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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #540 on: January 10, 2016, 09:42:22 PM »
Pg 447

At Their Feet, Unexpected Greet.

Tuuri's audible sighs,
Feeling dejected.
Reynir gets wise,
Hint thus detected.

He says at last,
What Tuuri expected.
But the time is past,
Now, just forget it.

Mikkel would get mad,
They need a good excuse.
To appease Safety Dad,
When they get loose.

They become pensive,
Then they hear mews.
He didn't take with,
Now they all look confused.

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Time to Eat (based on Times Like These by the Foo Fighters)

I, I am a pocket kitty
I'm the one that saves the day
Jumping back to the safe zone
I, I am staying here, okay?
I'm a leaving Mikkel light,
Walking off alone

It's time to eat, please feed me fish again
It's time to eat, I need to eat again
It's time to eat, you, give me food again
It's time to eat, now it's time again

I, I am a feline hungry
I'm an open mouth
You need to give some food right now
Give me attention, hey!
Feed me and then I'll be
What you all want somehow...

It's time to eat, please feed me fish again
It's time to eat, to eat, to eat again
It's time to eat, you, give me food again
It's time to eat, now it's time again

It's time to eat, please feed me fish again
It's time to eat, to eat, to eat again
It's time to eat, you, give me food again
It's time to eat, now it's time again

It's time to eat, please feed me fish again
It's time to eat, to eat, to eat again
It's time to eat, you, give me food again
It's time to eat, time, it's time again

It's time to eat, please feed me fish again
It's time to eat, to eat, to eat again
It's time to eat, you, give me food again
It's time to eat, time, it's time again
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #541 on: January 11, 2016, 11:43:35 PM »
Pg 448

Foot Fault, Ground Assault

Realisation, smiles on their faces.
Put on their coats and tie up their laces,
They can go out, explore all the places.
And they still keep in Mikkel's good graces...

The scene cuts away, to a different land,
To Sweden, where the trip was all planned.
Siv, Trond and Taru, the merry base band,
And finally Torbjörn with two bags in hand.

In the doorway, no doormat is stamped.
A foreign body, has been encamped.
Someone underfoot, some random tramp?
A stranger revealed by the THWAMP...
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #542 on: January 13, 2016, 02:43:07 AM »
Pg 449

Accidental, Thought He's Mental

Onni is looking rattled in
This strange neighbourhood.
Torbjörn starts to prattle,
Words not understood.

He starts dragging off,
Without Onni's consent.
Manhandling quite rough, the
Alleged mental patient.

A face recognised,
Onni calls Taru's name.
From Tor's grip he's prised.
The indignity, the shame!

Be thankful Torbjörn, sir,
He's not combatative...
Was he here for the offer,
Or was there another motive?

His face appearing weary,
Was it that rough a ride?
His eyes looking bleary,
Here, he seems to have cried...
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #543 on: January 14, 2016, 08:30:22 AM »
Pg 450

Travel Allergic, Not Worried Sick

Onni's eyes puffing up,
A symptom of tears.
He's allergic to trips, yup.
It's not what it appears!

Shaking hands with the dipstick,
They get acquainted forthwith.
He knows some Icelandic.
He's not some fancy wordsmith.

Should have been out on the front.
Out there, he'd be the main man.
Now doing work like a grunt,
Instead of out on the land.

Asking Trond to man the radio,
They're preparing the food.
Trond lets his displeasure show,
Muttering in his servitude!

Radio has Onni's eyes wide.
Its mention has raised a flag.
It seems he was travelling light,
As Taru spots his tiny bag.

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In honour of David Bowie's passing here's a one of my favourite songs of his:

Far Man (based on Starman by David Bowie)

Coming sis
Didn't listen when I asked you not to go-oh-oh
I need to use their radio-oh-oh
Our cousin using spells to find some trolls, lost his soul, he bled
Colours on his skin seem to fa-a-ade
The more he sleeps the more grey becomes his fa-a-ace
That with a nosebleed that came more a bloody toll

It's too far man see my puffy eyes
I didn't have an option
But my sister, she could die!
It's too far man and I didn't cry
I tried to keep in contact
But the spirits mystify
I told him:
Lalli never lose it
And don't over use it
Lalli, the spirit chooses

I had to come over so I check on you-oo-oo
Hey, that's far out, I have to get through-oo-oo
Switch on the machine we may make contact on channel two
Send out your signal I can feel alri-i-ight
If you can talk now I can sleep toni-i-ight
Just answer quickly or Tuuri you'll give me a fright

It's too far man, it is not a lie
I didn't have an option
But my sister, she could die!
It's too far man and I didn't cry
I tried to keep in contact
But the shadows mystify
I told him:
Lalli never lose it
And don't over use it
Lalli, the spirit chooses

Far man don't you ask me why
I didn't have an option
I swear I didn't cry!
It's too far man, it is not a lie
I tried to keep in contact
But the shadows horrify
He told me:
I told him:
Lalli never lose it
And don't over use it
Lalli, the spirit chooses

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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With a crate lid slammed onto his dome

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #544 on: January 15, 2016, 09:44:02 AM »
Pg 451

No Need For Possessions, Hide His Indiscretions...

Onni back on the loch.
At the side of the dock.
He stood firm, like a rock.
'Till he's stunned, out in shock...

Gangplank up in a flash.
In the crazy mad dash,
He left behind his stash.
And drops his bag with a splash...

Only a small bag in that place,
He tries to save his face.
Left his things in the race,
Must not reveal his disgrace...

It's fine to travel light,
Next time bring clothes, alright?
You are here, spending the night.
Now you have to borrow, impolite!

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Here's another one

Spaced For the Sea (based on Space Oddity by David Bowie)

Dock Control to Hotakainen
Dock Control to Hotakainen
We are leaving soon, are you getting on?
Dock Control to Hotakainen (Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six)
It's now or never, stubborn one (Five, Four, Three)
Start the engines and your journey will be done (Two, One, Leaving)

Dock Control to Hotakainen
You'll almost need to swim
And the ship you seek is gonna leave you there
Now it's time to leave the country if you dare

This is Hotakainen to Dock Control
I'm standing still right here
And not listening to anything you say
I'm not ready to go travelling today
For here am I standing atop this pier
Here beside the ship
Waiting for this trip
And I need to get a grip

Though I haven't left the country yet,
I'm feeling very ill
And I think I'm ready to get on this boat
The gangplank's raising, I'm jumping as it goes

Ground Control to Hotakainen
Ships leaving now, get yourself on
Can you hear me, Hotakainen?
Can you hear me, Hotakainen?
Can you hear me, Hotakainen?

Can you hear and I'm crouching, stretching for my bags
Now I'm on the ship
Ready for this trip
But my bag just took a dip
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #545 on: January 17, 2016, 11:48:39 PM »
Pg 452

Already On It, So Just Sit

Onni's arms are crossed,
Staring, not a word.
Trond's hearing not lost,
Yes, yes he heard.

Check on the food
Go out for him, see?
He is in no mood,
No patience, no whimsy.

Acting nonchalant,
Barely a word spoke.
"What do you want?"
Head turned, silence broke.

Onni says in response,
Only: "Call my sister!"
He already was, you nonce.
Just sit down there, mister...
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #546 on: January 18, 2016, 09:28:14 PM »
Pg 453

Ha-ha Good Joke, He's a Tough Bloke!

Now Onni has spoken,
Says: "Is it broken?"
From way out there,
Only sounds of dead air..

All eating maybe?
Now glum, seems Onni.
Trond's suspicious eye
"Are you about to cry?!?!"

These are not tears,
Just allergic here!
It's this stupid land,
He's not a baby-man!

Meanwhile Mikkel climbs,
Having a whale of a time.
Although no-one would know.
His face it doesn't show...
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #547 on: January 20, 2016, 04:25:23 AM »
Pg 454

I'm Not Alone
(based on I'm Not In Love by 10CC)

I'm not alone
You pesky children
It's just a silly thing I had to do
And just because you took it with
Don't get me wrong, don't think I will forgive
I'm not alone, no no, it's because..

I'd like to lead you
But then again
That doesn't mean I'll let you come with me
So if I turn back
Don't make a fuss
Just stay inside and leave the two of us
I'm not alone, no no, it's because..

I had the kitten
In my pocket
How come you carry the kitty there?
So don't you ask me
To lead you out
You know I can't just let you both come with me
I'm not alone, no no, it's because..

No, you just had to follow me
No, you just had to come
No, you just had to follow me
No, you just had to come

I'm not alone
Oh, you pesky kitten
It's just a silly thing I had to do
And just because I let you drop
Don't get me wrong, don't think I will not stop
I'm not alone
I'm not alone

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Prh. How'd This Occur?

Out of the cavern,
Into the wood wild,
Taking a long turn,
The man mannered mild.

Over a wood bridge,
Across a clear brook.
Slowly sauntering with
A sort of happy look.

Such a nice stroll to take,
It's such a darn shame.
His tranquillity breaks,
At the call of his name...

He's internally screaming,
At a couple of brats.
A-grinning and a-beaming
With a wide-eyed young cat.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #548 on: January 20, 2016, 09:24:28 PM »
Pg 455

Unhappy Frown, Just Got Run Down

Tuuri lets Reynir take the fall,
Mikkel's expression says it all.
He's babysitting for the long haul.
Forced to be at their beck and call.

Was at peace, at the landscape viewin'.
Now walks away, his good mood in ruin.
Can't escape this, there's nothing doin',
No respite from their relentless pursuin'.

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Oh Man (based on I Ran by A Flock Of Seagulls)

I walked along the path of trees
Then I heard your voice and my heart skipped a beat
My heart skipped a beat
With cat in hand and twerp in tow
My escape was all in vain, oh no
All in vain, oh no

And oh man, I walked so far away
Was my plan, I walked most of the day
I couldn't get away

A good day gone, the bubble popped
Forced to babysit, I can never stop
I can never stop
The pair of goons there's no escape
This expresssion now on my face
Expression on my face

And oh man, I walked so far away
Was my plan, I walked most of the day
I couldn't get away

Raised up the cat, now damn it all
These babies will be causing my downfall
Will be causing my downfall
Walk away my fate is sealed
Disappointment the only thing I feel
The only thing I feel

And oh man, I walked so far away
Was my plan, I walked most of the day
I couldn't get away
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #549 on: January 22, 2016, 12:30:23 AM »
Pg 456

Sneak-A-Peek, Strange Hiding Technique

Approaching the aforementioned fort gate,
Long abandoned by the occupants late.
Therefore it was not in any locked state.
Mikkel pushes with the force of his weight.

Unncessary to climb up onto the grass.
What will they find in this glimpse to the past?
Even with effort, the entrace holds fast
They're hardly budging, until at last.

The great doors swing open with a creak,
As they go through, above, creatures peek.
And bunnies behind boxes, leaning oblique,
Tuuri and Reynir all smiles, curiosity piqued.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #550 on: January 24, 2016, 10:14:27 PM »
Pg 457

I See, Only Me, Not We

The startled bunnies soon run away,
Leaving snow tracks behind in their wakes.
Water on all sides keeps infected at bay,
An effective fortress the layout makes.

A safe sanctuary, for critters at least.
Mikkel the the tour guide-cum-educator.
Double moats to the west, the coast to the east.
Hiding away, rabbits and mice as spectators.

Mikkel looks around, his hand on his chin,
Shelves upon shelves with containers of fuel,
Wooden boxes, nothing yet useful wherein.
He does this alone, them watching, how cruel!
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #551 on: January 26, 2016, 12:37:07 AM »
Pg 458

Don't Want A Peek, Now Feeling Weak

Tuuri is asking of he:
"For what do you search?"
As they pass a downed heli,
Crashed amongst all the birch.

An address of origin,
The vials weren't from round there.
What place to begin,
Mikkel doesn't know where.

Tuuri points to a building
Behind them, it's a sign!
Entrance forbidding,
Mikkel takes a hard line.

"Come on, just a peek!"
Tuuri's pushing her luck.
She'll stay, so-to-speak,
After becoming horror-stuck.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #552 on: January 26, 2016, 09:40:16 PM »
Pg 459

Quit It, Or You'll Get Hit

Tuuri stands deathly still,
In the building doorway.
Reynir, listen to Mikkel,
Come here and don't play.

As she has an anxiety attack,
He stretches on tiptoes.
Common sense Reynir lacks.
Or is his brain slow?

This is not a drill.
You were told to not stray.
This place gives the chills,
Full of death and decay.

As he's heading back,
Reynir sees in the snow,
He notices the tracks,
To this place, they don't go...
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #553 on: January 27, 2016, 10:47:13 PM »
Pg 460

Leave Soon, A Boon!

Reynir's approach shows his reluctance.
Come on, don't make Tuuri ask twice.
Gotta leave while they still have a chance,
This place doesn't feel in any way nice.

Only Reynir can see all the ghosts.
Getting out now is very crucial.
He doesn't like them being so close.
The feeling is most likely mutual.

Mikkel sees no peril, he won't be rushed,
Won't leave 'til he's got something to show.
He at last has a packet in his clutch.
It has a label, now can they go?

Outside of the place of medication,
Calm kitty lets out an inquisitive 'miu?'
Closing his eyes out of sheer frustration,
Audibly, Reynir can only utter 'Nyuuuu...'!

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Nyuuuu Way Home (based on New Way Home by the Foo Fighters)

Have you found your way around, can we go out?
We can't stay here for long, too long
I'm still trying to keep this mouth from screaming out
Ghost town, spirits staying on and on and on

You never heard this warning
Another dream this morning
Takes me, breaks me in two
If you could follow me
I'll try to follow you
But lately it's all I ever do

I passed these ghosts on my way home
I'm so scared
Remember this, they split my dome
You don't care

I'll never tell you the secret I'm holding
I know these things must bore you
But I can't find another way
Can't ever show you the spirits beholding
I hate this place, these horrors
We have got to get away

I passed these ghosts on my way home
I'm so scared
Remember this, they split my dome
You don't care

I passed these ghosts on my way home
I'm so scared
Remember this, they split my dome
You don't care

I passed these ghosts on my way home
I'm so scared
Remember this, they split my dome
You don't care

I passed these ghosts on my way home
I'm so scared
Remember this, they split my dome
You don't care
« Last Edit: January 28, 2016, 02:35:59 AM by corncobman »
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #554 on: January 28, 2016, 11:13:11 PM »
Pg 461

Safe From Harm, Pulling Her Arm

Mikkel emerges from inside, at last.
Now time to leave, right, double-quick!
Run away. Run away now very fast.
Reynir's almost at the end of his wick.

Up above, we see the shadows swirl,
Apparitions of dead, black and wavy.
The frightened boy pulls the arm of the girl.
If no-one else does, who would save thee?

Tuuri asks: "spirits?" with an air of disbelief.
She can't see what the Icelandic man sees.
She won't believe why he's giving her grief.
Better safe than sorry when non-immune to disease.

Fortunate they were gone, before they were beset.
What of the dark spirits, remnants of those died?
Following the footsteps of the departed quartet.
Almost reaching with their hands to outside...

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Don't Stand Still (based on Time Stand Still by Rush)

I turn my back to the shades
Avoid those hands
Before I start to fade
We move on and not a moment too soon
To escape these things like a spirit typhoon

Run out now to save my friends
I'd like to pause
But we'd meet our ends
To those souls whose
Animation suspends
Got to leave before the madness descends

(Don't stand still)
I'm not looking back
And we gotta leave this ground right now
(Don't stand still)
See more of the shadows and the spirits that surround me now
Keep them away a little bit longer
Make evacuation a little bit stronger
It's time to escape away
It's time to escape away
Don't stand still

I turn my face to the sun
Get out now
From the black all around
They are silent and don't make a sound

I let this search go too long
No time to pause
Leave before it goes all wrong
Like some captain, whose ship runs aground
We can't stay until they come crashing down

(Don't stand still)
I'm not looking back
And we gotta leave this ground right now
(Don't stand still)
See more of the shadows and the spirits that surround me now
Keep them away a little bit longer
Make evacuation a little bit stronger
Now these spirits look pretty wrong there
We have to leave right away
We have to leave right away
Don't stand still
Don't stand still

Now get going fast, before they come get us
Don't look at me like I'm making a big fuss
Keep them away a little bit longer
Make evacuation a little bit stronger
It's time to escape away
It's time to escape away
We have to leave right away
Don't stand still
« Last Edit: February 02, 2016, 12:57:43 AM by corncobman »
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Escaped to Denmark to freely roam
With hair braided red
He got hit on the head
With a crate lid slammed onto his dome

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