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 Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 6:00 pm
Progress
I once found a tree, as free as could be.
A happy young tree that was looking at me.
We went to the store, once more, before,
I chopped up that tree and made him a door.
The door will suffice; it's nice for the price,
Keeping the wind out, a clever device.
The tree's family cried: he died, life denied.
They got their revenge on us humans who lied.
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Just War
Frankfurters attacking in the night,
From the abyss they come.
To nowhere they go.
Leading armies of doom
On white horses.
Once upon a time
There was a man.
His name meant fame
To the poor and lame.
He didn't have any pumpkin pie
So they ate him.
The mustard cannons are wheeled through the trees,
Catsupults dripping with anticipation.
With heavy coats to keep their buns warm,
The frankfurters march on.
Slight confusion
Swept through the crowd.
The drones grasped his bones,
From their mouths came moans!
The evidence was all around them
So they buried it.
Towers toppling
Buildings crumbling
A world lit up like fire.
The frankfurters hunt
The frankfurters kill
Will no one survive
The slaughter?
A young child
Stood over the grave
His eyes started to cry
For this pieless guy.
He barely heard the screams
Behind him.
All are dead.
Men, woman, children.
The frankfurters approach the grave.
The grave of the man.
They dig up his bones.
Place them in buns.
And eat them.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:51 pm
Curfew
The world is an amazing place,
A land unlike no other.
For here resides the human race,
With nature as its mother.
The father, God, looks down on all
His children as they play.
Sisters, brothers, come to call
His guidance as they pray.
But foolish kids, they fight and shout!
Beat siblings while they're crying.
Anger and revenge pouring out,
Younger siblings dying.
Maturity sets in at last,
Or so they all believe.
Discard the guidance of the past,
Rebellion shall deceive.
The old man's impotent. He's but
A phase to be outgrown.
And all mom's gifts, from rock to nut
Are waiting to be blown.
The teenage years, they are quite wild,
But never truly stay.
With any hope, the budding child
Will be full-grown one day.
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Bogus_Burger Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 10:18 pm
"just war" made me lose the game.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 10:27 pm
The Lawyer's Doll
I got a doll today.
It talks. It eats. It sleeps. It shits.
It sits.
That's all it does.
"Get up!" I say. "Do something!"
The scrivener doesn't flinch.
It just sits. Limply.
That's all it does.
Friends come over. They see my doll.
Odd looks. I'm too old for dolls.
I kick it. It falls on the floor.
That's all it does.
A lawyer with a doll? Feeding it? Clothing it?
Waste of time. Waste of money.
Client's time. Client's money. He wastes.
That's all he does.
But he's my doll. I must keep him.
Without me he will decay.
He'll lie in the trash, staring at darkness.
That's all he'll do.
What am I, a child?
It's just a doll.
A doll I must discard to be a success.
That's all I am.
I throw it out.
It rots away.
Getting eaten by the worms and maggots.
That's all it does.
TINAP.
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 12:57 am
I Went Through the Forest
Looked for you.
Over in the fields. You
Vanished. And so did my
Everlasting hope for life.
Barabbas was saved so
Royal crowns could
Adorn your bleeding head. But
Nowhere can you be seen.
Did you suddenly forget about us?
I don't know.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 2:06 am
Mifune's LullabyThe world's full of beauty,
Life's precious, that's true.
BUT
I hate pathetic people,
I'll have to kill you.Gnomish Battle CryNo help for fools,
Blood always quenches my thirst.
I'm not dying yet,
I have to kill quite a few men first.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 10:01 am
WOW, this thread is old...is it...okay to necro something that started so long ago?
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 5:59 pm
THE Toshiro Mifune Mifune's LullabyThe world's full of beauty,
Life's precious, that's true.
BUT
I hate pathetic people,
I'll have to kill you.Gnomish Battle CryNo help for fools,
Blood always quenches my thirst.
I'm not dying yet,
I have to kill quite a few men first. Actually, the translation I have says: No cure for fools. I think that gets closer to what Sanjuro (Mifine's character) was trying to say.
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Bogus_Burger Vice Captain
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Bogus_Burger Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 6:01 pm
Resing a Mifune-Approved thread is like spreading democracy, peace, goodness and apple pie throughout the world. It's not just ok, "It's our duty." (W)
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 3:43 pm
The thread was resed from like... 6 threads down. Because that's how slow things move here.
First Time
The drips resound into her ears,
The fresh, warm smell allays her fears.
She thinks of God, and starts to grin,
How could this ever be a sin?
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 11:41 am
Mooby the Golden Sock The thread was resed from like... 6 threads down. Because that's how slow things move here. First TimeThe drips resound into her ears,
The fresh, warm smell allays her fears.
She thinks of God, and starts to grin,
How could this ever be a sin?That one sounds sinful! :O ....I like it. <3
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 2:36 pm
Skiddlypiddly
The sclaryfox of Caberton,
He ribsees over smire,
And rinchims on the caryback
Of Norbag's golden fire.
I said to him, "Why silly sir,
Must you be princhimpim?"
He replied, "I can't deny,
I do it to be slim!"
The wilziks in the treetops near,
They heard his raspy voice.
They made a plan to rimshaw him,
Feeling they had no choice.
The rimshaw plan went perfectly,
And sclaryfox got fat,
'Till he was saved by soldier brins,
What do you think of that?
Now sclaryfox, he's had his fill,
Not skinny anymore.
Not plump either, he's quite quiber.
He works as a gibbore.
And lives his days in merriment,
Or so the legend tells.
What is the truth? What are the facts?
His bumpchick iod dwells!
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 4:42 pm
Slumber Cell
Waking the dark horse inside me,
Struggling to regain freedom.
Death comes abrup--
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 4:51 pm
Scouting
Burning rain in the fire pit.
Lightning in the sky.
Thunder rolling above us,
Shouts, "The storm is nigh!"
Wind ripping through the branches,
Embers flying high.
Run to the cabin, children.
For the storm is nigh.
Smoke billows from the furnace,
As the fire grows dim.
And takes with it our light source,
Making the world look grim.
Huddle close, dear children.
The cabin keeps you tight.
In here we'll tell ghost stories,
Till the end of night.
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 6:25 am
I really like some of your poems, Mooby. You are a very talented poet. -^^- I wish I could write poetry... I'm more of a story writer, lol.
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