Tells the tale of a man who hit his dog and a wolf pack in the vicinities has witnessed the scene.
The sweat droplet runs down the grip,
On its face you point your grip,
Its eyes, blinded with red,
There's no time to fulfill the banishment
And yours dead, imminent,
As it's noticeable, the pet's exigent,
To assure you're his master,
He uses the test for the best,
Its alpha Male is under trial,
Separate the countless lies from what is real.
Facing the truth, however,
The wolf notices you're his owner, forever.
He forgives your hit at him,
Who doesn't do the same is its kind
Because all they use is their canine mind.
What, for them, does seem
- No actual fact is taken -
When the judgement is commenced,
And they reveal the truth:
It's either them, or you.
Frivolous Success
You've killed the Ender Dragon. Besides slaughtering a deity for no reason, what was the achievement can you brag about?
You may advance inside
You may fight the dweller
You may defeat the beast
You may achieve success
But in the end you will see
You've destroyed a plane's majesty
The achievement is now trifling
As a bat, whose tears are dripping
The world remains the same
You become prideful, how lame
Killing off the Ender Dragon
As the monsters you managed to frighten
Wither mob has been killed
Created to be destroyed
What kind of destiny is this?
You may create the monster
You may defeat the beast
You may achieve success
But in the end you will see
All of this was done for nothing
But to satisfy the blood thirst
A deity is created
Just to get its life tossed at the dirt
Porkchop Hunger
Poor pigs! This is a small story about a man who just gathers a bunch of pigs to make food out of them.
Marauder of the pigs
Sailing through the creeks
Docking on the meadows
Persuading with wheat
To eat the animal's meat
Watch 'im up going to his den,
Watch 'em walking inside the pigpen,
Because in the end they are just thinking meat
And soon enough they would be beat
To eat the animal's meat
Hunger bar is going down
The swines should be ready for their hell
And as his sword is risen
Before commenting, here's a reminder
He is the pig marauder
Tonight, Long Stick Goes Boom! ~This has been approved by the band Krokus.
Don't look at me with that face.
Tonight, I crafted a weapon.
Tonight, it has been created.
Tonight, I have a gift.
Tonight, I'll gift the others.
Tonight, there's a surprise.
Tonight, Creepers goes boom.
Tonight, I'll blow them up.
Tonight, you won't hear no hisses!
Because tonight long stick goes boom!
I've just downloaded this frightening mod,
And all creatures shall fear my wrath.
For tonight, nothing will ever survive.
Tonight, the weapon's ready.
In the dead of the night, zombies roams aimlessly, fearfully.
Though I have my resentments
It's not personal the destruction I'll make
It is for Minecraft's safety sake
For tonight, bad creatures are going sky-high
Let's go, buddy, cause it's the time!
Scorching Torch
Have you even stopped a second to remind yourself how important is the light? No? Fear not!
The deadly obscurity
Survivors are minority
Try to define the silhouette,
To be dead with
Your soul, lift
Aether, you hit
There is a way to get this problem solved
Massive murk will be dissolved
As you lit the carbon top
And the wood's flames dances in the rock
Ablaze torch, burning torch
The fire lights with light
Your life is saved darkness is dead
Spelunking now it's the time
Natural light inside the cavern
The reciprocal feeling you're inside a tavern
Listen to the blobbing lavas illuminating
And the flamboyant torches suffering the hazing
Though its head is still blazing
It's over the time of monsters and their gaming
When they spot the light they think: "Sweet Notch,
Look over there - it's a scorching torch!
Bone of Contention - Seeds
It's a vile act, why do you people do that? Besides meaningless destruction and imminent suffering, what is the exact fun of doing it?
As a scarcely closed sink,
In the insanity, you brink,
The liberty of wicked,
Bringing mischief - temporarily kicked.
After all, you have to see,
It's created with the blood and pain,
The painstaking work of what it came to be,
Just to one who acts as a damn.
But after all, what's the fun on all this?
As they will act in a vicious cycle, regarding solemnly their bis
The self ego satisfied
The brain with the hands has acted.
Whilst some destroy the job,
Whilst some summon the mob,
Whilst some kills the hope,
Whilst some act as if they use dope,
Whilst some torture mentally,
No artist will live happily,
Knowing that someday someone will permeate mischief
Or better saying - the goddamn grief.
I've grown a liking to this poem. I was really taken when you mentioned "canine mind" and how you rhymed it with kind. I like your opinion in the story, about them too. Which is also shown at the ending. So, great job, thumbs up.
I usually do create poetry/poem/music lyrics on my native language, although it is rare for me to translate them. The original poem was not using the terms 'pack', 'owner' or 'master'. However, in the translation they were used for the sack of rhyming. In the meantime between a role-play posts, I might create some more.
Well, at least I knew what it meant. If not, I'd either be weirded out or I'd be saying, "____ (brother), look at this poem called, "-snip-" and he'd look at me and shake his head. Or throw a pillow at me.
Nice collection of poems you got here. I especially liked "Frivolous Success."
Why thank you, kind one. May I state I've based today's update (06/13/13) on your avatar - I base my work on miscellaneous things, especially if they are briefly spotted on common poems.
Ordinary Canine Tale
Tells the tale of a man who hit his dog and a wolf pack in the vicinities has witnessed the scene.
On its face you point your grip,
Its eyes, blinded with red,
There's no time to fulfill the banishment
And yours dead, imminent,
As it's noticeable, the pet's exigent,
To assure you're his master,
He uses the test for the best,
Its alpha Male is under trial,
Separate the countless lies from what is real.
Facing the truth, however,
The wolf notices you're his owner, forever.
He forgives your hit at him,
Who doesn't do the same is its kind
Because all they use is their canine mind.
What, for them, does seem
- No actual fact is taken -
When the judgement is commenced,
And they reveal the truth:
It's either them, or you.
Frivolous Success
You've killed the Ender Dragon. Besides slaughtering a deity for no reason, what was the achievement can you brag about?
You may fight the dweller
You may defeat the beast
You may achieve success
But in the end you will see
You've destroyed a plane's majesty
The achievement is now trifling
As a bat, whose tears are dripping
The world remains the same
You become prideful, how lame
Killing off the Ender Dragon
As the monsters you managed to frighten
Wither mob has been killed
Created to be destroyed
What kind of destiny is this?
You may create the monster
You may defeat the beast
You may achieve success
But in the end you will see
All of this was done for nothing
But to satisfy the blood thirst
A deity is created
Just to get its life tossed at the dirt
Porkchop Hunger
Poor pigs! This is a small story about a man who just gathers a bunch of pigs to make food out of them.
Sailing through the creeks
Docking on the meadows
Persuading with wheat
To eat the animal's meat
Watch 'im up going to his den,
Watch 'em walking inside the pigpen,
Because in the end they are just thinking meat
And soon enough they would be beat
To eat the animal's meat
Hunger bar is going down
The swines should be ready for their hell
And as his sword is risen
Before commenting, here's a reminder
He is the pig marauder
Tonight, Long Stick Goes Boom! ~This has been approved by the band Krokus.
Don't look at me with that face.
Tonight, it has been created.
Tonight, I have a gift.
Tonight, I'll gift the others.
Tonight, there's a surprise.
Tonight, Creepers goes boom.
Tonight, I'll blow them up.
Tonight, you won't hear no hisses!
Because tonight long stick goes boom!
I've just downloaded this frightening mod,
And all creatures shall fear my wrath.
For tonight, nothing will ever survive.
Tonight, the weapon's ready.
In the dead of the night, zombies roams aimlessly, fearfully.
Though I have my resentments
It's not personal the destruction I'll make
It is for Minecraft's safety sake
For tonight, bad creatures are going sky-high
Let's go, buddy, cause it's the time!
Scorching Torch
Have you even stopped a second to remind yourself how important is the light? No? Fear not!
Survivors are minority
Try to define the silhouette,
To be dead with
Your soul, lift
Aether, you hit
There is a way to get this problem solved
Massive murk will be dissolved
As you lit the carbon top
And the wood's flames dances in the rock
Ablaze torch, burning torch
The fire lights with light
Your life is saved darkness is dead
Spelunking now it's the time
Natural light inside the cavern
The reciprocal feeling you're inside a tavern
Listen to the blobbing lavas illuminating
And the flamboyant torches suffering the hazing
Though its head is still blazing
It's over the time of monsters and their gaming
When they spot the light they think: "Sweet Notch,
Look over there - it's a scorching torch!
Bone of Contention - Seeds
It's a vile act, why do you people do that? Besides meaningless destruction and imminent suffering, what is the exact fun of doing it?
In the insanity, you brink,
The liberty of wicked,
Bringing mischief - temporarily kicked.
After all, you have to see,
It's created with the blood and pain,
The painstaking work of what it came to be,
Just to one who acts as a damn.
But after all, what's the fun on all this?
As they will act in a vicious cycle, regarding solemnly their bis
The self ego satisfied
The brain with the hands has acted.
Whilst some destroy the job,
Whilst some summon the mob,
Whilst some kills the hope,
Whilst some act as if they use dope,
Whilst some torture mentally,
No artist will live happily,
Knowing that someday someone will permeate mischief
Or better saying - the goddamn grief.
I usually do create poetry/poem/music lyrics on my native language, although it is rare for me to translate them. The original poem was not using the terms 'pack', 'owner' or 'master'. However, in the translation they were used for the sack of rhyming. In the meantime between a role-play posts, I might create some more.
Very true.
Hence the name.
Hum, yeah.
That's it.
Yup.
...
"Tonight, Long Stick goes boom"
to me is confusing and Makes little sense.
also a bit of grammar mistakes.
It's a reference to Krokus's song which has the same title.
I'll leave it up to you define what it is.
It can be anything, really.
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Curse PremiumWhy thank you, kind one. May I state I've based today's update (06/13/13) on your avatar - I base my work on miscellaneous things, especially if they are briefly spotted on common poems.