Another creative game

[Pendragon]

Kathy: Reduex

The streets of Old Salem are again disquietened,
The populace out half-dressed into the lanes--
Why are so many folk distressed and frightened?
Why the staring eyes and chest pains?
She-who-must-not-be-named again has risen,
Buried once again the ground can never hold her still.
Her return from death is almost a given--
None may match the awesome power that drives her will.
They watch with bated breath to see if she passes,
Hoping against hope she does not stop or pause;
They wish to see the back of those dark tresses
Pass over the hill, out of sight, and gone!
But fools they are, for she'll just return once more:
I'd be oiling the hinges on the old vault door...

Pendragon

[Poetess]

PAM brings death to life

[kathycf]

Tragedy at the Bubblegum plant!

Sad news, dear friendss. Our beloved Poetess has succumbed to a fatal popping while working her shift at the bubblegum factory. Services will be held on Monday...

Kathy: Reduex

The streets of Old Salem are again disquietened,
The populace out half-dressed into the lanes--
Why are so many folk distressed and frightened?
Why the staring eyes and chest pains?
She-who-must-not-be-named again has risen,
Buried once again the ground can never hold her still.
Her return from death is almost a given--
None may match the awesome power that drives her will.
They watch with bated breath to see if she passes,
Hoping against hope she does not stop or pause;
They wish to see the back of those dark tresses
Pass over the hill, out of sight, and gone!
But fools they are, for she'll just return once more:
I'd be oiling the hinges on the old vault door...

Pendragon

How much do I love this poem! Thank you, Pen.

[Pendragon]

Well, thank you Kathy. And since I had already composed Poetess's death poem, I just post it too.

For The Poetess in Black

I sought among the Cedars of Lebanon for The Poetess,
But for all my seeking, she remained vanished and gone.
I sought through the cities, the villages, and each oasis;
I called and I called, but my voice echoed alone.
Then in a great cloud of dust, the Mighty Djinni of the Desert,
Stood before me and cried. “Mortal! What seekest thou here in this place?”
For a moment the presence of this awesome being held my tongue inert—
Then I said, “Mighty Djinni! I seek a lady. Hath thou seen her face?”
For a moment the great face grew angry, then it gave a sigh;
“Poetess, thou callest her. Ah, ‘tis the same with even we.
Knowesth thou not this is the fate of thine entire race—to finally die?
Or that even we Djinni sometimes can get lonely?”
He sighed once again. “I suppose thou wilt be wanting her back.
But we shall just borrow her a while yet. Her life’s not over yet…”

Pendragon

[Pensive]

Death Strikes Pendragon

Some pens are poisonous. A dragon who was very fond of pens ate such a pen cake and got bitten by death.

May that pendragon rest in peace!

[kathycf]

The Cat's tale

My cat walked in the door, a pleased look upon his face. Stooping down to pat him, I noticed something ominous and odd. Little blue feathers were stuck to his face, and he had that happy "I just had a great meal" look on his face. Wondering, I looked down at him and shuddered. "Gosh" I said to myself "I really wish I had picked another day for Pensy to visit..."

[Scheherazade]

Do You Believe in Paranormal?

I didn't... Till only couple of days ago, I heard a story... A story about one of us... Yes, one of our members! She used to be known as 'Kathycf' if you ever came across her... Yes, here on the Forum. She was a friendly kind... And very helpful... Knew her away around the internet and all. She also had a love for vintage posters and pictures from 40s-50s... Or so we all thought... But... But what I heard... What I heard is a little different... I know you will think I am crazy but I... I just don't know. I've been told that all those ladies in those pictures got very jealous of Kathy's beauty and popularity... And the fact that she was alive while they were all trapped inside their frames... So they paid a witch... To put a spell on her, you know... And now, Kathy is trapped in one of those pictures she adored... forever:

[mir]

Scher once was someone we knew
A good friend, whether old or new
Words can't tell how it saddens me
To write this now, her eulogy.
You see, Scher liked Chemistry,
And discovered Ho to the three
A radical new element
That existed in all presents
But the poor woman didn't count
On how Santa might take this flount
Of his traditional duties
And one-night-long exigencies.
No one heard a thing that night
But when the mountains touched daylight
Scher was gone without a trace,
And ashes filled the fireplace.
Poor Scherazade, now dead
From the anger of the white-and-red.

He he, i'm usurping your place, Pen!

[Pendragon]

The Godfeather Does a Rubout

"Yo! What up-dere? Whatcha doin’?
Who youse tink youse gonna shove aroun’?
Shaddup! Yeah, who youse tink you movin’
I ain’t no small talk, moll, I own dis ground!
Come and shove yer mug in mine and say yer piece!
Whatsa matter now, baby, youse suddenly scared?
I run da poem racket down heah, capisce?
Da Godfeather don need competition, that fair?
Look, I thought youse had some brains me girl—
I’d buy ya off and square da deal as well.
But since ya want ta be so nasty ‘bout it, Mir,
Here goes me gat—see ya in hell."
News item: A body washed in from the Hell’s Gate Surf:
With a note taped to it: “Stay offa my turf!”

Pendragon

Of course this is all in fun. I would never harm Mir or any lady or gentleman. Loved the poem, Mir! And Mir would go to heaven, of course!

[Redzeppelin]

Pen was (for unknown reasons) wandering through hell, decided to pause (which required him to slow down his pace), which - as a result - made him a bit frightened (reasonable - after all, he was in hell); his fear was visible, and - as a regrettable result - he didn't make it out. Guess who showed up?

[kathycf]

Taking a page from Scher's book....

Poor POOR Redzeppelin. Trapped in an antique picture of some odd flesh reducing torture device/garment. In my dreams, I hear pained screams. *shudder*

[Redzeppelin]

And POOR POOR POOR kathycf - whose manic devotion to Dr. Walter's "Rubber Reducing Garments" got carried away and reduced herself into nonexistence!

(Legal action against Dr. Walters pending)

[shinigami]

Redzeppellin was last seen at the sad cafe he seemed to be very depressed drinking a machiatto...
Later people found out he drank poison with his coffee...
His family was sent the bill...

[Pensive]

"I write for the same reason I live. If I stop writing, I will die." Isaac Asimov

Shinigami loved to write; whether it included poetry or prose. Writing was her heart, her soul and her life.

One terrible day, she got hot by a car on the road and lost her arm. Doctors attached an un-real arm, but it did not work. She could not write as much as she used to.

What else can you expect from such a fan of writing? Death? Commitment of sucide? Yes! Poor shinigami, she left us. May her soul rest in peace.

[Pendragon]

Songbird’s Funeral

Songbird sings outside my widow in the morning.
A whip-poor-will wails with the coming of the night.
Did my little blue friend try to send me a warning—
They tell me that she is cold and still in the moonlight.
Vicar Magpie gave the sermon at her funeral in the treetops.
The mockingbirds sang a melody of her favorite songs.
All the birds plucked a feather and left it on the coffin top…
Who’s gonna sing me awake now? I feel so alone…
The gentle ravens carried her softly to the meadowlands,
Where the Turkey Vulture had prepared a place for her to lie.
All the birds, bright colors, filed by with flowers in their hands,
Gathered for one final chorus as they sang to her good-bye.
But the little bird that lies there underneath that marble nest:
Is one that will never be forgotten, and whose voice I loved the best…

Pendragon