Forum Poets

[Sangwa]

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.

[Gurth Quakemaul]

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?

[LigH]

You will find some information in the thread about [Guild] The Royal House of Purrty. 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.

[Sangwa]

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.

[Gurth Quakemaul]

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.

[Sangwa]

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.

[Gurth Quakemaul]

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.

[Sangwa]

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" )

[Gurth Quakemaul]

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.

[Sangwa]

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.

[Gurth Quakemaul]

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.

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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.  

[Sangwa]

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.

[Vakachehk]

To Sangwa:

Ross's are red,
Violets are blue,
God made me Sexy
But what happened to you?

Love that one.

[Gurth Quakemaul]

Roses of scarlet,
Lilies of jasper,
You'd go to the market,
but then got the hammer.

 

[bloodedIrishman]

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.