Poetry corner
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FRIEND TODAY
In this bar
I sit, I sip,
I am an outsider here,
having travelled so far.
Camouflaged I am,
sitting as they.
Sitting and sipping
avoiding the fray.
I've some load to move,
a chip embedded,
last runs hack,
I was the jack.
Where's my fence?
The smoke is dense,
I feel intense,
switch to the implant,
release the endorphins,
heart rate recoils.
Now I'm back,
another sip,
warm smooth whiskey
wise key
double me, his_key
rolls down—
its charm
as a fool
takes a hold,
he grabs my arm
switch blade
flicks out.
Pressed to his throat,
his identity revealed,
was his only hope.
Sit down friend,
is what I say,
you are mine
but only today.
In this bar
I sit, I sip,
I am an outsider here,
having travelled so far.
Camouflaged I am,
sitting as they.
Sitting and sipping
avoiding the fray.
I've some load to move,
a chip embedded,
last runs hack,
I was the jack.
Where's my fence?
The smoke is dense,
I feel intense,
switch to the implant,
release the endorphins,
heart rate recoils.
Now I'm back,
another sip,
warm smooth whiskey
wise key
double me, his_key
rolls down—
its charm
as a fool
takes a hold,
he grabs my arm
switch blade
flicks out.
Pressed to his throat,
his identity revealed,
was his only hope.
Sit down friend,
is what I say,
you are mine
but only today.
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Such a shame, was a sweet poem Maia.
I'd volunteer to be your Prince Charming but doubt my significant other would appreciate that much!
I'd volunteer to be your Prince Charming but doubt my significant other would appreciate that much!
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What an exceptionally cringey comment...
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..I have to say the "poetry" is fucking shit in this corner so far.
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I disagree, atto; you didn't have to say it.attofishpi wrote: ↑Mon Jun 05, 2023 6:44 pm ..I have to say the "poetry" is fucking shit in this corner so far.
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TitHarbal wrote: ↑Mon Jun 05, 2023 6:47 pmI disagree, atto; you didn't have to say it.attofishpi wrote: ↑Mon Jun 05, 2023 6:44 pm ..I have to say the "poetry" is fucking shit in this corner so far.
now we have progress.
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"I'd volunteer to be your Prince Charming but doubt my significant other would appreciate that much!"
If Wizard doubted Maia's love for him one thousand times, then one thousand times he'd be wrong.
(a riddle to reveal the true identity of our protagonist that only those from ILP can solve)
If Wizard doubted Maia's love for him one thousand times, then one thousand times he'd be wrong.
(a riddle to reveal the true identity of our protagonist that only those from ILP can solve)
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I'm impressed, you should have stayed impetuous! A humorous Monty Python type of poem in perfect rhyme that not many are capable of producing. It couldn't have been the only one you've written worthy of publishing. Even on this site surprises are still possible.Harbal wrote: ↑Sun Jun 04, 2023 6:39 pm I once wrote a poem about an adventure I had way back when I was young and impetuous:
Sunken stones in an ancient wood
mark out where once a dwelling stood.
And here I set out my strange tale
of the quest to find my holy grail.
Within a ring of giant oaks
once stood a house where darkness cloaks
the ground where only toadstools grow,
and forest creatures will not go.
They say an artful witch lived there,
who hid a formula somewhere
among the ruins of that site,
that place where even day is night.
I heard the story of that place
and went in search to find a trace
of that old secret that was hidden.
To eyes of mortal man forbidden.
I fought through thicket, thorn and bush,
forever onward did I push.
Driven by my blind ambition
to find the witch’s weird prescription.
Suddenly my way was barred
by a ring of trees, all standing guard,
and within my breast my heart did race
from fear of that infernal place.
Yet, on I went into the clearing,
forcing back my dread and fearing
of punishment those trees might wreak.
Forbidden game of hide-and-seek.
Then heaving out a desperate groan
from heaving up a massive stone;
heart thumping wildly in my breast,
I saw the object of my quest.
A wooden casket, rotted away,
yet still protecting from decay,
a parchment furled and rolled up tight,
right there, before my wide-eyed sight.
That precious scroll, worth more than gold,
by trembling hands was soon unrolled.
And in my grasp, before my eye,
a recipe for rhubarb pie.
I knelt there on that cold, dank ground,
and from the oaks there came a sound.
A murmur spread from tree to tree,
those accursed oaks were laughing at me.
BTW, was the recipe in Greek or Latin?
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It's like The Blair Witch Project or something.
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I was very drunk last night, but I do remember reading a poem that I enjoyed and wondering what the recipe to a rhubarb pie was..Dubious wrote: ↑Tue Jun 06, 2023 3:46 amI'm impressed, you should have stayed impetuous! A humorous Monty Python type of poem in perfect rhyme that not many are capable of producing. It couldn't have been the only one you've written worthy of publishing. Even on this site surprises are still possible.Harbal wrote: ↑Sun Jun 04, 2023 6:39 pm I once wrote a poem about an adventure I had way back when I was young and impetuous:
Sunken stones in an ancient wood
mark out where once a dwelling stood.
And here I set out my strange tale
of the quest to find my holy grail.
Within a ring of giant oaks
once stood a house where darkness cloaks
the ground where only toadstools grow,
and forest creatures will not go.
They say an artful witch lived there,
who hid a formula somewhere
among the ruins of that site,
that place where even day is night.
I heard the story of that place
and went in search to find a trace
of that old secret that was hidden.
To eyes of mortal man forbidden.
I fought through thicket, thorn and bush,
forever onward did I push.
Driven by my blind ambition
to find the witch’s weird prescription.
Suddenly my way was barred
by a ring of trees, all standing guard,
and within my breast my heart did race
from fear of that infernal place.
Yet, on I went into the clearing,
forcing back my dread and fearing
of punishment those trees might wreak.
Forbidden game of hide-and-seek.
Then heaving out a desperate groan
from heaving up a massive stone;
heart thumping wildly in my breast,
I saw the object of my quest.
A wooden casket, rotted away,
yet still protecting from decay,
a parchment furled and rolled up tight,
right there, before my wide-eyed sight.
That precious scroll, worth more than gold,
by trembling hands was soon unrolled.
And in my grasp, before my eye,
a recipe for rhubarb pie.
I knelt there on that cold, dank ground,
and from the oaks there came a sound.
A murmur spread from tree to tree,
those accursed oaks were laughing at me.
BTW, was the recipe in Greek or Latin?
Pull your finger out Harbal, wots this amazing recipe?
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Tragically, I even know the name of the coffee shop where he works.promethean75 wrote: ↑Tue Jun 06, 2023 2:17 am "I'd volunteer to be your Prince Charming but doubt my significant other would appreciate that much!"
If Wizard doubted Maia's love for him one thousand times, then one thousand times he'd be wrong.
(a riddle to reveal the true identity of our protagonist that only those from ILP can solve)
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The few I have written were mostly inspired by other, well known poems:
“We have eaten all the oysters,”
the Carpenter proclaimed.
The Walrus looked around to see
no single one remained.
“They were so plump and tasty, though,
we hardly can be blamed.”
The Walrus and the Carpenter
walked off along the sand,
when all at once they noticed they
were walking hand in hand.
Although, as to the reason why,
they did not understand.
And then the Walrus turned to speak,
but knew not what to say.
Perhaps a word or two about
the strangeness of their day.
“I’m worried,” said the Carpenter,
“I think we might be gay.”
“That’s not so bad,” the Walrus said,
“in fact, it might be fun.”
“Let’s stop right here upon the sand
And make love in the sun."
But when he turned to face his friend,
The Carpenter had gone.
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You certainly have an outstanding talent. Humour in poetry is a lot less humorous if it didn't rhyme. You definitely mastered the art. I imagine Kipling would have been one of you inspirations!Harbal wrote: ↑Tue Jun 06, 2023 7:59 amThe few I have written were mostly inspired by other, well known poems:
“We have eaten all the oysters,”
the Carpenter proclaimed.
The Walrus looked around to see
no single one remained.
“They were so plump and tasty, though,
we hardly can be blamed.”
The Walrus and the Carpenter
walked off along the sand,
when all at once they noticed they
were walking hand in hand.
Although, as to the reason why,
they did not understand.
And then the Walrus turned to speak,
but knew not what to say.
Perhaps a word or two about
the strangeness of their day.
“I’m worried,” said the Carpenter,
“I think we might be gay.”
“That’s not so bad,” the Walrus said,
“in fact, it might be fun.”
“Let’s stop right here upon the sand
And make love in the sun."
But when he turned to face his friend,
The Carpenter had gone.
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I don't know a lot about poetry or poets, but I do like well written words, especially when they make me laugh. When I first decided to write a poem, to post on a forum that I was on at the time, I just looked online for the basic principles of poetry. I'm not a proper poet, by any stretch of the imagination.
Actually, I've never liked or been able to see much point in poetry, but during the course of my research I developed an admiration for at least some of it. I still wouldn't call myself a poetry fan, but there are a few poems that I've come across that I really like.
The only poem of Kipling's that I'm familiar with is If.