From: sirduel@aol.com (Sir Duel)
Date: 12 Nov 1998 15:53:17 EST
Charlie's Day
Frost upon the window
Is layed with each breath,
Thousands of little men,
On a mission to stop Charlie
From going outside to play,
"Mommy Mommy"
What is it dear?
No, not today
Hundreds of little Jiggernauts,
Rustic in their hue,
Are swept along in the breeze,
That shuts the door on you
No not today my son,
There are plenty of other things to do
More men are falling,
From the overcast sky,
Each one the same but different,
Like you and I
Patiently you have sat,
all through the year,
But again, Charlie my boy,
You must stay here
A long sigh progresses,
The old man is soft
"Papa Papa"
No if's ands, or buts, I say
This is your lucky day
You get to go outside today
---And play?
And shovel the hay.
-Coron de Copacheta
Sir Coron de Copacheta
Poet of the Writer's Guild
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Write a Poem.
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From: sirduel@aol.com (Sir Duel)
Date: 12 Nov 1998 16:00:47 EST
Rain is like a tiny cat,
Slender, sleak and gray
It sneaks about, around your house
but then it ebbs away
Inside is dry,
It stayed outside, before it found
A faulty crack,
Above it wept,
Making all wet,
Leaving its greasy track.
-Coron de Copacheta, obsessed with the weather.
Date: 12 Nov 1998 16:00:47 EST
Rain is like a tiny cat,
Slender, sleak and gray
It sneaks about, around your house
but then it ebbs away
Inside is dry,
It stayed outside, before it found
A faulty crack,
Above it wept,
Making all wet,
Leaving its greasy track.
-Coron de Copacheta, obsessed with the weather.
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From: sirduel@aol.com (Sir Duel)
Date: 12 Nov 1998 16:06:57 EST
Here I preach,
A change of heart,
For the windman has visited today,
Like a rogue on the run, it came today
Destruction-All for fun
For the windman has visited today.
It danced with,
The many leaves,
Of which they can nae deny its grace
He is so fleeting,
It is he I wish to be meeting,
The foolish man's sitting
Awaiting his coming,
Not knowing the windman is never
Leaving.
-Coron de Copacheta-So what if it's bad?
Date: 12 Nov 1998 16:06:57 EST
Here I preach,
A change of heart,
For the windman has visited today,
Like a rogue on the run, it came today
Destruction-All for fun
For the windman has visited today.
It danced with,
The many leaves,
Of which they can nae deny its grace
He is so fleeting,
It is he I wish to be meeting,
The foolish man's sitting
Awaiting his coming,
Not knowing the windman is never
Leaving.
-Coron de Copacheta-So what if it's bad?
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From: sirduel@aol.com (Sir Duel)
Date: 12 Nov 1998 16:18:55 EST
A Child's Imagination
Somebody came pounding,
Upon my creaky door,
Someone came scratching
So sure, so sure
Lay I in my bed,
The sound of mortal terror
Rising in my heart beat,
IT is growing nearer
I shook off this, would it be justice,
To call it, nibbling, enclosing,
Splicing-Trepedation?
I harkened, I opened
My head breaching the door,
Praying with all my soul, but alas?
To the right, to the left,-
Nothing to pray for?
Nothing a-stiring,
In the damp cool eve,
But a tiny gray mouse,
I listened in awe,
From the forest it came,
The hoot-owl's call
All was silent, within the moment,
Now I stand, the dew ladden breeze,
Sending chills up my spine-A mockery, Indeed!
So no one came knocking?
At all, not at all?
Coron de Copacheta
Date: 12 Nov 1998 16:18:55 EST
A Child's Imagination
Somebody came pounding,
Upon my creaky door,
Someone came scratching
So sure, so sure
Lay I in my bed,
The sound of mortal terror
Rising in my heart beat,
IT is growing nearer
I shook off this, would it be justice,
To call it, nibbling, enclosing,
Splicing-Trepedation?
I harkened, I opened
My head breaching the door,
Praying with all my soul, but alas?
To the right, to the left,-
Nothing to pray for?
Nothing a-stiring,
In the damp cool eve,
But a tiny gray mouse,
I listened in awe,
From the forest it came,
The hoot-owl's call
All was silent, within the moment,
Now I stand, the dew ladden breeze,
Sending chills up my spine-A mockery, Indeed!
So no one came knocking?
At all, not at all?
Coron de Copacheta
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From: sirduel@aol.com (Sir Duel)
Date: 12 Nov 1998 16:34:49 EST
Helo theire yungg lad!
My name is Johny Roaming Quill
How sad, how sad,
I lay down to rest,
In the sumer-tides breese,
To lay down my sole
Upoun a pertchmant
The kritics sniger,
The peple frouwn,
As I rite a bout the wourld,
That goues round and roaund
Walter de la Mare,
Robert Frost,
Penned into histori,
That, to me,
The greatest victori!
No fans, no folowwers,
Just pure from the hert,
Are the pouemes I riht,
Yes, it's a metafor, rhyming
And phrasing
Not in any order,
I can not spel
Whats it to you?
My Grammar is badd,
I youse the same werd twise,
I break motive,
right where it started,
if youe dont geet mee,
here is a clue, here is
A metafor, four you!
No nead too decifar,
That wood knot bee wright
Johny Roaming Quill Simbols,
Just write!
Sir Coron de Copacheta
Poet of the Writer's Guild
Wandering Healer Shaman
Date: 12 Nov 1998 16:34:49 EST
Helo theire yungg lad!
My name is Johny Roaming Quill
How sad, how sad,
I lay down to rest,
In the sumer-tides breese,
To lay down my sole
Upoun a pertchmant
The kritics sniger,
The peple frouwn,
As I rite a bout the wourld,
That goues round and roaund
Walter de la Mare,
Robert Frost,
Penned into histori,
That, to me,
The greatest victori!
No fans, no folowwers,
Just pure from the hert,
Are the pouemes I riht,
Yes, it's a metafor, rhyming
And phrasing
Not in any order,
I can not spel
Whats it to you?
My Grammar is badd,
I youse the same werd twise,
I break motive,
right where it started,
if youe dont geet mee,
here is a clue, here is
A metafor, four you!
No nead too decifar,
That wood knot bee wright
Johny Roaming Quill Simbols,
Just write!
Sir Coron de Copacheta
Poet of the Writer's Guild
Wandering Healer Shaman
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From: agrenish@aol.com (Agrenish)
Date: 12 Nov 1998 19:22:27 EST
The Failed Ward And The Dead Guy Next
The ward of Gonder did fail
To fulfuill it's task upon this rail
It was said 'let none die here within these walls'
Yet Anon was slain gloriously inside this dueling hall
And laugh it made me
And made my belly rumble with fun
For all of Anon's squiels and moans
Are finally foreverly done
And feast I did
And drank I've done
And one maggot is gone
And Lupton has won
Stupidity blinded two and killed one
How much more do you need for one days fun?
Only Twenty two left...
BY:
Agrenish Preescott
~It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at him~
Date: 12 Nov 1998 19:22:27 EST
The Failed Ward And The Dead Guy Next
The ward of Gonder did fail
To fulfuill it's task upon this rail
It was said 'let none die here within these walls'
Yet Anon was slain gloriously inside this dueling hall
And laugh it made me
And made my belly rumble with fun
For all of Anon's squiels and moans
Are finally foreverly done
And feast I did
And drank I've done
And one maggot is gone
And Lupton has won
Stupidity blinded two and killed one
How much more do you need for one days fun?
Only Twenty two left...
BY:
Agrenish Preescott
~It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at him~
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From: sirduel@aol.com (Sir Duel)
Date: 12 Nov 1998 20:04:59 EST
Not even such eloquent items of our world such as poetry is free from this disgusting filth..why do you choose to lay quill to partchment with such utter garbage and dare to call it writing? I asked for poetry, not a chance for people to mock human life.
Disgusted,
Coron de Copacheta
Date: 12 Nov 1998 20:04:59 EST
Not even such eloquent items of our world such as poetry is free from this disgusting filth..why do you choose to lay quill to partchment with such utter garbage and dare to call it writing? I asked for poetry, not a chance for people to mock human life.
Disgusted,
Coron de Copacheta
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From: painisland@aol.com (PainIsland)
Date: 12 Nov 1998 20:22:04 EST
"Just Another Pirates Day"
We are the pirates of the Siege of Pain
Plundering vessels for the money to gain
Never too tired to steal some more
We will take everything until you're poor
Sailing on the waters of Burginton
Stealing all the treasure and now we're done
Ale to drink and swords do we play
This is just another Pirates day
And so, Yo Ho!
Bringing the men to the shores of the land
These villages have money and ale so grand
Ale to drink and whiskey so more
None of pirates will sail too poor
Man of war came a'sailing yesterday
Sunk it to the ocean to begin our play
Stole their ladys and killed off the men
Just another day at the pirates den
We will sink your boat to the bottem of the sea
Throwing the men off our ship for glee
No gold too little and not a bit less
Now we'll leave behind your sinking mess
And so... YO HO!
~K'yorl Jarlaxel~
Captain of the "Siege of Pain"
"Once We Catch Them, We Own Them"
Date: 12 Nov 1998 20:22:04 EST
"Just Another Pirates Day"
We are the pirates of the Siege of Pain
Plundering vessels for the money to gain
Never too tired to steal some more
We will take everything until you're poor
Sailing on the waters of Burginton
Stealing all the treasure and now we're done
Ale to drink and swords do we play
This is just another Pirates day
And so, Yo Ho!
Bringing the men to the shores of the land
These villages have money and ale so grand
Ale to drink and whiskey so more
None of pirates will sail too poor
Man of war came a'sailing yesterday
Sunk it to the ocean to begin our play
Stole their ladys and killed off the men
Just another day at the pirates den
We will sink your boat to the bottem of the sea
Throwing the men off our ship for glee
No gold too little and not a bit less
Now we'll leave behind your sinking mess
And so... YO HO!
~K'yorl Jarlaxel~
Captain of the "Siege of Pain"
"Once We Catch Them, We Own Them"
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From: agrenish@aol.com (Agrenish)
Date: 12 Nov 1998 21:58:21 EST
This was inspired out of the salutation Coron gave me in our converse the other day, which was today. So here it is, raw.
______________________________
I worship Satan
Blessed of the lords
With his mighty power
Now I never get board
I have flames of power
Grotesque and ravenish
I'm a severvant of Satan
My Name Is Agrenish!
Goats upon my alters
Black laces stimmulant lighting
And when my name is spoken
I can hear the all the lightning
Came to a place called Rhy-Din
To ride the blackened nights of blaspamy
I met a man named Coron
And I shall devour his soul perpetualy
Mutilation by knives
The bullet secures
Consume to relax
In the slaughterhouse
Personallities symbolize
Social Insanity
Demons in disgression
Ruled by morbid thoughts
Sleep usher dreams
Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether
Mistress of the dark
I now know what thou art
Screams haunt thy sleep
Dragged from nightmares wed together
For hours I scoured on the surrounding grounds,
In vain that we might meet
When storm clouds broke, ashen, fatigued
I sought refuge in a cemetery
And I have sought these days without a blemish
For I am the Satan worspier named Agrenish!
By:
Agrenish Preescott
~It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at him~
Date: 12 Nov 1998 21:58:21 EST
This was inspired out of the salutation Coron gave me in our converse the other day, which was today. So here it is, raw.
______________________________
I worship Satan
Blessed of the lords
With his mighty power
Now I never get board
I have flames of power
Grotesque and ravenish
I'm a severvant of Satan
My Name Is Agrenish!
Goats upon my alters
Black laces stimmulant lighting
And when my name is spoken
I can hear the all the lightning
Came to a place called Rhy-Din
To ride the blackened nights of blaspamy
I met a man named Coron
And I shall devour his soul perpetualy
Mutilation by knives
The bullet secures
Consume to relax
In the slaughterhouse
Personallities symbolize
Social Insanity
Demons in disgression
Ruled by morbid thoughts
Sleep usher dreams
Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether
Mistress of the dark
I now know what thou art
Screams haunt thy sleep
Dragged from nightmares wed together
For hours I scoured on the surrounding grounds,
In vain that we might meet
When storm clouds broke, ashen, fatigued
I sought refuge in a cemetery
And I have sought these days without a blemish
For I am the Satan worspier named Agrenish!
By:
Agrenish Preescott
~It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at him~
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From: mrnothk0r@aol.com (Mrnoth K0r)
Date: 12 Nov 1998 23:25:27 EST
::reads the previous post and lowers his head::
Agrenish, we do not need your waste of paper here. I, like many, have this thins called morals. I see you do not, but that doesn't mean you should display this fact to us all.
::signs the note and tacks it on::
M®nøtH KÖR
o=={>>>>>> <<<<<<}==o
Mêr©ïnÅr¥ fôr hïrê
<<<<<<}==o o=={>>>>>>
Swordsman of DoS
"Every where I be
They try to judge me
They try to shake me
They try to buzz me
But they can't break me"
Date: 12 Nov 1998 23:25:27 EST
::reads the previous post and lowers his head::
Agrenish, we do not need your waste of paper here. I, like many, have this thins called morals. I see you do not, but that doesn't mean you should display this fact to us all.
::signs the note and tacks it on::
M®nøtH KÖR
o=={>>>>>> <<<<<<}==o
Mêr©ïnÅr¥ fôr hïrê
<<<<<<}==o o=={>>>>>>
Swordsman of DoS
"Every where I be
They try to judge me
They try to shake me
They try to buzz me
But they can't break me"
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From: agrenish@aol.com (Agrenish)
Date: 13 Nov 1998 00:19:26 EST
If you had any clue what you were talking about, you would sound intelligent.
Agrenish Preescott
~It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at him~
Date: 13 Nov 1998 00:19:26 EST
If you had any clue what you were talking about, you would sound intelligent.
Agrenish Preescott
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From: kenman9696@aol.com (Kenman9696)
Date: 13 Nov 1998 10:44:23 EST
Ok, ok, I have a few, but I won't bore you by posting them all at once.....
Also, Agrenish, you write some pretty wicked words, I admire your skills with verse.
This one is an original, i don't title my poems.....actually this one is the lyrics to a song i wrote.
Acidic salvation
The pain is
A small price to pay to cleanse this filth that we lay in
This bed of lies
No compromise
The death knell of the conscious
Foreshadows the incoming plague
It ravages, Abhorates
Stalls the mind's processes
Reverts through pure hate.
Dealer, of Justice
Demiser, of Destiny
To escape your sins
You cannot run
Withered, faceless
Sort through
The mangled remains of the nuclear age
Endless winter
Devistation frozen
Preserved in time
Until the new dawn
Godless trophy
This bottomless cup has finally run dry
Mankind...
HAs not felt the fruits
Pleasure was all for the horrid machines
Chemists, wargods
Brought down
The final retribution on mankind
Damaged earth
Victim of poison and slash and burn
It takes revenge
The last day of fear will soon be here
Vile rain of fire will take us all
Polutted skies have started to fall
Millenia climax
Doomsday complex
Look in your eyes
You all want to die.
Date: 13 Nov 1998 10:44:23 EST
Ok, ok, I have a few, but I won't bore you by posting them all at once.....
Also, Agrenish, you write some pretty wicked words, I admire your skills with verse.
This one is an original, i don't title my poems.....actually this one is the lyrics to a song i wrote.
Acidic salvation
The pain is
A small price to pay to cleanse this filth that we lay in
This bed of lies
No compromise
The death knell of the conscious
Foreshadows the incoming plague
It ravages, Abhorates
Stalls the mind's processes
Reverts through pure hate.
Dealer, of Justice
Demiser, of Destiny
To escape your sins
You cannot run
Withered, faceless
Sort through
The mangled remains of the nuclear age
Endless winter
Devistation frozen
Preserved in time
Until the new dawn
Godless trophy
This bottomless cup has finally run dry
Mankind...
HAs not felt the fruits
Pleasure was all for the horrid machines
Chemists, wargods
Brought down
The final retribution on mankind
Damaged earth
Victim of poison and slash and burn
It takes revenge
The last day of fear will soon be here
Vile rain of fire will take us all
Polutted skies have started to fall
Millenia climax
Doomsday complex
Look in your eyes
You all want to die.
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From: kenman9696@aol.com (Kenman9696)
Date: 13 Nov 1998 10:51:18 EST
::after SIGNING HIS NAME at the bottom of the last one, he writes another down::
Look inside my dreams.
There is where you will find my heart.
Because all I dream about is you.
That is where I know you.
That is where I love you.
It is a feeling that I will never know.
I've never touched you.
I've never kissed you.
Not even in my dreams.
You are too good for me.
I know you.
I love you.
But only in my dreams.
I want nothing more than to be with you.
I guess it will never be so.
Your beautiful eyes.
The only place I want to see myself.
Your touch.
The only touch I want to know.
Your smile.
I only want to make you happy.
That is why I walk away.
I'm not good enough for you.
Not even in my dreams.
-ken
Date: 13 Nov 1998 10:51:18 EST
::after SIGNING HIS NAME at the bottom of the last one, he writes another down::
Look inside my dreams.
There is where you will find my heart.
Because all I dream about is you.
That is where I know you.
That is where I love you.
It is a feeling that I will never know.
I've never touched you.
I've never kissed you.
Not even in my dreams.
You are too good for me.
I know you.
I love you.
But only in my dreams.
I want nothing more than to be with you.
I guess it will never be so.
Your beautiful eyes.
The only place I want to see myself.
Your touch.
The only touch I want to know.
Your smile.
I only want to make you happy.
That is why I walk away.
I'm not good enough for you.
Not even in my dreams.
-ken
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From: mrnothk0r@aol.com (Mrnoth K0r)
Date: 13 Nov 1998 11:59:56 EST
>If you had any clue what you were talking about, you would sound intelligent.>>
I'm not intelligent? You're the one who worships satan.
::walks off mumbling about Agreenish being even more stupid than he thought possible::
Date: 13 Nov 1998 11:59:56 EST
>If you had any clue what you were talking about, you would sound intelligent.>>
I'm not intelligent? You're the one who worships satan.
::walks off mumbling about Agreenish being even more stupid than he thought possible::
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From: sirduel@aol.com (Sir Duel)
Date: 13 Nov 1998 13:18:05 EST
::sniffs and wipes away a tear::
That twas beautiful Agrenish, just beautiful. And to think, I was the source of such.
Date: 13 Nov 1998 13:18:05 EST
::sniffs and wipes away a tear::
That twas beautiful Agrenish, just beautiful. And to think, I was the source of such.