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

Discussion in 'Off Topic' started by Mazzak, Mar 25, 2003.

  1. Bob Idiot

    Rain always seem to mean sadness.

    I am the worst poet ever. I wish I wasn't. If I was a good poet, my band could have good lyrics.
  2. Mazzak Stylemongering Protodeity

  3. Thallid Ice Cream Man 21sT CeNTuRy sChIZoId MaN

    Greg Lake hopped into the trap.
    schwing his leg
  4. Mazzak Stylemongering Protodeity

    I said, MORE!!!
  5. train The Wildcard!!!...

    Now I played in a tournament
    sneak attack! die!
  6. Thallid Ice Cream Man 21sT CeNTuRy sChIZoId MaN

    I saw the turtle. It was on the
    fortunately, the turtle,,,,,,,,,,,.
    spun aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrround.

    there. happy?
  7. Mazzak Stylemongering Protodeity

    la la la everyone submit something or die la la la
  8. Svenmonkey Pants Chancellor


    It tastes pretty bad,
    it wants to consume me,
    I do not want to consume it,
    come on, ham, what are you doing?
    Do you think I'm a goiter or something?
  9. Apollo Bird Boy

    This is for a girl I met online, Erin. One day, I don't remember why, but she claimed to be hiding in my closet. I told her that I looked in the closet and she wasn't there, and she told me that she had run away really quick. In response, I wrote this goofy poem:

    Erin and eric would talk every night
    Staying up till the morning light
    She said he was fine--
    He liked her behind--
    Especially when she wore clothes that were tight ;-)

    Then one night, erin decided to hide
    In the room in which eric resides
    But she decided to go
    Without saying hello
    And eric was left unsatisfied
  10. train The Wildcard!!!...

    The only one word poem I ever wrote:

  11. Svenmonkey Pants Chancellor

    Apollo is probably one of those people who goes in chat rooms for a reason that isn't making fun of folks you don't know.

    Reenactment of Apollo's conversation with that person:
    Apollo:I have a closet.
    Loveurloins6969 (Erin): Hey everyone. Check out my webcam <>
    Apollo: You're hiding in my closet?!
    Loveurloins6969 (Erin): Hey everyone. Check out my webcam <>
    Apollo: No you aren't! I looked.
    Loveurloins6969 (Erin): Hey everyone. Check out my webcam <>
    Apollo: I'm going to write you a poem.

    :p ;)
  12. Mazzak Stylemongering Protodeity

    Good ol' personal mythology... makes for good content...
    The Song Of Dust - Mazzak Dy'Qtzyano

    It is the walls
    It is the floor
    The ceiling too
    It has no door…

    In this black box
    The sun may shine
    Feeding with its
    Light the vine
    The souls of trillions
    In tendrils wrapped
    Secure but mortal-
    They are trapped!

    And in the dark
    The terrors dwell
    My conscious product:
    A worldly Hell
    A dual being
    From my mind
    To create, and
    Destroy in kind!

    Behold! From dust
    And scrap and shard
    Arise the shadow
    Of the scarred
    But love and beauty
    In his eyes
    The strength
    Of prison-bars disguise!

    Behold! From rust
    And wind and rain
    He comes to split
    The walls in twain
    The whispers
    Of the storm shall say,
    Mazzak you fool,
    ‘Tis not your clay!

    Light and dark
    What is and not
    Firmament, void
    I shape their lot
    One will fall
    One will remain
    And only then
    Shall cease the pain

    Through new creation
    Or world’s end
    I will triumph
    I will ascend
    He fears the calming
    He fears the flames
    They fear themselves,
    They fear their names!

    From void
    The firmament shall spring
    Worlds made anew
    A common thing
    For all that is
    Is made of Love
    Boundless as
    The violet skies above!

    So here I sing
    The song of dust
    The song of splinters
    And of rust
    I sing the song
    In voices two
    Dear Zhyanno,
    I sing for you!
  13. Thallid Ice Cream Man 21sT CeNTuRy sChIZoId MaN

    tramp supersucks.
    yes no
    check message length
    regard the taille of the options springer flow
    eine million
    knight swords extend towards infinity with the sound effect
    and combine them
    and you get hungry
    in the risk game

    whenn is the end
    we eagerlly waait
    the succulent stabbing smile of the face of death in our backs
    connect search F4
  14. DÛke Memento Mori

    ...I know this is not a serious thread, but I will share a more serious poem here.

    Although incomplete, the poem makes a clear message. This is unedited work, so if some parts sound unmusical, it is quite expected. The first part of the poem was composed by two friends of mine - I joined them later and added my own insights and revisions to it. Beyond the first part, all other parts of the poem are of my own creation - my friends did not like where I was taking the poem, but again, I did not exactly find much taste and sophistication where they were leading it either.

    Few parts of this poem are inspired by the Bible.

    The Evil onto Light

    Part I: The Child

    I rise as I sink beneath the depths of mystery.
    Mirrors made me look at the ways of life –
    Before me, stood the Mosaic of the truths.
    Before me, a question mark and a doubt.

    Of agonizing moments we experience –
    Love and impatience, together in one sphere of sight.
    It’s forbidden to talk, impossible to move.
    Silence is a virtue! What is a God’s word!
    Punish me now! – I want to feel the exact pain.
    Then reintroduce the joy, till I differentiate both.
    Open my heart for I desire to know.

    Is it madness that one beholds?
    Is it, when the walls of obscurity are taken down?
    Answer me, you looking sure Man!
    If I lose my faith, I lose my mind.
    If I lose my mind, I lose the world.

    Part II: Masquerade

    It is not against myself that I move,
    Bleeding myself the pain of leaving me behind.
    But it is that I move with myself that I am pained.
    To my desires I run, to my own embrace –
    And thus I run away from and against the world.

    Towards pleasure and happiness the world moves,
    Weary and away from the slightest pains.
    Liberation from pain – a movement of deliberation.
    They have lost all tracks of time,
    Thus they are fond of quickness,
    Of Holy words and instant Nobility.
    They are wisest wise men,
    They stand on the highest peaks,
    The highest mountains,
    But neither have they climbed to this highness
    Nor do they know the art of climbing –
    They have stolen high words
    And assumed a Good appearance.
    And now they walk amongst us
    Reciting what they have stolen.

    Against their desires they run.
    Free of thought, for they know of you,
    That for you are taught,
    And to run to you they want,
    Running away from their shadows.
    But he who runs from his shadow never escapes.
    It is their secret wishes and self-victimizations,
    Their vengeances and hatred,
    That they begin to seek you,
    Out of bad feelings and bad spirits,
    That they begin to seek you,
    But you are beyond what they seek:
    They seek an end to their tears and longing,
    And a punishment to all those they hate –
    In your name they practice their base instincts,
    In the name of Holiness.
    It is in this manner that they seek.

    Towards you they leap,
    Out of desperate wanting
    Running against their desires for their desires,
    Against their thoughts for their thoughts –
    Running towards a mirror.
    A mirror shatters when one runs into it with such desperation,
    And this is the shattering of reflections.

    Part III: Faith

    Blessed is he who reads aloud the words of the prophecy.
    And blessed are those who hear.
    But silence is a virtue! What is a God’s word!
    They see the Deus absconditus
    They announce the Deus evidens,
    And a home they have given him.
    And thus they have denounced their faith.
    Victorious Man! Defeated God!

    Part IV: Overcoming

    This is the victory that has overcome the world.
    Deliver Me O god, O godly! Deliver Me out of My Good.
    Forgive Me My Holiness. Forgive Me My Forgiveness.
    Punish My repentance. I have moved against you. I am guilty.
    Deliver Me O god, O godly! Punish Me!
    For I love My pain, thus I seek My nobility.
    Punish Me now! – I want to feel the exact pain.
    Then reintroduce the joy, till I differentiate both.
    Open My heart for I desire to know.
    It is not against Myself that I move,
    Bleeding myself the pain of leaving me behind.
    But it is that I move with Myself that I am pained.
    To My desires I run, to My own embrace –
    And thus I run away from and against the world.

    If I lose My faith, I lose My mind.
    If I lose My mind, I lose the world.
    And thus I have found My faith!
    And thus I have found My mind!

    Part V: The Antichrist

    There is one Evil I must repent:
    My repenting of what the World pronounces “Evil.”
    For what the world pronounces it always mispronounces.
    Deliver me O god, O godly! Punish me!
    Deliver me from the Peace of the world!
    Pronounce the Good – Evil.
    Pronounce the Evil – Good.
    Pronounce the World – Antichrist.
    Pronounce the Child – the Evil onto Light.
  15. Apollo Bird Boy

    Haha Sven, that wasn't quite it--actually, she wouldn't leave me alone at first. But Loveurloins6969 sounds like a pretty cool chick, maybe I'll put her on my buddy list. :p
  16. Zhaneel Resident Gryphon Queen

    I had a nightmare about this thread...

    Needless to say, I don't like poetry.
  17. Thallid Ice Cream Man 21sT CeNTuRy sChIZoId MaN

    I don't either.

    Can we move this to classic questions?
  18. train The Wildcard!!!...

    The Beast

    It intrigues you...
    It entices you...
    You dabble into it...
    It becomes part of you...
    It takes everything you have and makes it its own...
    It leaves you as but a shell of the being you once were...

    @%^#$^& WOTC!!!!...
  19. Thallid Ice Cream Man 21sT CeNTuRy sChIZoId MaN

    Just keep moving, nothing to see here...

    I wuv u soo much
    I wuved you 4ever
    and up in your crotch
    is a little beaver


    Doesn't quite rhyme, does it?
  20. Thallid Ice Cream Man 21sT CeNTuRy sChIZoId MaN

    Here's a thread I posted on that thread by Evan_Mann. I'm sure he'll be kind enough to mind that I'm going to put it here.

    With a word, the hour departs.
    The wings swirl, enforcing a moment's caution.
    the moment, black like the towering misty dewrusted bell, calms our being, chills the collective brain soil.

    reproduced in exactitude, size and dimensions correct
    clatter and advance - halt - jerk together again
    as letters on a bloody page

    O, I write and the words write me, emu
    especially the essere typos
    toys of my brain and the tools of god/
    /thank you qwerty, pew of the power of psionic force.

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