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Sober

I stare at my bottle,

Voices braying in my ears,

Nails pounding into my eyes.

The liquid amber sings to me,

Soft songs of comfort,

Companionship,

Belonging,

Forgetfulness,

Silence.

I see you talking to me,

Your frightened orbs staring at my headlights,

But I cannot hear you above my din.

Voices vie for my attention,

Pushing you aside.

Liquid amber whispers to me,

A lover's gentle sigh.

I raise the bottle to my lips,

Taking deeply of its flowing promises,

Feeling its comforting warmth spread through me

As I sink into oblivion.

The world slowly disappears,

But you're already gone.

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Four a.m.

listless rain and empty bottles

crack the sky

we had a thing,

you and I

we-

screen flickers

in the wind,

I thought we-

mind's eye,

black and white

I dreamed colors

eyes never knew,

watched storms

you never felt

drops on my skin

as we-

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I wrote this before my wife and I met in person.

Falling Heart

The mind says no,

Listing all the reasons for naught.

But the heart does not listen.

Skipping merrily along,

Deaf to all entreaties.

Gaily running down familiar paths,

Well worn with age,

Laughing all the while.

“This time will be different!†it cries.

Yet I stand here,

Waiting for the fall.

I cringe as it does.

I pick it up,

Dust it off,

Wipe away its tears.

“Next time will be different,â€

It mummers.

I hope in my heart of hearts,

That it is true.

---

The Lovers' Guilt

She stood on the cold stone

Of her lover's tomb.

Tears stain darken fabric,

Echoes lost in the silence,

Never to be heard.

He knelt on the barren floor

Of his lover's bed.

Unwept tears struggling

To break the dam of his feelings.

Held back by longing.

Two souls reaching for another,

Faithfulness unrewarded,

Affections unreturned,

A secret shame shared,

But not acknowledged.

I long to tell them

The one they seek

Waits in the next room.

A shame revealed

Is a shame cleaned.

But they would not listen,

Each trapped in their guilt;

Never knowing it is a garment

Only of their choosing,

Best left discarded.

So I sit here everyday,

Watching their private

Dramas play their tune.

Longing for a change of melody

And that of cast.

Yet I am consigned here,

Doomed to watch this play

Unfold along its familiar path,

Barred from interfering,

‘Lest I change the tune.

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[waffle]


they don't make love songs for this,


this ain't how love goes


it goes back,
forth in quick

breaths,

beats

or slow-sweeping fall-rise

you want to die,
live for the first time

breathe the whole world in
feel it cold in your skin
ride the high hard
till you burst in the sky


those are the songs they play


and I don't know what the [bleep] to call what you're doing.
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This was based on a picture I saw awhile back.

Alone on a bench

Sitting alone on her park bench,

Bare foot lazily drawing circles

In the puddle at her feet.

Evening mists clinging to her dress

As an open book begs to be read,

Forgotten by brown eyes twinkling

Mischievously at me.

I tread the cobblestone path,

Brow covered in sweat,

Rain washing me away.

A delicate flick of her wrist,

A tiny shower of droplets

Sprayed from raven hair,

Beckon me closer.

A sly smile,

Tilt of her head,

Trace of her finger,

Compel me forth

In this hot August night,

The rain soon forgotten.

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An older piece. I hope you enjoy.

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Silent Harmony

She sits upon the cold stone

Over her lover’s grave.

Slender fingers caress

The delicate strings of her harp.

Dusky hair dancing in time

As ghostly hands pluck

Her notes drifting heavenward.

A silent melody

Strummed in remembrance

Of comfort flown away.

The moon wipes its tears

With cloths of softest grey,

As shadowy memory

Rests his head on her shoulder.

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Away

just around the corner

there is away

its shiver awaits

its forgotten embrace

desires

to touch itself

through its own

mirrored cold stay

hear its coming

its vibrant colored bite

its slippery taste

its shivering teeth

warmth its face

new again

it always wins

never truly seen

yet there it is

its amber

its frozen flame

it takes

into its place

fitting forms in its moment

enveloping the day

there is away

around the corner

giving

while it takes

always

just away

begging to stay

crisp its grasp

haunting its release

away as it came

around the corner

thrown

left

dropped

there it plays

afraid

placed

away

waiting hiding

somewhere someplace

shadows know

its other side is the sun

reaching across the wall

taking the turn

moving and leading away

you know where

its always over there

take a breath

a step

away

around the corner

walking by

unaware of the other sides

until unknowingly

it is right there

take a sliver

a frosty dream

an ending shiver

feeding a molten heart

beating

bleeding

melting freezing

living

dreaming

come away

come

around the corner

away

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This is actually a song, but here goes.

Verse:

When life hands us stones

We'll build bridges.

We'll cross every stream

Love throws in our way.

If you're alone

You know you've got me.

It's gonna be OK.

Chorus:

I'll fly with you

Into the starry sky

And I'll wipe away

The tears that you're crying.

I'll fly with you

To the moon, or to the stars.

And I'll take away

The pain that you're feeling.

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These are in spoilers due to length and/or subject matter. If dark is not your cup of tea, you might want to pass on the read. ;)

Hangman

I see it there

In black and white,

Vows written

By souls in flight.

Promises made

In the suns bright light,

Where do they go

In the dark of night?

Softly spoken words

In the warmth of spring,

Do they not resonate

In the coldness winter brings?

Hearts tried and

Tested true.

What is this

That makes them blue?

I woke this morning

Full of doubt,

Musing and wondering

What it’s all about.

Have I been

Set to sea,

To drift alone

in my misery?

Fleeing alone

With my hearts song,

I do not feel anymore

Where, once I was strong.

Gone are the carefree

Days of my youth,

Replaced by restrictions

Put forth from you.

Where do I stand

And do I fight?

Gone are my days

Of youthful might.

Fanciful dreams

Have faded from sight,

Replaced by nightmares

Complete with blight.

Please instill on me

Words of hope,

And quickly remove

The hangman’s rope!

Alone in the Dark

Sitting alone in the dark

My surroundings cold and stark

Tears flowing free

Do not comfort me

From the dark of my night

I see the sun shining bright

Will the warm beams

Thaw the ice within me

Just out of reach

Sits a sweet peach

Will my beautiful prize

Be my final demise

I try with all my might

To take to the skies in flight

Wings broken and bent

With them my hopes went

I retreat to my shell

It is my private hell

Why do my thoughts

Torment and rot

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Dark today? Here goes:

Broken Pieces

Fragments of my heart,

Scattered before me.

Weary pieces discarded,

Recovery a labor unrewarded.

The glue long dispersed,

Remnant of previous repairs.

The parts lesser than the whole

Broken by time – never to be released.

A soft voice whispering in my ears,

Showing me what once was.

Guiding my hands

As I pick up my pieces,

Once again creating my whole.

---

And those of yours were good, Lilith. :)

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Bit of a binge, please excuse the mess
 
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farce
 
 
So today I left the house
strolled down the even sidewalks
of my pleated neighborhood
to the novel coffeehouse
in the quaint shopping strip
to have a wholesome cup o' joe
 
and I smiled at the friendly strangers
and I took a long whiff of the hot, bitter mug
and it was just like all those grating commercials,
and had there been a camera rolling I could have sold hundreds of thousands
of units of feminine hygeine products or anti-depressants
or other embarassing items you only feel OK buying
after watching someone pretty on TV living a healthy, functional life
jogging on the beach at sunset or serving an immaculate dinner for a dozen guests
imply they are a happy customer
 
that's how they bait you,
but fyi,
it's a farce
 
I'm no less inclined to self-destruct to sleep tonight
than I was before I overpaid for the sludge and ambiance
and nerd pissing contest going on at the next table
 
* you both,
I've been playing since vanilla and it's always been a two-roll system
 
* me.
 
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retire
 
 
Energy grows more precious in proportion to passing years.
 
I want to cry on your chest and sleep till next December,
but then I can't believably take it like a man
when you say you don't love me.
 
Eventually, or maybe tomorrow,
I can retire.
 
==========
 
beast + beauty
 
 
I guess the real problem here is that I don't like you very much.
 
Once upon a time, the sheer force of yr will was awesome
to me, a fascinating whirl I could swirl and dissolve
in and never again would I need to separate back into my own
molecular structure
 
And you were good, really * good, like Peter Parker * good,
and I almost wished for your sake there was a God to reward
you for your strife, and I wanted you to have happiness
so bad I tried to steal it for you, broke into Fate's store
and ripped that bad boy right off the shelf for you,
and sprinted out the door for you
 
Nothing is free, and you're so * good, you even
signed your name on the debt, and you've paid ever since
You write the check each month, but the balance
never dwindles,
You've been swindled I guess,
and I'm sorry,
but that's worthless, I know.
And I'm grateful.
 
also worthless,
I know.
 
since then, I haven't loved you, and you haven't liked me very much
I have fangs, matted fur, six eyes, no ears, and you're sure
you've seen a tail, you keep looking to be sure and
I can feel you planning babies as I walk towards the kitchen.
I'm a cruel, expensive pet and your last shot at pickett fences.
I'm a thief, a steamroll, a deadbeat demon who writes
bad poetry and can't justify depression as well as this girl up north
you're still trying to * (fyi she wouldn't)
 
And it's clear to me now why you'd want me,
even though you never really liked me very much
I was the variable in ( me + you ), you were the constant
and the value of x didn't matter
as long as it didn't leave
 
and so long as I'm beholden,
I can't leave
 
and you make sure to remind me,
when I start to look too human
that it's a hard life out there for a monster like me
 
and I really don't like that very much.
 
==========
 
shallow
 
 
There's this guy nearby, precisely my type-
But then he shaved his head & ceased to exist.
 
==========
 
&
 
 
when the second hand slaps the six
 
the seven, the eight
and i can't stand the sound
of time's self-flagellation a minute more
 
i plan the path of my gaze
 
the tilt of my head &
 
what shapes my eyes will make when i finally look up
 
& you'll see who i really am
 
& you'll see how i really feel
 
& you will look the same
 
& it will be perfect
 
& right now, you sit across this table
 
& right now, you squirm awkwardly in that chair
 
& your jacket you won't take off
 
even though my face has made the air around us a million degrees
& i'm sure when i stand,
my chair will come with me
 
right now, you shift & shake to keep yourself warm
 
& right now you're planning the path of your gaze & the tilt of your head
& the shapes your eyes will make when you finally
 
look
 
up
 
& it will be perfect
 
& this is how i pass the torturous time
waiting for you to show up
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wistaria
 
a million stars hang like tiny blooms
from a field a' bit-past-midnight
galactic pollen dusts the dark matter between

splayed in the dunes
in the wet air below
the wind and waves stroke us to sleep

we dream, eyes open

petals fall
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I wrote this trying to make sense of a coworker who passed away at the age of 29. Its very random. 

 

I called it Requiem Aeternam Dona Eis
 
Another soul passes forth and blends with those that have gone before. 
 
For death is only a word. 
 
People revel in sadness and sorrow, seek with subconscious blame of deaths passive nature to chose one or another. 
 
They question why and how, where and when. 
So many questions leave you to focus on why there are so few answers. 
 
It becomes a game, a cycle, a jest? 
 
Its not death who strives to make its mark on life; it should be life who should learn to take the mark from death. 
 
Find peace with wondering souls. 
 
Find your passion and work towards it, its in that act in defiance of death do we see the mark of those who have gone before. Its their souls that latch on to each and every one of us, they give us their wisdom in ways unscene and light the path of places unknown. 
 
 
See that is why I can not offer sorrow to death. 
 
Through death, the seeds of strength are planted in the hearts and minds of those who remember them, guiding them to peruse their dreams. 
 
Its in this belief that conquers deaths sorrow and turns it to light.
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I had no idea there was a poetry thread! Cool beans. Here's some of mine, TES related:

 

Tale of the Snow Prince

By Bard Baldur Red-Snow

 

To understand just who I am, you must go back in time,
To a land in an age oh so long ago, an Island called Solstheim,
With axes and shields and hammers and swords,
They went to battle these elves and these nords,
To punish the elves for heinous and ancient crimes,

The nords had long fought back the elves to these shores,
Led by the prestigious Lord Ysgramor,
Off to the island the nords set their courses,
To finish the rest of the enemy forces,

In the finest steel, they were ready to fight,
But an elf like no other rode in in all white,
This magical warrior was a bane of man,
“The Snow Prince is here! Doom is at hand!â€

The air was so cold, but his magic was colder,
He was more like a Wight, and less like a soldier,
In front of this mer, few Nords could stand,
“The Snow Prince is here! Doom is at hand!â€

When the Snow Prince rode in, the elves would rejoice,
They shouted and cheered all them with one voice,
Why this was so, they could not understand,
“The Snow Prince is here! Doom is at hand!â€

The battle commenced, he slayed many with spear,
And magics so cold, his weapons caused fear,
An easy win was once the nord’s plan,
But “The Snow Prince is here! Doom is at hand!â€

The victory seemed to fall on the elves,
But he killed the mother of a girl that was twelve,
His doom came from youth, not woman or man,
“The Snow Prince has fallen! Doom is at hand!â€

At his back she threw, her weapon would soar,
Her grief gave her strength, the power of Shor,
The Prince’s blood poured, like water or sand,
“The Snow Prince has fallen! Doom is at hand!â€

The child had then proved to be born warrior,
This girl’s name was Finna, daughter of Jofrior,
They saw the Prince fall, the elves had all ran,
The Snow Prince has fallen! Doom is at hand!â€

The battle was over, finished by a throw,
The Nords laid to rest this worthy elf foe,
But remember this fact once all of you go,
The girls name was Finna. Her last name….Red-Snow!

That’s the end of my tale, and now you all see,
Just how I related this story to me,
No matter if it be on land or the sea,
We Red-Snows will fight until Tamriel’s free!

 

Tale of Herkel the Fool

By Bard Baldur Red-Snow

 

Listen to my tale, come and gather ‘round,

In the days of Ysgrim whose voice was weighted with power sounds….

He said to his thanes and to his war-wives,

"Those who walk with me who escaped with their lives,

 

Saarthal has fallen, its many halls wont show,

Who will remember her sights when buried under snow?

Its fountain of voices and tusk house will no longer be sung,

Who will there be to speak of the Jarl of Tongues?

 

It saddens me to think his name unknown to families,

Who will tell how he shot out the womb screaming profanities?â€

It was now that Herkel said he could save it in more than story,

He claimed to know a way to somehow save Saarthal’s glory,

 

He asked if it would be pleasing that if not for very long,

A Nord could say a prayer and see Saarthal in more than song,

Ysgrim knew Herkel a fool, it was no different in this occasion,

But sometimes Kyne would gift a man through what’s called inspiration,

 

So Ysgrim and his men turned their heads towards him to hear the fool speak,

To see Saarthal again? Their interest was peaked,

"Now Saarthal is destroyed, the elves made sure of that!

They did this horrible deed even despite the fact,

 

That I hurled shields like discs from my gut and killed their first rank, true,

And Ericsdotter with icicle curtain dance killed their second out of the blue,

And Broga Mountain farted, then killed their third and fourth next,

And Vjevaka rolled numbers on runes and killed their sixth as if hexed,â€

 

Herkel continued resiting deeds for all six hundred there,

He continued until it hurt to speak due to the cold air,

He finished by saying despite their deeds they couldn’t kill all their foes,

Yet when he stopped he realized now that all of his men had froze!

 

This is why you should listen to your elders when you are told,

That it is polite to interrupt when you feel that you are cold,

"Oh no, I’ve talked so long that they lay dead next to my feet!

They were obligated to listen through oath, now Saarthal’s destruction is complete!â€

 

What a fool he was to think himself a clever man,

Little did he know he aided Dagon in his plan,

He showed up saying, “Haha what a **** up you are Herkel Shield-Fed!

You talked so ******* long all of your comrades now lay dead!

 

You have done what legions of elves could not do to him,

You utterly destroyed the Host of Hoary King Ysgrim!â€

Herkel turned in fear and he began to beg and pray,

Then he said “Wait a minute, this is not your summoning day!â€

 

"Well no [censored], Herkel, the blood and fire is why I’ve risen,

I whispered into elf ears to war to escape Alduin’s prison!

It was not a hard task, the elves hated you anyway,

So now I’m off to destroy and enjoy the rest of my stay!â€

 

Herkel now broke off Olendrug, a frozen hammer on Ysgrim’s belt,

Then in anger struck Dagon on his head, which would soon be felt,

He knocked out the evil demon who once was King of leaps,

Then to the land of dreams he went as he was knocked to sleep,

 

He was not proud of his deed, for he knew he had not won,

He couldn’t kill this demon, and he knew he could not run,

If he woke up soon, he in anger could and surely would destroy nations,

But it was now that Kyne granted him the gift of inspiration,

 

He carried his men in twos back to the halls of great Saarthal,

And knocked Dagon back to sleep so longer could he stall,

Bringing his King and men took him three hundred something trips,

But if his plan would work, not a single man could he skip,

 

He’d make it seem like they were there still ready to fight,

Now he began the next step in his plan while Dagon was out like a light,

He got on his knees now and prayed to Alduin, dragon of time,

And told him of his foolish stupid heinous and terrible crime,

 

"Oh Alduin, please help but do not wake up because of me,

For when you do you consume all, and thats not what I want from thee!

I don’t want you to bring my King back, for that’s the domain of your brother,

And I don’t want you to set back time, tearing it asunder,â€

 

The fool continued to pray hoping for a lucky break,

And it was now that Dagon woke with a great headache,

"How is this that I have been shafted by Molag Bal?

Saarthal stands still in its glory? It’s not destroyed at all!

 

But I thought its halls did not stand and its Tusk house did fall,

And away did the Nords retreat slowly in a crawl.

I once remembered dead was Ysgrim and his warrior band,

Yet now they’re arranged for war and now do they still stand?

 

I’ve pierced the veil too early!†said Dagon as his pants he [censored],

"Even the laws of trickery won’t help if I do that!"

So now he did vanish back to his prison in the void,

And soon did Saarthal’s glory disappear to disaster avoid,

 

It was brought on by a prayer by Herkel now the clever,

But sadly the snows came to bury Saarthal forever,

He did not have comfort for his friends did not still stand,

So to High Hrothgar did he go, for he was a clever man.

 

This is why now if a Nord prays hard enough,

You can see Saarthal’s glory, no longer in the rough.

 

Nord With A Tail

by Baldur Red-Snow

 

There was a khajiit who liked to sneak and visit his neighbor’s daughters,

He’d sing out a ditty and suckle a [censored] but sadly they finally caught her,

With the khajiit, they weren’t discreet, cat sounds were heard through the rooma!

His eyes were a flared, caught in feral stare but that was due to all the skooma!

 

The pa kicked him out with a kick and a shout ,

the nord girl would cry and scream and then pout,

He went to the market and bought a lock for their doors.

Deep in the night the khajiit man came back once there was no longer sun,

 

He saw the new locks and his face gave a smile, as he’d finally have him some fun,

It was easy to manage, it gave him no challenge, to him the nord couldn’t be dumber,

He snuck up the stairs, raised was his neck hairs at the thought of playing with her tumblers!

He made his way in, his face gave a grin, in anticipation of the deed,

 

The girl was so willing, his exoticness thrilling and at once she did take his seed,

The pa slept away, to his great dismay,

When he heard the commotion he charged in to slay,

He grabbed his large axe and our poor khajiit met his end.

 

Sometime had went by since the cat had died, and now the man’s girl was now married,

To a proud nord man, whose name was Stan, a warrior whose foes found quite scary,

And after a while she grew fat with child and at once the pa was so happy,

He gave them both hugs with a smile on his mug, the whole scene was really quite sappy,

 

But once the child came, it wasn’t the same, something was terribly wrong,

He had sharp teeth and nails, its body was frail, and for a nord its tail was quite long, ha!

The pa’s face grew red, for his enemy was dead,

No longer could he face his wrath,

The daring khajiit had in the end got the last laugh!â€

 

Peryite and the Plague of the North

by Bard Baldur Red-Snow

 

There once was a wizard, who sat in his tower,

Surrounded by a blizzard, summoned from his power,

He ruled over these nords, who he daily made run and cower,

In fear they offered their women, for the evil mage to deflower,

 

He sat up in his magical home, screwing all of these maids,

Killing any who tried to save them with their nordic raids,

This wizard was a mer…unto their terrible shame,

Their lives were made miserable, but to him it was just a game,

 

One day the wizard came to town terrorizing once more,

Daring one to challenge him and be sent away to Shor,

None opened their mouths, for they all feared cold death’s door,

So instead they bowed their heads and offered him another whore,

 

This woman was so fair of skin, brown headed and breasts so fine,

A voice so sweet like honey, and she had the beauty of Kyne,

She was in love, in love!…her hand bound already in marriage,

But it mattered not to all around as they stuck her on his carriage,

Her husband would not stand for it, he challenged all who could hear,

"What kind of nords are you? Not true, not these men who bow in fear!

 

Is there not any who will stand with me? To save my love from the mage?â€

No man stepped forward to him, so off he went in rage.

The man grabbed his axe and shield, and to the tower he ran,

But before he reached the blizzard, he was interrupted by a man,

 

This man was old and sickly, his skin terribly diseased,

"Halt young warrior, I can help!" Said the man as his breath freezed,

"How can you help me? You are frail and weak."

"And to that wizard, so are you, his power has reached it’s peak,

 

Defeat you cannot hope for him if magic you do not wield,

But I can render his magic useless with this magic shield,

But this weapon comes with a price, you must do this for me,

Agree to spread my disease to others and your wife will be free!

 

I will give you the power…to spread bile in a shower,

Agree to this then save your miss, now off are you to that tower!â€

The warrior took the shield from him, agreed then off he went,

The blizzard had taken its tole on him and then his spirit bent,

 

He raised his bronze shield to block the snow and to his great surprise,

A ward burst from the front of he and shined before his eyes!

With this protection then did he make his way to the mage,

Armed with a mighty weapon, his town would dawn a new age,

 

With axe in hand as well, he made his way up the long stairs,

He burst down the long tower doors and raised the mage’s hair,

"Who stands there at my broken door? I offer no room and board,

Now stand aside, my word you abide, so I can sheathe my sword!â€

 

"Hands off and away from my woman! Look away from her chest!

I’ve come to take whats mine, for combat is what I know best!â€

"You pale skinned monkey, come to me so I can take your life!

Then I shall raise you from the dead so you can see me with your wife!â€

 

With that the mage summoned fire, in his hands it was magically tamed,

The heat spread through the room from him as he cast his mighty flame!

The wizard laughed in triumph as he figured he roasted the man,

But his mighty shield that he did wield left him alive where he did stand,

 

The wizard stood in disbelief as he saw he wasn’t defeated,

The nord summoned a ward and the mer could not come to believe it,

With axe in hand he charged, and blocked the flame once again,

The nord had reenacted the history of mer and men,

 

The mer lay dead and the wife was saved, “No longer a slave!â€, she said,
He saved his wife from violation, then screwed her on the mer’s bed,

The hero released the other girls and walked back to the village,

And in their joy the nords marched off to the lands to the east to pillage,

 

The old man came back and told him to keep the shield but he had to pay,

So now the warrior bellowed out bile with a shout when he went in the fray,

A powerful tongue this man was made and the devils he made diseased,

If they lived through the battle, they spread this sick home, and the old man was quite pleased,

 

The nord was known as the Plague of the North as his fame increased,

No man was mighty enough to beat him, no man no mer and no beast,

He would kill you now or perhaps later on, either way on your flesh crows would feast,

The old man’s brothers always said he was weak, tell that to the mer of the east!

 

Snow Whales of Skyrim

By Bard Baldur Red-Snow

 

"There once was an old tradition, in the land of men so pale,

The Nords used to go off hunting the great beasts called Snow Whales,

These creatures were here in Skyrim, since the return of man,

Procuring all that meat and blubber was the nord men’s plan,

The Snow Whales were so carefree, singing their magic tones,

Hopping round from cloud to cloud up in their cloudy throne!

Oh, but the men of the north had come up, climbing mountains so high,

With spears, ropes and much bravery to bring snow whales from the sky,

But the snow whales had a weapon that they casted from the clouds,

From blow holes they spat joy-snow that covered them like a shroud,

The Nord men became goofy, laughing so hard they held their sides,

They laughed so hard they lost their grip and fell down the mountainside!

This beget more laughing, and camaraderie from the men,

But when the joy-snow faded, their conviction was times ten!

Lining shields with wasabi, or making offensive jokes,

About each other’s sons or giving someone’s wife a poke!

With burning eyes they’d stay angry to make sure they prevail,

"Tonight our women get their paints and we feast on Snow Whale!"

But these measures all had failed them, from mountains they fell low,

For nothing matched the potency of the Snow Whale’s joy-snow,

The Snow Whales were so mighty, a fact they’d clearly shown,

The nords all said, “Lesson learned. Lets leave the whales alone!â€

 

The Word of Heimskr

by ColonelKillaBee

 

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I alone have been anointed to spread his holy word,

By the Nine to speak for Talos, Legion haven’t you heard?

He’s Talos the unerring, Talos the Unassailable,

How dare you step to me and tell me my god is unprayable?

He’s the one who started your Empire’s whole construction,

But the Thalmor got you writhing in the filth of your corruption!

With Numidium, he caused millions of mer fatalities,

Don’t hate because a man rose from the dung of immortality!

He was once man, aye! And as man he said,

“I won’t stop until you bow or ‘til all of you are dead!â€

“The name is Talos, let me show you the powerâ€

That’s why I preach his mighty word every minute and hour,

Just like their tower he’s gonna knock ‘em down and cause mer to splinter,

Cuz I’m born of the North where my breath is long winter!

I breathe now and reshape this land which is mine,

Cuz he is Talos, not the man, but Talos the Divine!

I still love you Red Legions, Aye love, love!

Even as you all betray me while I watch from above,

Each one of you held….the future of Tamriel,

But now you serve the elves because you’re under their spell,

And there it is friends, the whole ugly truth!

If you think that I’m lying, the treaty is the proof!

The true god of man, raised to the realm of spirit,

That’s why those elves are hatin and they don’t want to hear it,

The idea is inconceivable to our elf overlords,

Not only is a man a god, but that man is a Nord!

Nords were blessed with greatness from the day of our birth,

That’s why the elves can’t tolerate our presence on earth,

Will you let them take your businesses? Your children? Your lives?

The Stormcloaks surely will not! Not while Jarl Ulfric’s alive!

And the Empire does nothing to settle the score,

The Imperial machine makes you bend to the will of the Thalmor!

So Riiiise up, and join Stormcloaks, who are better,

So we, not the elves, will rule Skryrim…FOREVER!!!!!!!

 

 

Friendly reminder that if you do read any of these, don't comment here, comment here: http://tesalliance.org/forums/index.php?/topic/1663-poetry-chat-thread/page-4

 

Since the thread's been inactive, thought I'd give a friendly reminder.

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