The Planeshiftically Dead Poet's Society

[Rigwyn]

The Planeshiftically Dead Poet's Society
Revived yet again

( To play, pick a word starting with the next letter of the alphabet and use it in a poem of some sort. It can be just a few lines of free verse, or something long and intricate if you like. Just have fun with it. )

Phenerie Chuggar steps onto the stage clothed in fine black slacks, a matching black long sleeved turtleneck shirt and an overly serious expression.  The portions of Phenerie's freshly waxed and sealed head that are not occulted by kra's black felt beret sparkle beneath the falka spotlights. From behind a pair of cobalt blue spectacles with small, but round lenses, kra's eyes roll from side to side before they come to a grinding halt. After an awkward pause, kra begins to recite a poem with explosive, yet contemplative force.

Apple ( rotten )

So green and plump
it waits, it hangs
while Hydlaans chat
and Hammers bang

from just twelve feet
above the ground
it sees through folks
she sports a frown

those people are evil
they sneeze
and have gas

they're sharp and abrasive
like sweat, sand
and glass

I pray for a virus
to make them fall dead,
or a swarm of ulbers
to smash off their heads

And now our friend apple
is flat on the ground,
a bruise on her temple,
a stick on the ground

A ruddy hand grabs her
and screeches with glee
Our 'ole friend Harn bites her
and rips her flesh free

[bilbous]

Boring

While looking for a shiny delight
I worked all through the night.
An ulber came by to have a fight,
but No, I said, it is not right!
Know ye now my fateful plight:
boring the earth for golden light.
Food enough I found not quite.

[bloodedIrishman]

Cunning

Quickly drawin' mah sword
As I cross the river ford
ing. Five pounds o' pressha
ta cut ya skin
ta make a fissha, that's akin
to crackin a nut
what?! what?!
No I said, I said what?
What is that?

Chorus:
I couldn't see but now I see
its a flying tefusang comin' at meeee
(little girl's voice) I hope it doesn't kill me!
(repeat x3)

Why me? Talad made it ugly! It ain't my fault!
But I needed a plan, so I loaded up
Riggy n' Bilbous in a ca-ta-pult
Smelly and evil, but Kull lookin' good
Flyin' through the air, hit teffy reaaall good
Now teffy, Riggy and Bulby are ulber food

Say whaaaaat
*drops the mic*

[Rigwyn]

Daemons

Without any pauses,
they chatter and talk
I ask them to stop it,
they marked me with chalk.

I lit a fat candle
to ward them away
they laughed at my vigil
and said, "We shall stay!"

My dog says the daemons
are really quite bad
they tell him warped stories
that make him feel sad.

One day the dog bit me,
so I pulled out mah gun
aimed at his forehead,
but he stuck out his tongue.

No way i could shoot him,
ole Yeller was mine
so I fought off the daemons
with Terevan wine.

[Candy]

Ears

Little head, big ears, fluffy tail
The newborn cub can do nothing but flail
Mother cradles the tiny male

She's a Ylian, her husband is too
He hates all the rumors the townsfolk spew
Embarrased by his wife untrue

He finds himself a sharp little knife
No, he doesn't intend to take any life
Just wants to cause a bit of strife

Wife finds him alone with the little cub
About to turn Baby's ears to stubs
Unaware she's behind him, wielding a club

[Rigwyn]

Fingers

I had a whole box full,
all wiggly and long
few green and corroded
some stubby and strong.

I ate them for breakfast
with hot sauce and gin
then licked my ten fingers
with a dastardly grin.

[Aramara Meibi]

goddess

when she woke that morning
crystalline light flit and filtered
through the silk draped window
and all the world knew,
she felt,
that she had betrayed.

[Volki]

Dear BloodedIrishman
I thought you were dead
Welcome back
I like the colors green and red

[bilbous]

Heretofore

Heretofore the poems were according to the plan.
Henceforth the poems will exhibit a certain elan.
Sally forth in Comic Sans,
or suffer the curse of Metamorphic Man!

[bloodedIrishman]

Hello

Sup Volki, can't find a rhyme
to match ya name this time
But here I go, and say hello

Saw ya on the Planeshift forum
so I ran to say hello, floorin'
all the borin' ppl to issue greetings
and force a meetin'

Thought I was dead?
I fell asleep in my 1200 thread-count bed
Cuz it's all soft n' cuddly like me
As all the ladiez know, see?

[bloodedIrishman]

Ignominy

That's whatcha livin' in Bilby
Because ya words are so borin' they just up and kill me
The pithiness of these rhymes, simultaneously fly
Can't match me an ya need a bettah steez,
And a better breeze
to catch the smell of my stinky nutz,
Cuz they'll brighten ya world
Must be hard livin in it, writing those words

Why are you copyin' me?
I was all up on dat H first, see?
It's all about me, not you
So check ya self before ya wreck ya self, foo

[bilbous]

Joopiner Jelly

Joopiner jelly,
Bloody Irish pen repent,
Said the Tick-Tock-Flan.


{Haiku to you too! (poorly)}

[Rigwyn]

Kran

Kevin the kran kreeps and kackles at knight
kutting up dehrgir with a krusty ole knife 
kra krushes the bones with a krash and krack
then licks kra's nubs, with a suck and a smack.

[bloodedIrishman]

Lol

Lollin' at cha rhymes Riggy
How did you write them?
Must've been hard, tricky
Ain't hard fa me, its like chem
Just make fly rhymes
for these fly times
while I eat fatty pork rhines
and misspellin' wordz yo
drinking a cup of joe
with shuga and milk
because I wanna, milk
that's right I be rhymin the same word
that's how fly I am, like a bird
Check it.

[Candy]

Marrow

Bone cracked open, I scrape out the treat
You may call it gross but to me it's good eats
Food's hard to come by, in Oja's rough streets
So I hunt for the family, bring home the meat

At least I don't steal; I've learned practical skills
I don't run with the rogues, not for profit nor thrills
I'll still eat the marrow, so say what you will
While I sell you the very best cuts of my kill