1,2,3,4, I declare a ... poetry contest

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Mazzak

Guest
OH NO! HOLY DEPOSITS OF SILICON DEEP BENEATH THE CRUST OF THE VERY EARTH WE WALK ON!

Mazzak has decided, and will not be dissuaded, that what the CPA needs right this minute is a dash of copper dust, a barrel of monkeys, and a hearty game of Find The Fish. But mostly, a Poetry Contest.

The glorious and talented Casual Player who manages to please me most with his or her word-arranging skillz shall recieve in the mail an authentic Mazzak-style shiny object inspired by their poetic stylings.

So go forth and create, and you may be rewarded handsomely...
 
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Svenmonkey

Guest
Well, you know what I'm going to submit. Unfortunately, the computer that it's stored on only starts up in Safe Mode and will need a clean reinstall of Windows after we get everything we need off of the hard drive. :eek:
 
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Svenmonkey

Guest
I'll start calling you the Tumbleton Tractor Queen right now, then, Tumbleton Tractor Queen.
 
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Mazzak

Guest
I am very disappointed in you all for not posting poetry in this thread. POST OR DIE SCALLAWAGS!!!!!!
 
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Svenmonkey

Guest
Apocalypse

Yea, the great opposum,
upon his humble hind lay a flea of twenty,
who's vast fisheries exceeded rest,
"but why?" quoth the flea,
"must I tabanise myself upon this marsupial hide?,"
"The tollage lieth beyond."

Along the line of sand grains Crotalus basks awaiting,
till blazing sheets of flame parget the shining portal,
and death lie awaiting infenitismal legions,
abrasions on marsupial hides be lessened,
Pestilence cometh to the Siphonapteran.

The gate of peril gloweth before the fleafolk,
blazing like an unearthen comet,
pulling through the parasites three by three,
three by three they disappeared,
through the window of no mercy,
defenestrated.
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Beat that you kids! I've already posted this on this forum twice, but it still retains its riveting storyline and jaw-dropping action scenes.
 
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Thallid Ice Cream Man

Guest
The Ian MacDonald Saga (Inspired by Ian MacDonald)

I
Thus died the acorn bereft of family nor titties.
Sink, sink, sink, sink, sink little young man.
The acorn, the apothem, the flowering walrusroot'n'cabbage-pie gyro,
scratches its last ass like a 1337 kiddy dying in a hail of bad action movie DVD cases.
thras
h
twist
the deft little meaty fingers on the big strong fishermens hands
assaulted and defil't the can opener.
Ian Macdonald could not have imagined a sweller scene, and Ian Macdonald dreamed of only saxophone rape.

II
hired guns and waistcoats from the coast
prance in staggering stark defiance of hope for any human development
lick bite blood finger
smiling stab tooth burning brush
one note sol heil master egg puruple eye
geldof gobber gibbon gherkin gfret
6:37 shrapnel stirring stick
shuttlecoKCk schwinn piston industry
sandpaper on muscle
Ian MacDonald where are you now

III
shirk
retroactive addition
pulse death
bleed bled bleed bled bleed bleddededdedlbbdddblleeebeblb
nerv

IV
Ring finer finger 54 studious
silhouetted winger wagons sear and insert the PAINFUL KNIFE
thirteen eight, eight twenty eight
enter MacDonald

V
soleil solo saxophone
da da da da-da-da-da
believe thrust death cold hand obelisk
warm and destroy little dog
acorn call to me my pew powers
no promise of freedom
MacDonald do slump

Epilogue
from the crowd:
"sheepionker!"
sheeps oink not in time of peril
olde forbieen ways curse through the black as marinas vent night
sink they to freedom of noth











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Edit: Oh great, I forgot it filters out shuttleco ck, the thing you hit with in badminton. That's all I edited (and this and the spaces, of course).
 
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Svenmonkey

Guest
I fail to see any edge-of-your-seat action in his. It's clearly there in mine. Anyway...

The Place Where I Go Every Evening Around Five Unless I'm Watching Television

Once a bush,
nine point one two five eight,
no more extraterrestrial,
no more bean curd.

Celeste, my rash!
Oh the ponderous frippery!
I require more than five batteries per hour!
Less energy-efficient than a Beetle Borg.
 
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Mazzak

Guest
Sorry, but his has the line "soleil solo saxophone" which i find just cricket-spitting hilarious.

Edit: everyone must post here. Don't make me start posting some of my own...
 
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train

Guest
Jakc and Jill
went up the hill
each with a dollar and a quarter

Jill came down
with two and a half
think they went up for water?!...;)
 
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Thallid Ice Cream Man

Guest
"Celeste, my rash!" is really good though, I recognize that much. And "frippery..." someone else has been listening to king crimson... ;)
 
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Svenmonkey

Guest
I do not know where my knowledge of the wonders of frippery came from, but it was in a short story I read for English class.
 
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Apollo

Guest
I am far from a master poet, but I like writing goofy love poems to friends. :p My friend Dana was complaining that her boyfriend never wrote her love letters, so I told her that I'd write a letter for him and send it to her. This is it:

I love you for your smile,
Beautiful and sweet;
I love you for your eyes,
And can't wait till mine they meet.

I love you for your cheeks,
Blushing bright as they read this.
I love you for you,
Who I already miss

I love you for your personality,
Never arrogant or snooty;
And most of all, dearest Dana
I love that luscious booty.
 
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Apollo

Guest
This one I wrote to my friend Erin one day... she told me she watned a poem, and I was hungry and feeling goofy...

The Things I love

You are like BBQ chicken pizza, enticing me with the first taste, but still promising ever more delight with the flavors to come

You are like Cherry Coke, refreshing me and invigorating me, yet leaving me thirsting for even more

You are like SweetTarts, shocking me, then diminishing to a level of divine sweetness before melting away each night

You are like Chicken Parmesan, a delightful blend of everything that is good in the world

You are like vegetable lasagna, with many layers and lots of depth to your personality, and ohhhh so good for me

You are like a perfect steak, tender and warm, and best when filled with juices

And finally, you are like ice cream, delicious, sweet, and really good when I'm all hot and sweaty
 
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Svenmonkey

Guest
I'm appalled by the cheesy love poems. I'm going to call mommy.
 
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Zero T Katama

Guest
The Tree

The tree
it does not know
how deep and wide
the roots of pain may go

The tree
does not learn
how branches of love
can be broken and make one yearn

The tree
it cannot see
how woes like leaves
drop down in twos or threes

Yet my tree
lies deep inside
it is my heart, and knows
these pains far and wide
 
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Apollo

Guest
Hehe, thanks Mazzak, and Sven, I'm sorry if they're too cheesy for ya, but I guess I'm just a pretty cheesy guy. :p

...Meunster!
 
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Prince RXI

Guest
'Rain's Lore'
By David Wanich/ Prince RXI

At the sight of darkened skies
I tremble as I realize
That long ago on far off shore
That mighty legend fell to lore

There that lay a misty maiden
Of which fate love-lorn had laden
For her hero so bold and true,
Vanished with words of love too few

She who lost her love now lays
And with her sorrows there she stays
Love and friendship some may mock
But for her mourn she is like a rock

And still she sits and waits the day
That by chance that he should stray
And return there to where he left
With his heart mourning her theft

But here I sit on this side
With the jewel for her I tried
And wait the day that she comes here
Rain, that one I love so dear.





Prince RXI, ...Rain... I miss the.
 
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