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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1695 on: July 12, 2021, 10:05:36 PM »
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Something's Fishy, Is It Itchy?

The shadow monster irked,
Obviously somethings up.
Observing it as it jerks,
"What is it doing?" asks the pup.

Bending, shaking, twitchy,
With its unnatural spasms.
Reynir thinks it's itchy,
Onni dripping with sarcasm.

Within it, there's movement,
The bones stir, vitalised.
To Tuuri's inducements,
The old skeleton can rise.

The shade suddenly bites
Down at the body of its own.
Lashing out, the wight,
Escapees won't be condoned.

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Had Enough by The Who (with some changes)

I've had enough of forcefield guys
I've had enough of playing along
I've had enough, I'm gonna make you suffer

Ooh, I've had enough now, understood?
I'm stopping everything, I'm gonna get ya good
Goin' undercover, tryin' to find grandmother

Life is for killing
Takers never willing

Magicians' efforts'll be a bust
Ensi is turning into dust
If you got on the inside of me, already blown your cover

I've had enough of bein' coerced on
My massive face is gonna get ya gone
If you think I'm weak, well, there I'm gonna have you smothered

Life is for killing
Takers never willing

Fooling no-one but yourselves
You are dying

Here comes the end
Here comes the end of the world

I'm gettin' sick of this universe
Ain't gonna get better; it's gonna get worse
And the world's gonna sink with the weight of the Kade space

Hate and fear in every face
I'm gettin' ready and I'm on the chase
If you think you're getting better, can you leave this place?

Fooling no-one  but yourselves
Dove is dying

Here comes the end
Here comes the end
Here comes the end of the world
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1696 on: July 14, 2021, 10:17:08 PM »
Pg 459

Did It Commit Seppuku? Never Mind, It's Too Good To Be True

It explodes into bits,
Its shadows ignited.
At first glimpse,
It just suicided?

But the small shades reform,
Combining with the eyes.
Thus assembling a swarm,
Kades of smaller size.

Never mind, it didn't.
'Twas too good to be true.
Powers much more persistant
Than were initially construed.

Coming apart like feathers,
Flock the lesser silhouettes.
Now the three have to weather,
A different kind of threats.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1697 on: July 16, 2021, 02:03:22 AM »
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Damned Shades To Spare, Grandma's Not There

Set sweeping, scrambling,
The swarm shades sculpted.
Animals resembling
Like luontos corrupted.

From the eyes gradually,
The foulness takes form.
Embodying individually,
And joining the storm.

Out from one being cast,
A little sprite sticks.
She emerges intact,
Escaping from her fix.

From the lank incorporeal,
And elongated limbs.
No link genealogical
Can be found now within.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1698 on: July 18, 2021, 10:28:50 PM »
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Escaping Grandmother, Unseen By The Others

The shadow crane darts,
Away from the others.
Tuuri begs someone to start
Noticing it's grandmother!

"Hey! Hey! You guys!"
"Over here!" She pleads.
But the shade dashes by
Before it can be freed.

Meanwhile the squad's got
Bigger problems to contend.
They sure enough have not
Any spare attention to send.

Reynir, the rune spellsmith,
Rushed by a moose that sprang.
His fylgia just repelled it
With a headbutting "TWANGG!"
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1699 on: July 19, 2021, 10:14:57 PM »
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Everyone's Split, Grandma's Cheesing It!

The impact results
In the shade dispersing.
The eye of the occult,
Clearly intact, reversing.

The doggo pair catapulted
Into the drink with a splash.
The others being assaulted
As they try to make a dash.

"Stop her!" Tuuri-bird yet
Cries, "She's running away!"
They don't heed her, instead,
Scattering all in disarray.

The only one keeping an eye on
Grandma is alone with no help.
With no-one else to rely on,
She has to follow, herself.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1700 on: July 21, 2021, 10:56:47 PM »
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Keep Her Tied, Peck Her In The Eye

Tuuri tries to get past
The crane in egress.
Trying to work fast
Else it'll all be useless.

She pecks at the mouth-eye
In an effort to detain.
Thus keeping grandma tied,
Responding to the pain.

Snapping as she flaps,
Pecking, being a nuisance.
So that before long perhaps
Others can bring solutions.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1701 on: July 22, 2021, 10:29:10 PM »
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Crane Persuaded, Kade Recreated

Tuuri lures the shade
Back again to be nearer.
Successfully persuaded,
Maybe now they'll hear her.

The group dynamic hindered,
In the free-for-all scuffle.
Reconstituting from the splinters,
The Kade watches them get ruffled.

The Luonto's get stuck in,
The Icelander making retreat.
A big worm slowly forms up
In the confusion in peace.

Meanwhile in the rubble,
Surma no more such a menace.
The mama bear untroubled,
She will have her vengeance...
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1702 on: July 26, 2021, 12:00:51 AM »
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Lying Limbs Splayed, Try To Inch Away

Recovery do be slow,
Orientation randomised.
Their limbs all akimbo,
In a position compromised.

Quick, quiet, they rouse,
While they try to extricate.
Sigun pointing the way out
Before mama becomes activated.

Towards the door, therein
Is found the exit bay.
Ere the bear gets its bearings,
They try to sneak, sneak away...
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1703 on: July 26, 2021, 10:08:50 PM »
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Mama Bear Roars, Surma Stirs Once More

The ursine headless
Observes their tiptoes.
Mama bear relentless,
Spots them by the windows.

She roars her disdain
At the smuggling foes.
The din rouses Surma again,
Will they come to more blows?
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1704 on: July 29, 2021, 02:51:29 AM »
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Battle Of The Bosses, Swatting Monster Tosses

As they lumber toward the door,
In the day's dwindling light.
Bear mama charging ever more
Still itching for a bite.

Surma rises, rankling at its height,
At the ursine mother's roars.
Swinging talons to with full might,
To settle their started scores.

Swiping at the titan it dwarfs,
Tossing like a rag-doll miniscule.
With such substantial force,
Stony, savage, callous, cruel.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1705 on: July 29, 2021, 10:33:34 PM »
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Tornado Frenzy, Destruction Aplenty

A terrible slam
Of the absolute unit.
Slash attacks spammed,
Furniture movement.

In a crazed furor.
Whirlwind tempestuous.
Mother bear injured,
In watchful tenseness.

"Didn't notice us, go!"
She whispers to them frantic.
Locked in are Sigrun and co.
And Surma's on to their antics.

To the klak-klak-klak-ing,
Their yanks, reckless abuses.
Turning to them, tracking,
"Sh!" - or they'll be executed!
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1706 on: August 02, 2021, 01:22:41 AM »
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The Grappling Starts, 'Till Death Do They Part

Still in mid flare-up,
Surma's sonic tantrum,
The matriarch bear ups
And, biting, clamps on.

Smashing to the floor,
But the claws go gripping.
Now in attritional war,
Both go into flesh ripping.

In a death-grip, hateful,
Enemies held close.
Until it becomes fatal
For one, other, or both.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1707 on: August 03, 2021, 01:04:50 AM »
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Pelt Intervention, Felt In Digestion

To get the door to release,
The group pull and jab.
Forking uselessly seized,
They futilely poke and grab.

The headless bear-beast
Leaps from the rafters.
A disembowelled fleece,
Lands on Surma for afters.

Enswathed, the bear pelt
Onto the head of the colossus.
Beginning to dissolve and melt
Under its digestive process.

Outside of this new struggle,
The mother bear is tossed.
As its flesh hisses and bubbles,
Death's head turning to sauce.

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Jump by Van Halen (with some changes)

I get up
And mama's throwin' down
You ain't so tough
She's been the toughest all around

And I know
Baddy you're gonna squeal
You're gonna fo-oh-old
As I munch ya
And get to my meal

Ah, you can't see me standin' here
I got your back as I'm watching the scene
You ain't the worst that I've seen
Ah, can't you see that I'm mean?

Ah, might as well jump
Jump!
Might as well jump
Go ahead and jump
Jump!
Go ahead and jump

Ow, oh, hey, you! You feel that?
Baddy, how's your skin?
I say you don't kno-oh-ow
You won't know until I begin

So ya can't see me landing here
I got your back as I digest your proteins
You ain't the worst that I've seen
Ah, can't you see that I'm mean?

Ah, might as well chomp
Chomp!
Go ahead and chomp
Might as well chomp
Chomp!
Go ahead and chomp
Chomp!

[instrumental]

Might as well chomp
Chomp!
Go ahead and chomp
Get bitten, chomp
Chomp!
Go ahead and chomp

Chomp!
Chomp!
Chomp!
Chomp!
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1708 on: August 04, 2021, 10:20:25 PM »
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Over Bearing, Daggers Paring

The rug-bear still leeching,
While Mama regains lucidity.
Surma's long claws reaching
At the attaching flaccidity.

Mother spectates in horror,
Sounds of ripping and tearing.
The talons slicing and scoring
Lacerating death over bearing.

Slashed, slivered at Surma's hands.
Serrated, sliced by the brutish thing.
Together they may stand a chance,
But separated, they're diminishing.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1709 on: August 05, 2021, 09:51:52 AM »
My poetical translation of Marina Tsvetayeva

I would kiss 'em gangsters, bandits, beggars, thiefs,
I would paint the town red, it's fine by me!
Bring your worst to me, and I will beg for more
For refusing isn't what my lips are for!
 
Untill I'm young -
I dance.
Never say no.
Always - yes!
 
I don't care if you're being down and out of breath,
For I am as indiscriminate as death!
They say you're a robber. I say - it's ok.
This is not the worst those people have to say.
 
Why should I care
You have hooves and horns?!
Always say yes.
Never - no!
 
It's a guiltless blood I can not stand to see.
It's the punisher who I will never kiss!
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