Poetry Corner

Since you people insist on cluttering up a perfectly good chapter with poems, here is a place to put them all from now on.

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TheBoy's picture

Embodiment

There once was an author named Meilin
Who'd rather be writin' or nailin'
than keeping up on
poems of peons.
Thirteen's a'sinkin', keep bailin'.

viruslife's picture

Supplicant

:), cute.

MeiLin's picture

Most High

A particular user, TheBoy
Keeps on searching for rhymes to deploy
As long as Ms. Mei
Is left out of the fray
They'll be left here for all to enjoy

bah-dum.

I used to write doggerel for drinks back when I drank.

TheBoy's picture

Embodiment

Doggerel for drinks
at least nobody bought you
drinks for a dog-girl.

(That is to say, that none of your patrons would have implied it, because it's false...)

MeiLin's picture

Most High

I really shouldn't dare to think
That dog-girls ever got bought drinks
At every local Portland bar
Bitches must stay in the car.

Some dog-girls manage to sneak in
And get their glass of tonic and gin
There's not much anyone can do
When bitches switch four legs for two.

TheBoy's picture

Embodiment

NWA's Eazy-E:
"A bitch iz a bitch," all can see,
but once four legs are switched for two,
there's little a bouncer can do.

Nevertheless, many young men
neglect the beauty seen within,
and buy the drinks for those without,
drinks for dog-girls, without a doubt.

AlexMcG's picture

Piggy so gentle
Oh look here comes the farmer
Delicious sausage

TheBoy's picture

Embodiment

Turkey are standing
outside, as the rain comes down
almost Thanksgiving

TheBugKing's picture

Petitioner

There have been several documented cases of domesticated turkeys drowning in a heavy rain. Apparently they look up with their mouths open when the rain hits them in the head. They then drown. Most definitely on par with domesticated sheep drowning in an on coming surf.

Breeding programs are great. Let's breed stupidity into the line so that the animals are easier to control. Bah.

V's picture
TheBugKing's picture

Petitioner

The primary reference I use with this is an incident that occurred to my grandfather. He sold feed grain for a while and one farmer accused him of poisoning all of his turkeys. After an investigation it turned out that they had drowned. Since there were no bodies of water around it was determined that a thunder storm had occurred around when the turkeys had died. The logical conclusion is that the lot of the turkeys had drowned in the rain. There were no direct witnesses.

I have to agree that the turkeys are not necessarily stupid. Their survival techniques have been bread out of them. However with out a better way to determine intelligence I am going to stand by my opinion that they are stupid.

V's picture

Embodiment

Oh, I'll agree that the turkeys are stupid. I'll agree that their survival instincts have been largely bred out of them. But there's a chance that your grandfather was embellishing the story a bit, and perhaps putting himself in the first person, to have a little fun with you Smile

I get twitchy when people talk about "several documented cases" and such documentation is sparse or nonexistent, that's all.

I love animals, turkeys too--they're delicious.

TheBugKing's picture

Petitioner

I made sure to represent the story as it was presented to me to allow you to draw your own conclusions.

I have to agree that turkey is very tasty. Tryptophan is also a wonderful substance. I suffer horribly from insomnia and tryptophan actually works well for that.

I had the dubious distinction of raising some domestic turkeys when I was younger. My opinion of their relative intelligence is heavily shaded by that experience.

V's picture

Embodiment

I-m so happy

Or weren't you trying to join the ranks?

TheBugKing's picture

Petitioner

LOL

I tried but was disqualified on the grounds that I walked out of the surf when the tide came in. That club doesn't think I am worthy enough apparently. I still have dreams of being a member some day. Perhaps when the "bottle in front of me" is gone.

V's picture

Embodiment

May that day never come Biggrin

Jester's picture

Musings of a Former Mermaid:

the rush and roar of the sea
it gives me mind to remember
what i used to be

freedom

sestinas and shantys speak of my kin
always in mist and shadow, twinges of fear and mistrust

swimming, nay, soaring
the water sliding along my lithe body
belaying fears of what may lurk further down

but now there is only the crisp chill of the ocean air
and a dream of perfectly clear seawater
the dulcet ebb and flow of deep currents,
unknown to the barbaric conquerors of land

the sharp reflection of shadows on the sandy bottom
something only imaginary people can see
the merfolk alone play the hymns of the deep

come seek us where our voices sound,
we may give you the greatest gift

will you be missed?

my choice was hastily made
and now with the sisters of the air i wander
crawling inexorably towards immortality

Katie's picture
TheBoy's picture

Embodiment

Nerr and Neya Came
Twins in a templed pursuit
Temmin comes later.

Wink

NoodletwigMeow's picture

Devotee

I likey.

TheBoy's picture

Embodiment

Harsin, Ansella
King and Queen at ritual,
together again.

TheBoy's picture

Embodiment

there once was a poet uncouth
who, caught up in fervor of youth
posted a lot,
and now he's got
another bonus story in the booth...

i'm gonna have to go post a question sometime...

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