| Poets Corner |
Always liked to send little (bad) poems to people in game after interacting with them in some way. So I thought: Why not share them with the rest of VU?:)
Roses are red, violets are blue,
Your army is dead buhuhu.
It walked up here to seize my towns,
but was sent back wearing ugly frowns.
Do not despair oh craven PHI
For I am sure there are legion of allies to lend aid to thee.
Just sit right back and wait for their help,
because clearly you are outclassed....you whelp.
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[Duke Phantasm]
Once proud owners of body and soul
Untill others destroyed them whole
The dead now seem to wander free
Just ghosts they now appear to be
For gods glory has embraced them all
They now reside in his great hall
[Dreadlord Valarion]
Though dead a ghost may be
His soul will never go free
Shackled by undying needs
To punish their killers for their deeds
They roam the land in search for thee
And will gladly rip you apart with joyous glee
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[@Carroth]
You've attacked my scout,
I still hear them screaming ow so loud,
That is a very low deed,
However it's a fact your ass will bleed,
cross your fingers, cross your thumbs,
Yes your armies will get bumps
You driven us far beyond the block,
Well my friend ... From now on you can suck my Co**
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those are sooooo old shez:P
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All of those are really good.
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Here is a more recent one:
| You (7/1/2007 3:44:21 PM) |
And here it comes, the poets fist
to smash an army to pink mist.
If he prevails, only time will show
until then the blood will flow.
Elfs, orcs and dwarfs alike,
will give their lives when the army stikes.
Oh poet, oh poet, what have you done
so many lives will be forever gone! |
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You (7/1/2007 7:41:31 PM)
Under the cover of gentle spoken words,
an army moves out to pull at destiny's cords.
With every step closer towards the lives intended to take,
the warfaring Poet leaves death and decay in his wake.
Guarded by the banner of the Ancient Eye,
he's been send to seek those who will soon die.
To show that his words are indeed of great might,
he will relentlessly destroy anything in his sight.
Being the writer of true Poetry for the Dead,
his sole task is to see that his enemy's fate is met.
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| You (7/7/2007 3:45:19 PM) |
Oh Shezmu oh Shezmu my dear friend
why did it have to come to such an end.
You just had to go and attack innocent Butterfly
and forced my hand to send you home to cry!
I hope that, in time, when you can sit once more
you will step forth again to settle the score.
Because sending you home, with your bum bright red
was almost as entertaining as taking Ez to bed!
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You (7/13/2007 11:24:59 AM)
With the Damned spreading across the lands,
the Poets army truly had no chance.
A Poets pride had been left there for dead,
struck down by a ruler that knows no regret.
The Dreadlord present on the field showed no remorse at all,
standing there behind his soldiers to watch the Poets downfall.
Many days went by after the army's demise,
once again spotting what they greatly despise.
Your horrendous voice lost in the echoes of eternity,
your mighty cities will crumble into dust...what a pity...
Where will you go, Dreadlord of the Damned?
Once a Dead Poets revenge is at hand...
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| You (7/13/2007 12:46:09 PM) |
A city taken a city razed in the end it´s naught but a slight waste.
For the Dreadlord does as dreadlord´s do,
working from the shadows to spell doom upon you.
A poet grieves for lives of innocents lost,
but dreadlords win no matter the cost.
The damned endure, they do not fall,
because barred we are from Lord Deaths great hall.
Shatter this vessel oh righteous poet, but be aware
that on I shall sheme and for the lives lost I will not care.
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Here's one I wrote a few era's back when Abydos Declared war on Legacy through Osi's little Song...
When Evil is hiding it's face beneath darkened shrouds
There will be Gods amongst men walking above the clouds
The time has come for the Ancient Gods of Egypt's lore
To head out straight into the very heart of your core
Destruction will be sown across the Fantasian lands
Many will die and many will not even get the chance
Yet with every step we take towards your citiesgates
Death and Decay creeps closer to seal your fates
Oh Evil darkness of the neverending night
Hear us and watch the Sun explode with all it's might
A blinding flash will purge you from all your eternal fears
Your screams will fade away as sounds do to deaf man's ears
The powerfull forces of Abydos have finally been awoken
Now it's only a matter of time untill your will to fight us is broken
Our troops will cleanse this world of your presence with determination
Your Legacy is hereby selected for extermination
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Times of war
Your legions disturbing my borders?
Very well, soldiers shall be given orders
My armies are being hunt?
Well your wife is a big ass *beep*
You just razed my last mine?
Well your history will be now remembered as 'Schwein'
What's that? You penetrated my Core?
Well guess what I further on care no more ...
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I come
I see
I conquer
You cannot escape
Death is here
Don't try to flee
Just give in to despair
You can hide in a corner
You can draw your sword
You can whisper God's name
But
You can not escape
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Ow mighty Osiris?
My my my, the leader of Abydos,
I heard it was between you and Oya Flip and toss,
I see you never walking, never exercise,
For a fatty like you it isn't very wise,
I heard you have troops or is that rumor fake?
Hey look at the fatty crawling to get up, want another cupcake?
I am not here to slander you around,
I am here for a mighty Osiris to be found?
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Also, to comment on the poems, I like them! Just a thought, some of them have a few lines with way too many syllables so that it just doesn't sound right. I'm not trying to say they suck or I'm the best so don't get angry lol. Anyways, what do you think of my poem?
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Lirnen lassion, laurië lassion ar laurië lassi tuianer:
súrio lirnen, súrë utúlië ar súyanes olwassen.
Anar pella, Isil pella, Eärë falastanë,
ar mi Ilmarino hresta Alda laurëa ortanë.
Oiosinyëo nu eleni mi Eldamar cacálala,
mi Eldamar, Tiriono ara rambar Eldaiva.
Laurelassi lohtier andavë et olwava yénillon,
nan Alatairë pella sinomë sí Eldanier lantëar.
A Lóriendë! Sí Hrívë utúlië, Arë helda lassevalta;
lantëar lassi celumenna ar síra Sírë oar.
A Lóriendë! Fárië yéni mi Falas Sina amárien,
ar fifírula rië irícien laurëa elanarnen.
Nan ciryaron sí liruvan, quí tuluva nir cirya,
i cirya i nyë atacoluva ter Eärë allanda?
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Wow, that is the most beautiful poem I've ever heard. Did you right it?
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@Atreides
We know. Part of the charm about these is that they aint perfect, hehe.
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@Atreides Thats either quenya or that other elf language tolkien made. Probably stolen from some site.
Ossie cheats, now we have proof!
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o.O How the hell did you recognize that language if it's not even real lol?
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The name Finwe is an elven name from Tolkiens world so it isnt hard to guess :D
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<> Its hairy, its dumb,
<> it has a giant rump.
<> What can it be, this malformed beast?
<> it looks as if it might come from the east!
<> Fangs and claws, incoherent speech,
<> make it go away I thee beseech!
<> Ah I know, its all to clear
<> so let me tell you right now right here!
<> With intellect on par with kiwi
<> it can only be - weirdgrievi!
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@Atreides
Oh Tolkiens languages are very real. He made them up with gramatical rules ect just like any other language..I believe my little sister is even trying to learn some (there is some site out there with all the rules/words/ect listed).
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Is she hot? How old is she?
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You camped on my city,
just a little bit twity,
this act was so $hity,
Now your men are all dead,
You should get it through your head,
That this act made me see red,
And if we were 2000 years in the future i would pump you full of LEAD!
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In the eyes of Senturu
The sun rises, it's now officially day,
Will it make me less ghey?
Ow man, I'm such a loner,
I woke up with this tiny little boner...
I really don't have a wife,
VU is my life,
I'll have another cup of tea,
Please come down and kill me?
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Stealing poems ftw!
From Wilderland to Western shore,
form northern waste to southern hill
through dragon-lair and hidden door
and darkling woods he walked at will.
With Dwarves and Hobbits, Elves and Men,
with mortal and immortal folk,
with bird on bough and beast in den,
in their own secret tounges he spoke.
A deadly sword, a healing hand,
a back that bent beneath its load;
a trumpet-voice, a burning brand,
a weary pilgrim on the road.
A lord of wisdom throned he sat,
swift in anger, quick to laugh;
an old man in a battered hat
who leaned upon a thorny staff.
With Dwarves and Hobbits, Elves and Men,
with mortal and immortal folk,
with bird on bough and beast in den,
in their own secret tounges he spoke.
From Wilderland to Western shore,
form northern waste to southern hill
through dragon-lair and hidden door
and darkling woods he walked at will.
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Poor little baztard
His kindness hangs on one string,
Won't take much longer for the bat to use a headswing,
Don't make him explode,
He'll flame off your throat!
People call him by the name of fool,
Look who is coming, nobody else then Zerocool...
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Amoungst the green pastures lie,
A city so big it's surely alive,
Brave armys march to face there foe,
But alas it was a Rainbow.
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On and on they came, Vultures of all shapes
To once and for all seal our fates.
A craven horde of tiny Lords
To pick the flesh of a bloated corpse.
Where courage fails and grudges reign
the war attracts those greedy and insane.
Divided they stand waiting for the breach
all those riches almost within their reach.
But know you cowards shall not pass
because I shall die trying to send you home with a swollen red ...
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My TwamaoTwamao, better known as my hero, He has an amount of friends equal to zero, However he wears a purse, he isn't a nurse, It's twamao the surgeon, A first class man-whore treated like a virgin.
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Violets are blue,
Roses are red,
I just killed you,
Now you're dead.
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I received Valarion's above prose.... I responded with this..
Proud and defiant words continue to flow forth,
As approaching enemies do march North.
Brave words shouted from sheltering walls,
echo and ring empty as the Kingdom falls.
Huddled behind stone ramparts and barred gate,
scurrying like Vermin to avoid their fate.
The Wheel of Fortune does always turn,
remember this lesson as your cities burn.
Former Overlords suddenly brought low,
threats of doom empty as winds that blow.
Your time is over, so face up to your fear,
this brave coalition has kicked your.....
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to which he responded...
| Dreadlord Valarion [LGC] (7/17/2007 3:19:26 PM) |
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Empty words from roaring hordes,
shall not sway these brave lords.
Draw thy sabre and do come forth,
let battle decide your boasting words.
The Wheel of fortune you so aptly named,
will turn to see you barbarians shamed.
By The Darkness so I vow,
I sooner die than ever bow!
my response to that follows......
| You (7/19/2007 3:05:06 PM) |
Words flow and ring like steel,
as they joust atop the wheel.
Each firmly believing in their cause,
the bloodshed continues without pause.
Swords held in fanatical grips,
crimson blood staining the tips.
Each feeling their cause is just,
striving to grind the other to dust.
Kingdoms rise and then they fall,
tis time for new lords to stand tall.
With glittering swords raised to the sky,
your impending doom is drawing nigh.
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Love's Philosophy
by: Percy Bysshe Shelley |
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The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?
See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower could be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me? |
Yes, nothing to do with VU, but it's a poem, and it's a classic , so...
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Same here,nothing to do with VU but I wanna write!!Its an original from me last month while playing in the woods=]
Bitter Sweet
Just sitting here drinking my wine....
With a few ideas and to question the sign....
Theres a bitter smell coming from the inside....
Why is the sound so far and wide?....
My fingers are blistered and dry....
The tears taste like decay when I cry....
A thought just occured to me....
Why won't that c-ckroach just leave?....
Theres a vision of haze in my eye....
Oh sh-t! I forgot I'm just high....
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Fizban's Haiku Theater -
(In reference to PHI wall-takeover attempt)
Rejection stings much
Back home PHI merge sent packing
Quivering with fear
I'll think up more later when I get more subject material to work from. :-P
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Don't count your syllables until they hatch Fiz, better not to complete that until you make sure we are gone for good. :P
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| Dreadlord Valarion [LGC] (7/20/2007 11:23:16 PM) |  |  | A Poets loss a poets gain,
all our work now in vain.
A friend believed,
me greatly deceived.
So here it ends our last stand,
The dagger flown from the assassins hand.
One can only hope, that your new friend,
will be worth the one you lost in the end. | | You (7/21/2007 9:41:02 PM) | The Poet walks where walls are thin,
often they crumble from deep within.
When brute force shatters against a wall of men,
opportunity is sought wherever the Poet can.
Words of power shattered against bricks once strong,
still the Poet hoped the rebuild would not take that long.
A chance to slip by unnoticed into the realms unknown,
a new world where his true might would be shown.
Alas his short adventure ended in a miserable defeat,
from all sides his men endured a battle of firy heat.
Now regaining strenght after a flaming sorrow,
a Poets friend will be you...once again tomorrow... |
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Oh wolfy Drakos
A piece of advice to PHI
Don't lose momentum
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Visual Ode
Break away - from hate into fate,
Assemble the vigorous to fight in your name,
Exterminate Worlds from the unworthy hordes,
Take over your destiny as Lord of the Lords!
Mr.Twister, son of Mr.Poet :)
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This is my favorite song, best song ever! It's from the Bard's Tale, which was a pretty funny game, but not that good...
Beer, beer, beer, tiddly beer, beer, beer
A long time ago, way back in history
When all there was to drink was nothing but cups o'tea
Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mopps
And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops.
(Chorus) He might have been an admiral, a sultan, or a king
And to his praises we shall always sing
Ah, look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer
Our Lord bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented beer, beer, beer, tiddly beer, beer beer.
A bushel of hops, a barrel of mops, you stir it around with a stick
The sort of lubrication to make your engine tick
So come on all ye lucky lads, 11 o'clock she stops
5 short seconds, remember Charlie Mopps
One, two, three, four, five!
(Chorus)
The Admiral, the Connaught, the Hole in the Wall as well;
No matter what their name is, it's Charlie's beer they sell.
So come along, my lively lads, at eleven o'clock they stop:
For five short seconds, remember Charlie Mopps. (One... two... three, four, five)
(Chorus)
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Music, Music so sweet the sounds,
so hard the dagger sunders when it lands,
a quick capture of your grounds,
a quick transformation from lords,to hounds.
BoW the great, BoW the grand,
honor as solid as it sounds,
forever at a loss of land,
beware of their changing hand.
Zeon was, Zeon is,
still a force to be reckoned with,
a knock at the front a crash at the back,
caught out by their friendly surpise attack.
What to do when faced with the three,
pray heavyily upon your knees,
alno this will only serve to delay,
the impending danger of there foul play.
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Dark Lord Finwe
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7/15/2007 4:59:17 AM |
The name Finwe is an elven name from Tolkiens world so it isnt hard to guess :D | Lol I tried to translate that one. they dont have any elven language.
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The thought of death
The loss of breath
My precious sanity has long since left
Now I am in darkness
Looking for a way
To save my own life
Rather than be slayed
The pain inside me
Shall never cease
Over time
It will just increase
I only scream now
It will never go away
Never again
Will I see the sun's rays
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yes Valar...the good old times...where poetry was still written by the thoughts of a wounded man...by generals watching the slaughter from a distant...by rulers who added meaning to their written words...
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Wow, this is sad
writing poems for fun
Poetry is bad
in my opiniun(doesn't really rhyme but whatever)
i wrote some this week
for my lit class
i almost did shriek
but instead...i had gas
poems are boring
big wastes of time
i could be snoring
while listening to rhyme
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