energy levels dropped,
End the cross-country trip.
Wearily she slops, and
Beside her did they slip.

Crashing the platform laid.
The destruction rests.
The grisly cavalcade,
Flashing darkness blest.

Too much to step more,
Reposing their bodies sore.
To regain their pep, for
Another day, another war.

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Pg 391

Flat Out, Forty Winks, Watch Out, Something Stinks

Sloth, snooze status,
Beasts, hulking, great.
Quietly in hiatus,
Regenerate, recuperate.

Pauseful procumbence,
In sheltered repose.
A hint of disturbance,
Ears perked, tickled nose.

Once again mother stirs,
Stepping out of the frame.
The safety racket is hers,
Get prepared to be maimed.

[corncobman]

Pg 392

Surveillance Nears, Impatience Rears

Espying the specks,
Pursuers make inroads.
Growling hurry next,
As irritation grows.

Upon the stone worn steps,
Upwardly mobile they go.
Path painted in flecks,
Blood continues to flow.

[corncobman]

Pg 393

Losing The Trail, Sitting On The Tail

Tracking Kitty having problems
Their position's in doubt.
The bears were nearby them,
Now they've gone walkabout.

Looking this way and that,
The bloody trail there ends.
Sitting pretty, the derp cat,
Her work is done, dear friends.

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Pg 394

Plan For Agility, Call It Our Plan B

Now's a good time to decide
On the new plan to exercise.
"It's very cliffy around here, right?"
They'll engineer a drop from up high.

They'll stand on the cliff and bluff,
And lure the group of bears to them.
At the moment they get rushed,
They will jump away and elude them.

Continue brainstorming for plans.
"Let's call that our plan B."
The medic next asks the owl man,
No suggestions from Onni.

No diagrams, charts or designs.
No plans, just instructions.
To circumvent the ursines,
He knows how to get it done.

[corncobman]

Pg 395

Tie It To A Tree, Using Mother's Priorities

The cubs are their key,
Mother will prioritise.
She will choose them gladly
Over the Kade's unlife.

Distract her enough away
To trap one and immobilise,
After which she will stay
By the unfortunate one's side.

Then she won't come to aid
The Kade, easy pickings, no doubt.
Taking spears to the shade
And snuff all of its lights out.

Tethering a cub to a tree
Will immobilise her as well.
Leaving them fully free
To drive the Kade to hell.

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Pg 396

The Aim Of The Mystic Is Very Simplistic

Once the Kade is dispatched,
They can go home, it's done.
No weird plans, no catch,
No cliff jumping, Sigrun!

The Kade's guardians hampered,
They'll bring a world of pain.
So they sleep in the camper,
Under the torrential rain.

By the drizzle of dawn,
By umbrellas, coats donned.
Battle tactics drawn.
Boldly, they soldier on.

[corncobman]

Pg 397

Chains And Hooks, Well Worth A Look

Steps, upon the crest,
A complex draws vision.
Up high, up on the left,
Signs confirm their position.

An old park national,
Long abandoned heritage.
Left to the wild animals,
And thieves seeking an advantage.

In this centre of naturalism,
Whatever can be pillaged?
Through some towing systems,
Having a little rummage.

Chains and cabled hooks,
Pulleys for the taking.
Looking at what they took
For the snare in the making.

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Pg 398

They Can't Sneak From The Watchful Beak

While they ponder and delay,
In a not-too-faraway location,
There's a monster mother's  gaze
Held in quiet contemplation.

In the cliff chambered cave,
Natural rock formation,
Viewing from the montane,
Neath the precipitation.

They move from the cover,
Under the watchful pigeon.
Back to Reynir she flutters,
They can't sneak from her vision!

"Bears located!", she reports.
To the mage who will listen.
Their escape must they thwart,
While the rest stay in decision.

[corncobman]

Pg 399

Three Volunteered, Stay Out Of The Way, Reynir

It is decided, the owl
And the medic Dane
Will chain the weak cub down
To a tree... with a chain.

The honour of distraction,
Three have been volunteered.
Reynir to stay out of action,
Out of the way and well clear.

See you on the other side,
Of the bear-chaining, alright.
The participants decided,
Time to agitate and incite.

The cliff idea Sigrun prefers,
A better idea in her view.
To get rid of annoying monsters,
It's a Nordic way tried and true!

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Pg 400

Make Their Presence Felt, On The Bear Lacking Pelt

The sprite takes the lead,
To the bears, scouting ahead.
The bears are near indeed,
Time to prepare, get set.

Their assault is now afoot,
Get the bears mad and sore.
To put in a belligerant mood,
The stoning way worked before.

Suddenly flung, a stone's toss.
PLINK and KLONK, KLAK and KLOK.
Get the mother good and cross,
With the assortment of rocks.

[Groupoid]

For quite some time I wanted to tell you, corncobman that I find it a good thing in some way (I’m not very eloquent...) that you write these poems. I hope you did find and will find much joy writing more poems.

I often can’t figure out “what’s going on” using the usual “tools” of rhythm, meter and rhyme, which makes me struggle reading them and make me wonder what you must’ve thought when writing them. When I’m not in the mood I only glance over them. But for some poems, reading them is to me like bathing in words and concepts, almost "going nowhere", just experiencing the concepts that were depicted on the comic page, which I find quite enjoyable. Your poems remind me very much of the question “what is art?”.

I hope you did find and will find much joy writing more poems.

[Keep Looking]

Honestly, Corncobman, I'm just impressed by your sheer persistence. Every page you write a poem. You've been doing this for years. The sheer consistency and scale of these efforts is impressive.

Like, I went through a few months where I wrote a poem for just about every page, and then a decent amount of time where I wrote them on-and-off, but I've kinda dropped off at this point what with school and all (although I still very much have SSSS to thank for getting me to start writing more poetry in general, I've been writing a fair bit of non-SSSS-related poetry). The fact that you've just. Continued. For so long. It blows my mind.

[Róisín]

Keep Looking, I also find Corncobman’s work amazing! You and he are among the few poets we have who are both good and fast. That is a very rare combination. And I almost forgot to mention Nellie, who is another excellent fast-working poet!

[corncobman]

Pg 401

Bare Fangs At The Bait, Chain Gang Activate

Baiting huge animosity,
The triggering trio tango.
In frothing ferocity,
Left the cub to be wrangled.

Obviously presenting,
Charging, scarper at speed.
Continued tormenting
As far away as they can lead.

They scramble and scamper,
Escaping to the boughs...
Quick, chain, while unhampered!
While she claws at Lalli now.

Encircle, tether, secure,
Lash to the nearest tree.
In doing so they'll make sure,
Mother never wanders free.



Thanks for the kind words. I really enjoy it a lot and I'm glad everybody likes them.

[Maglor]

https://lyricstranslate.com/ru/translator/kirill-kuvinov
My translations for any Russian-speakers/learners here. Few songs I like and a buch of Emily Dickinson.

[corncobman]

Pg 402

The Afflicted Squeals, Restricted By Steel

Ring around the Yogi,
Twisting around the cub.
That's your home now Smokey,
Carabiner fastened up.

"NJUUH!" squeal as it might,
Belatedly it's found.
Bear child held fast and tight,
Immobile, forever bound.

[corncobman]

Pg 403

Cannot Bite Through, Got Sights On The Crew

Mother bites and pulls,
They hold sturdy, sure.
A futile vain mouthful.
Still anchored, still moored.

Pulling the chains taut,
They cannot be snapped.
Inducing sore spots
For the cub entrapped.

Yelping, recoil brought.
Licking the child's face.
Eyeing the pair's headshots,
Giving growls but no chase.

Onni was indeed justified,
Now there they will stay.
Keep them all in their sights,
He'll prepare for the Kade.

[corncobman]

Pg 404

Trapping The Dark, Snapping At The Bark

Big mama, let's pray,
Doesn't change her mind.
Don't let her come this way,
Leaving her cub behind.

Let us also hope that
The mage guy knows his stuff,
That he can control that
Kade when push comes to shove.

The mage man concentrates,
Eyes closed in solemnity.
A trap for the spirit state,
Sinks stakes for the entity.

"Now you stay put there."
He says dusting his hands.
Ensure it's rooted there
The intangible revenant.

Finding imperfections,
The bear matriarch.
Shifting directions,
She chews up the bark.

[Maglor]

A bit of my translations here. Asking for misstakeshooting.

Spoiler: show

1
Centuries are gone.
Frostbite on a heart.
Do you copy, Earth?
This is Voyager-1.
Answer me, come on,
Please, just answer now.
I enjoyed the road, but seems I've gone to far,
I found no other guiding light but this one, shining from my start.
Oh, so far I am -
Billions of vyorsts
Thousand years away.
All the stars are old,
Like a second-hand,
While I need the first.
I am here alone,
Uninvited guest,
Studying the life, traversing along.
Sounds like a revenge
 
Prechorus
Cuz your radio went silent. I am crying like a starfall.
I'm forgotten, I am wounded hundredlightmilleniafold.
I can't feel your gravitation, with the starwind I am gone a-
-way, right over the event horizon of yours.
 
Chorus
And I am loosing the trace,
Because I left you so long ago.
Of all the other planets you are the best.
I'm looking back, and you're not there anymore,
I can not find you again.
And I am loosing the trace,
Because I left you so long ago.
Of all the other planets you are the best.
I'm looking back, and you're not there anymore,
Your trace is all that I've got,
I can not find you again.
 
2
With my ribs around
Singularity,
All the worlds of ours -
I'll eat them with it,
Swallowing it all,
Like abysmal bowl.
Two-octillion tonn
Of cargo is on my soul.
Gotta carry it all along.
I am asking for just a single sign,
Answer me, come on,
Please, just answer now.
I can not go on,
It's so cold around.
I just want a call,
I can't hear a sound.
Do you copy, Earth?
Oh, my sweet home, hear me howling there,
This is Voyager.
 
Prechorus
But your radio went silent. I am crying like a starfall.
I'm forgotten, I am wounded hundredlightmilleniafold.
I can't feel your gravitation, with the starwind I am gone a-
-way, right over the event horizon of yours.
 
Chorus
And I am loosing the trace,
Because I left you so long ago.
Of all the other planets you are the best.
I'm looking back, and you're not there anymore,
I can not find you again.
And I am loosing the trace,
Because I left you so long ago.
Of all the other planets you are the best.
I'm looking back, and you're not there anymore,
Your trace is all that I've got,
I can not find you again.