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Lyken
Greenhorn
Joined: 16 Jan 2012
Location: mCrow
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Points: 55
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Posted: 15 May 2012 at 23:51 |
Turtie wrote:
I'll be entering quite soon -- and not to poopoo on anybody's creativity. . .but if you call it a 'series of haikus' perhaps they should BE haikus. . .
syllables ought be 5-7-5 right?
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Traditional Haiku is indeed of the 5-7-5 on (like syllables) form, but not all Haiku is. For the record though, I've been counting too! =P
Edited by Lyken - 15 May 2012 at 23:54
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geofrey
Postmaster General
Joined: 31 May 2011
Status: Offline
Points: 1013
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Posted: 16 May 2012 at 03:24 |
please read the wikipedia page on Haikus and return with enlightened wisdom.
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LordOfTheSwamp
Forum Warrior
Joined: 23 May 2011
Location: Swamp of Fyrgis
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Points: 481
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Posted: 16 May 2012 at 10:15 |
As an Orc, poetry does not come naturally. So, to enter this contest, I had to embark upon a creative process which could be describes as, well, tortuous, maybe even painful. The process, however, yielded a poem which is uniquely reflective of the creative process without becomingintrospective, and begs the post-structuralist question of "who is the author anyway?"
[Spreads feet apart and thrusts hips forward in dramatic ac-tor stylee, and begins to orate...]
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The once was a very big Orc Who was stabbing an Elf with a fork, Shouting “write a poem that rhymes Cos I don't have time, So do it, you wimp - ****ing talk!”
The Elf he replied as he cried, “Violence will only yield lies, But poems, true art, Can't be some warlord's tart To be won as a torturer's prize!”
The Orc, he would not be put off, Shouting “Cut the excuses you toff, You've been to pricey schools Been taught by posh fools, So write poems, or I'll pull your ***** off!”
But the Elf groaned as he expired, “My head swims, I'm feeling so tired. That spike in my rear Brings unconsciousness near. Do I now smell my own funeral pyre?”
The Orc he shouted with glee, “Well, that'll do it for me! Those lines there rhyme, Most of the time. Now, grilled Elven kebabs for my tea!”
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"A boy is building sandcastles on a beach. You go and kick down his castle. You could say that it only reflects how you play with sandcastles. Others may think it reflects who you are." - Ander.
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Gilthoniel
Forum Warrior
Joined: 11 Oct 2011
Location: Cuiviénen
Status: Offline
Points: 211
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Posted: 16 May 2012 at 12:44 |
The Pathfinder
A pathfinder arrives upon the sand The ways ahead are many Which way to take? Which road to tread? Which path fulfills your destiny?
King Sigurd rules Illyria Statues of his ancestors testify A quest you have to find them all To preserve his dynastic line
Much gold you may acquire by trade A guild is yours to build A master of merchants you may become Or a pauper who squandered and failed
Beware the path of the warrior Who lacks diplomacy veil For the overmighty may falter Where honeyed words prevail
A thief, A mage, A pirate king All these paths and more Await the pathfinder who stands alone On Illyra's mystic shore
Edited by Gilthoniel - 16 May 2012 at 12:45
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Albatross
Postmaster General
Joined: 11 May 2011
Status: Offline
Points: 1118
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Posted: 16 May 2012 at 13:17 |
On being a Scrib
I focus on my quill, which expresses my knowledge to parchment. It is safe, here, in my hand.
I focus on my parchment, upon which I write my valuable research. It is safe, here, on my desk.
I focus at my desk, which so sturdily supports my works. It is safe, here, in my chamber.
I focus in my chamber, which so comfortingly affords me privacy. It is safe, here, in The Tower.
I focus within The Tower, its bound stonework gives me security. It is safe, here, in the City.
I focus in my City, its walls under siege from trebuchet fire. It still feels safe, here, in Elgea.
I focus on the Trebuchet, its piercing red eye sending me discomfort. My walls, here, feel thin.
The eye grows bigger, a threatening heat. I no longer f
Edited by Albatross - 16 May 2012 at 15:49
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latoo
New Poster
Joined: 12 Mar 2012
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Points: 1
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Posted: 16 May 2012 at 13:52 |
i can hear your feather writing, i can feel your allembine search hope im not going crazy since is my screen that shows your franciscan face, better hope to be dreaming and join your quest
Latoo
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Turtie
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Joined: 25 Dec 2011
Location: United States
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Points: 43
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Posted: 16 May 2012 at 14:33 |
Haiku entry #1)
Illyriad found, Glorious races abound. Hail, all Elgea!
For the Glory of Æsir!
~TKM
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Auraya
Postmaster
Joined: 17 Nov 2011
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Points: 527
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Posted: 16 May 2012 at 14:43 |
I wrote this a while ago so people in nCrow will have already read it:
I am but a humble crow, Not the prettiest bird - I know. I lack in strength, my song is not sweet And yet a crow you're lucky to meet. We value intellect, our wings fly true, We uphold our values and respect other's view And while we may not be the best, We stand united in our nest.
~Auraya
Not the longest or deepest of poems but it's actually one of my personal favourites so I hope you enjoy :)
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H2oxy
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Joined: 09 Apr 2012
Location: New Delhi
Status: Offline
Points: 5
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Posted: 16 May 2012 at 20:29 |
heeeeee, lol Illy Illy Illy I bet it is silly Been playing and in intense pain My cavalry got lost n vain Who sent them in? Little commander Thin The jungle ate them all You dumbo, you definitely had to fall
Illy Illy Illy You bet it is silly Them changed the maps, them dug out walkie skeletors all around Glowing stones and all that crap My hard-earned gold went in to the trap Them skeletors ate my army all And then I had another fall Yeah, them gave me commander points I had pain in my joints Sitting whole day playing Illy Hunting them meatless morons My Gf started calling me Stupid Silly You bet i looked like one rilly Eye bags and what not! Ewww Illy! NOT AGAIN!
And then I got this alt God promise, it's not my fault Named him Crazy As i felt like one Ten cities! and i started with none...
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Auraya
Postmaster
Joined: 17 Nov 2011
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Points: 527
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Posted: 16 May 2012 at 23:05 |
LordOfTheSwamp wrote:
The once was a very big Orc Who was stabbing an Elf with a fork, Shouting “write a poem that rhymes Cos I don't have time, So do it, you wimp - ****ing talk!”
The Elf he replied as he cried, “Violence will only yield lies, But poems, true art, Can't be some warlord's tart To be won as a torturer's prize!”
The Orc, he would not be put off, Shouting “Cut the excuses you toff, You've been to pricey schools Been taught by posh fools, So write poems, or I'll pull your ***** off!”
But the Elf groaned as he expired, “My head swims, I'm feeling so tired. That spike in my rear Brings unconsciousness near. Do I now smell my own funeral pyre?”
The Orc he shouted with glee, “Well, that'll do it for me! Those lines there rhyme, Most of the time. Now, grilled Elven kebabs for my tea!” |
Can I put this on my profile? xD (With full credits, of course)
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