Undead Poets Society

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Re: Undead Poets Society

Post by Umnir » Sep 28th, 2010, 15:37

I might figure out something, but it can be as beautiful as truck driver in acid ballet.
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Re: Undead Poets Society

Post by Krypto » Sep 28th, 2010, 19:14

Thank you very much kind sir! For I dearly appreciate your admiration and applaudment of my work, I take it to the very roots of my heart and I thank you kindly once again. Yet I must say dear friend, that if not for your encouragement to resusitate this commonly wallowing corpse. I may have not reclaimed the inspiration nor desire to do so!

I do indeed applaud all who have contributed thus far, and have begun the process of converting all works to a Word document, complete with colour coding to manifest a hopefully, easy to navigate directory.

I concur with your analysis of the untaimed nature of weaving poetry, I cannot see an objective means to rate a piece, as their is no criteria which could possibly cover all that one expects or pertains to like in a poem.

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Re: Undead Poets Society

Post by Krypto » Sep 28th, 2010, 22:23

TADA!

Another poem surfaces with haste! Laboured over with due care and affection, like a Wolfess catering to the cries of her new born cubs. I decided not to derive inspiration from my fellow bloodites poetry, as I feel this could tamper a natural writing style which I feel should blossom forth undisturbed.

Although I listened to two creative pieces in order to stimulate my own - Lost Painting and Dance of Pales.

Most words selected are symbolic of a clearer meaning, I would be more than happy to dissect my poem to any curious or puzzled reader.

The Astral Ponderer

I pace the midnight halls, conscious undisturbed.
Prodding the depths of the solitary thinker,
embracing the tide of the foreboding ether.

Stalking the call of the solemn raven,
Swept in the dye of the morbid keeper.
Lamenting the course of the discordant blue speck.

With passive eyes by the thousand, roots wither unchecked.
Wrought with peril to the compassionate eye,
Crawling aghast with elusive despair.

Slain is the virtue of the spirited warrior,
Tainted by illusions given birth to gluttony.
The soil toils and writhes with agony,
Distained by the claw of the malevolent nobility.

An iron fist spins an intoxicating web,
Bound by the gestation of the lingering corruptor of flesh.
Crippling the blind and empowering the seer,
Shedding the skin when the seeker stalks near.

On this ever-lucid night,
Star and moon combine as one.
One can see for an eternity,
Gazing the cosmic rites.
Debauched by no sinister intent,
Peeling the mysteries of the pulsating red tome.

Luminous as the aura of moonlight on snow,
Silent yet hidden, like the lupine born of roses crimson red.
Daring to open the doorway between worlds,
Rattling the foundation of the paltry meat bag.

And so on this lonesome ethereal night.
Where shadows expand the periphery of mind and soul.
I cannot help but wonder, of many truths scattered asunder.
Waiting to nourish the hunger, of the intrepid astral ponderer.

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Re: Undead Poets Society

Post by Umnir » Sep 28th, 2010, 22:54

Forsaken sea, oh that maelstorm, oh that maelstorm!
Eversince I sank, I had forgotten the faces and names
of my child and my wife

Cursed is this boat, oh the vortex, oh the vortex!
I curse thee name captain you taint!
tears we are in sea

Drip drip, I dip the rat
In the rum and fry them on the pan
what have I done!

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Re: Undead Poets Society

Post by Umnir » Sep 28th, 2010, 23:00

Mushroom king is quick about
when shadows pass the edge of madness
and the shadows whisper
"moan her later oh king!"

Like cold dagger through morning mist
the tongue pierces breath
while mushroom queen falls
to the bottom of the bottle

Only one can see two
divided to one big sceptre
the staff that once sparkled
but now sparkles no more

But the shadows keep whispering
"moan her later oh king!"
and the mushroom king runs
to the lake of doom
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Re: Undead Poets Society

Post by Umnir » Sep 28th, 2010, 23:05

Technochild

Womb empty
Inserting shaft
Transferring genepool
Transfer complete
Starting developement
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Re: Undead Poets Society

Post by Krypto » Sep 28th, 2010, 23:21

A most excellent trio good sir! Unless you intend to explore the fabric of your mind further!

I was humoured by your first. of the remorse felt by the Captain who steered many a loved one to a watery grave. Perhaps oweing to the last sentence, which I think implies it is but a common occurence for him and so is not throttled by the passing of others. Hence he turns his attention to the delight of cooking.

Nice sexual innuendo in the third one :P

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Re: Undead Poets Society

Post by Umnir » Sep 29th, 2010, 07:30

Thanks :D
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Re: Undead Poets Society

Post by Drakan » Sep 29th, 2010, 09:41

I have to say that your first of the three contributes, Umnir, is quite delightful. I picture this captain having a mournful monologue in his head as he has this interesting dinner.

In an attempt to intepret The Astral Ponderer, Ali, I would venture to guess that this poem describes a dreamlike state of sorts? I must admit I'll have to read this one a few times over, but for now, I feel satisfied with this conclusion.

You'll be pleased to come to know that I myself am finally delving into the depths of my fiber in an attempt to conjure up something of my own. Since I've been in need of inspiration, this one will come as a cross between source material and my own thoughts. For now, tata. It's been a pleasure to see this thread live.... AGAIN! 8)
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Re: Undead Poets Society

Post by Daedolon » Sep 29th, 2010, 10:36

Umnir wrote:Technochild

Womb empty
Inserting shaft
Transferring genepool
Transfer complete
Starting developement
I like this. It's short enough for me to understand it without getting distracted and it's dark scifi.
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Re: Undead Poets Society

Post by Krypto » Sep 29th, 2010, 11:16

Thank you Dan, I appreciate your admiration and it is a pleasure to revive this thread once more. Your analysis is close but slightly averting from the tracks! It relates to reality, yet one few people can perceive :wink: It's a delight to hear you may be producing something of your own soon, I look forward to it!

For now here's one that came surprisingly quickly, sinister in theme, hopefully simplier in tone.

Seeing Red

Red is the malicious intent that flares in my hollow sockets,
Devoid of heart, writhing in sadistic delight.
A pleasure to feast upon your decrepit flesh for the night!
As I leech the disseminating morsels of your entity dry,
I feel not remorse for the wails of your lethargic soul,
The hideous cries of your echoing last whole.

As I cast your lich aside, I cannot help but subside,
To the quiet contemplation, of many a twisted fascination.
Grinning in ecstasy, seething with intensity,
At the once morbid floors, now lush with your once
Precious wine.

Red is the scathing toxin that floods my conscious whole.
Bound to the beast, his macabre claws know naught mercy.
Your liquid emanates, delicious in sight!
As I smash your skull against the dispassionate industrial walls.

Red is but the inferno of each passing day.
The sky bleeding whole, an embodiment of the
Cascading soul. Wrought with abhorrence and
Bred for insanity.

Red is but the fall of lotus petals,
Acres blossom rich in scarlet rose.
The warmth I carry besides a crimson heart.
Pulsating with passion,
For a kindred spirit known whole and dear.

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Re: Undead Poets Society

Post by Drakan » Sep 29th, 2010, 11:36

Quite voilent indeed. I love it. <3
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Re: Undead Poets Society

Post by Krypto » Sep 29th, 2010, 11:41

*bows* 8) A pleasure to delight!

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Re: Undead Poets Society

Post by Drakan » Sep 30th, 2010, 08:57

All that has been contributed thus far has now been archived by your truly. Feel free to do the same if anyone wishes, as the more hard-drives to back it up, the safer it is.

I've counted, and we have a grand total of 31 original tributes thus far! I love this thread.

I'll comment on this poem you've displayed later on, Mr. Beast. have you thought of composing something of your own? I'd delight in seeing a new writer here. :D

Edit: It has just come to knowledge to me that I can edit a fresh post here. However, I'd like to merely edit my older entries so as to display in a colour that isn't so harsh on the eyes, given that the theme here is bright and I'm using yellow. Is there, if I may ask, any arrangement we can make?
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Re: Undead Poets Society

Post by Umnir » Sep 30th, 2010, 10:14

With all due respect, I'd put the poems written by "outsiders" to the quote unquote thread, and encourage to post own ones here! Just hitin'.
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