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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #45 on: September 07, 2014, 07:56:50 PM »
I wrote a quick poem for page 177. I was going to add more stanzas until I couldn't remember what I was going to write. So now I'm writing a second one.

Clouds

The clouds are rolling in.
Obscuring from view a hint -
Or a clue!
Of what will happen next.

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #46 on: September 09, 2014, 05:55:44 AM »
Page: 178
Author: Sir.Orc

The beasts retain their form
And prowl within the cold
So beware them in the storm
For the cover makes them bold

The trolls hide if they can
Safe from the cold and light
Things that once were man
Waiting for a bite

The giants are unique
Rare and terrible to see
For prey they spread and seek
And all things from them flee
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #47 on: September 09, 2014, 04:30:00 PM »
Page 178

The stay-puft mallow-man
A towering menace looms
He tried to think of a harmless thing
But he may have sealed their doom

Should we just try to get him laid?
He's a sailor in new york!
No! We should cross our energy beams
And turn him into pork
- by Peter Houlihan


Page 179

Past the bridge of no return, no backward glances
The things they've seen till now are at an end
Past all thought of 'If' or 'When', no use resisting
Abandon thought and let odd stuff begin

What raging fire shall flood the trolls?
What riches shall they find before?
What awful perils lie before them

Past the bridge of no return, the final threshold
What of the Silent World will they learn?
Beyond the bridge of no return

They've been brought here, to that moment when spirits are high
To that moment when they are excited...excited
They have come here, hardly knowing the reason why
In their minds they've already imagined the awesome adventure
Standing still and silent now they are here, ready
No second thoughts, they've decided...decided.

Past the bridge of no return, no going back now
The epic trek has now at last begun
Past all thought of safe and sound, one final question
How long will the five wait before they're six?

When will they know the journey's end?
The hungry beast burst into flame?
I hope the beasts will not consume them.

Past the point of no return, the final threshold
The bridge is crossed, (Emil, don't make it burn,)
They've passed the bridge of no return
- by SparkyDragon
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #48 on: September 15, 2014, 04:46:27 AM »
Written by: Karen Lauger

Öresund bridge is falling down
Falling Down, falling down
Öresund bridge is falling down
Captain lady

Build it up with iron and steel
Iron and steel, iron and steel
Build it up with iron and steel
Captain lady

Trolls and beast will break it up
Break it up, break it up
Trolls and beast will break it up
Captain lady

Emil will them with fire burn
With fire burn, with fire burn
Emil will them with fire burn
Captain lady

Fire will the tank destroy
Tank destroy, tank destroy
Fire will the tank destroy
Captain lady

Drive through flames with mighty speed
Mighty speed, mighty speed
Drive through flames with mighty speed
Captain Lady

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #49 on: September 24, 2014, 11:40:12 AM »
Page 182



She's tall, she's fantastic!
Brave and estatic!

Friendly as can be
From the nordic sea!
Everyone come near
Captain Eide is here!

She kills the trolls with her bare hands
Trekked all across the silent lands
So awesome! So grand!
Come and shake her hand!
She's the great Captain Eide!

She's fast, and so clever
Cowardly? Never!
She's the bravest of them all
Always standing tall
Little ones have no fear!
Captain Eide is here!

She kills the trolls with her bare hands
Trekked all across the silent lands
So awesome! So grand!
Come and shake her hand!
Come and meet the great Captain Eide!
- by Sir. Orc



Page 189

Onni, Onni, brother dear
Oh how I wish that you were here
Sad, and crying
But still trying
To fake an ounce of cheer
Onni, Onni, brother dear
-by Sir. Orc


Page 191

How dare you doubt my skill?
I'll prove you wrong! Just wait and see!
I'll drive so well! Oh yes I will!
After all, how hard can it be?

Just shift the gear to forward!
*Crunch* Oh wait, I think that's reverse
Just gotta turn around
*Screech!* Well I guess things can't get worse...
*Bang* *Smash* *clatter*

Just need to make this turn
*thunk* ...aaand we can get underway
I know I can do this, I know I can!
*R-rrr-BANG!" I can learn to drive today!

How dare you doubt my skill?
I'll prove you wrong! Just wait and see!
I'll drive so well! Oh yes I will!
After all, how hard can it be?

Hmph, Torbjorn runs pretty fast
*Screaming* ... so does Trond for an old guy
Taru is surprisingly sprightly
Oh stop whining Emil! We're not gonna die!
*VROOM*

There we go! I told you so!
Across the bridge easy as pie!
*swerve* oops, um, I meant to do that
Say, how did we wind up in the sky?
*Crash*

So you thought to doubt my skill?
I'll prove you wrong! Just wait and see!
I'll drive so well! Oh yes I will!
After all, how hard can it be?
*crash* *cringe*
Sorry Torbjorn!
- by Sir. Orc


Page 192

Face cancer is something i've heard of before.
Oh, It is Mikkel again, doing his chore.
What is he even doing here , he is not my employee.
If he was I would fire him again in one, two, three.

You spit on my face, where is your grace?
And it can't be helped that Emil knows not so much.
That is why i am here, don't you dare to touch.

Ohh, you are one of them.
They who want to get rich and still see their familly again.
Unauthorized loothing is a way I approve to go.
But wasting my time, is for fanden no.

me:
I don't even like rappers, but not that it matters.
Olsen and Mikkel can have a battle for the thrill, but if something breaks I won't pay the bill.
- by RumbleRose


Page 200

Sigrun the Choir
With an outdoor voice dire
Volunteered indoors
- by Charisma
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #50 on: September 30, 2014, 01:40:38 PM »
Expanded version of the above from Page 185, again by Sir.Orc:

She's the bravest, she's the best!
She's a cut above the rest!
So awesome! So grand!
Come and shake her hand!
She's the great Captain Eide!

She hails from the nordic sea
Brave and friendly as can be
With hair red as flame, and heart afire
She slays the beasts of evil dire.
The wondrous Captain Eide

With catlike tread and catlike grin
In the end she'll always win
Full of boisterous wondrous cheer
Never does her heart know fear
The bravest Captain Eide

She's the bravest, she's the best
She's a cut above the rest!
So awesome! So grand!
Come and shake her hand!
She's the great Captain Eide!

She's killed four trolls with her bare hands
Trekked all across the silent lands
She lives for the glory of the fight
Against the monsters of the night
The lovely Captain Eide

So little ones rejoice with cheer
For now you get to meet her here
And so without further ado
To all we now present to you!
The greatest Captain Eide!

She's the bravest, she's the best
She's a cut above the rest!
So awesome! So grand!
Come and shake her hand!
Come and meet the marvelous
Come and meet the wonderous
The bravest
The grandest

The Great Captain Eide!
*fireworks*

"The music of what happens," said great Fionn, "that is the finest music in the world."
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #51 on: October 18, 2014, 08:26:20 PM »
@page 190

Tuuri is worried about Onni-oniisan.
Onni is at Keuruu, not excactly knowing what they have done.
Lalli is doing some magic to connect to his Hotakainen bro,
Will it work out; is Lalli a pro?

The thought of fire makes a cleanser smile
if you want to set things on fire, wait just a little while

Emil Västerström, you have learned something today.
faces are vulnerable too.
Mikkel already told you,
but you didn't listen to what he had to say.


-RumbleRose


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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #52 on: October 21, 2014, 01:25:27 PM »
From the estimable slim kittens, on p. 195:


What Does the Troll Say?

Köttur goes "mjá"
Kat goes "mjav"
Katter go "mjau"
And kissa goes "nau"

But there's one sound
That no one knows

What does the troll say?

"Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!
Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!
Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!"

"Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!
Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!
Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!"

"Joff-tchoff-tchoffo-tchoffo-tchoff!
Tchoff-tchoff-tchoffo-tchoffo-tchoff!
Joff-tchoff-tchoffo-tchoffo-tchoff!"

"Fraka-kaka-kaka-kaka-kow!
Fraka-kaka-kaka-kaka-kow!
Fraka-kaka-kaka-kaka-kow!"
"The music of what happens," said great Fionn, "that is the finest music in the world."
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #53 on: October 23, 2014, 03:03:23 AM »
Following in Karen Lauger's footsteps,
Richard Weir gave us an update on "London Bridge," inspired by the destruction on p. 201.

Øresundsbron is falling down, falling down, falling down;
Øresundsbron is falling down, My fair Captain!

Build it up with wooden piles, wooden piles, wooden piles;
Build it up with wooden piles, My fair Captain!

Wooden piles will creak and krakks! Creak and krakks! Creak and krakks!
Wooden piles will creak and krakks! My fair Captain!

Hit the gas and run away, run away, run away!
Hit the gas and run away, My fair Driver.

Øresundsbron is falling down, falling down, falling down;
Øresundsbron is falling down, My fair Captain!
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"The music of what happens," said great Fionn, "that is the finest music in the world."
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #54 on: October 24, 2014, 08:26:44 AM »
Page 203

Take me on a magic carpet ride
through flood and dark
to the other side
where adventure waits.
Let me not say
i wish i was elsewhere but here.
Let me say
what comes to pass will make me stronger
and the people i walk with, my brothers.
- by White Mouse





Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip,
That started from this Danish port,
A cat tank for a ship.

The mage was a cat in human form,
The Swede had magic hair,
If not for the driving of a little Finn,
The crew would go nowhere.

The broken bridge began to fail,
The mecha-cat was tossed,
Not by skill but just dumb luck,
Kept them from being lost.

Their task is fairly simple
But harder than it looks:
Avoid the giants, beasts and trolls
And get the pricey books

No cat, no food, no salary,
Few bare necessities,
All to lift the veil of fear,
And archaeology.

So come with our five misfits
Into the Silent World,
With Tuuri,
The Captain too,
The Sparkly Swede with the bombs,
The farmer/healer and the mage...
And maybe someone else too?
- by slim kittens


Page 206


He walks among the stars
He saw their secrets shine
Young mage come forth now
Reach out and take what's thine

He sees among the shadows
He pierced the veil of light
Young mage come forth now
Reach out and set things right

For you hold the gift of gods
Of the spirits and the dead
So remember well
The price we paid
So that here you might tread

He talks in silent tongues
He heard the things they say
Young mage come forth now
Reach out and show the way

He listens to the old song
He heard it in the frost
Young mage come forth now
Reach out and help the lost

For you hold the gift of gods
Of the spirits and the dead
So remember well
The price we paid
So that here you might tread

He treads in hidden brooks
He looked within the cave
Young mage come forth now
Remember what we gave?

You listened to the old song
You pierced the veil of light
Young mage we ask now
That you help set things right

For you hold the gift of gods
That much will always be true
So a gift we ask
For what we gave
It's all we ask of you
-by Sir. Orc

Page 211



Laili had a glowing knife,
Laili had to fight for life.
Laili fought an icky moose,
Laili shook that troll-thing loose,
-by Betty Adams



They seek it here, they seek it there,
It’s never loud, but be aware:
It will take and break you in a way that you'll detest,
'Cause it's a dedicated monster in that fashion.

And when it lays its little traps,
'Round all the dreams off all the maps,
Eagerly pursuing the unwary to the death,
'Cause it's a dedicated monster in that fashion.

Oh yes it is (oh yes it is), oh yes it is (oh yes it is).
It thinks Lalli’s a flower to be plucked up,
And when it wraps its frilly kelp-like mantle round him tight,
It feels a dedicated monster in that fashion.

-by Greenwood Goat
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #55 on: November 05, 2014, 12:38:38 PM »
Page 211



In the deepest dreams lie darkness,
like the bottom of a lake.
A lake so deep you cannot ever see it end.

And barely slipping, only slighly
in the shadows down below
will let the spiteful spirit-creatures soon ascend.

Oh, all the deepest dreams are black
like ink, you cannot see yourself,
the darkest water steals your strenght and steals your breath.

The hands that drags you surely downwards
pushes air out from your lungs
will show you clearly, dreaming deeply is your death.
-by me (ThisCat)




Beware the lurkers of the deep
The enemies of man
The Hiisi now no longer sleep
And they will kill you if they can

Beware the hidden enemy
The heralds of the rash
The Hiisi now at last are free
And they will turn the world to ash

In the darkest depths
In the blackest night
Their hands reach from the shadows
To snuff out the light

In the coldest seas
In the wicked heart
The Hiisi linger reaching
To tear the world apart

Beware the lurkers of the deep
The enemies of man
The Hiisi now no longer sleep
And they will kill you if they can

Beware the hidden enemy
The heralds of the rash
The Hiisi now at last are free
And they will turn the world to ash

In the harshest storm
In the coldest frost
Their hands reach from the waters
To prey on the lost

In the heat of summer
In the light of fire
The Hiisi linger waiting
Destruction their desire

Beware the lurkers of the deep
The enemies of man
The Hiisi now no longer sleep
And they will kill you if they can

Beware the hidden enemy
The heralds of the rash
The Hiisi now at last are free
And they will turn the world to ash
-by Sir. Orc



Page 215

a whole new paaage,

a new fantastic page of art,

with nobody else but you, to pull it through,
oh am I only dreaming

a whole new paaaage,
a dazzling page I never knew,
there's one up every day, no-one can say,
that you're not working hard enough at all
(you're the hardest worker of them all)

Unbelievable sights
indescribable feelings
spellcasting, blasting, catmobiling
through an unknown troll-full world
A whole new paaage
(don't you dare miss the cats)
A hundred thousand things to fear
(hold your breath, it gets darker)

I'm like a fledgeling skald

I've read so far
I can't not care
about these peeps anymore

a whole new page
(a whole new page)
that's where I'll be
(that's where we'll be)
A thrilling page
(a wondrous page)
For you and meeeee
-by woolly socks



Page 216



Here we are
through the door
to the light at the end of the tunnel.

From the wet and worn-down workings of the subaquatic road
To the green-lit, lethal living in a town, adventure-mode.
From the sickly, sullen sanctuary, sunk below the sea,
To the bloody entrail-mountains from the happy murder-spree

Here we are
through the door
to the light at the end of the tunnel.
- by me (ThisCat)
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« Reply #56 on: November 15, 2014, 06:11:39 PM »
The brilliant slim kittens riffed on the Beach Boys' "409" to deliver a heartfelt tribute to the Cat-Tank.  This inspired me to follow suit with a variation on "Little Deuce Coupe," below. 


TANK FE-LINE

She's real fine my tank fe-line
She's real fine my tank fe-line
My tank. Fe. Line.

Well I begged for pennies and I begged for dimes
(Giddy up giddy up tank fe-line)
For I knew there would be a time
(Giddy up giddy up tank fe-line)
When I went to get the books,
I would need a tank fe-line.
(tank fe-line, tank fe-line)

Giddy up giddy up giddy up tank fe-line
(Giddy up giddy up tank fe-line)
Tank fe-line
(Giddy up giddy up giddy up tank fe-line)
Giddy up giddy up giddy up tank fe

Nothing can stop her,
Nothing can harm my tank fe-line, tank fe-line

When we meet the beasts and trolls she really shines
(Giddy up giddy up tank fe-line)
We crush their skulls and we snap their spines
(Giddy up giddy up tank fe-line)
My low-tech, under-powered, multi-treadded tank fe-line
(tank fe-line, tank fe-line)

etc.

Little Cat-Tank

Well I'm not braggin', Trond, so don't put me down
But I've got the toughest set of wheels in town
When a giant comes on up to me he don't even try
Cause if I had a set of wings, man I know she could fly
She's my little Cat-Tank
You don't know what I got
(My little Cat-Tank)
(You don't know what I got)

Just a personnel transporter with a flat head mill
But she'll crush a Danish shanty like she's standin' still
She's got super-power batteries, she's stroked and bored.
She'll do thirty knots with the top end floored
She's my little Cat-Tank...

[Bridge:]
She's got a competition clutch with the four on the floor
And she purrs like a kitten till the tailpipes roar
And if that ain't enough to make you flip your lid
There's one more thing, there's a stowaway hid!

Now, comin' out the tunnel when the light turns green
Well she's plowing 'cross the airport like you never seen
I get pushed out of shape and it's hard to steer
When I get troll guts in all four gears

She's my little Cat-Tank -- you don't know what I got!
(Little Cat-Tank, you don't know what I got...)

Beach Boys FTW.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #57 on: November 19, 2014, 02:13:07 PM »
This was one of the highest-voted posts ever on the SSSS Disqus thread.  All hail slim kittens.  (And Edgar Allan Poe.)

THE KITTEN

While amid the rubble dreary, as I salvaged, growing weary,
Guessing at the value of some volumes of forgotten lore,
While I pondered, cat-nap snatching, lightly then there came a scratching,
As of some vile creature hatching, there beyond the chamber door.
`'Tis some wind-tossed branch,' I muttered, `scratching at the chamber door -
Just a branch'....or something more?

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak November,
And the soft and shallow sun cast growing shadows on the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morning; - safety once again a-borning,
Morning!  Safety from the nascent horrors out beyond the door.
Eldritch Horrors growing, forming there beyond the chamber door!
Or the wind?  I must be sure.

And my mind, in open treason, slipped the reins of mastering reason,
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, faintly entreating
`'Tis the wind and branches scraping there upon the chamber door -
Wind and branches causing scratches there upon the chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
I arose and slowly, lightly moved across the chamber floor;
Placed my ear upon the wood.  Closed my eyes, in silence stood,
Silently in darkness stood, listening at the chamber door,
Turned the handle, checked my breathing, slowly opened up the door,
The sun had gone, but nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, as I stood there listening, fearing,
Long or brief I cannot tell, dreaming dreams I did abhor.
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
As my mind created eyes by hundreds staring at the door,
And the only words there spoken were my whispered words, `Oh, s***!'
Quickly then I shut the door.

And barred it.  Back to door and shaking, ragged breath and bladder quaking,
Palm to face I slowly sank and huddled there upon the floor.
Presently my heart grew bold. I raised my eyes and did behold,
A cat!  A blessed cat which I was certain was not there before,
Seated there and grooming.  Was this the scratching at the door?
A wandering cat, and nothing more?

`Blessed feline, skilled or derpy, happy guest come late or early -
How came your paws and muzzle to be red with blood and wet with gore?
Were you vermin hunting, rending?  Or were you yourself defending -
From some beast or troll or giant there beyond the chamber door?
Tooth in muscle, claw on bone, there beyond the chamber door?`
The cat sat grooming, nothing more.

The cat, ne'er showing care nor malice, jumped upon a bust of Pallas,
On a bust of warlike Pallas, lying fallen on the floor,
`Kitten,' I said, `would you keep a vigil o'er me while I sleep?
Protecting me as I lie curled into a ball upon the floor?
Some rest 'fore fleeing', I repeating, `here upon the chamber floor?'
Quoth the kitty, `mau'.

Then the cat, without delaying, stretched to its full length, and laying
On its back, across the head of Pallas on the chamber floor,
Regarded me with face inverted, paws in air and eyes half-hooded.
`Kitten, will you guard me, then?' I asked as I had asked before.
The cat blinked once as I was sitting, waiting there upon the floor,
Quoth the kitty, `rrrrrow?'

`Kitten, hear me; are you willing, watch to stand as sentry filling,
Alert to menace, silent, killing, there beyond the chamber door?
Detecting danger, raise alarm, if you should smell approach of harm,
Will you imitate your sires, those noble cats who came before?
Noble cats of song and legend we have known from days of yore?
Quoth the kitty, `zzzzzzzzzz.'

The cat, despite my vigil keeping, still is sleeping, STILL is sleeping,
On the broken bust of plaster Pallas smashed upon the floor.
And in future, when in danger, shall I trust some furry stranger,
Wand'ring vagrant kitty ranger to sense danger out the door?
Sense and warn me of a danger?  I decided, then I swore;
Shall I trust it?  Nevermore.



"On the broken bust of plaster Pallas smashed upon the floor" is hard to say 10 times fast.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #58 on: November 19, 2014, 07:16:30 PM »
Inspired by Lalli's badass attitude on pp. 220-221, the mysterious P__ has crafted an SSSS tribute to "Run Boy Run" by Woodkid.

Run boy run! This world exists just for you
Run boy run! They’re trying to evade you
Run boy run! Scouting is a victory
Run boy run! Beauty lays behind the hills

Run boy run! The moon will be guiding you
Run boy run! They’re dying to stop you
Run boy run! This chant is a prophecy
Run boy run! Break out from society

Tonight is another day
And you don’t have to hide away
You are a mage, boy!
And for now it’s time to run, it’s time to run!

Run boy run! This ride is a journey to
Run boy run! The senses of cats in you
Run boy run! This chant is a prophecy
Run boy run! And disappear in the trees

Tonight is another day
And you don’t have to hide away
You are a mage, boy!
And for now it’s time to run, it’s time to run!

Tonight is another day
And when the light fades away
You are a cat, boy!
And for now it’s time to run, it’s time to run!
« Last Edit: November 19, 2014, 07:19:19 PM by Sunflower »
"The music of what happens," said great Fionn, "that is the finest music in the world."
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Zlatoglazka

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #59 on: November 19, 2014, 09:23:55 PM »
So the tributes to the songs are also posted here.
This one came from that comment thread of page 220.
This supposed to be a song for children. Everyone from former Soviet Union countries know it. Ohters may listen to it here: http://youtu.be/V-TithD7izM?list=PLFEC1C3CD4189786B There are also some translations, including Finnish and Swedish versions, they are beautiful, but I love Japanese one the most.

Dalahästen train

Killed trolls are slowly fading out of sight,
You will never meet them once again.
They are pity, yes, but we are all all right.
Life - it is the best that one can gain!

Refrain:
Godspeedy railway go
Far away, far away
While disappearing
From the night-sky scene.
Everyone, everyone
Try to be positive
While they are going by
Dalahästen train.

Maybe we got something wrong, but anyway
Past is past and ashes go to ash.
Doing all your best is only option here,
Loco man, let's dart as in a rush!

Refrain

Our armoured carriage's going on and on,
Dalahästen train increased it's speed.
Journey ends, and it is very sad to know,
Wish it would last all around year(s)...

Refrain
:russia: - native;
:uk: - not too bad;
:france: - remember a bit since my school-days;
:germany: :japan: - let's call it "some language bits learned accidentally".