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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #660 on: July 05, 2016, 02:36:52 AM »
Pg 557

Nothing Here, Now Disappear!

Reynir picks up the hound,
Up off of the ground,
Carrying doggy around,
To see what he found.

Carried, dogs bane,
Across the planes,
Canine untrained,
So unentertained.

Through portal peer,
What have we here?
Scratching his ear,
Then hound shows his rear.

Setting him down,
This mistaken clown.
And now his hound's
Back homeward bound.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #661 on: July 05, 2016, 10:58:45 PM »
Pg 558

Off Puppy Minced, Still Unconvinced

Away puppy prances,
Happily dances,
Spurning advances.
No second chances.

Reynir left fuming,
No talk resuming.
Exploration looming.
Building unassuming.

Won't go it alone,
His spirit disowned.
Misfortune, bemoan.
Doggy, throw him a bone!

Loathe to go on,
Going over yon.
Finnish cat gone,
On this empty pond.

The Icelandic checks,
Vacant wood decks.
Reynir's perplexed.
What to do next?


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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #662 on: July 07, 2016, 12:10:04 AM »
Pg 559

Reynir Released, He Will Have No Piece

Reynir thinking,
In fog enshrouded.
Heart is sinking,
His mind is clouded.

Then gets an idea,
Shrugging his arms.
Others in absentia,
Oh, what's the harm?

Boldness regained,
He heads out to see.
Crossing domains,
To bother Onni.

Old mage in fleece,
A sheepskin cloak.
Sleeping in peace,
Let's give him a poke!
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #663 on: July 07, 2016, 11:55:29 PM »
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Told Him, Didn't He? No, Just Lalli

"Do you remember?"
Onni looks shocked.
Intruder entered,
His peace is rocked.

"Yes! For the fifth time!"
He remembers Reynir.
"I told you, didn't I,
Not to come here!"

Reynir looks baffled,
"I don't think you did."
Onni's unravelled, he
Told the other kid.

Lost was the order, by
The scout who just sleeps.
Now crossed the border,
The tender of sheeps.

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Did I Tell You Not To Come
(based on Mama Told Me Not To Come lyrics by Randy Newman)

Reynir poked me, why I outta...
That stupid Braidy
What's all these crazy questions he's askin' me?
Why couldn't you just stay away and let Onni be
I can distinctly remember telling thee

Did I tell you not to come?
Did I tell you not to come?
Must have told the other one, no

Sleeping by the water, let no-one into this place
And now the stupid foreign kid is all up in my face
Now that Icelandic fool bumbled uninvited here
I wish my magic could just make him disappear

Did I tell you not to come?
Did I tell you not to come?
Must have told the other one, son
Must have told the other one, son

The braided one is here now, Reynir interrupts my dream
I'm looking at the doofus - I only wanna scream
I seen so many things I ain't never seen before
Don't know what it is - he's not welcome any more

Did I tell you not to come?
Did I tell you not to come?
Oh no, must have told the other one, son
Must have told the other one, no

Must have told the other one, no
Must have told the other one, son
Must have told the other one, no
Must have told the other one, son

Must have told the other one, no
Must have told the other one, son
Must have told the other one, no
Must have told the other one, son
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #664 on: July 10, 2016, 11:22:20 PM »
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Doofus With Your Hair In Braids
(based on Daughter Of The Everglades by Rory Gallagher)

Were you taught by a monkey
Down in the silent land?
Where the air is dark and sinister
In the night there's no safe place to stand

Of your magic though I can't speak
Visions I can't understand
The buildings empty there you say?
Just don't leave your land

Doofus with your hair in braids
I thought I made it clear
Doofus with your hair in braids
To never come in here
Weird vision giver
Your safe space you adhere

Well you sound like a madman
You have just destroyed my calm
Learn to listen or make do
You're not as knowing
Or as careful as I am

In this place there is no law
The spirits make all the rules
What they are, you'll find out
When they come to look for you

Doofus with your hair in braids
Why did you come in here?
Doofus with your hair in braids
My calm has turned to fear
I cannot deliver
I just hope they don't appear

Well you look full of pity
But you're something of a seer
You're annoying, braidy
You should listen to your peers
So far from your safety
Down in the silent land
Your Icelandic magic
I can never understand

Just go back to your Iceland
And leave me well alone
When the spirits come just don't cry
When you're turned to skin and bones

Well you speak of your visions
You're shouting so firm and loud
You shouldn't make such decisions
When your sight's in such a cloud

Doofus with your hair in braids
Why are you cavalier?
Doofus with your hair in braids
The sum of all my fears
My patience on a sliver
I wish you'd disappear

Doofus with your hair in braids
My wisdom serves me here
Doofus with your hair in braids
Your magic's not so clear
Stand or deliver
I just wish you'd disappear

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Visions Of Lore, I Will Not Ignore

You need my help?
Use the radio, please.
Annoying young whelp,
You're bothering me.

A weird empty place,
My dog doesn't care.
I'm not afraid,
Just go with me there.

Whatever it may be,
Just leave it alone.
Spare me from your plea,
Go back to your home.

Leave it, I will not
I saw visions before.
A meaning they brought,
And I will not ignore.

What if it's a warning,
Of some danger unimagined?
We'll die, you'll be mourning.
Do you want that to happen?
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #665 on: July 13, 2016, 02:14:02 AM »
Pg 562

Not Afraid, Catch The Braid

Onni at last agrees,
Somewhat begrudging.
"Great follow me!"
Behind Reynir, trudging.

Into yonder haze,
Past the water pools.
At the edge stop and gaze,
Loathe to follow the fool.

Hesitant at the edge,
In facing his fears.
Balking at the stretch,
This mental frontier.

It's now life or death.
"Come on!" - he's too slow.
Taking a deep breath, he
Has to suck it up and go.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #666 on: July 15, 2016, 05:09:45 AM »
Pg 563

Panic Attack, Shoved In The Back

Onni frowns,
Fear to drown?
Coming back the redhead clown.

Stubborn seer,
Won't leave here,
Will not traverse his own frontier.

Travel blocked,
Stands on hocks,
Reynir shoves as Onni balks.

As he slides,
Will not abide,
Pulls away, he has his pride.

Hand on hood,
Frightened mood,
Into weird foreign neighbourhood.

Have to go,
Now in tow,
Better all be worth it, though...


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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #667 on: July 18, 2016, 03:03:06 AM »
Pg 564

Let Your Eyes Feast, Mage Not A Priest

The mismatched pair
Cross the threshold.
What have they there,
Bright, shining, untold?

Wooden ceiling beams,
Pillars of wood too.
This building of dreams,
What's this place to you?

A sight for eyes sore,
Into this strange place led.
Reflective stone floor,
A structure at the head,

Several benches to sit,
Many rows upon rows.
A hall glowingly lit,
What does Onni suppose?
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #668 on: July 20, 2016, 09:05:21 AM »
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That Place Of Prayer, Onni Wants Outta There

This place Onni knows,
Temple of the gods old.
Places of worship arose,
In nations manifold.

You must have chanced,
Upon one of them before.
He did, but a mere glance.
Never went in to explore.

Why did this place appear?
This mystery vision.
No meaning to Onni here.
No point in staying within.

As Onni calls upon,
Reynir to abandon.
Braidy's eyes are drawn
Toward something random.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #669 on: July 22, 2016, 06:04:43 AM »
Pg 566

Pull The Fool

Enters the vision,
Staring, dignified.
Lady on a mission,
Or something besides?

Wave to the lady,
Reynir saying "hello".
Onni turns to the braidy,
Suddenly pulls Reynir fro.

The sheepherder's pulled,
With all of one's might.
Onni won't be fooled,
He knows all is not right.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #670 on: July 26, 2016, 03:15:03 PM »
Pg 567

Your Eyes Must Avert, Can't Help But Blurt

Onni tells Reynir to avert his eyes,
Using his hands to improvise,
Odd behaviour thus given rise,
Lady unimpressed with this disguise.

Gives greeting to them, the stranger,
At first look there is no danger.
Is this a ruse, a body changer,
Or is Onni mistaken in her nature?

Covering their eyes now to counteract.
"Who are you?" Asks the lady in black,
They both look silly, to this way react.
Reynir can't help but answer her back.

Reynir responds with "Hi, we're just-"
He's cut off by Onni, full of distrust.
Follows not the lead that they discussed.
To stop Reynir talking, his mouth needs to be bust...
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #671 on: July 27, 2016, 05:04:23 AM »
Pg 568

A Death Declared, She's Well Aware

Onni still hides his
Eyes with his gloves.
Trying to guide,
The lady thereof.

Asking her name,
So she can be at rest.
She wants not the same,
The black dressed guest.

She has no intention
Of leaving quite yet.
No misapprehension,
She knows her demise met.

Onni impatiently said,
Trying to end this affair:
"Look lady, you're dead."
But she says "I'm well aware."
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #672 on: July 29, 2016, 02:15:57 PM »
Pg 569

Faith Unbroken, For So Long Not Spoken

Sticking around is
No good for the soul.
Hell on earth bound,
With no reason or role.

Her faith protects thus,
His help is dismissed.
She has a purpose,
But unknown what it is.

Reynir is transfixed,
By the situation at hand.
His feelings are mixed,
In this strange dreamland.

Onni wants to go on,
No reason to stay.
But she wants to liason,
For so long, no parley.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #673 on: August 01, 2016, 04:20:20 AM »
Pg 570

Seems Hearty, Tea Party

Onni looking mad,
While Reynir glances.
Any escape they had, well,
They lost their chances.

Lady leads the way,
While they both stare.
Is Onni afraid,
Or is he prepared?

Tea, coffee, cakes,
And sugar lumps.
Reynir happy to take,
While Onni has the humps.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #674 on: August 02, 2016, 08:47:30 AM »
Pg 571

Taking Some Laps, Filling In Gaps

What does Onni think?
The lady he'd whoop.
Reynir wants to drink,
The cup of weird soup.

This spirit's not mighty,
He'd win on his own.
So enjoy this high tea,
And maybe a scone.

She's been here for years,
Unknown exactly how long.
Using caution, no fears,
Onni's sufficiently strong.

She died from disease,
Can't quite recall well.
Fuzzy her memories,
Long after her death knell.

Reynir laps it up,
The drink from his host.
This hot soup in his cup,
It tastes rather gross!

Being stuck here like this.
Boy, it sure must suck.
His guess is amiss.
Child, she isn't stuck.
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