Can't think of a way to kill Pen... Hmm.... kill me instead till then... The ever immortal Goddess of Death and Destruction... Shinigami..
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Can't think of a way to kill Pen... Hmm.... kill me instead till then... The ever immortal Goddess of Death and Destruction... Shinigami..
The Death-Goddess Falls
The ever immortal Goddess of Death and Destruction—Shinigami,
A poor, pathetic excuse for a Goddess of Death was she!
All she had to do was slay Pendragon, yet she struck an enigma,
And unable to decide on his fate, she left the Dragon be.
A Dragon left unslain is a deadly foe to leave behind one,
Immortal themselves, unless slain by the very Gods.
All teeth and claws, fire and scales, weighing many a ton—
Against such even Gods face very long odds.
Shinigami should never have turned her back upon the egg-born,
For cunning lies within those burning orbs.
Now with her all unaware of his arise, he attacked with scorn,
And much of her power was just absorbed.
Beware that thou never arouse a Dragon’s ire:
Hell hath no fury like a Dragon’s fire…
Pendragon
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Pendragon, whose alter ego
Manifests now but in poem
After many years of searching
Has at least there found a home.
Terrorizing unsupecting
Readers of literature
Now he roams from his father-mind
The much-dreaded Godfeather.
Beware, in night, his sharp beak-dent
The florid penguin coat
and worst of all, from some dark alley
that monstrous accent!!
The Godfeather, who has diseased
His poor once-great creator
Who now can only speak in rhyme
And Evil-Penguinese!
:lol:
There was an explosion is space last night. We have it "on the record" that a comet crashed into Space Station Mir, killing all aboard. "Off the record", a source tells us that Aimus the Martian King had another "accident" at the "Martian Knives Works" which resulted in the destruction of the space station. Whichever is true, Mir is now toast...:alien: http://smilies.vidahost.com/contrib/dvv/esmil2.gif
Pen changed his name to Seymour for some odd reason and was promptly set upon by a large, hungry plant. The plant is reported to be in stable condition, no word on Pen.
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now, wait one cotton-pickin' minute! Didn't you already die? Well, fine. After figuring out how to un-shrink herself, she lived a while longer, but at a reduced size, and was mistaken for a dog toy. A policeman picked her up in a store, and took her home for his police dog to play with . . . fortunately, her death was caused by fright, not mauling. Fido wasn't even interested!
That is the beauty of this thread, zanna. You can "die" but you always get to come back again. See, like now. You just evaporated due to being struck by a very small, inconspicuous yet deadly bolt of lightning. Weird....:p
Perhaps she-who-will-not-be-named will die from a rampant crumpled horned shnorcack that was angered by Snape's greasy hair glinting in the light. Or maybe not. ^_^
A cruel law by a cruel dictator has been passed..
"Burn All The Books!" quoth he.:(
The Warrior Maiden Falls
Her twin katana poised before her like fangs,
The Warrior Maid moves through the mist like smoke—
Her feet find sure footholds among the rocky snags,
Eyes and ears alert for the moment she must deliver the death-stroke.
A warrior by birth and a warrior by choice and training,
No fear in her heart as she nears the monster’s cave.
Her movements are smooth, not labored or straining—
Her emotions controlled, the Cherry Blossom unafraid.
The sharp katana bite deep as the monster strikes,
Foiled in its plan to take the maiden by surprise.
Now the dance is cold steel against unearthly spikes—
And the maiden and monster stare coldly into each other’s eyes.
But skilled as she was, the warrior maiden could not defeat this beast:
But they will tell tales of her courage for centuries at least…
Pendragon
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That red fella looks familiar...
PENDRAGON:
The fearsome Pendragon
Found an end to his pain,
Run down in the streets, listening to
"Life in the Fast Lane."
Noble archer who battled with the deadly beast
Too bad it wasn't the monster who was served at a feast
Hmmm, Pnuemonia really is a funny thing at first you think its just a cold thats making you sneeze. Then, you're dead
PAM died laughing to the point of choking at a poor person who fell down the stairs, just like his Avvy. :p
A Deathly Drama
Since this will be an Opera, all the lines must be able to be sung.
We open our sad story at the end, when our heroine is dying.
She was brave and she was bold, and for her the Death Angel feared to come—
Even as she gasped her last out on the battlefield where she was lying.
She always faced up to her fears and she did not loose her courage even at the end.
She stared into the Mouth of Hell, and still she pressed her battle forward.
Undaunted by the odds against her, she never once gave thought that this time she might not win—
Eyes ablaze with noble purpose, she struggled forward onward, oh, ever onward!
Alas it was not meant to be, she faced the darkness and it overpowered her.
Mortal-wounded still she strove even in death to strike her foe as well.
But the wound was just too deep and much too wide, the flames rose to devour her.
And with her life’s blood dripping from her heart our heroine stumbled and she fell!
Hark, oh, hark, I hear softly whispered in the skies above as though it were lovely karma—
Welcome home, oh wondrous one, how bravely your battle fought, come home, Drama…
Pendragon
© 1/26/07
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The Dragon smirked his glory.
He really thought he won.
But this morbid battle had just started to begun.
With Drama's long lost ghost
beside the hero's side
Bookinator raised her sword and poked Pen in the eye.
The scaly beast both writhed and squimed
quite obvious in pain.
Who wouldn't be uncomfortable
with your poor eye maimed?
With one wrong step, off there he went;
Poor Pen sure had a trip
over Drama's silvery foot.
Boy, that was quite a slip!
Tumbling down the grassy hill
all scorched from Dragon's fury
Ol' Pendragon took a spill
right into something furry!
"A dragon!" claimed the fuzzy beast
(a mix of cat and dog)
as down the slope Pen still went
and right into a bog!
"Help!" cried the beaten dragon
(For, he really was quite sore)
as mucking mud pulled lizard down
and low into the floor.
The dragon's cries were for no good-
Drama's 'venge was sweet
While Book just sat back by the pool
and soaked her hurting feet.
The moral of this story
(That's the thesis of the lore)
is never mess with crazy writers
or you will be no more.
Nice poem, Bookinator! :)
The PAM decided to become immortal. He dowloaded a copy of himself onto his computer, just in case he should ever encounter an unexpected mishap. unfortunately, the very next day, Bookinator met with a tragic accident when his computer fell from the desk and landed on his head, killing him instantly, then dropped to the floor and smashed.
The moral of this story:
Irony stinks. :p
Somehow, the beginning of the text selection recursively included typists left finger so that when the "paste" operation was selected, the victim was sucked out of her seat and drawn into the CPU and processed into a million bytes of human genome data but then the character input buffers were overfilled and the operation was terminated.
It is a cyber tragedy which is still under investigation.
After investigating a cyber tragedy involving a certain she-writer, Captain Pike went home for a well deserved rest of posting on LitNet and reading good books. Little did Pike know however, he had been followed home by a mysterious figure. That stormy night, a sound echoed through the house, the sort of creak one should here only in a horror movie. Pike looked about nervously as the wind rose to a loud, fearful roar and the rain's gentle pattering morphed into a sort of tap dance of doom. Suddenly, he saw her, a zombie and victim of technology misuse, slowly stepping toward him, pencil in hand. Valiantly, he pulled out some pink glitter, hoping it would forestall the undead teenager. The tomboy writer shuddered, obviously disliking the horrid, light red color. With a hiss, the phantasm pulled out- A tape of recorded soap operas. As the lights flickered out, the TV popped on and a badly lighted mansion was shown among the pixels. The next day, Pike's body was nowhere to be found. Where he is now, none know. Some say he haunts the forum on LitNet, others believe his soul is trapped in As The World Turns, never to read in a library again. I say, a cyber ghost Bookinator makes a good ally, but a fearful foe. Beware, bwa ha ha ha haaaaa.....
What we think what we know is elusion
What we are what we shall be Bookinator
To be selective about the reality to accept
And not to believe everything you thing to be real
But one reality I know and shall accept
That the one who said that is dead for real
adilyoussef was walking in the woods one dark evening. This moonlit walk was in fact, a walk with Fate. As our newly returned friend hastened along his way, he suddelnly came face to face with a chainsaw wielding demented smiley. http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h5...eys/jason2.gif
Poor adilyoussef is now but a ghost of his former self....http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h5...ys/ghost-1.gif
The Dasterdly Wench forgot one thing in her attemt to become Queen of The Pirates. The Dastardly is haunted already--by Auld Arrow, "Ye rek'lct Auld Arrow, dinnae ye no, mateys. Nay ship what e're sail had luck w' a woman aboard o' her. Hee. Yon splash need not wake ye, mateys. 'Tis just Davey claiming another puir soul... Hee yes..."
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Dragons turn out to be real after all (who knew) and they come and gobble Pendragon up...It would be a pretty cool way to die...anyways they chew him into little bits and fly away.
SeaSong Dirge
Listen to the sea sing a song—
One more sailor passed away.
One more lost soul went wrong—
The only one happy is Old Davey.
Drowned in the depths of the deep.
Bones turn to corals very fast.
Sleeper dreams endlessly eternal sleep—
Waking no more, remembering not the past.
Dragons come in more than one type.
You make one angry, take on the whole clan.
The serpents of the sea took out that tyke,
That even dared suggest that we were created by man.
Now an Egg-Born is Immortal and will rise anew:
As to the SeaSong will it play again, clear and true…
Pendragon
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Kill my Uncie and kill me.. :bawl: Okay, if you insist.
Widespread AIDS. No one is spared.
To Kill a Flower
Where have all the flowers gone?
Their beauty cut by a florist’s blade—
Crushed to make some sweet perfume,
That doesn’t last, that too so shall fade…
Where have all the flowers hid themselves?
No colors bloom among the fields—
Placed in vases upon dusty shelves—
Not gladdening hearts or helping heal.
Why have all the flowers gone away?
Man cannot not enjoy unless he also destroys.
Then there finally comes a dismal day
When he finds he’s lost forever what he should enjoy.
My Flower was still tender with so much room to grow:
When the blades of some gardener laid her low…
Pendragon
© 3/17/07
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It's a very sad day for Pen is no more. He went to a King Arthur Fantasy Camp (ya know like the baseball one); One of the highlights of the camp was trying to pull Excalibur out of the stone. The winner would be king for a week. Pen stepped up and pull the sword from the stone in his excitment he jumped about waving the sword in the air. Sadly he didn't see the banana peel. The Authorities still can't figure out how he fell on the sword.
papayahed crashed her volkswagon beetle into the soccor field while listening to eighties hair metal (probably Ratt), wearing a giant madonna type eighties bow in her hair, a fingerless lace glove, jellies, jelly bracelets, stirrup pants and a spiral perm. She was reciting the distance formula right before she died.....
Chopping Up Shallots
I always thought that the term “Shalot”
Had to do with Chefs and pots and salads—
They are those small, rancid onions, are they not?
So why am I here writing another of my ballads?
Oh, yes. Ahem. The newspapers held the story sad,
That on yester eve, somewhere about the hour of eight;
A Chef from a four-star restaurant went out of his head
And a young lady met a gruesome fate.
He had brought along his great big chopping knife—
Often used for chopping up those greens;
Only this time he used it to chop out her life—
It’s strange how much blood a body bleeds.
Well, a Shalot is a Shalot whether girl or salad garnish:
We must polish up her marble headstone, those things are bad to tarnish…
Pendragon
© 3/18/2007 11:09 AM
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Ouch. *dead*Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
Pen and Paper
Liquid and feather, trinkles.
Bottle and jar, breaks.
Parchment and coffee, mixes uneasily.
But Uncle Pen's paper..and his mind...lost shabbily.
He lost his pens
He lost his books
He lost his papers
Now he lost his hands.
I dunno what the hell I was thinking. I could never live up to my poetry expectations.
Though the previous post has our dear Laindessiel believing that she is indeed passed to the cyber fields of daisies... it is not entirely true. Waking up from a blissful reverie she rubs her brow trying to discern what that sound was from beneath her comfortable bed. An almost inaudible scratching; furtive movement; oh dear, what was that?? A horrific sucking noise and she was no more, the shadows from beneath have a wonderful specimen now....
An O Henry Death Scene for Paws
The road ran on and then turned into a puzzle.
There was a place were a tee-intersection appeared.
Kid Paws paused to remark while rubbing her dog’s muzzle,
“I have three choices, which shall I take my dear?”
But The Reaper smiled as his cold orbs spied her—
And he drew the sharpening tool along his scythe.
He cared not one whit her choice, he’d be there to find her,
For the Furies Three had cut her thread of life.
If to the left her feet should take her,
That planted wolf awaited for tender flesh, no waste!
If to the right seemed better choice to doggy-dear,
The vial of hydrophobia would change the dog’s taste.
And should Kid Paws just turn and go back home—
The waiting werewolf would tear flesh from her bones…
Pendragon
© 3/26/07
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We interupt this thread for a commendation for Pendragon
** claps claps claps **
your poetry is brilliant!
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Alrighty now, carry on!
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Originally Posted by Pendragon
*A BIG ROUND OF APPLAUSE*
no one else like dear Uncle PEn! Thank you!!I am utterly speechless. One can't think of a better way to die!!:) :thumbs_up :D
Ah shucks, thank you kindly for the comments... http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...milies/shy.gif
Just remember, I'm up to die now... http://www.industreal.spb.ru/smiles/scull.gif
Someone else HAS got to do it. Unless I can dig up of some poetry inside my brain deserving moi Uncle Pen's death, nuh-uh, I'm a no show.
(Uncle Pen's killer is up next.)
It’s really quite a curious thing, you know,
How one so versed in killing methods strange -
A murderer by all accounts deranged -
Met such a pleasant end, as such things go.
Yet so indeed it went with this our foe
When, at the fatal hour prearranged
‘S next victim from her life thought to estrange,
A sharp arthritic cramp wreaked then its woe!
Our Pen, distracted from his keyboard thus,
Driven elsewhere to find the Tylenol,
Mistakenly retrieved the Valium.
Then, taking several (being quite a wuss),
'A forgot why he had ever killed at all.
And, newly kind, to death did he succumb..
HEE-HEE! My dear James, did you perhaps mean "cramp", although the wife swares you must know me very well! http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...lies/acc04.gifQuote:
Originally Posted by Jamesian
In an attempt to listen to Der Ring des Nibelungen, nonstop, for the duration of the entire opera, our friend Jamesian neglects to eat and succumbs to a deep sleep and he floats onward, into the Wagnerian mists .....
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Yeah, sorry. It's fixed now.Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
I don't have the energy to kill again (floating off in the Wagnerian mists as I am :D ). Someone must knock off kiz paws.