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TheSentinel
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 Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 9:53 pm |
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Location: The Circle Of Overseers
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The Land Of Grimney is an interactive social networking site similar to Facebook in style. Writers, artists, and poets can showcase their work. This forum is designed for new poets to submit their poetry. There is no restriction on poetry subject matter, any topic can be posted here. You can also submit your work via the stories section too!
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VampireDelight
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 11:57 pm |
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Joined: Fri May 15, 2009 11:09 pm
Posts: 2
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The Forest Fire
"There is a fire in the forest"
Blankets of flame wrap around the branches
Trees of green burn like torches
between the river of dancing crimson colour
A stag stands upon his hind legs
Ears pricked back
Eyes wide and staring
Behind him the grim clouds of smoke
Shroud and cloak the landscape
The glaring flames cascade
Bearing down upon the beast
As the feasting fire
Swallows all beneath its wall of flame
"There is a fire in the forest"
Fleeing through a cloak of yellow haze
A maze of crackling vegetation
Burning all around
Branches tumble to the ground
Seeing no way out
No exit from the dark
Animals turn upon their heels
A spark of rolling
Churning fire
Lights another fertile tower
The timid creatures cower
As fire seals them trapped inside
A dozen giant oak
Are wrapped in swirling smoke
For the trees they cannot hide
As their branches stoke the flame
"There is a fire in the forest"
That stems from human shame
A monstrous din of hoof beats rumble
As each frightened beast
Blindy tumbles and retreats
Into the choking air
Unaware that there can be no escape
From this lair of flame
The shapeless mass of black and red
Belches higher and higher
Whirls its ghostly web around them
Whilst the forest's life does ebb away
And the smoke curls and sways into the heavens
Tears boil in burning eyes
In dying breath the Stag he cries
"There was a fire in our forest
Where no woodland beast remembers
What stood before these dying embers
No spark of life does dwell here
Because of human strife
No creature lives to shed a tear"
Now the beast he dies
But does he live in human eyes?
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RomanyBlake
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2009 3:19 pm |
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Joined: Sat May 16, 2009 9:27 am
Posts: 1
Location: The Chaos Engine
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The Cage
In bloodied hand he grips the seed
Lying dead on drowning shore
Lost his life through violent deed
Taken here in blood drenched war
Nothing moves the corpse alone
Flowing red from fatal wound
Skin so cold and white as bone
Final posture he has assumed
Grim he stands and reaps them in
Boney hands upon his scythe
at Heaven's Gate war is a sin
Best not fight and stay alive
Darkness swirls around his soul
His light filled form begins to black
The Devil smiles when he counts the toll
Above the ground begins to chat
A formless element he falls beneath
Into fires that burn with rage
Back in the world they lay a wreath
Whilst below the torment of the Cage...
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VampireDelight
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2009 9:11 pm |
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Joined: Fri May 15, 2009 11:09 pm
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Dreams
Dreams are the stairway to Heaven
From the Earth to the Sky
Rainbows form like arrows
To guide us high above
Where the stars will shine
For mine are the pinheads of light
That seem so far until you reach them
Then you see how bright they are
When you break free
So let all the world see
That hopes and dreams
Are not so far away
And can be unfurled
Twilight nights that close the day
Need never last forever
Pass dull pain into shadow
Sow the seed of love in your souls
Find the need to chase your goals
But dispel the greed
For greed is a vexation of the spirit
I have watched the seasons change
Seen the snow upon the ground
Strange to think that in all this beauty
Peace cannot be found
For only in fantasy
Have I danced upon a frozen stream
Watched snow flurries fall in winter time
Where dreams can be glanced in natural mystery
I have glided across the ice
Seen saphire eyes stare
From canopies of green
Serene in their majesty
Fur coated and four legged
Curious characters of the winter season
Who offer a reason why this world must live
Whisper into the knowing wind
Begin to feel the world has more to give
Offer to her dignity every reason
Why we should live
Never stop the quest
For those dreams that seem out of reach
As we must teach the world
That what we all request is love
To feel the skies are always blue above
And flowers can grow
Through cracks in snow
Where a child can take the hand of a stranger
Who would always guide that child from danger
A land where all mankind is a brother
Nobody forsakes one another
Where creed and colour unites
and fights against the squalor
Of prejudice and fear
Where black and white
Will stop the fight and end the fear
Where a tear of a child
Would be cleansed by any creed
Sow the seed
Do not let the weeds that grow around us
Choke us
Or drag us down into the soil
Where the weeds that grow around us
Slowly coil around our bodies
Like twisted vine
Where they will hold us still
Confine forever more
In violent acts and wretched war
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EarthOracle
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 2:52 pm |
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Joined: Mon May 11, 2009 2:54 pm
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Mistress of the Sea
Mistress of the deep blue sea
You take my hand and on you guide me
Through the swirling waves
Where Davy Jones has laid our graves
A lover of the foaming ocean
Cascading waves break with emotion
On the shores that lead to land
Across the pebbles amongst the sand
Crabs and shrimps they scuttle there
Hearts and minds so free from care
Amongst the rocks in crystal pools
Where breaking waves form waterfalls
I sat alone upon the beach
Watched seagulls flying out of reach
Soaring silent through the sky
They will claim my soul on the day I die
An old ivory pipe between my teeth
I've sailed the oceans, the Great Barrier reef
I've kissed the corals beneath the waves
And in the depths with my Mistress I'll lay my grave
Over the distant thunder of the roaring tide
I have called to my Mistress deep inside
Where she glided below in the glittering surf
A watery spirit not born on this earth
In my dreams I see a beach
Upon an island out of reach
Where human kind has never been
Tranquil, sandswept so serene
I hope oneday to sail my boat
To this island so remote
And live in peace on golden shore
Today, tomorrow and forever more...
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RobertDevlin
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 10:46 pm |
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Joined: Mon Mar 30, 2009 1:34 pm
Posts: 57
Location: Grimney pussy, who smokes cigars and likes art galleries.
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My Lady
My lady's hair is thick and black
It's mostly growing on her back
Her teeth are yellow with a hint of green
Her toes are webbed with skin between
She smells of cabbage and rotten egg
Has knobbly knees upon each leg
Her eyes are blue and they protrude
She's always staring not that she's rude
Her nose is large the nostrils flared
Children hide because they're scared
She is my angel for all her flaws
But it's best she always stays indoors.
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RobertDevlin
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 1:10 pm |
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Joined: Mon Mar 30, 2009 1:34 pm
Posts: 57
Location: Grimney pussy, who smokes cigars and likes art galleries.
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Wacky Nursery Rhymes!
Nursery Confusion
Mary, Mary quite contrary
In her garden spent hours and hours
But a flock of lost sheep
Owned by little Bo Peep
Broke in and ate all her flowers
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
Where they are she hasn't a clue
But Old Mother Hubbard
Has a very full cupboard
And her doggie is full of lamb stew!
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep!
To find them she's called in the cops
But sly Mother Hubbard
Has put locks on her cupboard
Cos it's filled to the brim with lamb chops!
Who is the Egghead?
Little Jack Horner
Sat in a corner
Whilst Humpty Dumpty
Sat on a wall
When Humpty fell down
Jack said with a frown
'I'm glad I kept to my stool!'
Sink or swim?
Mary had a little lamb
She called it Tiger Tim
She threw it in the sea one day
To see if it could swim
That little lamb splashed all about
Not knowing what to do
For when it comes to swimming
Lambs haven't got a clue
And so it sank beneath the waves
Which closed above its head
And Mary then realised
Her little lamb was dead
The moral of this story
Is not hard to understand
If you have a little lamb
Please keep it on dry land!
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RobertDevlin
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 3:21 pm |
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Joined: Mon Mar 30, 2009 1:34 pm
Posts: 57
Location: Grimney pussy, who smokes cigars and likes art galleries.
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The Gay Man
I went for a stroll along the beach one day
And met a man who was extremely gay
He was happy so cheerful and constantly smiling
His jolly demeanour was quite beguiling
He asked me to dance and I gave him my hand
We tangoed and waltzed all over the sand
The lobsters they blushed and the crabs scuttled by
The seagulls were shocked and started to cry
We danced through the night beneath the moon overhead
By three in the morning he was ready for bed
We ended our dance and he said his farewell
But was he a gay man? I just could not tell…
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RobertDevlin
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 1:56 pm |
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Joined: Mon Mar 30, 2009 1:34 pm
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Location: Grimney pussy, who smokes cigars and likes art galleries.
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Toby tortoise comes out of his shell
It was a very hot day
Where the tortoise lay
Sunning himself by the river
Toby removed his shell
As the sun made him swell
And the wind made him all of a quiver
Toby sat by the stream
His flesh all a gleam
And a passing seagull was sick
With Toby's bits on display
The bird flew away
But the tortoise was pleased with his trick!
Toby stood on his toes
And raised up his nose
And announced he could run very fast
Toby started to charge
This meant by and large
That all other creatures came last!
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DebraCobra
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 6:20 pm |
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Joined: Wed Apr 01, 2009 5:07 pm
Posts: 86
Location: London
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The Old Lady
In the cafe alone amongst the crowd
Hands clasped around a coffee cup
The old lady sits and dreams
Her face immersed in rising steam
Lost in the mist of time
Where the old lady remembers
A lover she once kissed
But time has withered many memories
Past years have cast their shadow
For Death is waiting at the door
The old lady sips her coffee gently
Feels the liquid warmth inside
But dying is not death
As love remains beyond all pain
And birth and death upon this Earth
Is but the turning of a wheel
Constant in motion
But always repeated.
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