Author Topic: McMajik's poetry thread (Read 5118 times)

McMajik · « **on:** January 01, 2009, 05:37:39 pm »

Well, i decided, why not try writing some poetry?
Its partly inspired by iron maiden (as you can probably tell), but with my own randomness added in

The arm child

The small child had two arms,
Arms with which he could do things.
Not even the powers of the walrus
Could take his arms away!!!

But the child was a silly child,
The child thought he'd never die.
“Who in this place dares to challenge my arms!?”
He cried to an orange sky!

From across the land they came
And their bodies piled to the sky
As the child with the power of limbs
Beat them 'till they died

Many minutes later later, only one remained,
A man who had ten toes.
He defeated the foolish arm-child,
Who had arms no more!

But the child would not be denied
His arms by a man with toes!
So he hatched up a plot for his vengance
So the toed man would know no more!

He journeyed across all the land
Over deserts and mountains
'till the sacred place he did reach
And the power he sought was his!

“Oh, I hath lost mine arms”
To The Faces of power he cried!
And the faces saw not his treachery
Just a child who's arms had died

The Faces thought it suspicious,
That the child should leave so soon,
So they set out to track him,
As he journeyed back to his home.

As the child came back to his home
he found the toed man as king!
“What utter whooshery is this!?”
He thought and plotted again!

The battle was hard and long
Between the child and toed man.
But the child would not be denied!
And he stabbed the man in the eye.

The Faces thought what they saw
Was a mockery of the power of limbs!
So they cought and bound the child
With supplies from an old rubbish bin!

They took away his arms!
They cast them into hell!
They thought of his punishment
As the clock tower struck twelve!

As he watched them prepare a canon
He knew his time had come
“I shall live again!!!” He cried
As they fired him into the sun!

Critique if you want, but i was bored, and inspired by the first draft of the poem Alexandre is doing for me.

Baako · « **Reply #1 on:** January 01, 2009, 06:28:33 pm »

Heh I can definitely tell that this is Iron Maiden inspired

A curious insight into the crazy abyss that is your mind McMajik

McMajik · « **Reply #2 on:** January 01, 2009, 06:38:45 pm »

Quote from: Neifon Baako on January 01, 2009, 06:28:33 pm

A curious insight into the crazy abyss that is your mind McMajik

yeah...there's a lot of iron maiden in there...

sasuke2910 · « **Reply #3 on:** January 01, 2009, 06:40:07 pm »

sounds great i've never heard iron maidens songs so i can't comment on that part

Baako · « **Reply #4 on:** January 01, 2009, 06:45:09 pm »

I havn't heard many of their songs, but I have seen much of the artwork, this poem reflects much of that artwork

Kayle · « **Reply #5 on:** January 01, 2009, 09:59:09 pm »

Whooshery? I'm gonna have to remember that one, McMajik.

Alexandre · « **Reply #6 on:** January 02, 2009, 12:19:43 pm »

McMajik, you rock!

I don't know much Iron Maiden, but, regardless, this was awesome. Oddly random, but awesome.

As Kayle said, "Whooshery." That's all I have to say.

McMajik · « **Reply #7 on:** January 02, 2009, 12:39:28 pm »

Heh, thanks everyone!

*is thinking of attempting poetry more often*

Timberwuff · « **Reply #8 on:** January 02, 2009, 01:06:34 pm »

Hahahaha! That's an awesome poem! Especially for "being bored" while doing it. I mean, it even paints a powerful... yet strange image!

Kayle · « **Reply #9 on:** January 02, 2009, 04:07:22 pm »

"Whooshery." i still can't get over that. Whooshery. whooshery. whooshery. Sounds like what happens to all my journalism deadlines. I hope that isn't copyrighted, because I'm gonna use that sometime. whooshery. whooshery. WHOOshery. whooSHERY. Heh. this is too much fun...

McMajik · « **Reply #10 on:** January 02, 2009, 06:11:58 pm »

Quote from: Kayle on January 02, 2009, 04:07:22 pm

"Whooshery." i still can't get over that. Whooshery. whooshery. whooshery. Sounds like what happens to all my journalism deadlines. I hope that isn't copyrighted, because I'm gonna use that sometime. whooshery. whooshery. WHOOshery. whooSHERY. Heh. this is too much fun...

oh noes, i haz started a meme

McMajik · « **Reply #11 on:** January 02, 2009, 06:36:30 pm »

Well, i wrote another poem, but didn't want to start a new thread, so i changed the name of this one instead

Where does the cowbell ring?
Wonders the farmer of walrii
An orange mellon, a blue bannana
Wonders of the world, never to be seen

A ship of joy, a crazy train
Cargo of chocolate, CDs and bricks
It sails ahead, its masts invisible
Into the endless night

Once, there was a screwdriver
On the eighth tuesday of the month
A man and his spoon, a child and his shoe
Fall through the veil, leaving a pie in the window

The end of the beginning, the beggining of the end
But what could lie between
A cake, perhaps, or a new house
A bag in a box, or a box in a bag?

Paradise lost, or torture won.
who's to know?
swept from the past, or to the future,
In times endless flow.

Go on. Analyze it. Try to figure out what it means. I dare ya!

Kayle · « **Reply #12 on:** January 02, 2009, 06:51:54 pm »

Easy. It means that:

1. I am confused.
2. You might have a concussion.
3. My head hurts.
4. You... Need help...

P.S.- Whooshery.

McMajik · « **Reply #13 on:** January 02, 2009, 07:01:15 pm »

no...thats what the poem did, not what it means!

Kayle · « **Reply #14 on:** January 02, 2009, 08:13:46 pm »

Told you I was confused.

So the poem gave you a concussion? Awesome. Talk about the power of words...

Lone | Wolf · « **Reply #15 on:** January 03, 2009, 08:54:00 pm »

I guess it's talking about what goes on in your hat because it's do-lally bonkers!

McMajik · « **Reply #16 on:** January 05, 2009, 03:34:43 pm »

Here's one for kayle, since he's so fond of whooshery

The whooshery

The whooshery on the shore,
Blows the children away.
To some place thats not the shore,
To be the lunch of the egg plant.

The whooshery on the mountain,
Gives the sheep their power!
Such powerful power it is!
The power to rule the world!

The whooshery over the sea,
Births the squid and octopi!
Tentacles applenty, pens unneeded,
They write their fish free cook book.

The whooshery in the woods,
Makes the trees drop their branches!
Its crushes those who do not know,
Of the wonders of aisle two!

The whooshery is win,
lose and draw combined,
The whooshery destroys all in its path,
And feeds on the weak of mind.

I know, rushed, but i haz things that need doing

Kayle · « **Reply #17 on:** January 06, 2009, 11:05:37 am »

MWAHAHAHA! Three cheers for the power of WHOOSHERY! Whoosh! Ery! Whoosh! Ery! Whoosh! Ery!

Feathertail · « **Reply #18 on:** January 06, 2009, 10:29:51 pm »

I think my brain just imploded. Nice work. ^.^

I liked the first one best, since it made just enough sense to be able to follow it, and it rhymed in a lot of places.

Kayle · « **Reply #19 on:** January 08, 2009, 11:18:55 am »

Who cares if it rhymed? It had WHOOSHERY!

McMajik · « **Reply #20 on:** January 09, 2009, 04:34:53 pm »

Face, face, faces ahoy
a majikal zepplin, high in the sky
apples and oranges and reds and blues
A brick for me, a wall for you

Where is the floor, i can't find my eyes!
a bowl of soup, a chocolate pie
The cards of doom have no ace of spades
Lemmy stole it something something parade!

Mah bucket ist gone, i hath no bucket!
The fish shall fall from the sky
Sir, i appear to have grown a seven more legs
eighty six arms, and an assortment of tentacles

Ahm phonin mah lawyer!!!
he prosecutes for free
He sues all the doctors
and gives the bill to me!

yeah...feelin' random...

Feathertail · « **Reply #21 on:** January 09, 2009, 07:47:06 pm »

I honestly think this is the best poetry on the boards right now. ^.^

Dusty · « **Reply #22 on:** January 09, 2009, 08:03:44 pm »

Quote from: McMajik on January 09, 2009, 04:34:53 pm

Face, face, faces ahoy
a majikal zepplin, high in the sky
apples and oranges and reds and blues
A brick for me, a wall for you

Where is the floor, i can't find my eyes!
a bowl of soup, a chocolate pie
The cards of doom have no ace of spades
Lemmy stole it something something parade!

Mah bucket ist gone, i hath no bucket!
The fish shall fall from the sky
Sir, i appear to have grown a seven more legs
eighty six arms, and an assortment of tentacles

Ahm phonin mah lawyer!!!
he prosecutes for free
He sues all the doctors
and gives the bill to me!

yeah...feelin' random...

That's awesome

McMajik · « **Reply #23 on:** January 11, 2009, 08:56:26 am »

Quote from: Tachyon on January 09, 2009, 07:47:06 pm

I honestly think this is the best poetry on the boards right now. ^.^

Seriously!?

McMajik · « **Reply #24 on:** January 12, 2009, 07:20:00 pm »

I spent all day listening to iron maiden. Again.

About half way through i decided to make it more like lyrics and add a chorus

So, here it is, another iron maiden inspired epic!
I need a better name though

Possessed

As an darkened age rolls by,
And the end of days approaches
A devil-possesed child cries out
As he's lead away to the gallows

His cries pierce the night,
A shrill, hollow scream
Despair, doom, and impending disaster
fill the hearts of all who hear!

This child has no fear, this child has no soul!
He pleads to be heard out!
The child has no hope, the child has no soul!
He smiles as he burns the world away!!!

The bells ring out, the rope is pulled,
And an innocent life is sacrificed.
The rope is taught, its victim still,
'Till he's taken to his grave.

But the child knew not of the evils held with in,
The evils that brought him back,
The evils that used his anger,
The evils that twisted his mind.

This child has no fear, this child has no soul!
He laughs as he owns the night!
The child has no hope, the child has no soul!
He smiles as he burns the world away!!!

He broke free of deaths deep embrace!
His eyes turned black as the night!
NO longer a man, he has the wings of a demon,
And to the skies the demon-child took flight!

He rained death and destruction on all!
Blinded by anger, confused and alone!
The peasents stood no chance,
Against the powers of hell unleashed!

This child has no fear, this child has no soul!
He brings mortal men to their knees!
The child has no hope, the child has no soul!
He smiles as he burns the world away!!!

A firey blaze lights the night,
Castles crumble in the heat!
His anger cannot be sated,
He will set the sky alight!!!

But the people have one last chance,
To drive the demon away.
An ancient rite, an exorcism,
may yet restore the light of day!

This child has no fear, this child has no soul!
Noone can stop him now!
The child has no hope, the child has no soul!
He smiles as he burns the world away!!!

A grief stricken mother is used
to lure the child home,
where an ancient spell did bind him!
And sap from him the strength of the night!

Passages are hastily chanted,
And the child writhes in pain,
As the demon is cast from his body,
He may be himself again!

This child has no fear, this child has no soul!
His demons won't let him go free!
The child has no hope, the child has no soul!
He smiles as he burns the world away!!!

The mother watches in pain,
As the child returns to himself
The colour returns to his eyes
His face is slightly less white.

A widdowed horse tender
A single bolt
A misunderstanding now tears him away!
With a single, bloody jolt!

This child has no fear, this child has no soul!
Now he is free from this life!
The child has no hope, the child has no soul!
He smiles as his world is burnt away!!!

~fin~

EDIT: changed 1 line

EDIT 2: Credit goes to lawrence for giving me the idea for the child wanting revenge, which led to the poem in its current form.