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Nehetsrev:
Days to Fade

Predator, coiled to strike...
Prey, wandering unwary...
A moment frozen and seared with flame
Piercing eternal night.

Leaf-eaters mourn their losses,
Sending out their bigger bosses,
But the wiley predator eludes their traps,
Fighters strayed too far,
and so now they play taps.

Leaf-eaters mourn their losses,
"Too many have gone beyond!," they cry,
"Can you tell us why?"
My answer is a challenge,
A call to arms to fight with razor teeth.
Lo! The call is answered by pitiful wretch!

His guns screamed with quest for vengeance!
His cannons fired with thirst for blood!
Maybe not a leaf-eater after all, this one,
I think, I ponder, I grin...
A brave man in pitiful craft,
Though useless are his strivings against my own.
I decide not to send this one beyond...

A deal is forged, a truce is given,
Though lasting it will not be.
A week the leaf-eater and his kin are given.
A week to grow, a week to strengthen.
Seven days to wait until I return
To sink my teeth in flesh of steel,
To rend more gaping holes.
The leaf-eater knows, to sate my thirst, what must be done.

WASTE NOT THIS CHANCE OF MERCY! YOU WILL RECEIVE NO OTHER!

- by F.M. Rachel


(maybe not quite inane, but still poetic I think.  *shrugs*)

Falonthas:
mad props for that one frank

Nehetsrev:
You liked that one, eh?

That's one I wrote back in my Freelancer days.  It's written in the voice of a character I played named Vogon Jeltz (loosely modeled after or inspired by the Vogon named Jeltz from the Hitchhiker's books by Douglas Adams).  He was a rather destructive fellow with constantly ill-temper who loved shouting a lot, perhaps almost as much as he loved blowing up things (hence why the final line is in all caps).

Anyhow, here's another poem, though unrelated.


Drip! Drop!

When drips the drip
On yonder pain
So wrought with sorrow
And my woe's for tomorrow,

Then drops the drop
Of tears again
While the songbird cries
Laughing at my endless tries.

Yay, drops the drip,
Blood of the slain
Washing clean my slate,
Returned to a righteous state.

How drips the drop
Of mercy lain
Gently on my ghost
Reaching down from Heaven's host.

Drip!  Drop!  Drop!  Drip!
In hard, wet rain
Loving is my God
Leading me with Shepherd's rod.


-by F.M. Rachel

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Ah, what the heck...more Vogon madness... (here's another in the voice of Vogon Jeltz).


Chinko Day, My Ode!


Lanes of empty heads flying
Their goods in the blackened dark now strewn
Tallie vintel-virgles should watch their backs!
Calling for help too late,
They went BOOM!

Blackened dark around in flight,
Chinko heard the call, Chinko flew right.
Kracken flurid, salute in honor!

'Til little interloper did interupt,
Jeltz did enjoy the tussel.
Flurid kracken, salute in honor!

Mayhaps again Chinko,
Mayhaps again Jeltz,
Again 'til shattering boom resound,
if left alone to spark in strife
like befits honorable warriors.
Megitz emp slurad, to beggal degree, salute!
In honor salute the Chinko t'day!
My oath.

AND SEE IF I DON'T!

by F.M. Rachel

Stephen_Zuckerman:
I can write in five
 Syllables per line
 It's really not hard
 As far as things go
 But rhymes might challenge.

Pseudonym:
For such seek Darkstorme
Rhyme alacrity
Ouroboros worm
No place for grammar
Mediocrity

Post here in this thread
Syntax pedagogue
(If you're out of bed
and not on a jog ...

... if photo a guide
jogging you've let slide)

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