Knight Of Shadows Posted October 10, 2012 #126 Share Posted October 10, 2012 hmmm a poem about an unlikey dwarf who's beard burned and having trouble with his dwarfen friends everyday ? 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clarakore Posted October 10, 2012 #127 Share Posted October 10, 2012 hmmm a poem about an unlikey dwarf who's beard burned and having trouble with his dwarfen friends everyday ? Fundin Regin a villager of no reason deep below mountain a man of ore wed to his lantern by morning prayers said to Chthonic lords through night meaningless below and onto the next day Fundin Regin axing away Fundin Regin axing in his sleep walk into a smelting pit if not for Durin Dvalin who caught his collar our friend was not smelted but lost his beard and charred his face Now don't give a kindin' to Fundin Regin or make a hero of Durin Dvalin for they did as dwarves do as long as the hills now if you happen to see ole Fundin Regin be sure to tell him he looks like a drow 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Knight Of Shadows Posted October 10, 2012 #128 Share Posted October 10, 2012 Fundin Regin a villager of no reason deep below mountain a man of ore wed to his lantern by morning prayers said to Chthonic lords through night meaningless below and onto the next day Fundin Regin axing away Fundin Regin axing in his sleep walk into a smelting pit if not for Durin Dvalin who caught his collar our friend was not smelted but lost his beard and charred his face Now don't give a kindin' to Fundin Regin or make a hero of Durin Dvalin for they did as dwarves do as long as the hills now if you happen to see ole Fundin Regin be sure to tell him he looks like a drow hahahahah nicely done Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Professor T Posted October 10, 2012 Author #129 Share Posted October 10, 2012 hmmm a poem about an unlikey dwarf who's beard burned and having trouble with his dwarfen friends everyday ? Cool, Thanks for posting!.. Wee Stubble Winston Wheelbarrow, "Rope almighty" by nickname, Once left his sweet home in search of great fame. With braided beard the length of a rope, Be sought new horizons and to give people hope. And years passed and Winston found adventures by score, Helping out strangers and defeating enemies at war. by "Rope Almighty" his new friends knew his name, Wee Winston's prowess was honoured by fame. He came then one day to ruins in flame and in siege, And trapped on high balcony under burning eves, A human child was pleading for help and for hope! And Winston leapt forward and threw down his rope. He saved the young lass, by lowering her gently, into the arms of Friends, family and gentry. But flames did then burn and he could barely cope, And Winston Wheelbarrow lost his sweet rope.. For many a year he then hid from the world, For beardless wee Winston felt frail and old. Then courage he found, it was home that he yearned. To old home in the mountains after many years he returned. In Dwarven culture, the length of one's prowess, is measured in inches from chin to beard tip. So Winston Wheelbarrow, with barely an inch on his chin, was nicknamed "wee stubble!", by old friends and by kin. 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Knight Of Shadows Posted October 11, 2012 #130 Share Posted October 11, 2012 Cool, Thanks for posting!.. Wee Stubble Winston Wheelbarrow, "Rope almighty" by nickname, Once left his sweet home in search of great fame. With braided beard the length of a rope, Be sought new horizons and to give people hope. And years passed and Winston found adventures by score, Helping out strangers and defeating enemies at war. by "Rope Almighty" his new friends knew his name, Wee Winston's prowess was honoured by fame. He came then one day to ruins in flame and in siege, And trapped on high balcony under burning eves, A human child was pleading for help and for hope! And Winston leapt forward and threw down his rope. He saved the young lass, by lowering her gently, into the arms of Friends, family and gentry. But flames did then burn and he could barely cope, And Winston Wheelbarrow lost his sweet rope.. For many a year he then hid from the world, For beardless wee Winston felt frail and old. Then courage he found, it was home that he yearned. To old home in the mountains after many years he returned. In Dwarven culture, the length of one's prowess, is measured in inches from chin to beard tip. So Winston Wheelbarrow, with barely an inch on his chin, was nicknamed "wee stubble!", by old friends and by kin. ahhh poor guy .. think he'll ever recover ? that was good none the less great choice of words and rhythems 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Professor T Posted October 11, 2012 Author #131 Share Posted October 11, 2012 ahhh poor guy .. think he'll ever recover ? that was good none the less great choice of words and rhythems Great. Glad you enjoyed it. Hmmm, good point, I kind of ended that we story poem in the middle didn't I. Right.. Challenge continued!! Wee Stubble Part 2 Winston Wheelbarrow, we stubble by name, An inch for a beard, the villagers shame. No dwarven wife would ever he take, for pathetic was beard for goodness sake! In Mountain mine village, market or pub, his shoulder with kinsmen would never he rub. They saw with distain the length of his beard, wee stubble, they'd whisper, lest they be heard. Many a year did he suffer in life, wanting goodness and love of a wife, So Winston moved back to the world of tall men, crossed mountains and forests and grassy glen. He came back to houses and found he some friends. He shaved clean his face and in self made amends. Barely a month from new year his heart skipped a beat he saw a young woman who stood at only three feet! She fell in his arms and he carried her away, They were married at temple that very day! And in warm home she spoke with such joy, her story, you see was a real McCoy! "I remember my savior" said softly did she, "Not an inch did I grow from the age of three" "Saved from the flames by a beard braided rope" "I've married my savior true I do hope" He fathered many a child did Winston Wheelbarrow. And moved with great family to the great distant wilds. To a land they called Mig-lurth, a place they called Sheiara. Today better known, as Middle Earth and Shire. They lived out their days with fun and with laugher! They lived on in safety, happily ever after.. (lol) 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Knight Of Shadows Posted October 11, 2012 #132 Share Posted October 11, 2012 Great. Glad you enjoyed it. Hmmm, good point, I kind of ended that we story poem in the middle didn't I. Right.. Challenge continued!! Wee Stubble Part 2 Winston Wheelbarrow, we stubble by name, An inch for a beard, the villagers shame. No dwarven wife would ever he take, for pathetic was beard for goodness sake! In Mountain mine village, market or pub, his shoulder with kinsmen would never he rub. They saw with distain the length of his beard, wee stubble, they'd whisper, lest they be heard. Many a year did he suffer in life, wanting goodness and love of a wife, So Winston moved back to the world of tall men, crossed mountains and forests and grassy glen. He came back to houses and found he some friends. He shaved clean his face and in self made amends. Barely a month from new year his heart skipped a beat he saw a young woman who stood at only three feet! She fell in his arms and he carried her away, They were married at temple that very day! And in warm home she spoke with such joy, her story, you see was a real McCoy! "I remember my savior" said softly did she, "Not an inch did I grow from the age of three" "Saved from the flames by a beard braided rope" "I've married my savior true I do hope" He fathered many a child did Winston Wheelbarrow. And moved with great family to the great distant wilds. To a land they called Mig-lurth, a place they called Sheiara. Today better known, as Middle Earth and Shire. They lived out their days with fun and with laugher! They lived on in safety, happily ever after.. (lol) you seem to know much about dwarf suffering of losing beard any coincedince ? something wanna share with us ? awesome poem though 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Professor T Posted October 12, 2012 Author #133 Share Posted October 12, 2012 Challenge: A poem, song, whatever.. Something personal about an insight, or an important lesson in life.. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+joc Posted October 12, 2012 #134 Share Posted October 12, 2012 Challenge: A poem, song, whatever.. Something personal about an insight, or an important lesson in life.. Truth inspires to everyone A different melody You don't have to worry You have your own song But you don't need to sing your truth to me Listen to your heart Beating listlessly, for what? Keeping your mind alive, But that won't keep it free Spinning, you don't have to spin for me Turning, you needn't touch my key Your fortunes are your own Your truth will make you free Quitely onward, Pilgrims cry They won't admit their own defeat Defeated them in victory Wearily their searches die My truth has set me free 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Professor T Posted October 29, 2012 Author #135 Share Posted October 29, 2012 (edited) Seen as the weather is going to pack it in again, thought I'd revive this in the hope of getting some challenges going.. Just so there's no confusion. A challenge is a request for a Poem/song/or rhymy whatever. Once a challenge is accepted it is "Liked" then "quoted" then the poem/song/whatever is posted below the quote.. Anyone can join in by posting challenges or accepting them by quoting the challenge and posting the response below. Edited October 29, 2012 by Professor T Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Likely Guy Posted October 29, 2012 #136 Share Posted October 29, 2012 Phew, finally got to this one.. Thanks for posting it. Naw.. I don't like sad.. But here goes.. Dog's point of view. As a pup we played, my master and I, And ran though the yard under a clear blue sky. And in the winter eves when the cold wind blew, we wrapped up together in blankets me and you. And we grew up together my master and me, playing run and go fetch, by the young oak tree. It was he who grew strong, and I who grew old, Four years to his one, or so I have been told. Gradually we no longer played, my master and me, Nor raced round the yard by the old oak tree. My master grew cold, and hips they grew old, incontinent dog and whiny mutt I was told. But I loved my dear master I have to declare, Even when words were said in despair. I loved him when "Come on" said last spoke me, And opened back door and stamped impatiently. I loved him when took he the gun from it's rack, And guided me silently to the shed out the back. I looked up and wagged my old tail in glee, two barrels, a squinting eye, the last thing I'd see. P.T., you b******! That made me cry a bit. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Likely Guy Posted October 29, 2012 #137 Share Posted October 29, 2012 A new challenge. Maybe a very short story about loss. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
booNyzarC Posted October 29, 2012 #138 Share Posted October 29, 2012 I would like someone to write a poem about one of their best or worst dreams, whichever you prefer. Try to recreate the emotions/sensations you felt best as possible. You choose the the style. Cold and stark, the surface is so alien yet familiar to my fingertips my palm my cheek my chest. It is icy and cozy, this floor below me yet inviting to my curiosity my eyes open. Where am I? I breath deeply the emptiness all alone yet together with all that is my soul my heart my being. Disjointed. Stand up!! Okay, I stand. Where am I? This place so foreign I remember from before the end is coming soon and there is no stopping it. Why? Three walls, a ceiling, a floor, and... openness. Complete openness no limits no structure no form. I see no colors, only the dark and light the dark is out there the light is my cell these three walls, ceiling, and floor How did I get here? What is out there? I creep to the edge and peer... a wall above me below me to my left to my right It makes no sense. It extends to infinity... above, below, right, and left... infinity... the wall... I see other cells. It is a wall of cells. All occupied just like mine. Can I climb down? too far... Can I climb up? too high... Over? No. We sit. And wait. Together. Alone. What is that? I see it, don't you? What is it? That... block? What is it doing? That perfect cube... Slow. Relentless. Inevitable. I realize... It is coming home... It has a perfect form. The cube. Just like my cell. A perfect cube. I scream but my cry is isolated. Just like me. Alone. In this cell. I smile. It comes. There is no stopping it. Slow. Relentless. Inevitable. A perfect fit for a perfect cube. A perfect beginning. A perfect end. A perfect dream... A Nightmare... It closes the gap so slow yet so fast to fill the fourth wall my view my hopes my goals. The infinite openness is gone and I wait for the end is near. It presses against me. I struggle, but there is no point. I know it now just as I did before. I don't struggle long. Cold and stark, the surface is so alien yet familiar to my fingertips my palm my cheek my chest. I breath deeply the emptiness all alone yet together with all that is my soul my heart my being. It is icy and cozy, this cube crushing me yet inviting to my curiosity my eyes close. And I finally awaken... 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Professor T Posted October 29, 2012 Author #139 Share Posted October 29, 2012 P.T., you b******! That made me cry a bit. Lol... Tee-he It must have hit a chord with your empathy.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Likely Guy Posted October 29, 2012 #140 Share Posted October 29, 2012 Lol... Tee-he It must have hit a chord with your empathy.. Yes it did, and may I thank you and damn you to hell at the same time. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sarah_444 Posted October 29, 2012 #141 Share Posted October 29, 2012 Cold and stark, the surface is so alien yet familiar to my fingertips my palm my cheek my chest. It is icy and cozy, this floor below me yet inviting to my curiosity my eyes open. Where am I? I breath deeply the emptiness all alone yet together with all that is my soul my heart my being. Disjointed. Stand up!! Okay, I stand. Where am I? This place so foreign I remember from before the end is coming soon and there is no stopping it. Why? Three walls, a ceiling, a floor, and... openness. Complete openness no limits no structure no form. I see no colors, only the dark and light the dark is out there the light is my cell these three walls, ceiling, and floor How did I get here? What is out there? I creep to the edge and peer... a wall above me below me to my left to my right It makes no sense. It extends to infinity... above, below, right, and left... infinity... the wall... I see other cells. It is a wall of cells. All occupied just like mine. Can I climb down? too far... Can I climb up? too high... Over? No. We sit. And wait. Together. Alone. What is that? I see it, don't you? What is it? That... block? What is it doing? That perfect cube... Slow. Relentless. Inevitable. I realize... It is coming home... It has a perfect form. The cube. Just like my cell. A perfect cube. I scream but my cry is isolated. Just like me. Alone. In this cell. I smile. It comes. There is no stopping it. Slow. Relentless. Inevitable. A perfect fit for a perfect cube. A perfect beginning. A perfect end. A perfect dream... A Nightmare... It closes the gap so slow yet so fast to fill the fourth wall my view my hopes my goals. The infinite openness is gone and I wait for the end is near. It presses against me. I struggle, but there is no point. I know it now just as I did before. I don't struggle long. Cold and stark, the surface is so alien yet familiar to my fingertips my palm my cheek my chest. I breath deeply the emptiness all alone yet together with all that is my soul my heart my being. It is icy and cozy, this cube crushing me yet inviting to my curiosity my eyes close. And I finally awaken... Wow boony, quite chilling! Nicely done. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SpiritWriter Posted October 29, 2012 #142 Share Posted October 29, 2012 Cool, Thanks for posting!.. Wee Stubble Winston Wheelbarrow, "Rope almighty" by nickname, Once left his sweet home in search of great fame. With braided beard the length of a rope, Be sought new horizons and to give people hope. ..... Great job ProT 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
booNyzarC Posted October 29, 2012 #143 Share Posted October 29, 2012 Wow boony, quite chilling! Nicely done. Thank you Sarah One of my least favorite night terrors when I was young. Not that any of them were very pleasant, of course. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+joc Posted October 30, 2012 #144 Share Posted October 30, 2012 A new challenge. Maybe a very short story about loss. You said a very short story not a poem: The screams are always the same High pitched, seemingly without end There is nothing you can do, nothing you can say You can feel their loss, but, it is 'their' loss They are the one's who have to deal with it And they all deal with it the same exact way Disbelief, the scream, denial Until they see the body Lying on the gurney in the Emergency Room They wail over the body, every time, every single time Every single one of them The screams, the denial, the wailing The pain of the loss It's Universal Beyond ethnicity Beyond culture Beyond finance CPR in the ER is no one's friend Especially the one performing 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
B Randomly Posted October 30, 2012 #145 Share Posted October 30, 2012 George Carlin was a hilarious man, but I think people here would like to hear something original. There's many challenges, back through the pages that no one would mind if you brought one back to life. Hope to hear something. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sarah_444 Posted October 30, 2012 #146 Share Posted October 30, 2012 New challenge. A humerous halloween themed poem from the point of view of a pumpkin. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
B Randomly Posted October 30, 2012 #147 Share Posted October 30, 2012 I had a lot of fun writing this one! Good choice for a challenge! Every year the same old spit carve me out and light the wick I'm chucked from catapults heaved from high places thrown from moving cars and make ridiculous faces I wish I could be left alone in the rain as I wash and just simply hang on the vine with my squash Or I wish I were a dessert with my rinds now junkin' but no one makes pie with a orange cow punkin For now I guess I'll make due cuz it's a hell of a lot better than a flaming bag of poo 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sarah_444 Posted October 31, 2012 #148 Share Posted October 31, 2012 (edited) Hahaha that is fantastic! Great job. Edited October 31, 2012 by sarah_444 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
orangepeaceful79 Posted October 31, 2012 #149 Share Posted October 31, 2012 Challenge - Change Button my coat the night chill greets my face looking around I see a haze developing one foot in front of another now walking slowly contemplating my life light a cigarette, long slow drag exhale walking slowly I've lost so much lately hard to decide what I've gained wisdom perhaps? difficult to say I feel no wiser just older, sadder I still have whats most important for those girls I'm thankful they keep me walking slowly as opposed to stepping in front of trucks take a drag exhale everyday I am changing though its hard to feel sometimes see her face in my mind heart winces briefly she's better off without me walking slowly changing constantly another ghost in the haze walking slowly. 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sarah_444 Posted October 31, 2012 #150 Share Posted October 31, 2012 (edited) Im accepting my own challenge, I couldn't resist. I am orange, fat and round sitting on the mucky ground children come here through farm gates one by one carry away my mates a little boy picked me up I went for a ride in his dad's pick up truck he took me home and called me "Jack" to that field of mud I'll never go back he carved two eyes into me so wherever I went I could see grabbed a candle short and thick with a flame he then lit it's wick I gave a clever wink with my eye because to tell the truth you cannot lie it's Halloween and i'd rather be a silly pumpkin face then Gramma's pie! Edit...had to fix something that didn't sound right. Edited October 31, 2012 by sarah_444 7 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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