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Title: Forum Poets
Post by: bloodedIrishman on April 05, 2010, 10:16:38 am
Hey, forum game time! Write a poem about the person who posted before you! You can tease them, but no personal attacks or things of that nature please.

Here are links to information on some forms of poetry:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haiku (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haiku)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ballad (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ballad)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epic_poetry  (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epic_poetry)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elegy  (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elegy)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerick  (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerick)


For example:

A haiku is simple and quick to make. The haiku has three lines, in order of metrical phrases of five seven five. (It does not need to be about nature, as haiku is generally supposed to be.)

(1st line) The irish people (5 counts)
(2nd line) have always been hotblooded (7 counts)
(3rd line) just look at this guy (5 counts)





Title: Re: The Balladry of the Poetic Flow
Post by: ThomPhoenix on April 05, 2010, 10:32:37 am
There once was an Irishman full of blood,
he drank too much liquor with his bud,
then went to hit up,
a lady already hooked up,
the punch he took wasn't a dud.
Title: Re: The Balladry of the Poetic Flow
Post by: Geoni on April 05, 2010, 01:30:28 pm
I don't do restrictive poetry forms. So i'm going prose.

I don't know much about ThomPhoenix,
or why he's a Phoenix.
teases drinking and punching,
such violent topics,
So I'll
hug.  :D
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Sarras Volcae on April 06, 2010, 10:35:50 am
Rock brain at keyboard
The child of walls in luncheon
What the hell is this
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: ThomPhoenix on April 06, 2010, 10:53:21 am
The taste of humans
Devouring flesh as if air
Beware of Sarras
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: bloodedIrishman on June 06, 2010, 07:56:19 am
ThomPhoenix has a face like a cracked dish,
smellin' like a dead fish,
his rhyming wearies me,
bumming my chi.

You thought this thread was dead,
but I resurrected it as I burned ThomPhoenix
to a glorious heaven of balladry I have led
you. And to poetry hell I will send this lummox.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Candy on June 06, 2010, 09:12:16 am
There's an Irishman, who makes me giggle
And he wants us to post in rhyme.
I'm not good at making funnybones tickle
Or writing poems sublime.
I'll give this a shot anyways
Since his posts always entertain.
The poem that I used to say
this hopefully didn't cause you pain.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Sarras Volcae on June 06, 2010, 10:04:07 am
My eyes my eyes,
Meine Augen blutet stark!
I hope I said it right,
Now I only see dark!
Candy's poem has made me blind,
More blind actually,
Because I forgot,
That I'm blind already!
Lol.
That's sad.
Too bad.
 :(
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Geoni on June 06, 2010, 10:15:36 am
Brain removal
can hurt the eyes.
Sometimes I talk to a zombie
by the name of sarras.
"No comiste me cerebro!"
I exclaimed.
Then I recoiled into the corner,
and curled into a ball.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Dracaeon on June 06, 2010, 01:50:53 pm
There once was a kran named Geoni
Although he writes poems he's phony
Because he can't rhyme
At this moment in time
Instead, he sounds rather moany
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: LigH on June 06, 2010, 03:52:16 pm
@ Geoni:

Your's about ThomPhoenix reminds me a bit on the poem about "The funnels" by Christian Morgenstern. Or the "Aesthetic weasel".
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Geoni on June 06, 2010, 04:58:11 pm
Quote from: LigH on June 06, 2010, 03:52:16 pm
@ Geoni:

Your's about ThomPhoenix reminds me a bit on the poem about "The funnels" by Christian Morgenstern. Or the "Aesthetic weasel".

This made me want to read it, but I can't find it on the internet. :/
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Dracaeon on June 06, 2010, 05:16:17 pm
Geoni the kran was felt crossed
No matter what the cost
He would find that poem
About which LigH had told 'im
And so the Web he accost

But his search was for naught
The poem that he sought
Was not on the Net
And so you can bet
That he came back here and thought
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: LigH on June 06, 2010, 05:35:07 pm
Christian Morgenstern: Die Trichter / Das ästhetische Wiesel (Galgenlieder, 1902)

Zwei Trichter wandeln durch die Nacht
durch ihres Rumpfs verengten Schacht
fließt weißes Mondlicht
still und heiter
auf ihren
Waldweg
u.s.
w.
______

Ein Wiesel
saß auf einem Kiesel
inmitten Bachgeriesel.
 
Wißt ihr,
weshalb?
 
Das Mondkalb
verriet es mir
im Stillen:
 
Das raffinier-
te Tier
tat’s um des Reimes Willen.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: bloodedIrishman on June 06, 2010, 08:31:33 pm
Ligh's posts are usually informative,
his ideas not-so evocative,
curiously inquisitive,
Knowledge is imperative,
he finds information restorative.

He might think he's a master,
But in this thread solely focused on rhyming I Am the rhyme-master.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: ThomPhoenix on June 06, 2010, 10:10:36 pm
Quote from: bloodedIrishman on June 06, 2010, 07:56:19 am
ThomPhoenix has a face like a cracked dish,
smellin' like a dead fish,
his rhyming wearies me,
bumming my chi.

You thought this thread was dead,
but I resurrected it as I burned ThomPhoenix
to a glorious heaven of balladry I have led
you. And to poetry hell I will send this lummox.
The Irishman attempts to stand,
baffled by the bird's fiery proze he fell,
now risen again to swipe with the hand,
the bird pecks and the lummox of hell,
returns to chide the drunken man,
no balladry can hide your foul intentions,
no fire can harm me, he mentions,
there is only one thing fire can,
and that is to return to sender with
unequivocal heat and pain.

Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: bloodedIrishman on June 06, 2010, 10:31:07 pm
Thom believes his words upon a Pheonix's lofty wings do soar,
but underneath a mask of red-orange feathered flight lies a quality poor
of poetry. To compare the vulture's scavenging to the Eagle's nobility
is to reveal ThomPheonix's inability
to form a sentence of words that speak to the soul,
as the Irishman creates a stanza that make's the reader's spirit whole.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: ThomPhoenix on June 06, 2010, 11:53:36 pm
When the Irishman is drunk he rhymes and chats,
and thinks of himself quite the chap,
but when he's sober and clears his head,
he finds in his skull a nebula has spread,
for an Irishman past intoxication,
is like any Man in full starvation.

Past the booze and into the haze,
his minds now moves in random pace,
thinking himself quite a Keats,
he announces himself full of feats,
and no longer wary of his station,
plunging fully into lofty conversation,
the Irishman now faces Hubris himself.

Hubris chastens and sorrows the mind,
and drink becomes the fellow's fine,
after binging for a while, the good man
ponders a many wile. The final conclusion
eludes him yet. For a ditch is now his
drunkard's bed.

Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: louscroo on June 07, 2010, 07:56:39 am
That passionate bird
The phoenix moves inside me
I have relieved him
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Geoni on June 07, 2010, 05:40:15 pm
louscroo
is a big o' foo'!
But what is true,
is that his pants aren't to be.

If he has to keep them on,
then so will this kran.
Vvally I'm not a pawn,
and I'll fight ya' til ya' flee!
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Dracaeon on June 08, 2010, 12:45:09 am
I have said he can't rhyme
Time after time
So he ought to look
In a poetry book
There he might find
In many ways, shape, or kind
Good rhyming, that is
So long as it's not his
Or he could look at mine
Poetry so fine
Which I can write
At first sight
Or he could give a care
To the Poetry Fair
There in some way
He could learn how to say
Good rhymes about anything
Birds that fly, bees that sting
But we're all in the caboose
Compared to Dr. Seuss




YES best poem EVARRRR!!!!!! :thumbup: :thumbup: \\o// \\o// ;D :D ;) :) ::) O--) :flowers: :lol:
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: louscroo on June 09, 2010, 04:15:11 am
HURRDURR I CAN RHYME
HURRDURR I CAN RHYME
HURRDURR I CAN RHYME
HURRDURR I CAN RHYME
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: bloodedIrishman on June 09, 2010, 04:52:05 am
How to describe Louscroo's rhymes?
Tart and bitter to swallow as If I were eating limes,
At first glance I felt a terrible burning in my eyes,
so painful was the sight that every man nearby could hear my cries,
To read his poetry once more would to the flesh of mine eyes forever seal
away their ability to heal.

I am but a man inflamed by your base poetry,
the meat of  your words transparent and watery,
I cannot help but be awe-struck by my literary flow
and vindictively observe as you weep for your weak poetry and wallow.


Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: louscroo on June 09, 2010, 07:48:50 pm
My name is bloodedIrishman
And I'll tell you what:
I can easily fit
My whole fist in my butt.
Impressive I know,
But guess what, there's more!
I rock a cute tramp stamp,
Above my a**, forever sore.
And if that's still not enough,
I dress all my chars up in leather,
Nice and tight on their flesh,
For when they play Twister together.
I think that's enough proof,
Besides my proud rainbow flag,
To back up this old statement:
O.P. IS A F**
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Socius Rockus on June 10, 2010, 02:11:29 pm
There once was a little tiny Bee
Who, if he couldn't get one to agree
Would scream in Rage
Tries to get that thread Sage(d)
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
When flood detection comes forth
He then uses his last resort
Claimes he's a troll
And gets away with a LOL
 :flowers:



Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: louscroo on June 11, 2010, 10:04:04 am
I don't know the guy,
That one guy above this post,
But he knows me well.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Knightspark9 on June 12, 2010, 05:32:15 pm
The constant posts and rhymes
making my head feel like a piggy bank full of dimes
louscroo? Don't be such an Akkaiddo!
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: bloodedIrishman on June 21, 2010, 10:55:39 pm
Knightspark9 is just your average schmoe,
when his rhymes are compared to my heavenly flow,
Three lines is all he can spit,
reading his words takes alot of grit.

He's half-man and half-fool
Two words into his work I knew he was taken out of school
before he was old enough to realize,
that telling himself he can rhyme is believin lies.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Knightspark9 on June 21, 2010, 11:29:50 pm
[ Ok, I deserved that. ]
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: bloodedIrishman on June 23, 2010, 05:39:16 am
Of poetry I am King,
The Greatest of the Greats is inscribed upon my ring,
fitted onto my middle finger as I flip you off.

Though you might scoff,
I have insulted you with these grandiose boasts true to my fame,
while making it clear that it's impossible to tear down my claim,
that I am an ever-present deity of artistic greatness.
Still indestructible though the drink is my weakness.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: louscroo on June 24, 2010, 03:21:20 pm
Steve's rhyming poems
Seem like he's trying too hard.
He's compensating.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Rigwyn on June 24, 2010, 03:50:50 pm

Awe screw it...
I'll give it a shot.
This is dumb ....

Louscroo, Louscroo Peh!
A loose screw or a screw loose?
Scroo you too Louscroo!

Ok, I tried,
And it sucked.
I give up.

/me smirks, "louscroo"


Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Zon on June 24, 2010, 07:06:03 pm
Quote from: Rigwyn on June 24, 2010, 03:50:50 pm

Awe screw it...
I'll give it a shot.
This is dumb ....

Louscroo, Louscroo Peh!
A loose screw or a screw loose?
Scroo you too Louscroo!

Ok, I tried,
And it sucked.
I give up.

/me smirks, "louscroo"




Riggy just took my nickname for Loose Screws
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: bloodedIrishman on June 26, 2010, 07:55:45 am
Welcome to the thread Rigwyn,
You'll find your poetry in the bin.
When I read your attempt I laughed and laughed and could not help but stare as if held by a hook,
comparable to when I saw George W Bush trying to read a book.

Though you tried to ridicule Louscroo,
your humor was as exciting as a cow saying 'Moo'.
Come back in two lifetime's and try your hand again,
and you just might be a challenge by then.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Tirion on June 29, 2010, 04:18:20 pm
I saw an Irishman reading a poet
I was then feeding my pet
The Irishman gave me  The poet
And I give the poet as food to my pet

Though you mocked Rigywn
I'll throw you to the bin
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Tirion on July 01, 2010, 05:28:23 am
Anyone wanna reply?
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: bloodedIrishman on July 03, 2010, 10:17:04 pm
Attempting to combat me
in this arena of poetry
is more humiliating than quaffing a bucket of piss
as I strike terror like a rattlesnake's hiss


Defeating me a greater feat than crossing a crocodile-infested moat
my scathing words harder to bear than acid in your throat
A poetic militant and lyrical warrior
In poetry's dying throes I am a savior
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: scotty110 on July 05, 2010, 04:09:24 am
You may feel like you're all in the zone.
Your lyrics made me giggle and moan.
Now you've gone and made me write up my own.
Cus in this arena of poetry I pwn.



Halbor bows.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Geoni on July 05, 2010, 04:11:29 am
Quote from: bloodedIrishman on July 03, 2010, 10:17:04 pm
Attempting to combat me
in this arena of poetry
is more humiliating than quaffing a bucket of piss
as I strike terror like a rattlesnake's hiss


Defeating me a greater feat than crossing a crocodile-infested moat
my scathing words harder to bear than acid in your throat
A poetic militant and lyrical warrior
In poetry's dying throes I am a savior

Allowing you to speak of pee,
and calling that poetry,
would cause one to think idiocy is amiss,
but thankfully, it's your ass nobody will kiss.

You have less meaning than a down-syndrome goat,
your scathing words are less acidic than oat,
A poetic's nightmare, you are still inferior,
degrading poetry with your ranting behavior.

(I posted when scotty posted his so I'll fry him too in a good old modify)

Hablor is the 110scotty,
and I've heard better rhythm come out of my potty.
He writes up his own and fails to hit below the belt,
it's only sympathy I read and felt.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: bloodedIrishman on July 05, 2010, 04:26:35 am
Geoni,
why do you deny that your birthday wish is a pink pony?
And is pink the color you most love?
The color that you used to dye your muff?




Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Geoni on July 05, 2010, 07:56:40 am
Saying I deny is but a filthy lie,
pink is the hottest color for this guy.
You come onto the forums and speak of muffs,
no, I think you've said enough.

Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: bloodedIrishman on August 17, 2010, 06:42:18 am
Lesser men have always sought to sabotage me
envious of my writing's sagely poetic quality
Upon me the fools heap their despise
eager to see me fall from my transcendent rise

My stairway to greatness was formed from the fallen corpses of my foes
for all they were worth they served a greater purpose as steps under my toes

My destiny's path is paved with the flesh and bone of these abhorrent hoes
Their stench of mediocrity a stark contrast to my godly body's scent of wildflower rose

Bring the rhymes!
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Sangwa on August 17, 2010, 05:27:07 pm
To Irishman:

These stairs you claim to climb,
Seem to be leading you nowhere.
Those steps are filled with lime,
And your words with hot air.

You take such time to recite,
That I hear yawns, not rhymes
From the challengers you incite
With those dry, shameful gibes.

True, they'd yawn at me too,
Since their brains are asleep.
But if you did what I do,
They would also weep.

I'd try a different path,
Since that one stinks,
And your tendency I'd correct,
Since roses are for queens.

To Geoni:

You made me modify
This beautiful message,
Since your way to defy
Is less than average.

Don't fight fire with fire,
When it's hardly a match
Or you'll simply inspire
A derogative laugh.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Gurth Quakemaul on August 30, 2010, 04:16:24 pm
Dear Sangwa, your quill drips of poison so sharp,
all those that read its child dare not to harp
the wielder of such a venomous pen,
as witnessed by long silence, here, in your den.

And yet I stand braving the lion at home,
as a fledgling wordsmith, still new to the Dome.
Bent on ending your fortnight's reign,
willing rhyme's river to flow once again,
I utter without doubt this void-ending spell,
so that no longer words' sweet sound be quelled.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: LigH on August 30, 2010, 05:37:31 pm
May I challenge you to something constructive? ... A poem in memory of Lolitra.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Sangwa on September 01, 2010, 02:21:32 pm
That's a good idea LigH, I'll try to come up with something. I knew her only very little, from both OOC and IC situations... If you'd like, you could PM with some descriptive material, for me to draw inspiration upon.

Gruth you deserve a reply and I'll get one once I regain my poem juice.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Gurth Quakemaul on September 01, 2010, 04:46:18 pm
If I may pile onto that -- I don't know who Lolitra is, and perhaps others, like Sangwa, do know who she is, but know too little to poetrize about. Perhaps make the information public?
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: LigH on September 02, 2010, 08:45:44 am
You will find some information in the thread about [Guild] The Royal House of Purrty (http://www.hydlaaplaza.com/smf/index.php?topic=23952.0;topicseen). But that won't contain her whole "biography"... I believe her husband roughly planned to publish a summary some day. For now you should know: She has been a roleplaying legend for about 5 years, played a royal and perfectly charming lady with a cursed history (Lolitra Purrty) as well as a physically handicapped maid (Elexis) and a rogue girl with hard accent (Ixala a.k.a. 'Mimmi'). But as player, she had a chronical serious illness, which often made her stop suddenly. Her lack of health and lack of opportunities to meet members reliably kept her from finishing her great plot about the Purrty Twin sisters and the Living Curse named Hagarath. The "Fireside Chronicles" by Sheneer Sheneele (in-game books) were loosely based on this plot and her own settings of her distant kingdom Printh.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Sangwa on September 02, 2010, 06:28:56 pm
I'll try to read those chronicles and make a poem to be sung IC.

Thanks for the information, LigH.

To Gurth

The snake will only bite
Those that challenge its fangs,
But your refreshing style
Is only worthy of my thanks.

I enjoy the most a match,
When all the others went out.
And since your brightness can catch
What I'm talking about,
I can explain that your courage,
Despite your good intentions,
Is not enough to nourish
My enemies' lacking inspirations.

But it's good that you tried
With your good-natured writing,
To stimulate and defy
Nature's most rightful king.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Gurth Quakemaul on September 02, 2010, 08:20:04 pm
The fangs of the snake, as tales have taught,
lash out at all those that will cross their path.

Its memory decorates every Dsar's door;
an Eagle and Serpent, two beasts of old lore.

Even when struck, the Eagle soared high,
and much the same, I'll remain and defy.
I'll catch word's wind, I'll roam the sky,
and I'll rhyme, and I'll rhyme, 'till I no more can fly.

You have little choice, "king," you're in for a ride.
Think twice before striking me with your fierce bite.

I've seen your fang's snap, and I'll show you my talon.
Shall hist'ry repeat? Will we both find ends fallen?

Your right to rule's challenged, and certain no more.
My quilling claw has quite the sharp wit in store.
I'll be your opponent, in this game we adore,
and we'll rhyme, and we'll rhyme, 'till the both of us bore.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Sangwa on September 02, 2010, 09:39:57 pm
You seem very religious
About this feud you've joined,
But I think you're just envious,
Or enviously annoyed.

There's only so much
An eagle can soar:
The Dome's closed shut,
Beyond the bronze doors.

And my fangs need only
To ruffle your feathers,
'Cause my poison will slowly
Bring us together.

And once you lie
On the ground I move
You will realize
An obvious truth...

It is better to crawl
Than it is to fly,
For the hardest fall
Begins in the sky.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Gurth Quakemaul on September 02, 2010, 11:33:34 pm
If you think that I envy, you haven't a clue,
for I'm too proud of me, to wish to be you.

My body's confined by the Dome's walls of stone,
but my mind's flying free; free to live, love or loathe.

To share with whom I will, what I want, when I wish,
the Dome is a bowl, but my soul's not its fish.

Unlike you, dear friend, trapped atop the ground.
Your mind is stuck there, despite what we've found.

Mistrust and greed, all you can feel.
You live for yourself, alone, heart cold as steel.

You see not the joy of flight, blessing of birds.
It's your loss, so I'll take flight with these parting words;

Slithering through the dense brush, quite content,
you think yourself king of the world, yet forget;

It is better to have flewn, to have lived, and to fall,
then to never have truly seen the world at all.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Sangwa on September 03, 2010, 12:08:24 am
You ignore that a nutshell
Contains what will be a tree,
And so to me every thing tells
How everything is to be.

And the earth's filled with those,
While the sky has just clouds
Which pile at your nose,
Hiding plenty of doubts.

So fly, live and fall,
While my scales I improve,
I'll be waiting, standing tall
Ruling mountain and groove.

I can do well without
Your love, and your loath
And I'm more than proud
To not share of your mot.

For I seek to conquer
More than I can see,
Be it over, or under,
Or truly beyond me.

(Ops, edited to erase an "e" :P)
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Gurth Quakemaul on September 03, 2010, 12:44:20 am
To seek what can not be found...
You admit a failure's abound.
Conquer out of reach, off your ground?
I say, lunacy to astound.

Nature's boons, rife,
perhaps a loving wife.
There is much more to life,
than your struggle and strife.

But rather than holding, to cherish,
you want all others to perish.
An empty bowl, with one big fish,
how can that truly be your wish?

All you see and beyond,
if it's yours to command...
It'd make you not happy, nor loved, nor grand,
but simply the ruler of passionless land.

If that is truly what you adore,
stripping the heart out of your own outdoors
Then this joyous spirit, who freely explores,
refuses to partake in your petty wars.

I'll fly to the patches of greener grass.
I've seen them, you've not, but it was a blast.
Seize each day as if your last.
For you never know, when your last die's cast.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Sangwa on September 03, 2010, 04:57:17 am
Good, leave me to my deal
I've better things to do
Than trying to reveal
That my resolve is true.

Go to your pastures,
I'll stick to this land
And keep with the efforts
You can't understand.

For holes and dirt
Will more than suffice,
To be the earth
For my might to rise.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Gurth Quakemaul on September 03, 2010, 10:55:58 pm
And thus we bore, of one another.
Our ideals without smother.
I wish you well,
with your living hell,
and fly off, parting from eachother.

With quills as swords, we fought like men,
but these last words conclude it then.
The ground be thine,
the skies be mine,
and so, we'll never meet again.

============================================================

That concludes the little Eagle and Snake rhyme series that spawned spontaneously, I take it?

Lets go back to Irish' original challenge and make rhymes about the person posting before us! I've already invited Hangatyr and hope he'll join us soon. Shouldn't be hard to rhyme about a living legend like him, so the poster to follow him is lucky. Lets get more people involved in this thread, rather than pingponging it back and forth between Sangwa and I.  :D
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Sangwa on September 14, 2010, 12:04:37 am
A perfect poem to end it, loved the ground/sky ending. Truly genius. The Snake & Eagle saga has ended indeed!

Blooded should get back here and squander his words.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Vakachehk on September 16, 2010, 01:29:35 pm
To Sangwa:
Ross's are red,
Violets are blue,
God made me Sexy
But what happened to you?
;D Love that one.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Gurth Quakemaul on September 19, 2010, 04:10:12 pm
Roses of scarlet,
Lilies of jasper,
You'd go to the market,
but then got the hammer.

 :ban: ;D
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: bloodedIrishman on September 19, 2010, 06:19:14 pm
Yo, hoes been sayin' sh*t 'bout my lyrics
too late b**ches, I fear its
time for ya'll 't die
then I'll say bye-bye
haha.

Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Gurth Quakemaul on September 19, 2010, 11:11:38 pm
A lyrical loudmouth with little to say,
most things he utters don't rhyme anyway.
Blanking out half his words, self censorship
shows to us all how he's been pussywhipped,
by GMs and admins and their book of rules.
Our loved Irishman's simply a tool.
On top of that, he's a harsh, bloody drunk,
filling these fora with poetic junk.
Yet in the end we all love him dear,
for when he speaks, truly none of us fear
to be the party's biggest jerk,
so give him a beer, and set him back to work.
This man -- he's our one true ginga,
always talking trash like a...

Keep it real bro.  :thumbup:
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: bloodedIrishman on September 19, 2010, 11:33:46 pm
'Brevity be the soul of wit spoke Shakes,
'tis true:
for in my words the seeker's truth-thirst slakes.

Your image of the Irishman amuses him so,
tickles his fancy like last night's stripper show.
Your ability,
awful like that stripper tryin' 't use her hands and blow.
Oh snap, was that your mom's head bobbin' in my lap, ho?
The Art of Poetry - kid - you just don't know.




Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Phantomboy86 on September 20, 2010, 02:12:05 am
Irish's words seem like more of a rap, but I guess that puts me up to bat.
i'm the man muffin, divin', muffin,
cold and fly like an arctic puffin.
I may be new to this game,
but to you all I'll be a pain.

Irish like's doing MILF's,
Whats your mother think of that?
Sorry, couldn't hear her as I put her on my mat.

Swearing don't make you cool,
in fact it makes you frozen.
You're tempature's freezing my drool
but your lyrics got me dozin.


How was that?
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: bloodedIrishman on September 23, 2010, 05:08:43 am
Fairly bad but relatively good. ;D
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Phantomboy86 on September 23, 2010, 05:25:58 am
Meh, thats why i dont rap (besides being white). besides, i cant sing. Court order.
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: bloodedIrishman on September 23, 2010, 05:37:30 am
Quote from: Phantomboy86 on September 23, 2010, 05:25:58 am
Meh, thats why i dont rap (besides being white). besides, i cant sing. Court order.

 ;D
Title: Re: Forum Poets
Post by: Phantomboy86 on September 23, 2010, 05:20:55 pm
Computers help me get around both of those though! Not saying anything aloud and nobody knows whether im white unless I tell em!