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 Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 9:26 am
I'ma be posting poetry literature and all that fun stuff here.
The Scarecrow (currently still in the forge but hey it sounds catchy)
Balmy still in dead of night
Clawing cat, a sore of sight
Howling dogs in moonlight
here I am... Waiting... for the crows
Hollow shell of a man,
standing with a burlap tan.
Wishing for a bit of land,
He waits... For the crows
Years and years go racing by
a big red button for an eye.
tattered clothes, they're rather dry..
He waits... For the crows
Balmy still in dead of night
Cawing crows, wish to fight.
Never to know what is right,
here I am... Waiting.... for the crows
"Really?"
Years and years pass me by,
my posts start to crack and splay,
waiting for that bold, cold day,
that I fall... To the ground...
"Can you hear them?"
Swooping in, and from the sky
comes the danger, black wings fly
circling, contemplating...
Harvest time, a pleasent day
the wheat is threshed, straw meshed
barking dogs, and grinding stones,
plaid dressed farmer, his name Is Jones.
Drinking Jack, to pass his day
Look theres Jill, roll-in hay...
I'm done waiting....
And now boys and girls...
The Harvest done, my use is gone,
Waiting here on the farmers lawn
I rest... For next year.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 1:12 pm
I like it-But not loving it-A little to verbal for my taste but still-
I hope you keep writing
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 4:52 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 7:29 am
Standing in the hollows,
There was a one eyed drunken dwarf.
Who hobbled up to me, while pointing north.
This is all that drunken dwarf had to say.
"This path leads to a place called Wolf's Wharf,
A gloomy place, short of face where this one eyed dwarf is king."
Standing in the hollows,
There was a masked man
Who sauntered up to me holding out his hand.
This is all that masked man had to say.
"Follow this wanderer to a needy place,
When the sunlights gone then I'll show my face,
But until the eyes of the red crow are good and gone,
I'll keep on carrying on."
Standing in the hollows,
There was a giant crow.
Who's feather were crimson, showing through the snow.
When I got near this crow, he flew and I knew its time to go.
For when he left, alls I heard was "Welcome to Wolfs Wharf, remember
that the one eyed dwarf is king, and if you ever cross him,
The pain will make you sing."
Standing in the hollows,
I seen that same old dwarf,
Who hobbled up to me while pointing North
This is all he had to say
"You've seen our town, now turn around, and go, Away
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