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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #765 on: January 02, 2017, 10:35:40 PM »
Pg 655

All Clear, Oh Dear

Door flung,
Kitty clung,
Muzzle swung,
Shots rung.

Body contorted,
Head-shot, sorted.
Attack thwarted,
With death courted.

Glancing, heeded,
Help for Tuuri needed,
Shoulder bleeded,
Attack has succeeded.

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Monsterstruck (based on Thunderstruck by AC/DC)

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Monster
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Monster
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Monster

I was caught
In the middle of a phantom attack (monster)
I looked round
And I knew there was no turning back (monster)
My mind raced
And I thought what could I do (monster)
And I knew
There was no help, no helping you (monster)
I have been stunned,
Ripped through the heart
What have they done?
Torn you apart
You've been
Monsterstruck

Shot through the head, yeah
Stopped the raider, but late was my gun
Bit you, infectious, infectious, help me someone
Unlucky girl
This result is badly timed
Fate is so cruel
Unfortunate fool
Yeah yeah they, they, they got inside

And I don't like what I see
Don't die Tuuri please
Yeah you're in a bloody bind
You've been
Monsterstruck

I don't like what I see
Don't die Tuuri please

Monsterstruck
Monsterstruck
Monsterstruck
Monsterstruck

I wanna cry, you're gonna die
I wanna cry, you're gonna die, die, die

Monsterstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monsterstruck, monsterstruck
Monsterstruck, baby, baby
Monsterstruck, you've been monsterstruck
Monsterstruck, monsterstruck
You've been monsterstruck
« Last Edit: January 03, 2017, 09:54:25 PM by corncobman »
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #766 on: January 04, 2017, 09:07:39 PM »
Pg 656

Need Antidote, Pulling His Coat

Tuuri clutched,
Shouldering pain,
To Reynir, too much,
Frozen, inane.

Exit now Lalli,
Searching for aid.
Mikkel carefree,
Blazing trolls arrayed.

By arm grabbed his coat,
From behind is prised.
Need to take note,
Of his anxious eyes.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #767 on: January 05, 2017, 11:06:42 PM »
Pg 657

Medic Shepherded, Noises Unworded

Leading the medic,
To his cousin stricken,
Ere she becomes dead sick,
The pace they must quicken.

Sigrun, Emil, meanwhile,
Surveying the destruction.
Probably have hidden smiles,
From the pyrotechnic production.

But away from the flames,
Amongst the shadowy ruins.
A ghost exclaims, they've
Not seen the last of its doings...
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #768 on: January 08, 2017, 01:56:01 AM »
Pg 657

“Terzanelle on 655-656”

What is Tuuri’s fate to be?
She sits and holds her wounded shoulder
Minna answers, “We shall see”

Our hearts lie heavy now as boulders
As the twisted body lies there
She sits and holds her wounded shoulder

Reynir speechless, twisting his hair
The horror came so suddenly
As the twisted body lies there

The cat was fighting viciously
Lalli rushed in, fired one shot
The horror came so suddenly

First it was but then it was not
There was no warning, nothing to say
Lalli rushed in, fired one shot

Our tension grows with each new day
There was no warning, nothing to say
What is Tuuri’s fate to be?
Minna answers, “We shall see”

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #769 on: January 08, 2017, 09:38:33 PM »
Pg 658

Bleeding, Crying, Unsatisfying

The ghost horse calls,
As other spirits crowd.
The end was forestalled,
How was escape allowed?

Crying into the dark,
For the ghost-beast circus.
Making wordless remarks,
Disappointed thus,

From spectral doom,
A welcome respite.
Now again the day blooms,
Thus ends a pyrrhic fight.

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Certain Doom
(based on Sonic Boom by Pastiche from Sonic CD)

Something's wrong, bloody cry
It will start a downward slide
It looks painful

End of night, day's advance
Saved by summoning advanced
That you can't handle
Stronger now you'll find

Certain doom, certain doom, certain doom
(Pretty soon you'll meet your maker)
Certain doom, certain doom, certain doom
(I made sure that death will take her)

Through the dark
To the light
It's a supernat'ral fight
Got to keep it goin'

Certain doom, certain doom, certain doom
(Pretty soon you'll meet your maker)
Certain doom, certain doom, certain doom
(I made sure that death will take her)
Certain doom, certain doom, certain doom
(Speak the words that can't be spoken)
Certain doom, certain doom, certain doom
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #770 on: January 11, 2017, 10:27:54 PM »
Pg 659

Solo Pacing, Now Death Racing

A figure on a stroll,
In the wasted ruin.
Smoke and charcoal,
Making rounds while stewing.

On the landscape ashen,
Solitary he strides.
In sombre fashion,
What a calamity to betide.

So what of the hurt
And the medic on call?
Their defences subverted,
What says the protocol?

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Burn Away by the Foo Fighters (with a few small changes)

I have spent a lifetime
Waiting for the chance
To save you my confession
Save the one last dance

The same old superstition
Haunt us now and then
I'm begging the physician
To save my Finnish friend

We'll burn away, burn away, burn away my pride
We'll burn away, burn away, burn away my pride
We'll burn away from all the other flames that burn tonight
We'll burn away, burn away, burn away my pride

Breathe for me from now on
Breathe for me when I'm gone
Burn out beyond
Out beyond the sun

Will you still remember
There behind the skies
Walking on the embers
Standing in their light

The hardest part is knowing
Tuuri's gonna die
The hardest part is waiting here
Patrolling outside

We'll burn away, burn away, burn away my pride
We'll burn away, burn away, burn away my pride
We'll burn away from all the other flames that burn tonight
We'll burn away, burn away, burn away my pride

Breathe for me from now on
Breathe for me when I'm gone
Burn out beyond
Out beyond the sun

Burn on, burn on
Calling to you
Burn on, burn on
Calling to you
Burn on, burn on...

I'll never burn again
Never burn again
Never burn again
Never burn again

We'll never burn again
Never burn again
Never burn again
Never burn again
« Last Edit: January 12, 2017, 01:13:39 AM by corncobman »
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #771 on: January 13, 2017, 09:46:54 PM »
Written right now, because I chose a bad spot to catch up to.


You cannot run. You halt. You hope.
You make your stand. You draw your rope.
You etch your runes. You load your guns.
You lock your doors. The kitten runs.

The darkness brings an army to your door.

The sun goes down. The shadows rise.
The night is filled with chilling cries.
Your hearts beat fast, and they beat too.
Their hooves are homing in on you.

This night will be the longest of your life.

-ThisCat (triumphantly returned to immediately die)


And me gain, for page 661:

This quiet is not like the one before the storm,
But rather like the one that comes thereafter
And as I sit and watch your hunched and somber form
I find I cannot even think of laughter

It is as if the air itself has fallen dead
As if the words we used to share have lost their sense
All we can do is stop the sickness from its spread
And none of us have power left for a pretense

I take a breath and all I smell is dust and ashes
I fold my hands and try to find a way to cope
I close my eyes and I remember dozens crashes
And I look up and I decide there still is hope
« Last Edit: January 18, 2017, 07:49:47 PM by ThisCat »
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #772 on: January 16, 2017, 10:08:23 PM »
Page 660

Gloomy Feels, Making A Seal

Outside the smoke waves,
Inside there's gloom.
They'll have to stay brave.
Melancholy fills the room.

Tuuri rubs her patched wound,
Her shoulder still sore.
With the radio tuned,
The base crew now know the score.

Could just be weeks before,
She meets her grizzly doom.
They'll see her no more,
Seal what could be her tomb.

If you need to, just say,
To Mikkel to go outdoors.
He'll not let them cross ways,
For protection, the doctor.

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Don't Be Sad Man
(based on Bye Bye Badman by The Stone Roses)

Seal her up within
Tape the wall to stop the rash transmission
It will soon begin

It spreads through the air
Don't be gloomy Reynir braidy, don't you dare
But she stays there

Keep your spirits high, she won't break
We'll just keep standing tall
Assume that she won't fall

And I'll come, if you need to go outside
I'll keep her far from you, man
Reynir, don't you be blue and
I'll give you what you need
Gonna be safe, I'll guarantee
Don't be sad man, ooh don't cry

It spreads through the air
Don't be gloomy Reynir braidy, don't you dare
But she stays there

She's been hurt, needs aid
But she stays there, I'm afraid
Assume that she'll be fine
Come Reynir, grow a spine

And I'll come, if you need to go outside
I'll keep her far from you, man
Reynir, don't you be blue and
I'll give you what you need
Gonna be safe, I'll guarantee
Don't be sad man, ooh don't cry

Protocol detention, seal it up and tape it down
This is your side, and this is hers so
Turn your sad frown upside down...

Cabin wall detention, seal it up and tape it down
This is your side, and this is hers so
Turn your sad frown upside down...
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #773 on: January 18, 2017, 11:23:16 PM »
Pg 661

Struck, Bedridden, Unconscious Kin

Assuming she's fine,
It seems not really so.
Two assumptions combined,
Reynir didn't get the memo.

Leave the hole in the floor,
Or casualties will grow.
Rubbing her sores,
Sigrun, how's the elbow?

Onni can't talk right now.
Bedridden, such bad luck.
While indoors, somehow,
He was by lightning struck!

Unresponsive but stable,
Seems he'll be out long.
The main mage thus disabled,
What else can go wrong?
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #774 on: January 19, 2017, 09:58:56 PM »
Pg 662

Wounds Gone Septic, Need To Tell The Medic

Little reaction,
From injured skald.
Dreaded interaction,
Brother'll be stonewalled.

A terrible worrier,
Is the brother Onni.
Better later than earlier,
Will telling him be.

If and when he wakes,
Please don't tell him,
Of the new pains and aches,
She will give the news grim.

Outside the leader pained,
Shows her punctured sores.
Wound infections gained,
Dark and larger than before.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #775 on: January 22, 2017, 10:01:14 PM »
Pg 663

Medic Censure, Seems Secure

Mikkel asks her of,
The start of the aches,
Evasive answers,
Eye contact she breaks.

A medical lecture,
The patient he berates.
The infection can be cured,
But better early than late.

Is she following or,
Taking him seriously?
Her pride needs swallowing,
Stomps off furiously...

The blonde Swedish cleanser,
With kitty in clutch,
Using his living sensor,
But there seems nothing much.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #776 on: January 23, 2017, 10:46:55 PM »
Pg 664

Mad Capitan, Quicker Scan

Kitty inflated,
Sounding a hiss.
Target located,
Up close, doesn't miss.

A voice frustrated,
An impatient tone.
Cleanser berated,
Seeds of discord sown.

She'll sweep better,
Much faster than he.
Petulant debtor,
Must atone for Tuuri.

The gunner Swede,
Is taken aback.
He does not need,
To take heavy flak.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #777 on: January 25, 2017, 10:49:42 PM »
Pg 665

Overreacted, To Lalli Attracted.

Emil rebuffs,
His job he's doing.
Her voice loud and gruff,
Scares kitty, mewing.

Too tight, hugging, but,
Slips from his grip.
Displeased somewhat,
Away kitty skips.

The noise and vigour,
Too much does offend her.
Now to the solo figure
Silent, thin and slender.

Too noisy, too rough,
Too intense, too strong.
Where it's quiet enough,
With other cat she belongs...
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #778 on: January 26, 2017, 09:15:47 PM »
Pg 666

Showing Hurt, Little Comfort

Finnish scout alone,
Muttering words terse.
Uselessness bemoaned,
Does he himself curse?

The cat at his ankles,
Purring out aloud.
The situation rankles,
Breaking down, the scout proud.

Holding kitty close,
He looks off forlorn.
Bowing, aching, morose,
His heart, broken, torn...
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #779 on: January 29, 2017, 11:57:11 PM »
Pg 667

Sigrun, Reynir Sit, Broken Pieces and Bits

Lalli despairs,
An audible sigh.
Kitty mews and stares,
Doesn't know why.

Reynir's outside,
Sigrun's not thrilled.
He's gloomy eyed,
Her looks could kill.

Emil, Tuuri, Mikkel,
Repairing the hole
Applying their skills,
Damage taken its toll.

Not the right ones.
They need other bits.
Long ere they're done,
For mechanical refit.
A man left his Icelandic home
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