The Arena, A Poem Options

[Acadian]

Here is the one poem I have written. I wrote it a long time ago for my friend mALX:

Bobo the Bloodletter

Bobo draw sword.
Bobo see foe in yellow dress.
Bobo see bars come down.
Bobo kill foe.
Bobo happy.
Bobo get paid.
Bobo more happy.
Bobo lick blood from sword.
Bobo cut tongue.
Bobo get teased by Blademaster.
Bobo sad.
Bobo draw sword.

I think you can see why I have written no more poems.
Oh, and you needn't worry about a coming Bobo fanfic thread either.

[mALX]

Here is the one poem I have written. I wrote it a long time ago for my friend mALX:

Bobo the Bloodletter

Bobo draw sword.
Bobo see foe in yellow dress.
Bobo see bars come down.
Bobo kill foe.
Bobo happy.
Bobo get paid.
Bobo more happy.
Bobo lick blood from sword.
Bobo cut tongue.
Bobo get teased by Blademaster.
Bobo sad.
Bobo draw sword.

I think you can see why I have written no more poems.
Oh, and you needn't worry about a coming Bobo fanfic thread either.

SPEW !!!! BOBO IS BACK !!!!! BWAAAHAAA !!!! ROFL !!! I loved your Bobo stories !!!!

[Winter Wolf]

Wow, first the epic (as usual, of course) poem from our great Foxy and then a cool battle ballad from Acadian. Ha, ha !! Anything is possible at Chorrol.

mALX, half the reason I have been quiet later is that I am playing too much Beth. I have a new +5 build Dunmer that is doing the MG recommendation and I am also pushing my 21st level sniper character through the quests in FO3 that I never completed before. All DLC done except for MZ. Never did buy it.

I cant wait for Fallout Vegas. It will be awesome.
I shall keep an eye out for Acadian. I am sure he will be in the background somewhere!!

My poem -

A SAD DEMISE

The lightning cuts a jagged edge
across the leaden sky
A lonely man stands atop a ramp
waiting for his chance to die.

The wind buffets him against a pylon
and whips up his hair
The crowd roars behind him
a reminder that no one cares.

The world slowly spins
within the circus of his mind
A glazed eye now looks
at the world he has left behind.

But the honest man's feelings
are soon swept beneath the page
A sad hopeless tale
to be told be another sage.

And so he steps to the edge
to kiss goodbye the day
And like a true warrior
he faces whatever may.

[mALX]

WHEW !!! Winter Wolf, that was AWESOME !!!!!!

Oh, MZ is def worth it, it is one of my faves of the DLC - but the end battle is so hard I haven't been able to beat it yet. Some great new weaponry and armor in it too.

[Destri Melarg]

Foxy: Do us all a favor and start writing from the bottom of your head so that the rest of us don't feel so woefully inadequate!

Acadian: Bobo DEFINITELY needs a fan-fic!

Winter Wolf: We should all write with such vivid imagery, but I need a prozac just reading that!

[mALX]

Foxy: Do us all a favor and start writing from the bottom of your head so that the rest of us don't feel so woefully inadequate!

Acadian: Bobo DEFINITELY needs a fan-fic!

Winter Wolf: We should all write with such vivid imagery, but I need a prozac just reading that!

I almost had Acadian talked into a "Bobo" thread on the BGSF - For about a month he was doing little Bobo skits in comments and PM's - I don't think I've ever laughed so hard !!!

[ureniashtram]

Hey, got room for one more? First things first, this . . . poem is actually a part of a story I'm writing. So you can consider it a teaser some sort. (laughs nervously) ugh.

The Mourning Stars

"Torn wings and broken faith,
the embodiment of rebellion.
Fallen sons of Paradise,
And the deceivers of millions.

We were goaded by the One,
to incite a War that could never be won.
Brothers fought brothers,
and we ultimately fell,
to a burning version of utopia
called Hell.

Pride we had, vanity in mind.
But regret came, and terror followed.
Now cast down to the Void for eternity,
Into the mouth of fire, our self-pity
And self-hatred we wallowed.

Can you wake us up,
From our mistake, this nightmare?
Nay, forever entangled are we,
Forever ensnared.

Outcasts from Heaven, and useless in Hell.
We forever seek our Creator for mercy,
But only silence replied us,
In our prison cell.

Our leader, the One who inspired us,
Became our greatest traitor.
He is to blame, but so are we.
For who believed His lie,
but my fellows and me?

Although we struggle with hope,
To free ourselves from this chains,
We realized that we were doomed,
our sins clings to us like a stain.

Are we to be shackled for eternity's end?
Can our Father ever forgive us for
Our transgressions and restore us back to Heaven?
Or in this burning wasteland must spend,
Endless days and endless nights,
Tormenting ourselves without end?

Torn wings and broken faith,
the embodiment of rebellion.
We are the fallen sons of Paradise,
Mourning for our coming eons."

[mALX]

Hey, got room for one more? First things first, this . . . poem is actually a part of a story I'm writing. So you can consider it a teaser some sort. (laughs nervously) ugh.

The Mourning Stars

"Torn wings and broken faith,
the embodiment of rebellion.
Fallen sons of Paradise,
And the deceivers of millions.

We were goaded by the One,
to incite a War that could never be won.
Brothers fought brothers,
and we ultimately fell,
to a burning version of utopia
called Hell.

Pride we had, vanity in mind.
But regret came, and terror followed.
Now cast down to the Void for eternity,
Into the mouth of fire, our self-pity
And self-hatred we wallowed.

Can you wake us up,
From our mistake, this nightmare?
Nay, forever entangled are we,
Forever ensnared.

Outcasts from Heaven, and useless in Hell.
We forever seek our Creator for mercy,
But only silence replied us,
In our prison cell.

Our leader, the One who inspired us,
Became our greatest traitor.
He is to blame, but so are we.
For who believed His lie,
but my fellows and me?

Although we struggle with hope,
To free ourselves from this chains,
We realized that we were doomed,
our sins clings to us like a stain.

Are we to be shackled for eternity's end?
Can our Father ever forgive us for
Our transgressions and restore us back to Heaven?
Or in this burning wasteland must spend,
Endless days and endless nights,
Tormenting ourselves without end?

Torn wings and broken faith,
the embodiment of rebellion.
We are the fallen sons of Paradise,
Mourning for our coming eons."

This is AWESOME Ureniashtram !!!!! You've got a huge talent with words !!!!!!

[ureniashtram]

Thanks mALX! Having read 'Paradise Lost' I just felt that I should make a poem regarding the fallen ones. The way John Milton potrays the Morning Star as a charismatic being was just epic! 'Heaven out of Hell, and Hell out of Heaven' was the thing that hooked me to that guy. WOW!

Well, my poem itself isn't even close to 'good'. First time, actually. You can actually see mistakes on that. I won't edit it, though. So you can see my mistake! Learn from it! Laid bare before you! Naked in the eyes of criticism!

(groans) I really shouldn't take this poem thing so seriously. Next thing you know, I'll be mowing this entire forum down with a barrage of poems, coming from the minigun of my mind!

Ugh! lol

This post has been edited by ureniashtram: Oct 15 2010, 05:31 PM

[mALX]

Thanks mALX! Having read 'Paradise Lost' I just felt that I should make a poem regarding the fallen ones. The way John Milton potrays the Morning Star as a charismatic being was just epic! 'Heaven out of Hell, and Hell out of Heaven' was the thing that hooked me to that guy. WOW!

Well, my poem itself isn't even close to 'good'. First time, actually. You can actually see mistakes on that. I won't edit it, though. So you can see my mistake! Learn from it! Laid bare before you! Naked in the eyes of criticism!

(groans) I really shouldn't take this poem thing so seriously. Next thing you know, I'll be mowing this entire forum down with a barrage of poems, coming from the minigun of my mind!

Ugh! lol

Well I (for one) would love to read them !!!

This post has been edited by mALX: Oct 15 2010, 05:34 PM

[ureniashtram]

Oh, be careful what you wish for, dear Resident Kitty..

I could (with the help of coffee and sugar, not to mention some sneak peek at a certain poem) write down something dark.. something nasty... something violent... something pluffy.. oddly, something about socks...

AND I COULD GO ON AND ON AND OFF.

[mALX]

Oh, be careful what you wish for, dear Resident Kitty..

I could (with the help of coffee and sugar, not to mention some sneak peek at a certain poem) write down something dark.. something nasty... something violent... something pluffy.. oddly, something about socks...

AND I COULD GO ON AND ON AND OFF.

I'll read if you post!!!!

[ureniashtram]

Can a poem be a poem when it doesn't rhymes?


The Complicated Meaning of Love

(to me atleast)
---


Pain is Love,
Love is Pain.

Sometimes sweet as candied grapes,
sometimes dripping with poison so,
that Nightshade pales.
Sometimes weaken Emperors,
Sometimes empowers knaves.

Love's touch is bittersweet,
Comparable to a forbidden fruit.
Curiousity touched your heart, and you cannot-
Will not tear away at its visage.
So intoxicatingly beautiful and noble,
You do not realize how many fell,
from its darker natures, including the greatest mage.

Love's touch is bittersweet,
comparable to an appearance of a God.
Astounded and mesmerized,
Shocked and teary-eyed.
You consider love as a blessing,
from Heavens above.
But it is also Hell's mirror,
for what is more agonizing than Love lost?

Wishes that emanated from the beating organ,
You obeyed with no question.
You never falter, you did everything
it asked.
Until you realize that Love marred the lines,
Of conscience and morals.

Love is the most deadliest weapon of all,
a tool used by the greatest tease of all;
the Heart.
By love, many wars were waged, many were won.
Many were scarred and many were lost.
And yet, human nature is innocent,
Forever ignorant, and forever oblivious.
Once stinged by Love's arrow, never can you step back.
It can be compared, to a whirlwind
Of emotions, and Love is the Eye
of the Storm.

Love is Pain,
Pain is Love.

----

Whew!

[mALX]

Can a poem be a poem when it doesn't rhymes?


The Complicated Meaning of Love

(to me atleast)
---


Pain is Love,
Love is Pain.

Sometimes sweet as candied grapes,
sometimes dripping with poison so,
that Nightshade pales.
Sometimes weaken Emperors,
Sometimes empowers knaves.

Love's touch is bittersweet,
Comparable to a forbidden fruit.
Curiousity touched your heart, and you cannot-
Will not tear away at its visage.
So intoxicatingly beautiful and noble,
You do not realize how many fell,
from its darker natures, including the greatest mage.

Love's touch is bittersweet,
comparable to an appearance of a God.
Astounded and mesmerized,
Shocked and teary-eyed.
You consider love as a blessing,
from Heavens above.
But it is also Hell's mirror,
for what is more agonizing than Love lost?

Wishes that emanated from the beating organ,
You obeyed with no question.
You never falter, you did everything
it asked.
Until you realize that Love marred the lines,
Of conscience and morals.

Love is the most deadliest weapon of all,
a tool used by the greatest tease of all;
the Heart.
By love, many wars were waged, many were won.
Many were scarred and many were lost.
And yet, human nature is innocent,
Forever ignorant, and forever oblivious.
Once stinged by Love's arrow, never can you step back.
It can be compared, to a whirlwind
Of emotions, and Love is the Eye
of the Storm.

Love is Pain,
Pain is Love.

----

Whew!

This is absolutely AWESOME !!! I love this poem, and I do think it is poetry whether it rhymes or not. Deep!

[ureniashtram]

Thanks, yet again, mALX!

[mALX]

Thanks, yet again, mALX!

Thank you for posting !!!

That poem had so many moments of impact and truth, but this line stood out powerfully:

Love marred the lines,
Of conscience and morals.

[mALX]

*

The Warrior's Friend

The sword cut deeply, ran me through.
My thoughts flickered back to the man I once knew...
or thought I did. For at one time he was a giant amongst men,
at least in my mind he was back then.

Just once more before I fall
I'll look back on times that I recall...
days we called each other friend,
words I believed in way back then.

But there he stands, blade in his hand
Me...I'm frozen, can't hurt my friend.
But his sword cut deeply, ran me through
my last thought before falling...I was there for you.

*

This post has been edited by mALX: Jun 26 2011, 03:38 AM

[King Coin]

Holy crap mALX! These poems blew me away!

[Acadian]

Stunning, mALX!

What a poignant tale of trust betrayed.

Bobo cry. He remember dragons live forever; not so little girls.

[mALX]

@ King Coin - Thank you so much King Coin !! That made my day !!!

***
@ Acadian - Thank you so much Acadian !!! And Bobo !!! Now Bobo will have to write another poem, lol.


You two are both so appreciated !!