Poetry By Players

[ACHANGEL]

Those Who Write On $hit House Walls Roll Thier $ith In Little Balls Those Who Read These Words Of Wit Eat Those Little Balss Of $hit:d

[Unforgottner]

I read this on a wall before.

[Punishment]

There once was a duck named Bob
I transformed him into a kabob
He tasted quite tasty
I munched him down like.. Hasty.

[Tama Drummer]

Rose are red, violets are blue
I have a bed, and the sheets are blue

[uniquinous]

what the crap is an ACHangel? like a head ache angel?

[AlabamaBoy]

=P

Well he is giving me an ache.

But I doubt that's what he meant to do with his name.

[johannhowitzer]

Well, you asked for it! And by that I mean Achangel. And by that I mean... here's a novel of a poem, read it and LIKE it. It is born of my frustration at having been rejected by women in the past. It's the longest I've ever written, and also the only narrative poem I've written, and it follows a fairly strict rhyme-scheme and meter.


Ballad of a Lover

One evening he met her, next morning he saw her
And thought to himself she was charming and fair.
The next day he passed her but said nothing to her -
The girl with the long, short, light-darkish-brown hair.

His past now a blur, he moped off toward the stars
As his heart tore for joying and mourning at once.
And the friends that he knew, and the friends that he loved,
Now concerned, said that he'd turned a beagle-eyed dunce.

As friends the two flourished and got along famous.
They saw one another each morn, noon and night,
But the lovely one stopped short, too much the unwise
To his smitten, fanatical, worrying plight.

Had she known of his pinings, would she have requited?
Perhaps you and I are to never find out.
But his green heart kept hoping, his tears kept on falling
At night, when the stillness uncovers all doubt.


In the winter they snowshoed and talked by a fireplace.
He thought he might kiss her, if ever he dared,
But he never could read her to know how she'd take him -
The girl with the long, short, light-darkish-brown hair.

She'd smile when they walked, and she'd laugh when they talked.
Now he crafted a discourse to have down the road,
And he daydreamed of someday when they would be walking
And he would tell all, watching as her face glowed!

But the weeks came along and the morrows died off,
And he kept saying "next day" and "next week" and "soon,"
She seemed always not close enough to move closer!
The poor boy kept howling at a deaf, blind, dumb moon.

Finally one evening he said, "I've about had it,"
And marched to the phone to do that which he'd swore.
He punched in the first bit, then punched in two more bits,
Then sighed for a bit and rushed in the last four.


Her voice plucked his heart-strings with one sweet Hello song
And, just as he'd feared, he went numb in his chair!
From where did this come? He was used to her song now -
This girl with the long, short, light-darkish-brown hair.

A rendezvous set, he replaced the receiver
And, letting off steam, he fell back and thought hard.
Had his nervousness doomed him? Had she found his meaning?
He was sure of betrayal, he'd been off his guard!

The next day he sat in the booth in the corner,
Insomnia played on his fidgeting heart.
Any moment she'd enter - he'd have to explain,
And despite his preparing, he'd lost where to start!

When sat she down near him, his hands began shaking
Still more than they'd been just a moment ago.
With stuttering lips he inquired if she'd love him;
The angel looked down and, quite softly, said "No."

(Reactions?)

[Sith Happens]

Copy Pasted?

[johannhowitzer]

Yep. I have all the poetry I've ever written on my computer, it was just a matter of selecting one that might be appropriate for the setting.

I've got lots more if you're interested, including a fun riddle.

[uniquinous]

give ridd!

[Learz]

Here's a StarCraft one I did:


Standing here, all alone,
Beside a lifeless drone.
I slowly look skyward,
Seeing my fleet wayward.
Wondering if this was foreknown,
Standing here, all alone.

Watching as I am abandoned,
Deep inside, feeling saddened.
The enemy numbers thickened,
As their descent toward me quickened.

Standing here, all alone,
It’s useless to bemoan.
I have been left to my fate,
As the Zerg come, I await.
The sacred prayer, I intone,
Standing here, all alone.

[HorNeT]

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
and you suck ass.

[johannhowitzer]

Alright, here's the riddle. First one to guess the correct answer (and there is only ONE) gets a cookie!

My birth was hailed by glow of red,
Without me all'd be driven mad.
A thousand crimes do I conceal
And never make a court appeal.
Kill me with a humble lark -
When fall do I, the world's made dark!

[uniquinous]

the sun? :huh:

[AlabamaBoy]

At noon and midnight the hour and minute hands are exactly coincident with each other. How many other times between noon and midnight do the hour and minute hands cross?

[johannhowitzer]

Once every hour and five minutes (plus a tiny bit more). So ten times.

And no, it's not the sun. That's the first thing everyone guesses; the sun does not conceal crimes, it exposes them, and it is not killed by a lark.

[AlabamaBoy]

The answer is Night.

Sorry uniq, you guessed... it was my turn.

[johannhowitzer]

Very good, Alabama. It was hailed by glow of red (sunset); without night we wouldn't have a sense of time and science has shown that time-deprivation causes a form of demetia; night conceals many crimes but never speaks a word in court; when it falls the world becomes dark; and finally, night ends when the lark's cry is heard - the lark is the bird of the morning!

Say, we should just toss riddles around instead of poems. It's more fun. I got another one!

The man who makes it doesn't need it,
The man who buys it doesn't use it,
The man who uses it doesn't know it.

While I did write the last riddle, I'm just quoting this one.

[bloodreign]

I read this one in a bathroom stall

Meet buba here May 17th Twelve O clock
Bend over smile, cause your about to get hard C........

[Angelic-Hotfox]

Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
and Jill came tumbling after