You like the subject line? I think it's kinda catchy, neh?
I got the idea (and the permission, really) from an earlier post, and I thought I'd try to see how long this would go, and what kind of work we could turn out. So here's my plan: each person here contributes a line or two (or a rhyme or two) to the poem, and no more. You can't go more than once in a while, and it has to be short. Other than that, go nuts.
Oh, and naturally, it has to be in theme with the ones that come before it.
It's been a while since I've done poetry, so you'll forgive me if I forgo my turn. Sorry. Cristian V.
PS--Because it makes sense that there be a common theme, I think we should agree on one. Or maybe someone goes first, and we all follow like loyal lemmings. (Like the alliteration? )
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Posted by Lord Darkstorm (Member # 1610) on :
Gracefully soaring through the sky, it's wings stretched out to catch the air.
Posted by Phanto (Member # 1619) on :
Abandoning its ancient lair, Came a roaring Ho-Qu dragon,
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Posted by TruHero (Member # 1766) on :
Gleaming red eyes scan the horizon Windows into an empty soul Nothing inside to be revealed Mind transfixed on its current goal
Posted by cvgurau (Member # 1345) on :
A single knight, riding across the terrain, Sitting atop his sturdy steed, Riding through the pouring rain, Riding on, to feed his greed.
Posted by ccwbass (Member # 1850) on :
Squire lugs Good Sir Knight's crap, No horse allowed for trusty kern. Squire would love to punch Knight's yap, (Squire would lose his head in turn.)
Um - y'all can ignore this one if you want.
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Posted by Your Mom (Member # 1851) on :
Chasing a shallow sunrise Beset on the shadows at his heels Daring to dream to be so wise Daring to hate what it is he feels
"Even a halo has a shadow"
Vycye
Posted by wetwilly (Member # 1818) on :
sick of this crap, the squire screams and buries his dagger in the breast of good sir knight, and so it seems the dragon can this night peacefully rest.
Posted by Phanto (Member # 1619) on :
With dying breath, Death in his voice, Curses the knight on the squire, "You shall have no peace; and no rest.'
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Posted by ccwbass (Member # 1850) on :
ccw, last name bass, puts into his hands his face stifling laughs; O, what he's read: He didn't mean to warp this thread.
Posted by punahougirl84 (Member # 1731) on :
The spirit of said knight did rise To steal the squire's flesh. His soul twice damned in compromise To seek, and with the dragon mesh.
Posted by cvgurau (Member # 1345) on :
The ancient dragon, primal, vicious, Fought to resist this blending. The knight in rage did he roar, Their fight continued, unending. To the heavens they did soar, The skies tore open, at his roar.
PS--CCW, you crack me up.
Posted by ccwbass (Member # 1850) on :
[here's a serious one
The battle now doth make the heavens tremble; What doom is come? For now the gods assemble!
Posted by Kolona (Member # 1438) on :
'Twere not gods at all, but more dragons there, Breathing fire and rage from heaven's high lair, Keening and bellowing and spiraling in fury, Seeking, seeking the impudent knight to bury.
Posted by Phanto (Member # 1619) on :
The beauty, the splender, the anger and rage Was all for nothing.
Little did the fearsome beasts Know the truth, sad as it was. The knight was dead, killed by A friend [This message has been edited by Phanto (edited January 09, 2004).]
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Posted by ccwbass (Member # 1850) on :
O weep, weep, for a knight thrice dead: Honor corrupted, Hope become dread; Talon and fire shall render their prey. O weep, weep! Love dies this day.
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Posted by ccwbass (Member # 1850) on :
Oops. Phanto and I crossed lines.
Second ending (ahem):
Squire, now ensconced in hell, Runs far away from angry knight. "You f**kin' jerk! I'll kick your a**!" And thus it goes in hell's long night.
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Posted by Your Mom (Member # 1851) on :
Well... this idea was slaughtered pretty fast.
"Shrieking of talons beyond starlit skies, are raining from heavens as agony dies"
Vycye
Posted by ccwbass (Member # 1850) on :
I'm thinking the idea is good, but perhaps we should insist that any contribution be no more than two or three lines. It would not only prevent the kind of doggeral I write, but cut down on the temptation to write "final" lines. Let's face it, once we're closing our own rhyme/metre schemes, we're also closing scenes, or at least dictating course corrections that can only changed by writing an even harder course correction, to the point where the ship, I mean poem, would never land in ANY port because it can't figure out which direction to go.
