Poetry collection

[corncobman]

Pg 503

Seems Cruel. Not Cool, Not Cool.

Leaving the monster,
It seems a bit cruel.
Final moments on shore,
For the nightmare fuel.

It will have no honour,
Of glorious battle.
Will see it no longer,
Or hear its death-rattle.

It is why Sigrun,
Became not a whaler.
No ship's helmswoman,
Or rigger or sailor.

Along the train tracks,
The trio continue.
'Ere they hit the sack,
Have to regroup the crew.

How far to the skirts,
Of the city they've been?
No rest for the hurt and
Tired Norse combat queen.

The distance no liking,
No fun for the marooned.
Two hours of hiking, please
Stop picking your wounds...

[corncobman]

Pg 504

Eyes Bleary, Too Weary

Long has Tuuri driven,
Only time for rest.
This time forgiven,
By the group's most best.

Time now to take five,
Or perhaps even take ten.
At least they're alive.
Don't ignore orders again.

At last, all regrouped,
Together, alright.
A long time to recoup,
Turn in for the night.

As the moon shines,
The creature marine.
For water it pines,
In its final scene.

[wavewright62]

Pg 502

It's Stuck, Hard Luck

The hurt aquatic beast,
Desiccated and stranded.
Fluids slowly decreased,
A quick death not granted.

Ventral bloody-greased,
Inconveniently transplanted.
Begging rapid release,
But it won't be as demanded.

Like mammals of the seas,
Demise found while landed.
Its humanoid feast, by
Pain and ruin supplanted.

This one is especially evocative.  "Ventral bloody-greased" is so chilling.

[corncobman]

Pg. 505

Beast Late, Shadows Inflate

Shadows gather round,
Creature in poor health.
Reach into the downed,
Becoming one with itself.

Essence integrated,
From the sick, bloated.
Was this ill-fated,
Or has it been promoted?

Shadow grows greater,
After unlife's end.
Darkness terminator,
The amalgams wend.

Voice deathly burbles.
Shapes taken outright.
No more sounds verbal,
Slither towards light.

[corncobman]

Pg 506

Reynir Stirs, More Questions Than Answers

The wandering sheeper,
Opens a single peeper.
Spying a candlestick,
The magical Icelandic.

Looking down at his mutt,
Sleeping still on his gut.
Hearing echoes of voices,
He responds to the noises.

No messages get through.
He sits in a church pew.
His eyes follow the glow,
Of the corner stained-window.

Depicting a shepherd,
It's all far too weird.
Oh, what is this scene,
On the stain-glassed screen?

He then rubs his head,
Suddenly back in his bed.
The bright lights have gone,
Sandwiched like a prawn.

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I'm Only Sheeping (based on I'm Only Sleeping by the Beatles)

When I wake up early in the morning
Lift my head, it's still dawning
When I'm in the middle of a sleep
Hear those words, see those sheep (see those sheep)

Please, don't push me, or ambush me
Dreaming of the lambs, I'm only sheeping

Everybody seems to think I'm crazy
I don't mind, I think they're dazy
Running all outside at such a speed
Till they find shadows bleed (shadows bleed)

Please, don't spoil my night, I'm seeing lights
And after all I'm only sheeping

Sheep, glowing eyes, shepherding by the stain-glass window
Taking my time

Lying there and staring at the ceiling
Waiting for a sheepy feeling...

Please, don't spoil my night, I'm seeing lights
And after all I'm only sheeping

Ooh yeah

Sheep, glowing eyes, shepherding by the stain-glass window
Taking my time

When I wake up early in the morning
Lift my head, it's still dawning
When I'm in the middle of a dream
Sit in church, see light-beams (see light-beams)

Please, don't push me, or ambush me
Dreaming of the lambs, I'm only sheeping

[corncobman]

Pg 507

In Bed All Spent, In Cat-Vehicle Tent

A tiresome journey,
That seemed without end.
After twists and turns,
They're together again.

In peaceful night shade,
Sheltered in slumber.
The memory fades of
Spirits from the umbra.

A safe travel route,
Amongst grass and weeds.
After attack and pursuit,
They tend to their needs.

Together, concerting,
Sounds of the zeds.
After all their exerting,
Finally resting their heads.

So sleeps in the cat-car,
The out of commission platoon.
With substantial R & R,
They'll be back at it soon.

In this transition, in
A slice of night heaven.
After this intermission,
The next chapter, eleven.

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Meadow We Sleep (based on Below My Feet by Mumford and Sons)

We're out cold
And the journey got old
Now we slumber after getting multi-trolled
Well we got crossed

And now we sleep
Sleep the hours and dream of sheep
When all I knew were losing all of their souls
We got lost

On the safe meadow we sleep
Away from dead shadows that creep
We've returned, the day's worn thin
Peace and quiet deserved, this rest is earned
Peace and quiet deserved, this rest is earned

And it was hell
I was lucky with spells
When I was saved by Onni's owl spirit shell
So all must be well

Now we recline
And the group is now all fine
So maybe they'll finally read all the signs
And all will be well

On the safe meadow we sleep
Away from death our souls we keep
Can we learn from the animal within
Oh peace and quiet deserved, this rest is earned
Oh peace and quiet deserved, this rest is earned

Ha-ah, ha-ah a-ah
Ha-ah, a-ah

On the safe meadow we sleep
Away from all hollows that reap
We almost burned, we nearly got done in
Oh peace and quiet deserved, this rest is earned
Oh peace and quiet deserved, this rest is earned

Ha-ah, ha-ah a-ah
Ha-ah, a-ah
Ha-ah, a-ah
Ha-ah, a-ah

[corncobman]

Still page 507

Goodnight Mrrrr (based on Goodnight Room by Margaret Wise Brown)

In the great dark field
There was a cat-like tank
And a group inside
And the noises of
The snoring squad amplified
And there were 7 little heads, sleeping in beds
And two little kittens
And all the books written
And a little type-writer
And a fire lighter
And a comb and shampoo and a lovely hairdo
And a snoring Norse lady who was head of the crew
Goodnight mrrrr
Goodnight prrrrh
Goodnight cats, after all that's occured
Goodnight tank, and the squirrel chauffeur
Goodnight lady
Goodnight braidy, who is all astir
Goodnight kittens
And goodnight mittens
Goodnight locks
And goodnight socks
Goodnight protocol
And goodnight skald
Goodnight comb
And goodnight hair sparks
Goodnight young braidy
Goodnight Denmark
And goodnight to the Norse lady, arms full of marks
Goodnight grass
Goodnight air
Goodnight zzz's everywhere

[corncobman]

Pg 508

Floated, Bloated, Grass And Moss Coated

The lurking sjødraug,
Like a hidden sea mine.
Underwater orb rogue,
Bloated but benign.

Concealed like a log,
Only surface outline.
Engorged, water-sogged.
Bulged to the nines.

If it's awakened,
Surprises will spring.
The immense undertaking,
It's size challenging.

This tissue forsaken,
Like a pus-filled swelling.
Treacherous if shaken,
This gigantic thing.

Rivers and lakes in,
Like huge hydro spores.
Tough to be breaking,
If it moves on the shores.

Trapped in the making,
Hard to breach here.
Not to be mistaken,
For ferocious sea creatures...

[Tr]

Somewhere in the peaceful meadow
In the dark and quiet Cattank
In a tight-wrapped roll of blankets
Lies the untrained mage in slumber.
There he dreams of many places,
Sees the church of lost religion,
Sees the shepherd in the corner,
Sees the bright and burning candle.
Could it be the flame that's calling
Out into the dust and silence?
Could it be a lonely spirit,
Or a human soul in danger?
Dog is sleeping, there's no danger
For the mage in this short vision.

Based on Reynir's dream on page 506.

[Tr]

Pg. 505

Out beyond the brightened moonight
Murderghost in darkness lurking,
Taking the unlucky spirit
Of the sea-beast and transforming.
Bloated, monstrous, ghostly shadows
Following the sleepy Cattank.
Minna says "a lighter chapter."
Who among us now believes her?

Pg 505, author's comment about Lalli:

Soon, the cat-mage will awaken
From the leaves and dappled shadows
And the water in his dreamspace.
When will he return to daylight?
Or will he awake at night time,
True to his nocturnal nature?
Will his friend, the gold-haired Cleanser,
Be there waiting, there to greet him?

Also: corncobman, these are awesome!

[corncobman]

Miscellaneous bits and pieces:

Pg 508:

Kitty found a grass island flat
Perched on the floating knoll that
It was mistaken,
Sjødraug awakened
And now it has cat for a hat

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Pg 509:

Icelandic mage with long hair
Wafting in the fine country air
Tends to a field full
Of balls of white wool
Along with her spiritual mare

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First set of 3 cards:

They'll be coming round the mountain when they come
They'll be coming round the mountain when they come
They'll be coming round the mountain, coming round the mountain
Coming round the mountain when they come

He'll be burning all the forest when he comes
He'll be burning all the forest when he comes
He'll be burning all the forest, burning all the forest
Burning all the forest when he comes

She'll be punching all the monsters when she comes
She'll be punching all the monsters when she comes
She'll be punching all the monsters, punching all the monsters
Punching all the monsters when she comes

He'll be bringing all his cattle when he comes
He'll be bringing all his cattle when he comes
He'll be bringing all his cattle, bringing all his cattle
Bringing all his cattle when he comes

They'll be coming round the mountain when they come
He'll be burning all the forest when he comes
She'll be punching all the monsters, punching all the monsters
Bringing all his cattle when he comes

A Swedish man there is alone
Seeing the forest smoke shown
Is he left to ponder
While others cleanse yonder
Or have they been with the forest both blown?

A Norwegian posse hike next
Hunting without any pretext
A lady takes the lead
To see them all bleed
While her buddies get more and more vexed

A Danish pair wander to pasture?
Expressionless face has been plastered
One carries a jug
While the other looks smug
Which is the cow and the master?

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Second set of 3 cards:

A red-headed Icelandic guy
Sitting with sheep by the by
Is this a real stream,
Or is it a dream?
Will he wake with wooly mind's eye?

The rugged Hotakainens
Family of unruly Finns
Two in canoe
One wants to eschew
Stubborn and loathe to get in

The washing folded all neat
A feline induced to unseat
With surprised tongue
The trap has been sprung
Face of a kitty in defeat

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Pg 510:

The Group Elated, Only One Hates It

The group in isolation,
The scout in the lead.
All this conversation
Makes his ears bleed.

Amongst the ruined houses,
The crew forge a path.
For what was he roused thus?
The scout stares in wrath.

The too-loud leader,
The cookie provider,
The explosion Swede-r,
And cousin, the chider.

The young of his kind,
But they're not related.
And the worst of all mind,
The idiot braided.

[corncobman]

Pg 511:

Restoral Part, Animal At Heart

Lalli in spirit,
Collapsed in a squat.
Waiting for it,
Look what the cat brought!

After the schism,
Finally found its way.
Finished its tourism,
After going astray.

How long has passed
Since they made the split?
Now at long last,
The pieces can fit.

It's been far too long
With this wandering pain.
He's become again strong,
Made whole once again.

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Behind Cat Eyes (based on Behind Blue Eyes by The Who)

No one knows what it's like
To be exhausted
To be a hostage
Behind cat eyes

No one knows what it's like
To be tired
To be wired
When your spirit flies

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have sleep, only lonely
Magic is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
But I need you

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pained fatigue
Can show through

But my eyes
They aren't as empty
As my body seems to be

I have sleep, only lonely
Spirit is vengeance
That's never free

When my heart splinters, keep the pieces
Before I lose it and be a ghost
Come to me, don't release it
So that I'm no longer comatose

In the starry wintery moonlight
Here my spirit wanders close
And I'm sitting, returning Luonto
Make me whole, let me recompose

No one knows what it's like
To be a faded
To be invaded
Behind cat eyes

[corncobman]

Pg 512

Come Come, Oh Buddy, Oh Chum

His name is called, his eyes stir,
Lalli awakes with a Swede in his face.
From his long dream at last disturbed,
Again with his presence they all are graced,

Before he can react he's pulled by his arm,
Roused from his bed, onto his feet.
Unable to resist the cleanser's charm,
He's swept up to the others to greet.

Grabbed all forceful he's rushed out quick,
Happy to see him awaken at last.
Being manhandled, the scouting mage stick,
But something's off, wait, not so fast...

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Pg 513

Praises Praises, Understood Phrases

Lalli deemed worthy of praise,
By the captain of the bunch.
Approach with her mighty arm raised,
The mage there almost got punched.

The rest gather round,
Give him attention in turn.
Reynir has an epiphany profound,
And an unusual little self-burn.

The scout understands, he knows it all,
He doesn't need someone to translate.
Standing proud, happy, standing tall.
The powerful magic man is indeed great.

[slim kittens]

page 511

MY LUONTO

Some good ol' mindless Rock and Roll....

Courtesy of The Knack:

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Ooh, my little furry one, my furry one,
Where on earth ya been all this time, Luonto?
Ooh, you know you rev me up, you rev me up
Never get you out of my mind, Luonto

Never gonna stop, never stop, never let you go
Time to power up, power up, little dynamo
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Luonto

Come a little closer, huh, a-will ya, huh?
Close enough to give you a hug, Luonto
If you were a real lynx, a real lynx
Somebody might make you a rug, Luonto

Never gonna stop, give it up, always do it right
With my energy, here with me, I can run all night
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Luonto
M-m-m-my Luonto

What you gonna give to me, your gift to me?
Are we gonna step out of time, Luonto?
Oh it's just a mystery, a mystery
The magic that you work in my mind, Luonto

Never gonna stop, never stop, oh I missed you so
Time to power up, power up, cause it's time to go
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-m-m-m-m-my, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Luonto
M-m-m-my Luonto
M-m-m-my Luonto
M-m-m-my Luonto

Ooooooo-ohhh, my Luonto
Ooooooo-ohhh, my Luonto
Ooooooo-ohhh, my Luonto

[slim kittens]

page 511

MY LYNX IS BACK
or
Hey you trolls, get off my lawn!

Courtesy of The Angels:

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He went away and I went to sleep
You haunted by dreams every night
And when I wouldn't come play with you
You lied that I was out of the fight

My lynx is back and you're gonna be in trouble
(Hey-la, hey-la, my lynx is back)
When you see us comin', better cut out on the double
(Hey-la, hey-la, my lynx is back)

You been spreading lies my scoutin' was through
(Hey-la, hey-la, my lynx is back)
So look out now 'cause we're comin' after you
(Hey-la, hey-la, my lynx is back)

Hey, he knows what you been tryin'
Now you're gonna get a fryin'

He's been gone for such a long time
(Hey-la, hey-la, my lynx is back)
Now he's back and things'll be fine
(Hey-la, hey-la, my lynx is back)

You're gonna be sorry you were ever spawned
(Hey-la, hey-la, my lynx is back)
He's not too big but he's awful strong
(Hey-la, hey-la, my lynx is back)

Hey, he knows that you've been sneakin'
Now you're gonna get a beatin'

You said he was gone but that was all lies
(Aah-ooh, aah-ooh)
You're a big troll now but we'll cut you down to size
(Aah-ooh, wait and see)

My lynx is back, he's gonna save the expedition
(Hey-la, hey-la, my lynx is back)
If I were you, I'd take a lengthy intermission
(Hey-la, hey-la, my lynx is back)

(Hey-la, my lynx is back)
(Hey-la, my lynx is back)
(Hey-la, my lynx is back)