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RobinHood somehow gott caught in a cross fire of aa NIght and shade battle where he was turned into a ...you guessed it... Rubber ducky he then said somthing which the femnist soul of Shade took in offence so she tried to deep fat fry him unfortunatly plastic doesnt go well with boiling oil.
He now haunts the ship in flying duck form and noi one can ever take a bath in peace.
Hee-hee!
Night with its Shades had fallen fast,
When by my study door there passed,
A phantom girl as cold as ice
Bearing a sign with the strange device:
RUBBER DUCKY
Startled was I to see her passing there
Her form blending with the darkness of the hour
No sound from a smile that seemed so nice
But I read her sign, and read it twice:
RUBBER DUCKY
The bell tolled the hour of one and she was gone
And I found myself again alone
Wondering what this ethereal girl of the Night
Could mean by such a strange device:
RUBBER DUCKY
(Sorry, Archer, I couldn't resist!) :lol: :lol: :lol:
No don't be so. I like it.Quote:
Originally Posted by Chava
thank you for the obit Pen. I love it... I admire how you guys can write poetry so beautiful and so easy... *bows to everyone*Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
A SONNET FOR A FALLEN KING
Slain in battle, defended with vigor,
Here lies the Pendragon, the last of his line.
Infinite wisdom matched by naught but his strength,
Legends would sing of his exploits for all time.
Though not entirely clear whether he
Fierce scaléd dragon or valorous knight be,
For his avatar breathed fire, but his throne-worthy name
Marked upon him the blessings of fame.
Arthur himself took pride in Pen's battle,
Plate armor clattered and great broadswords rattled...
But alas, the age of glory came to a head,
And the shaft of the Archer killed his "Name That Book" thread.
To such a thread Pen's being was bound,
And on the hands of Green Arrow could Pen's blood be found.
Great sonnet Robin. I like it.
Excellent sonnet, Archer! I had planned to write my own obit this round, but I like yours, so we'll go with it. You have hidden talents, there, not just a memory for book titles, but a poet in your soul... good combination!http://www.clicksmilies.com/s0105/spezial/Fool/appl.gif
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Can't...breathe...pelvic regions...are being...crushed...
I love it! Nicely done, Scheherazade!
The Passing of Scheherazade
Hope was the Thing With Feathers
That pearches in the human soul
Until the day there came The Hope Slayer
Named Scheherazade, the lovely and the bold
She set her on her steed in silver armor clad
And bore a sharp fanged spear
And charged howling forth her battle cry
To pierce Hope's brest so near
But Hope could never pearch inside a human heart
Without talons that hold its grip
How often have mankind felt the pain
Each time those clawed feet slip?
So matching Scheherazade's cry with one of its one
Hope flew forth with talons dripping red
The battle was brief for no Slayer of Hope
Can match Hope Lost in the Game of Death...
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Pen
And tis time, I do indeed write my own obit....
Desecration
The pure, white stone of the temple
belied its age,
for it held within the polished marble halls
the wisdom of the Ancients.
The young man whose duty it was
to guard the tabernacle of the deity
Grey Matter,
performed his task with a learning
far beyond his years,
seeing to it that only the most desirable sacrifices
were burned on the Altar of Knowledge,
to send up a sweet-smelling incense
to the demi-god’s throne.
Then one fateful day a shining daemon appeared,
sweeping down dragon-like upon the hallowed halls,
spreading flame and destruction that scarred forever
the bleached stone of the temple.
It toppled the image of the god Grey Matter,
smashing it into ruin.
And, in one final blow,
It sacrificed the caretaker upon the altar.
Ripping his heart from his breast,
it wrote in blood its own name upon the white wall:
MADNESS—
Jonathan Blade
© 11/24/95
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OBITUARY: PENDRAGON was found dead this morning of a stab wound to the torso. Apparently, the Lady of the Lake overheard someone referring to her as a "moist bint" and subsequently hurled a sword at the speaker. Unfortunately, she missed her target and impaled Pendragon squarely through the kidneys. Upon examination by a coroner and urologist, Pendragon was pronounced dead and Excalibur was henceforth declared "The Sword in the Stone."
EDIT: Darn, I was going for a double-header. C'est la vie.
Robin and the Deer Patties (to the tune of Cow Pattie)
The Archer had his arrow drawn back
All they way to his keen blue eye
(drum roll)
Out in the clearing was a buck with a real nice rack
Just release the arrow and the buck would die
(drum roll)
Now The Archer was known for never missing a shot
His fame spread the whole world around
(drum roll)
So you could bet anything you wanted there'd been venison chops
On tables for miles around
(drum roll)
But as he set his feet for the final shot
They slipped in something that was lying on the ground:
(drum roll, drum roll)
The arrow came down in the Archer' s heart--
You should watch your feet--you know the chips are down!
(DRUM ROLL)
It was those deer patties, those deer patties,
They're awful small but still enough to make you hit your fanny!
Too bad, Robin Hood. Lost to those deer patties....
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Once I was roaming near the cemetry, I heard a voice singing this song.
Killing killing killing is all I know
Mercy and pardond never show.
Crual my world is but you
Was the cause of me stopping to
Kill, and be killed by you,
You that I adore and who give
Maening to my existance and why I live.
Pen oh my pen why you betray me
And be killed by thee
Aproaching the grave, I saw the name of my fellow poet Pen. Then I knew it was him dead and singing The Song of the Grave.
With a mighty yelp that seemed to shake the very Earth beneath his feet, Adilyoussef the Mighty swung his triple-sided ax at the red-eyed dragon that stood before him. Alas, poor Adilyoussef the Mighty, he failed to notice that the dragon was merely a decoy, a distraction from the guy with the big gun standing behind him...
"It seems you have met your match, agent... 008..." said Dr. Yes, and fired.
OBITUARY: Sir Alex was found dead this morning after being hit in the head with a meteor labeled "DEEP BLUE" traveling beyond the speed of light. Alas, no Einstein was he, and the Laws of Physics would obey no man but the German Genius himself.
I am very sure you all are sad as I am to announce the death of our dear friend Robin who was killed last night in midnight. He was a very dear fellow and I was going to talk about his age but I'd rather talk about the way he died... He was suddenly killed by a mysterious member of the forum who was desperate in waiting to know Robins age as he was very convinced to not tell till the end of December...now we will never find out how old he was....
I'm curious to know how you came to be the first to know of my death, Kaltrina...hmm...
We're Sorry to inform you of the untimely and sorrowful passing away of one of our very dear friends Robinhood. Sources reveal that this World's greatest archer, while competing with a rubber duck in his bath tub on "who speaks better and fluent rubber duckese" ...aimed a double-sided-fairytale-arrow at the rubber duck, forgetting that the strong rubber might cause it to bounce back.....the rest is history...........:(
We mourn the death of our beloved Kaltrina...flying low in a state of enthrallment, she tragically flew into the middle of the Merryfolk's Archery Range in Sherwood Forest. Alas, our arrows were loosed too soon, and the firing squad was to be Kaltrina's demise.
We also mourn the death of dearest smilingtearz. Her attitude problems and her fury of emotion endeared her to all. Her only call was to be found in the desires of the hearts of others. Unfortunately, the desire of one was for her to be dead.
:lol: :lol:...thanks Robin that's cheered me up!
wait a minute....it wasn't you who desired that, were you? *a doubtful eyebrow up*
Of course not, and I resent the implication! :p ~quickly alters his desires ;)~
And how DOES one manage to lift one eyebrow but not the other? I've yet to figure out how it is done.
;) *evil smile*Quote:
Originally Posted by RobinHood3000
Descended from heaven
An angel she was...
Its a time of grief...
to mourn the loss...
A perfect friend...
to all she knew...
desired good for all...
Me and You...
How humble she was..
how gentle and mild...
But Death, Unkind
The Devil so wild!
He wrapped her up...
In his arms of fire
To have her for himself
Was his desire...
And There Goes...
That heavenly star...
Consumed by death
Sweet Kaltrina!
wow Eva that was beautiful.... thank you so much for the lovely obit... lol you're good... :D
I thought you'd write one for me too ...:D...im starting to love this thread!
yeah i am thinking of one and I will write one for you too but still thinking.. I love this thread too...
I just got the news of the death of our dearest and sweet friend Eva aka Smilingtearz... She didn't die out of natural causes which makes us even more sad because she really died from a hand of a man who stabbed her while she was going back home after spending some time in the forum trying to understand unpredictable men... Dear Eva wrote something very accurate about the way men are, and because she had hit the point men usually don't want to admit, she was followed back home and killed by one of the men who coulnd't accept what she wrote...
she will always be remembered for her courage and kept in our heart...
Dancing in the midnight and not caring about the frost
In a world of magic, where joy never be lost
Bare feet and light cloths she is wearing
Dancing and dancing around and not caring.
How can it be in such cold she is not daring?
Yes not daring while dancing around our frosen mindes
Frosen by hearing of death and we are blind.
Althout she is dead she is happy
Like and angel taking care of you and me
So don't cry my dear friends coz death
Makes Kaltrina our gardian angel I bet.
Take care dear friend
that's lovely Adil. I will write you an obit but when I think of one because right now I don't know what to write. :D
kaltrina...ur again above me!!...how many times can i write an obit for the same person? and that too such a sweet person!
lol you don't have to write me an obit again you can write an obit to Adil to whom I promised one but I can't think of any... :D but I will write it.... *hits herself in the head to get any idea* :lol:
Actually, SmilingTearz, we're on Adil.
Death’s Carriage Comes for Adil
The Night was dark, yet the sky was blue,
As over the dunes the dark carriage flew.
It was drawn by black horses that drew no breath,
And rattled up to the door of Adil Youssef.
The driver was cloaked in a hood of deep black,
And his eyes glowed like cinders from deep in the back.
He proffered a note with a skeletal hand,
And Adil gasped at the words that he read:
“Notice to Adil Youssef from His Majesty, Lord Death:
Tonight thou art called. So draw thy last breath.
Then open the door of my carriage and ride within,
For ye shall pass away from this world that you’re in.”
For a moment Adil shook. But the driver only smiled.
Then he opened the door and breathed, “Come. Rest for a while…”
Pendragon
© 12/21/05
(AHA!
ok here's my third obit try!)
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We're deeply aggrieved at the loss of our dear friend, Pendragon. It has been heard that Pendragon, the only dragon in the world who is great at typing and writing, had lost his favourite pen made of gold and known to have been given to him by Martha, the queen of faries(impressed by him) and while trying to search for it under his table and then his chair and then out on the porch and then on the staircase and then on the room right above his study and then his under his bed and then under the carpet and then in the kitchen, got his long long long tail all tangled up(like you would do in a cartoon if you were Tom, the cat with a long string of wool tied to you and being chased by jerry, the mouse) ...he got so frustrated that...a little snort from the nose and the "litlle" fire that followed....caused the mishap...his whole house was found in ruins, all that could be found was a pretty gold pen which lay unharmed amongst the ruins ...:(
Nice obit, Eva! Thanks! I actually HAVE a golden pen, a gift from my dad.... :lol: :lol: ;) http://www.clicksmilies.com/s0105/ti...smiley-001.gif
...see i have Psychic powers.... :D
This has nothing to do with obits. But I feel the need to share it with you. Especialy that we are in a thread of death.
The Grave
Alone, I fear of being so,
In a dark place and a cold one too
I'm afraid I can't breath
No one to talk to no one to hear.
Loneliness I was living in but I saw
Faces unknown and I felt
The sun in my face and cheeks.
But cold is where I'm and I freak
I can't move and I spend my time
lying and can't see the light.
Good bye my mother I'm gone
To join my brothers and I'm alone
In a long long jurney that never ends
Carrying a heavy burden and I spend
My time paying my debts and what is due
Till I'm someoned to pay the rest too.
This one is for Eva.
Smilingtears
Sorrow my heart cried
My soul flew and tried
In a world of death he went,
Lonly to bring back a friend,
In a land so far and remote
No eye could see no one could go
God alone has the power to do so
To call who He wants to him
Even the one doesn't like it too
And there my soul went
Right in heaven he found
Someoned near the Lord
Eva the one we ador
Read Yourself Goodbye, Adil
And did dear Adil suffer,
And did dear Adil Die?
Did the doctors 'round him cluster?
And did the mourners cry?
Was the fever on his noble brow,
Did pneumonia lay him low?
Did he catch mad disease from a cow,
Was it the tsetse fly that made him go?
None of these my dearest friends,
Attacked poor Adil Youseff—
He met the very worst of ends—
He read my poetry with all its trends—
Each written word from my mad pen—
And bored himself to death....
Pendragon
:lol:
The Pendragons are a magical couple,
Casting spells wherever they appear.
Stage magic is their specialty
Sending people from there to here.
Alas, something terrible happened,
A horrific mishap, indeed
While sawing a dragon in half
Sabotage came from Roy and Siegfried.
That which was one is now two,
And much blood did Pendragon drip
The Germans went into the lockup
So Lance Burton now rules The Strip!
Adil that's a great poem... :D and Pen, Adil's obit was really good... :lol: :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by Adil
hey pen ....AWESOME:nod:...wish i could write something like that...:)