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07-18-2003, 03:28 PM
All of you who like poem writing post your poems here! Here's two of my works:

Mother Nature
Her hair is like the summer breeze
Her eyes are in a gentle freeze

Her face is like a golden ray
Her touch is soft like flowers of May

Her walk is graceful on the prairie
Her spirit is high and very merry
Her name has not the slightest denature
Her name in this world is Mother nature

The Reign of Sauron
He lives near a mountain
A fiery fiery fountain
That smokes the smog of shadows
That kills all of the meadows

He reigns with terror and strife
With the Nazgul with their knife
With orcs oh so foul
With their terrorizing scowl

The eye always watches
For the ring who put notches
In the poor man who bore
The golden circle of sore

Darkness spreads quickly
Darkness spreads thickly
Covering the entire world
For it to be forever whirled

Good will flee
Good will plea
That they stay alive
That they survive

But good will rise
And destroy the evil eyes
That watched them for ages
And put them in cages

Sauron will return
He will never die
And Frodo will yurn
And forever try
To destroy the Ring
And not cling
To the evil that it has
His strength will mass
And the ring will burn in fiery gas

07-18-2003, 03:31 PM
as seen in my math book from 5th grade:

i once was here but now i'm gone
i left my name to party on
those that knew me, knew me well
those that didnt can go to hell!

i'm murdering your threads aren't i? i'm sorry but i couldnt resist this one! ;)

07-18-2003, 03:39 PM
lol, that was kinda funny... :rolleyes: :D

07-18-2003, 10:29 PM

I am a jedi.
And I have a lightsaber.
Lightsabers are cool.

07-18-2003, 10:37 PM
There once was a girl from Nantucket... okay maybe I should stop... I could get banned :D

07-18-2003, 11:53 PM
This is getting way out of hand, I thought some good poemists would post here *sigh* oh well.... :D

PS. This is great! I sent one of my poems to www.poetry.com about 3-4 months ago, and I just got a letter today that they wanted to publish it in one of their books!!!!! Oh, and here's the poem that I sent:

My Girl
Of all the people I'd like to know
I'd really like to know you so

I've glanced at you so very few oftens
Thinking that I've always been forgotten

You probably never even glanced
And I haven't had the nerve to ask

If you would like to be my girl
My entire life would forever swirl
You would be my dream come true
The question is why and how and who


07-18-2003, 11:58 PM
I have one about Nantucket (sp?) but I can't say it. Not really about Nantucket but the word is in there.


07-19-2003, 02:33 AM
Well, aren't you all going to congratulate me on my accomplishment? :p j/k

07-19-2003, 03:35 AM
Originally posted by legameboy
Well, aren't you all going to congratulate me on my accomplishment? :p j/k
which is???

Darth Groovy
07-19-2003, 03:57 AM
Grey Stone

Shallow, deep
still, standing still
confusing the manic me
your a world a shower of

somber sacharine
turns in my stomach

exhausting are my last
attempts to move you

pushing and pulling...
still standing still

you speak more when nothing is said
as the keystone of my existence
still standing still

without you holding up our spirits
the past just falls
and hits me in the face

still standing still

sledgehammers cannot crush
you're vibrant lifelessness

holding you in adoration
still standing still

I covet your millstone vitality...

Darth Eggplant
07-19-2003, 08:13 AM
There is ONE
to begin with
TWO is
and in logical order
FOUR is simple
and then the beat repeats to the opposite
four letter word
that of
next is FIVE
most definitely is SIX
finality reaches SEVEN
and we
lately comes EIGHT
the feeling of
NINE, we lay our bodies down drained
then wake to the light which is TEN
being two separate ones
like YOU
and I
an odd unstable number
a time of Instability
which is what Love and Life
are all about
TEN leads not to
but just back to ONE
you can COUNT on that.

Darth Eggplant
07-19-2003, 08:15 AM
What a treasure you are
they make references to you in books,
you are in the Dictionary for sure;
a thing most extra-ordinary
living 350 Million years ago
Speckled with five horns and no ears.
What would the Golden Realm of the Terrible Lizards
have been like without you?
Rex and his evil friends might have won.
But you saved the day, you paved the way
Mankind should thank you;
for you are my favourite Dinosaur of all time
no matter what the Greeks say.

Darth Eggplant
07-19-2003, 08:17 AM
I am Insane as you see,
I am a Bane for myself and for you
and for Life;
What went Wrong? Why so Naive?
Why so arrogantly Stubborn.
Fall into place in life, create no waves
be a Cog.
I'll tell you something about Reality
more precisely I will leave this for you to think over,
in plain english;
the world of grey the world of the Sane
where Lunatics are locked away
for our safety and Societies,
you hold the answers you have the key
we are all locked up
the Sane people are free.
Why then is there Travesty?
Chaos, Murder, Misery?
If Sanity is the desired state,
If Reality the sensible place
of War and Hate
if all Life is, is a big Rat Race
and Money
then I am Insane.
nothing will change,
and the Sane will be held to blame
all over a question of Clear Thinking.

07-19-2003, 12:24 PM
Holy TRIPLE post!! That's rare! hehehe :D

07-19-2003, 01:06 PM
My accomplishment is that I submitted my poem to www.poetry.com 4 months ago, and now they sent me a letter saying it was made a semi-finalist for the International Poetry contest. Also, they want to publish it in a collection of poems called Eternal Portraits. I'll give you a snippet:

Dear Paul, after carefully reading and discussing your poem, "My Girl," our Selection Committee has certified your poem as a semi-finalist in our International Open Poetry Contest. Your poem will automatically be entered into the final competition held in August 2003. ... finalist... prizes... 1,000... that's not all... In celebration of the unique talent you have displayed, we also wish to publish your poem in what promises to be the most highly sought after collections of poetry we have ever published...


Also, those are terrific poems Eggplant and Groovy :) :thmbup1: :thmbup1: :thmbup1:

07-19-2003, 01:13 PM
good for you, congrats! what's the big prize for winning?

07-19-2003, 01:18 PM
Well, I could win 1 of 104 cash or gift prizes, $1,000, and maybe even the anual $10,000. :)

07-19-2003, 01:59 PM
cool! good for you, and good luck!

07-19-2003, 02:31 PM
Thank you for the good luck! :) ;) :D

Darth Groovy
07-19-2003, 02:47 PM
I think for this thread, we will allow the double and triple posts because damn, if you got some good stuff, spit it out, and man I have read some really good stuff here. I have alot of stuff myself, but not quite as good as Eggplant's stuff. (Grim Fandango, w00tness!!! ;) )


Skin feels so wet
gave up trying to regret.

Eyes are filling up again.

Visions are thicker in pairs of ten,
or maybe eleven...
Our faces are cut to even imperfection.

Do you remember how you cam this far?
At the stoplight, you never think of where you are.

He keeps laughing all the time,
instead of hanging in the door,
try putting your head back in your mind.

The tape is always stuck in rewind.
See how regret never forgets.

Can't be to sure reasoning with yourself.
Who is really? Nobody's pure.
Ever notice how it doesn't matter when your at the stoplight?

Standing on the corner.
This time it seems that i'm bored most of the time.
Walked down to the lake shore today.
Tripping over bodies I once knew.
Some faces familiar, but only few.
At parties there's nothing to do,
I'll just wait and get invited too.
It's still a few, and maybe some.
Well I'll be a son of a gun.

Yes I know I can't be right tonite.
Father was an aquaintnance who probably was my dad,
but don't cry over that, I never said I was sad,
but if you are, then I'll surely be glad.

Cause I never cared until I got to the stoplight.
Then it all hit me at once.

I could, but I couldn't forget who I was.

Just sitting at the stoplight.

07-19-2003, 02:50 PM
What makes our brain think
What makes our mind clink
What makes us think hard
Until our brains are jarred

Is it lore we seek
Do we study the meek
Will we read books
And measure looks

The wise will ponder
And think about yonder
The smart will question
And make a suggestion

Knowledge is what we really want
It’s what we chase after like a hunt
But once we have discovered
We realize there is more to uncover

The hunt for knowledge will never end
We will search again and again and again

The wind, the stars, the moon
The everlasting gloom
The fall of the sun
The smell of rum
That makes the night go by

The feel of cold
The noise of old
The fear of wolves
The sound of hooves
That makes me almost cry

Let the sun rise
Let the moon go to its demise
And let everybody wake
For the entire daylight’s sake

Darth Groovy
07-19-2003, 02:53 PM
Whispers in your breath,

Flowers and golden eyes.

Words and whistles of song,

short abreviations of faith.

Sun goes down,

beneath shady tree.

Silent murmer of nature's speech.

Joy thinning as you run away,

only to come back again,

and lay down with the man,

you cannot understand.

Mentioning phrases of promises

to be broken.

But I run away,

and come back again.

Only to hear them

over and over and over and over again.

To keep meaningless things from ending.

And let nature have it's way...

Darth Groovy
07-19-2003, 03:03 PM
He creeps, and crawls
came and stole my breath
don't save a prayer for the slayer
of those eternally slept
taught us to build
education swept up on our minds.

Taking civilizations down
to their own death.
Looted the forces of nature,
using all knowledge found,
feeding on it's strength,
gaining the power to control...
every living thing around...

Convinced us to help
him complete his task,
rewarding us with a share of his facts.

This continued and decades passed.

Forming a solution,
to defeat our fear of the unknown.

The product was finally complete,
their was nothing like it,
so others built one just like it,
only for the sake of the competition.

To build others, that had to supply them with all they could,
while growing poor steadily, and this is how we go...

Waiting for his toy to explode,

bastard used his skills to manipulate,
by raping nature and it's mate,
to create an evil storm.

We wait for it's destruction...


Another Mastermind, genius of the times...

What did you find?

That kept U(.)S(.) from falling behind?

07-19-2003, 03:04 PM
With but one finger,
I balance this bug,
On the precipice of death.

hmmmmm I should rethink that...

Darth Groovy
07-19-2003, 03:16 PM
To each day do we return,
a solid portion of restlessness,
to our little cave in the sky.

Hanging discomforts on a hook,
somewhere behind the sofa,
which is behind the T. V.

Where all rest in the waking hour,
watch them dry up, nail them to the wall,
and roll in apathy.

During the limited time available.

Chewing at flesh,
biting back at the wind.

Animosity makes a steel heart rust.

Is it no wonder why the concourse will crawl?

Now, how long until apocalypse?

Hang all troubles on a hook, and leave them out to die.

All souls must fly free,
before the door is closed...

07-19-2003, 07:23 PM
To Tell the Tale of a Warrior
The gruesome fights
The dimming lights
As battle settles on the valley
Women and children flee
Rapidly, ever in hurry
While generals bow on one knee

Each man, old or young
Have forever sung
The old tales of a warrior
Who fought so bravely
And died so gravely

To battle he marched
With his mouth parched
And his body in drought
His body was weak
His soul was in doubt
And it was all for freedom he did seek

He fought hard
And came back scarred
With the face of loss
With the face of victory
Oh, the costs
And the contradictory

The price was paid
The sacrifice was made
Forever we remember
The part was played
By all the members
Of that group
That one day

Many died
Few lived
None did hide
None thrived
We all honor
The fallen ones
We all cherish
The courageous ones

None will forget
And all will fret
The last and the next
When leaders will vex
And go to war
And the awful blood and gore
Will be spilled for others

07-19-2003, 07:43 PM
I don't really do poems as such, but I've got lyrics from songs I've written for my various bands, will they do?

Some excellent stuff in here btw guys, excellent!


07-19-2003, 07:49 PM
Upon a hill there stood a coo, it must have moved 'cos it's no there noo :D

Thank you Thank you :D

Darth Eggplant
07-19-2003, 08:48 PM
As a child and a boy
I always liked Poetry
Poetry and Flowers;
both I learned to shun.
Which was foolish
now that I realize
I am a Tri-annual Petunia.
I readily admit my Love of both now;
Flowers: Nature's Poetry
Flowers are Poets.
Budding forth from a seed planted with care
growing into a wondrous thing
a thing of great Beauty.

Wild Flowers I like best
Store Bought Flowers are Beautiful too,
there is Beauty in all Flowers.
None Diminish in front of mine eyes
but I am sad;
Cultured Flowers sadden me.
Cultivated in soft ground,
destined like cattle for the slaughter.
Adorning the lapels of the "Beautiful People".

Flowers are Poetry none-the-less
Store bought or not.
To see a Rose in all their colour
even a Funeral Rose, is Divine.
The Meadow Daisy,
clumsy cousin of the Field
still holds high esteem for me.
Flowers, Pistons and Stamens;
every Fragrance, even Plastic
appeal to me.

Imagine a World without Flowers
Flowers are here to stay,
look in the Tundra
Inhuman conditions
yet Flowers still clinging tenaciously to life.
Flowers are a Blessing in any Country or Culture
They Flourish with the Hidden Beauty
that God placed in them.

Darth Eggplant
07-19-2003, 08:49 PM
Truth is the Absolute Lie
and an Ultimate Truth
is an Ultimate Lie
for Truth is Relevant
just as Gravity is to Planets
as God might be to Christians
to tell the Truth
is to Label
and to Lie is to Shape or Form
and since Reality is,
the Biggest Form or Shape of Formed Atoms
Lengthy Labels, in Existence known to us
our only Ultimate Truth;
it is Lying
and We Live the Lie.

07-19-2003, 08:52 PM
@ Blackout, sure you can post your songs!!!! :)

Darth Eggplant
07-19-2003, 08:53 PM
I went Downtown,
went Downtown
to the main street
any main street;
what does it matter
I met a Punker there
a Punker with bright orange hair
meeting a Punker Downtown is common place
and yet I was amazed
for he wore a button on his vest
which told all the rest,
and this it what it said;
"There is no Gravity the Earth Sucks"
I thought long upon the subject
went out in public, and thought;
then at last it came to me
it is really very simple,
Gravitational pull in the Cosmic order of things
Subclass, Planetary Conventionalism.
Gravity exists, in all aspects of Space
it like it's Brethren Elements:
and Magnetism
they effect everything in this Cosmos
on clumps of matter such as Earth,
the elements simplify down into limits,
in order to conform,
to the set Laws of Astro-Physics
yes Gravity
it's Like;
no it's More Like;
well lets say it's Kinda Like;
"There is no Gravity the Earth Sucks."
Scientific enough for me.

Yes there is no Gravity,
the Punker was Right
Do yourself a favour,
take a Punker out for lunch.
I would except;
"Invisible Cows are Controlling my Life."

Darth Eggplant
07-19-2003, 10:13 PM
my home forum was and is GFN Grim Fandango network and for a long time i only posted there, that is where I met Lemmu and Groovy for the first time and ckcsaber. but in the Blue Casket the beatnik poet section of the GFN forum, the Groovster posted the following hree threads. one he has already used here entittled Drenched, here are the other 2 however in homage to his blue-ed-milk-ed-ness.

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Darth Groovy
Dapper Zabrak

Status: Moderator
Registered: Jun 2002
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Posts: 5408
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This was written to be a song, I was listening to alot of Stone Temple Pilots when I wrote this. I recorded it on an 8-track with a band called Set-Up who sounded really good, but I never got to play with them because they decided to go the rap/311 sound and ditched the cool smoothe grunge sound/rock sound. Anyways, here is my song


{verse 1}
Passed by the lots the lost impared,
broken by the bones were sold and shared,
lost in a vision was the mission,
could'nt explain why the planes were missing
not the fault of the flawed invention
not the worst of my best intentions
inside I hear a voice ringin'
was the fat lady singin'?

Feeling so indecisive,
one more push and I might give,
one last breath and I might live...
...and shine through tomorrow,
one last act for the last show,
take a bow for the sorrow,
one more push and I might go,
too expensive to swallow!

{verse 2}

One last twist to turn away,
one last word that saved the day,
magic numbers numeric pictures,
broken bottles and boring lectures,
puncture wounds and mobile homes,
sunlight shadows casting stones,
something left from the night before,
something left from the life before,

{chorus x 2}

Feeling so indecisive,
one more push and I might
one more breath and I might live...
...and shine through tomorrow!
One last act for the last show,
take a bow for the sorrow,
one more push and I might go,
too expensive to swallow!

(verse 3)

Wilderness wanders weeping willows
through the woods and under pillows
pulling down into the mud
passing through a passing flood
standing alone on top of the flame
salvation gets you once again
where ever the wind may blow
the others will follow

{chorus x 2}

Feeling so indecisive,
one more push and I might
one more breath and I might live...
...and shine through tomorrow!
One last act for the last show,
take a bow for the sorrow,
one more push and I might go,
too expensive to swallow!

Darth Groovy, 2000

Performed by Vent
*see post above*
Lyrics By Darth Groovy(AKA Taro)
*1995 Manipulation! Music

Darth Groovy
Dapper Zabrak

Status: Moderator
Registered: Jun 2002
Location: Forbidden Planet
Posts: 5408
Points: 0

This Is

This is, the song, make it right, make it wrong.
This is one time, one place,
I paint a mask to fit my face,
in a world replaced by a false disease
can it be that we are saved by grace?

People walk in front of a T.V. store an
evangelisth tries to save the poor,
not from poverty but from "etarnal pain"
every dollar spent to help his gain.
Mislead by the truth,
yelling man in a telephone booth.

This is the place we can't define,
this is the place
unscathed by time
this is the place where people hide,
this is the place where I reside.

We build to destroy,
a mind is used to erect and deploy
the millions who follow
their souls are empty hollow
imageine the fear that comforts thousands
over here and over there...
Termination breeds no terror
sirens in the air
smoke fills the bottomless void
shooting draws the paranoid
conversation end with a shot
communication lines tied in knots
we try and try and try for what?
This is the Earth,
one death one Birth
this is the palce where we find
to explain the pace of our disgrace
this is?, not this is.!!

Too many years endless and fears blined by the trust to beat the fears
wake up roll over bleeding
from the sholder
a nation growing older
unstressed by whispers and hatred
Winter is colder.
genocide condemed by moral suicide.
This is, this is, and so is this!

Darth Eggplant
07-19-2003, 10:27 PM
Isis used to a forum member at the GFN dissapppeared, anyhow one night she posted this and then after i posted the same poem plus added eggplantery into the mix.

*Sits on a table,
playing her guitar to
"I'm With You (Damn Cold Night)"
by Avril*

I'm Standing on a bridge
I'm waitin in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
Theres nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but theres no sound

Isn't anyone tryin to find me?
Won't someone please take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I dont know who you are
but I'm, I'm with you

im looking for a place
searching for a face
is there anybody here i know
cause nothings going right
and everythigns a mess
and no one likes to be alone

Isn't anyone tryin to find me?
Won't someone please take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I dont know who you are
but I'm, I'm with you

oh why is everything so confusing
maybe I'm just out of my mind
yea yea yea

It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I dont know who you are
but I'm, I'm with you

Take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I dont know who you are
but I'm, I'm with you
I'm with you

Take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I dont know who you are
but I'm, I'm with you
I'm with you
I'm with you...

I'm Standing on a bridge

but I was standing under it

I'm waitin in the dark

I'm sitting on a piece of wet bark

I thought that you'd be here by now

your late! I'm going to have a cow!

Theres nothing but the rain

something smells funny in this drainpipe

No footsteps on the ground

Eeek! What was that sound?

I'm listening but theres no sound

I need to pee, should I on the ground?

Isn't anyone tryin to find me?

isn't she going to join me?

Won't someone please take me home

maybe she left a message on my phone

It's a damn cold night

burr it's might chilly!

Trying to figure out this life

what am I doing here this Night?

Wont you take me by the hand

should have gone and seen a band

take me somewhere new

yuck, eew, I smell number 2

I dont know who you are

sh!t! dropped my candy bar

but I'm, I'm with you

hey I found a bag of glue!

im looking for a place

sniff! the bags stuck to my face

searching for a face

wow man am I spaced!

is there anybody here i know

everything around is starting to glow

cause nothings going right

hee..hee..glue is out of sight

and everythigns a mess

oh my hands stuck to my vest

and no one likes to be alone

alone, time to bogart an evil bone

Isn't anyone tryin to find me?

I so high, like I can't see

Won't someone please take me home

maybe I should get a cell phone?

It's a damn cold night

was cold now I'm Stonned cold

Trying to figure out this life

trying to stand again upright

Wont you take me by the hand

oops fell over into sand

take me somewhere new

no it wasn't sand, it's number 2!

I dont know who you are

i can't remember who i am?

but I'm, I'm with you

i'm high on glue

oh why is everything so confusing

so ho whisy thing every cowfusing?

maybe I'm just out of my mind

I'm having an out of body experience

yea yea yea

pook! pook! pook!

It's a damn cold night

brrrr I'm ****ing freezing!

Trying to figure out this life

trying to remember why I'm out here?

Wont you take me by the hand

err got shoe stuck in my sand

take me somewhere new

I still smell number 2

I dont know who you are

I don't know where she is

but I'm, I'm with you

It's late, time to ditch you

Take me by the hand

bet i could still go see a band

take me somewhere new

and hungry, need some food

I dont know who you are

there's a Taco Bell not far

but I'm, I'm with you

*to the night in general see you!*

I'm with you

is there an echo here?

Take me by the hand

uh, what did someone say something?

take me somewhere new

what you don't like Taco Bell anymore?

I dont know who you are

that makes two of us sister

but I'm, I'm with you

great I'm talking to my shadow now

I'm with you

okay, okay, I'm with you too

I'm with you...

hey, wow, your up there!
have you been there long?
man what a night,
I've got the munchies!
comon I'll tell you about it later...

Darth Eggplant
07-19-2003, 10:31 PM
mercatfat; a super mod wrote this poem.
it is still one of my favorite poems to this day.

sweet mother of god
a sponge is a cultural icon
and this saddens me

Darth Eggplant
07-19-2003, 10:34 PM
I Do Not Like POP Up Adds.
Especially the giant one which says
'Eliminate Annoying POP Up Adds'

07-19-2003, 10:42 PM
Lol, Spongebob Squarepants, and the Funny Trush. :)

07-21-2003, 12:30 PM
Originally posted by Agen_Terminator
Upon a hill there stood a coo, it must have moved 'cos it's no there noo :D
Hey Termie, Is that a William McGonnegal one? My Dad's a big fan of his.

Okay, here's one from my old band Ulcer. This is where I got my user-name from.

Restless ruins. In restless hours.
A crimson dreamer. The night is ours.
A drink in the darkness. Drowned in lust.
The perfect afterlife? Isn't it just...
- Think what you've done.
- The things that you've seen.
- Now think about the biggest mistake in this life that you've seen
Feeding the pack. Feeding the guilt.
The life we all lack. The tears spilt.
Drinking darkness. Consuming fear.
The constant swooning. Crushing me.
- Think what you've done.
- The things that you've seen.
- Blackout all the smiles and give all the nightmares to me.
- Now that it's done.
- The circle complete.
- Wipe the ******* tears from your eyes and surrender to me.
Do it now, kill them slowly.
The tears run from my eyes.
Should not be made to suffer.
The blood runs from my eyes.


07-21-2003, 11:36 PM
Here are a few of mine. :D

These two are inspired by the game RUNE...


The Rune God cries
As the Titans rise
And the thunder splits the sky.
Through Halls of stone,
Filled with shattered bone,
We wander, you and I.

The ravens scream,
Is this just a dream?
I'm near death as I walk through town.
And Hel I see,
Reaching up for me,
As a one-eyed man falls down.

Dwellers in the Dark
Is this Ragnarok?
The blood streams from my eyes...
Dwellers in the Dark
Is this Ragnarok?
Who is left to hear my cries...?

The Saga Of Ragnar

Across the land he marched all day,
To avenge his brethren lost;
He swore an oath to Odin he’d
Redeem them, “Any cost!”

As mist roiled from the mountaintop,
And thunder cracked the skies;
A darkness crept across the land,
But touched not Ragnar’s eyes.

The frost giants snarled from their abode,
As they watched the Viking near;
But when they saw his fiery eyes,
They all had cause to fear.

They seemed alight with fiery rage,
A lava flow of pain;
They severed the darkness all around,
And Ragnar seemed insane.

A giant barred the Viking’s path,
And was the first to fall;
And by the time the sun had set
Ragnar had killed them all.

He found the entrance of a cave,
And worked his way within;
And as a goblin he espied,
His face split in a grin.

“I’ll have your hide to mend my boots,
You foul underground spawn!”
Cried Ragnar as he drew his axe,
And blew his battle horn.

The mighty blade sang through the air,
And struck the Goblin’s head;
With a terrible scream, a crunch, a choke,
The Goblin fell - quite dead.

For days he seemed to wander,
Through the Goblins’ foul domain;
He cleaved their skulls and smashed their bones,
‘Til he saw the light again.

And as he clambered from the cave,
He saw the town below;
He steeled his heart and sharpened his axe;
“It’s there I have to go!”

He reached the outskirts of the town,
And no-one barred his way;
His heavy brows knit in a frown,
But he would not turn away.

He rushed into the dark town’s heart,
And snarled with all his might:
“Where are you, murderers of my kin,
Are you afraid to fight?”

For a moment silence filled the town,
Then Ragnar looked around,
And there he saw the dark vikings,
Who had not made a sound.

Now they screamed and raised their swords
And at the Viking sped,
Ragnar laughed and spun his axe,
And cleaved the first fool’s head.

Ragnar flexed his mighty thews,
And fought with manic glee,
Dark vikings’ heads littered the ground
And they began to flee.

“My brethren all have been avenged,
My own wounds, they will heal.”
But with the mists the Wendol came,
To make of him their meal.

As the last light of the day,
Was strangled by the night,
The Viking raised his bloody hands,
And roared “You want a fight?”

And here are some others I rustled up a while ago...

Emerald Ice

Emerald ice in old grey gin,
Fixes your face in a rictus grin,
Drinking you'll find is a treacherous sin,
Throw empty bottles in the bin.

Emerald ice is blazing bright,
Beacons of doom in the dead of night,
The drunken tramp, he looks a sight,
But who are we to say what's right?

Emerald ice destroys the brain,
But we go back to it again,
And even if we go insane,
We feel no hurt, accept no pain.

Emerald ice swims in the glass,
Like ships abroad at sea that pass,
Or lonely isles all full of grass,
We all belong to a different class.

Emerald ice is cold and chill,
And when you drink, it makes you ill,
You haven't enough to pay the bill,
So you shrug your shoulders and drink your fill.

Emerald ice is a dead-end lane,
I won't be taking that road again,
I'll walk away in the pouring rain,
Until Emerald ice melts into pain.

A Tale of Gallow's Tower

Crenellations stark and grim
Against the star-paled sky
Haunting monsters dwell within
Begone, for death is nigh!

Shadows haunt the crusted stone
While gibberings foul the air
The chink of chain and gnawed old bone
Come whispering down the stair.

Beyond the reach of mortal mind
Dwell those of olden time
Tattaered skeletons in the wind
Gape in tortured mime.

When old Gods pace the world at night
And children laugh, insane
Flickering embers of hellish light
Watch at the window pane.

Hoof and wing, tail and claw
A rictus grin besides
Belies the beast under the floor
Where the grim, dark reaper hides.


Boredom is only a state of the mind
He is right friendly, so don't be unkind
There ain't nothin' better to do on this day
Than sit down and wile all that Boredom away

The hours are long
With the stars shinin' bright
You can't tell the difference
From day and from night

Boredom's an old friend who comes a-knockin'
Lounges around 'fore we get round to talkin'
The planets are set in their course for tomorrow
And boredom will drive me to liquor and sorrow

There are others bumming around in some files somewhere... ;)