Poetry and Such...

[Gemm: Rock & Roll Star; Born to Rock]

Pure Restraints

There is nothing on the walls,
except the dreams
I cannot dream.
My myriad of mere illusions
persuades me into disillusion.

Theres nothing left on the wall.
No more patience grows
from my ostrication.
My mirror hangs on the wall
showing what eye(I) can see best.

Everything is on the wall,
the worlds history shattered
like a cube.
My disillusions disuade
me from my unintended illusions.

[Eagle Prince]

DEATH RIDES A HORSE

Death rides on a horse, with trumpets ablaze,
killing all who dare meet the chill of his gaze.
The thunder of hooves make the earth shake,
and the fires of Hell are stoked in his wake.

He kills all men with a stroke of his blade,
But along the highway he was parlayed.
The two fought until the coming of dawn,
but the man would not succumb to his brawn.

For that man shall never again bend knee
and shall never again hear the banshee.
Looking for his next bauble to thieve,
he wanders the world in endless reprieve.

And when you travel, it best be by day
and never travel the night by highway
For I am the Immortal One hidden from the dawn;
I am the Emperor-King after day has gone.

Remember that Death now holds a new name
and remember the poem that bards exclaim,
"Death rides on a horse, with trumpets ablaze,
killing all who dare meet the chill of his gaze.
The thunder of hooves make the earth shake,
and the fires of Hell are stoked in his wake."

[Gemm: Rock & Roll Star; Born to Rock]

Woot EP, wewt. I give that one a roaring round of applause. That was fantastic.

[Eagle Prince]

Thanks.  I was originally trying to do it as a sonnet, but it wasn't working for some reason.  So I just went to oldschool double couplets.  Honestly, I don't know too much about poetry, it takes me forever to write one.

[Archon]

Wow, that was yours Eagle Prince? That was really good, I automatically assumed that it was one that you found in a fantasy book and really liked. Well done!

[Eagle Prince]

Thanks.  I'd like to say something about the other poems, but I really just don't know enough about poetry to say more than simply what I liked or disliked.  A few of them I think have clever structure, and a lot of them are about things I'd never think of.  I tend to focus (probably too much) on things like heroes and monsters and "cool" factor, and so more introspective things aren't frequently on my mind (not just in writing poems and stories either).

As for it looking like it was a fantasy story, I'm glad since most of the poems I write are for my own fantasy world.  But as I'm not too practiced at the craft, not all of them turn out that good.  Actually, looking through some of them, here is a more light-heared one.  Its a child's poem that is about the one sure way to defeat a fairie.

Sing me a tune, oh faerie fair,
 for my worries are much to bear.
A chant to make the day seem brighter,
 and these burdens a little lighter.

Take my hand, oh faerie fair,
 and we'll dance with nay to care.
Atop the flowers shall we play,
 while we celebrate this cheery day.

Lead me away, oh faerie fair,
 let us retire to your lair.
There we'll play a riddle game
 of who can guess the other's name.


Anyway, I've liked this thread and wanted to participate for awhile.  I just kept forgetting or got too lazy to look though my text files for them.  I haven't wrote any for awhile, now you got me wanting to try making a few more.  Maybe I'll try one about something more personal, like my need to brood.  lol.

[Archon]

Wow, I havent checked this in a long time, so sorry for the extreme delay E.P.
Bare should be bear. Otherwise that one is really good too. I should try doing more fantasy type stuff like that, I used to, but all of them got deleted through the years.

[Eagle Prince]

Doh, you're right on the spelling.  I'll go edit that.

Heh, I tried doing a regular poem, but I can't make it work.  So I started one about a gunfighter instead, don't know how to finish it though.

[JP Dogberry]

Gunfighter poems always end with the Gunfighter dead, and it's always the wronged lover who does it. But the audience always sympathises with her.

[stacer]

EP, that last one sounds like a rhyme Curdie would have made up to get rid of the Goblins in The Princess and the Goblin. That's a detail I forgot to mention in my review. The goblins hate rhymes, so miners hone their skill at rhymes to keep the goblins at bay.

[Eagle Prince]

Cool, cause that was sort of the idea of it, to make fairies go away.  Especially because of the name part, because fairies don't want anyone to know their name, but also can't resist riddle games, so if you say that then they get mad/scared and fly off.

Haven't read many poems about gunfighters, but I could see that.  Sort of like the Highwayman poem.  Well here is what I have done of mine, he doesn't die in the end.


An old gunfighter strode into town down a dusty trail
The clank of spurs announced him like a funeral death-knell
Two pistols hung at his belt and a cold look was in his eye
It was plain to see today some poor soul was gunna die

His face was gaunt, his eyes bloodshot, his grin just ghostly
Without words his pallor face said that this man was hungry
He wore long black hair like a shawl as if he mourned the dead
It was plain to see that blood as souls were his wine and bread

Down the street he shambled with the gait of a zombie
And shouted out the names of the men that he'd come to see
From the brothels and the taverns, a great many men did come
They thought their gang was strong enough to kill the phantom

The fight broke out, shots rung out, gunsmoke filled the air
When it cleared what still stood was a grinning nightmare
The gunfighter put up his guns, the gang all massacred
Gorged on the blood of thirty men, no longer he hungered

Still not sure how to end it, but I think these will be the last two lines.

Remember the hand of vengence can reach beyond the grave
And remember the story of the gunman with no name.

Oh yeah, thought I'd mention that I started writing this for a RPG character I'm playing.

[The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers]

anything that can be done to keep the fairies away is a must.