Poetry collection

[corncobman]

Pg 486

Entry Withheld, Scratchy Shell

The frantic floundering
Crane crumples in a heap.
Its return squandering,
No way to go back to sleep.

The pairof siblings spectate,
The giant shadow in excrescence.
Scratching the impact site defaced,
With a complete lack of cognizance.

Looking up, isolated, forlorn,
As the wisp leviathan sits.
Stranded, solitary, torn,
Overdue in rejoining it.

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Pg 487

Follow The Swan's Cues, Sticking To Their Shoes

While the behemoth sits still,
The boys inside plod along.
Deep in the cavernous filth,
Sticky, slimy, dripping, wrong.

On the back of the swan,
Pair holding their tongues.
How far have the three gone?
They continue to be strung.

There's scarcely any life signs,
This abstract path extended.
Just a swan on a straight line,
To what point, to what end?

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Mystic Trackers In Dripping Caverns

In a damaged vessel along a foul wind
Arrival in the mystic nightmare spawn
Shifting evils, chameleonic sins
The fleeting way, tailgate the keeper swan

Nasty, drippy, sticky, revolting underfoot
Deeper dragged into the cavernous void
To oppose the rot at its very root
Fortune shouldered by two unlikely boys

Press they ahead with no alternative
By design or fate, the annoying truth
Release the dead, seperate souls to give
Salvation placed in doubtful hands of youths

No utterance, only a pair to lead
A covenant and a host to be freed

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Pg 488

Mixed Signals, Fixed Wiggles

Round the catacomb pools,
They dash in calm pursuit.
Into this crypt of fools,
They plot their gloomy route.

Where are they headed? Where?
Asks Reynir in curiosity.
"Nowhere," the swan declares,
It says: "Stop following me!"

It hovers at a specific spot,
Its wing-tips almost guiding.
This'll be all the help they've got,
Saying no but still inviting...

[corncobman]

489

Swan Diving Dip, Inquiries Skipped

Surly cygnus staring,
Guardian gazes grim.
Purposefully preparing,
Selecting to swim.

Pooling in particular,
Here in this horrid hive.
A stern silent stickler,
Due destination to derive.

Before the boy can blurt,
To take a bit of its time...
His hesitation hardly heard,
Drowned out by the dive.

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Pg 490

The Distance Defeats Him, The Way Is Beneath Him

They both glance aside.
Wordless, questioning.
For this water slide,
Their keenness lessening.

The Icelander takes a dunk,
For a precursory look.
The distance has him sunk,
A dark tunnel has him shook.

Do they go channel-hopping
Through a watery fog?
He re-emerges sopping,
Like a wet shaking dog.

Uncertainty is that way,
Through the burrow ahead.
Lalli acting most blasé,
Arms crossed, at the pleb.

[corncobman]

Page 491

Opinions Terse, Fully Submersed

Lalli advocates,
Standing stock firm,
For them to wait
Until the swan returns.

No putting it to a vote,
Swiftly he unbuttons.
Reynir takes off his coat
Without any discussion.
 
They cannot afford
To wait for another path.
He dives straight forward,
With a massive splash.

The tender of sheep,
Going to such extremes.
Taking a breath deep,
Lalli also submarines.

[corncobman]

Pg 492

Forced To Exert, A Little Squirt

Kicking, plumbing the depths.
Arms stretched, diving deeper...
Madly making the lengths,
While closing his peepers.

The feline scout descends,
Before they get lost.
There's light at the end,
Underwater tunnel crossed.

The swan sitting, waiting.
Paddling leisurely, free.
Reynir quietly contemplating
While Lalli emerges rapidly.

Inside another cave system,
The quasi-spelunkers.
An ethereal to assist them,
What is the next juncture?

[corncobman]

Pg 493

Take Your Hand Dear Chap And Give The Eye A Jab

In the middle of their view
An obvious orbish mouth.
From it flowing fluids spew,
Like a fountain, spilling out.

Forming a great saliva pool,
In which they're swimming about.
Paddling clear in the drool
Still is the latecomer scout.

What are they supposed to do
About the mouthy looking thing?
Shrugging swan give them a clue...
Giving a poke, its eye must sting.

The task seems clear as crystal,
All they have to do is try.
The maybe mates most magical
Have to stick it inna eye!

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Pg 494

Hold On A Minute, Stick Your Arm In It

Reynir climbs up the wall
Of the tear-shedding eye.
Hoping to bring the downfall
By running the orb dry.

He leans on the iris,
Peers through the aperture.
A gleaming phosphorescence
Of an unexplained lustre.

After this discovery
With this dim, damp sighting...
Hoping to recover it,
By jamming an arm right in!

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Pg 495

His Feet Lalli Hold, Is Reynir A Dolt?

He can't reach the thing,
Lalli! Hold his legs.
Reynir's not waiting,
He's already dunked his head!

Is he stupid? Lalli cursed
As he struggles to hold.
Nearly completely submerged,
Almost out of control.

The Icelander retrieves
The object in question.
Wouldn't you believe?
Bird bones in suspension.

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Pg 496

As Quick As A Blink, Drop-kicked Into The Drink

A less than ideal outcome,
For the Finnish toothpick.
Suction on the mage dumb
Giving Lalli a swift kick!

The cat loses his grip,
From the occulus sphere.
Causing them both to slip
Right into the pool of tears.

"I got it!" Reynir quips,
Clasping the bones long-gone.
Those remains he must give
To the smouldering swan

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Pg 497

Hand Over The Bones, No Running Zone

"Uh...okay." hesitant
Is the Icelandic dope.
Passing over the remnant
For their objective in hope.

Meanwhile outside the beast,
The dark crane is blockaded.
North, south, west and east,
Don't let her escape it!

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Pg 498

With Each Shake Of It, Don't Know What To Make Of It

The bones are snapped rabidly,
Being shaken with furiosity.
The pair left gaping stupidly,
In mixed horror and curiosity.

Internally embroiled,
Bearing disturbing witness.
In the midst of the turmoil,
The beast still lifeless.

The bones like feathers break,
A transformation unsealed.
With each succesive shake
The pure glow is revealed.

[corncobman]

Pg 499

Cracks In The Floor, Breach In The Core

The swan catapulted
The white sprite derived.
Bird spirit resulting,
It springs into life.

The unsettling side-effect,
Causing cracks in the ground.
Through the shadow, defects,
The splintering resounds.

Where two float unconcerned,
The rupturing expands.
The inner landscape churned
From where only Lalli stands.

From its very dark heart,
The glow permeates through.
Outside, splitting, scarred,
As the light inside grew.

[Maglor]

A-a-a-and I'm back with another translation

Oh, beneath the weeping willow,
Warrior was lying there.
Oh-oh, beneath the willow,
Warrior was lying there.
 
Raven was there circling over.
It was croaking over him.
It was thinking, it was over.
It was waiting for a meal.
 
Stop your mournful croaking, Raven,
Stop you circling in the sky.
Oh-oh, stop it, Raven.
Fly away. I'm still alive.
 
Fly away, away, you, Raven,
There you'll find my parent's house.
Take my shawl, soar up and take it
To my young and tender wife.
 
Fly away and tell her, Raven -
I have married the other girl.
In the prairie, I have married -
That's what you'll be telling her.
 
Oh, the wedding was so quiet,
Right beneath the willow tree.
Oh-oh, it was so quiet
Right beneath the willow tree.
 
Oh, my trusty saber wooed us,
My best man was a bayonet
Oh-oh, the saber wooed us,
My best man was a bayonet
 
We've been married by the bullet.
We've been married by the grave.
We've been married by the bullet.
We've been married by the grave.

[corncobman]

Pg 500

Birdy Sprite Hatched, Emerging Swan Snatched

A cannon of water blasts
From the spectre of curse.
Forth the hulking mass
Like a broken weir burst.

Erupting into the air
Is the spirit swan being.
Good luck to the pair
Without the power of wings.

The crane and flankers
Spectate the waterfall gush.
No compass, no anchor,
No longer in such a rush.

Floaty eyeballs, lost souls,
From the fluids doth spill.
Was the bargain made whole?
Make of that what you will.

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Pg 501

Display, Air Control - Away, Or Lose Your Soul

The sentient eyeballs fly
From the box of Pandora.
The swan does a fly-by
On the school of remora.

Snapping up the suckers,
Gathering into its beak.
Ascending and plucking
While strafing oblique.

The cygnus doubles round,
Swooping down to the waves.
Attention to the sound
Of the dire warning it gave.

Wings outstretched, it assails.
Gathering speed as it falls.
Out of way or get impaled,
Foolish featherless bipedal!