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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1710 on: August 06, 2021, 12:12:16 AM »
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Rended Into Tatters, Ending As A Spatter

Mother bear watching.
But watching powerlessly.
Flesh and fur swatches
Get shredded mercilessly.

The slivers and carvings
Of what used to be...
One of mother's darlings
Now scattered messily.

Mutated bear adolescent
Was never, ever, a match.
Surma was hardly contested.
Worth barely a scratch.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1711 on: August 15, 2021, 11:45:04 PM »
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Losing Control, Cross The River Of Souls

The face-off epic
Between Surma and bear,
Overshadowed, eclipsed,
By the crane of despair.

Chasing the sprite chick
In its mouthy glare.
As they cross the Styx,
Ferrying without a fare.

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Kade Eye Fused (based on Summertime Blues by Alan Jackson)

Well, I'm a gonna race from the belovedly departed
It's really been a bummer, it's over before it started
Every time I call my granny, to try to get her awake
The eye says, no, I'll hunt you across this lake

Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the Kade eye fused

Well, we came together and made a plan, we had some join our party
It's turning into chaos, it's a demolition derby
Well it doesn't look so good, cause they're coming fast and thick
Now she's coming after me and we have to make it quick

Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the Kade eye fused

I tried to use my beak, no-one heard my narration
We gotta massive problem needing concentration
Well I think it's my grandma with an eye in her throat
I'd like to get someone but the chances look remote

Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the Kade eye fused

Well, I'm a gonna race from the anciently departed
It's really been a bummer, just us all broken-hearted

Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the Kade eye fused

Yeah, sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the Kade eye fused
No, there ain't no cure for the Kade eye fused
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1712 on: August 22, 2021, 11:50:53 PM »
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Look Out Below, Just Watching The Show

The sun lying low,
A peaceful panorama.
Shattered by a blow
From the mother in trauma.

Into the valley they go,
Surma launched by mama.
Plummeting down below,
Bound, life's anathema.

Through fragmented window,
Watching all the drama.
No due language apropos
For the antecedent fracas.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1713 on: August 25, 2021, 01:06:33 AM »
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Problem Not Fixed, Help Her Deal With This

The pair of giants in mid-brawl
No longer have them in their minds.
One will win and survive it all
So a problem unsolved, you'll find.

Meaning this is now their chance,
To regroup, and make it out of there.
But some are in the dreamland trance,
With nightmares in their hair.

Sprite in the middle of a rout,
Mages in eye shadow combat.
To her brother, calling out...
Please, help her deal with that!
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1714 on: August 26, 2021, 12:28:46 AM »
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Splintering Strike, Lingering Demon-like

Spear of light thrusting,
The mage strikes the shade.
Lightning conducting
As the shadows get unmade.

The eye still glows, lingering,
The darkness not dispersed.
Reforming from the splintering
Black feathers, twilight-curst.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1715 on: August 26, 2021, 10:37:32 PM »
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A Messy Show, A Friendly Hello

The pair keeping one eye on
The blobbed eyeball throng,
As it regrows ever higher,
Larger, dozen shadows strong.

The Kade fragments reunite,
In the face of the not-friends.
But then up from the heights
An orange figure decends.

With a haughty splash,
And a muttering of laments.
They've made such a hash
What a mess of events.

"Uh, hello." said bemused,
Reynir ushered to be hushed.
Tuonela swan unenthused
Could have them all crushed.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1716 on: August 30, 2021, 12:52:21 AM »
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Not Here For You, Only Those Past Due

The swan's here to slaughter,
And take all of their souls.
Sorry, it already saw them,
But it's not here for that goal.

For taking souls out of turn,
The snooty swan doesn't like to.
It's a great deal more concerned
With those that are past their due.

Upon hearing this news, Reynir,
With a wave of relief washed.
For this moment it's unclear,
Whose will it take, when it takes off?
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1717 on: August 30, 2021, 11:56:14 PM »
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Ask For A Bail Out, Alas, Only For The Fallout

If it's here for the souls,
Can it help them take down the thing?
It's not allowed to be so helpful,
Only for the aftermath gathering.

The swan cannot get involved with
Earthly dealings so crude.
They're on their own to resolve it
"Figure it out.", my dudes.

"I cannot tell you." It says,
As it fies off to the shadiness.
They'll have to do it some way,
Unassisted, nevertheless.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1718 on: September 02, 2021, 12:35:24 AM »
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Rules To Be Fudged, Duo Need A Nudge

The red swan advances
On the black territory.
Takes a backwards glace,
Saying contemplatory...

"Now why would I fly up here?"
Checking if they listen.
Are the hints any more clear?
Bothered by their indecision.

They glance unsure, the pair,
Confused at the bird's call.
Now why would it fly there,
And say anything at all?
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1719 on: September 02, 2021, 01:11:58 AM »
Corncob, my man.
I'm not a poetry guy but damn.
You are so dedicated and prolific, you have my enormous respect.
Keep on keepin on.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1720 on: September 04, 2021, 08:34:06 AM »
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Trailing The Crossed Swan, Scaling The Colossus Some

On the edge of blackness
They make their way to climb.
The swan watches the hapless
Mage duo take their time.

The Fylgia and Luonto
Watch on in bemusement,
As the pair grab onto
The formation lying dormant.

Catching up the swan steely,
Sitting, brooding, smug.
And so they scale, feeling
For a method to pull the plug.

Thanks for the kind words!
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1721 on: September 06, 2021, 12:25:40 AM »
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Into The Tunnels, Further Funnelled

No sooner do they reach than
The swan flaps from them further.
Deeper into the breach then,
Acting as dog and cat-herder.

Into the adumbral passages,
On the swooping spirit's rear.
Forward following fathomless
The spectral cygnus austere.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1722 on: September 06, 2021, 11:24:24 PM »
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The Shadows Shift, Sealing Up The Rift

Following still the orange
Swan leading them engrossed.
With them deep in the warrens,
The aperture starts to close.

The sticky shadows seal up,
Like inky oozing tar.
The crane raises its beak up,
Spying the fissure from afar.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1723 on: September 08, 2021, 11:00:53 PM »
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Don't You Dare! Bursting Into The Air

Granny crane goes hastening,
The rushing bird flies fleetly.
Before the portal opening
Passageway shuts completely.

"Stop!", Onni demanding,
"Don't go back into it!"
Trying to keep it planted,
But he goes right through it.

He only delayed momentarily
Before it dematerialised.
Into fragments contrarily
Right before his very eyes.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1724 on: September 09, 2021, 10:15:11 PM »
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The Sprite Chased, Bumped In Its Face!

The little sprite calls:
"I'll get her!", she chases.
The mad shade tries its all
To return to its dark places.

But before it can reach,
The fissure 'SHWLOPS' in sealing.
There! No more an open breach,
And the impact leaves it reeling.
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