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Re: Tee Hee, Poetry!

Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 4:07 pm
by Oldrac the Chitinous
Felstaff wrote:You must understand; I live in a house of Victorian values, and use semicolons with reckless abandon.
I like the cut of your jib, sir.

Re: Tee Hee, Poetry!

Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 3:21 am
by carbonstealer
My own Victorian values cause me to be strangely attracted to the rakish way you place your semi colons, and the prominence of your quotation marks

Re: Tee Hee, Poetry!

Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 8:39 am
by Cirtur
My Victorian Values™ believe that all this talk is dangerously impious.

Re: Tee Hee, Poetry!

Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 1:02 pm
by carbonstealer
My Victorian Values™ believe that your belief of impiety is merely your impetuous youth forming the impetus to judge others for their enlightened freedoms

Re: Tee Hee, Poetry!

Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 1:21 pm
by Cirtur
I submit to you a legal injunction on the trademark Victorian Values, as per my legal use of the trademark system expressed above.

Re: Tee Hee, Poetry!

Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 2:36 pm
by Felstaff
As long as people cover the legs of pianos to avoid scandal, then it's fine by me.

Re: Tee Hee, Poetry!

Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 3:15 pm
by Cirtur
I just fucking hate legs.

Re: Tee Hee, Poetry!

Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 5:02 pm
by Apocalyptus
Which is why you need to invent that weights and pulleys system. I've been telling you all along.

Re: Tee Hee, Poetry!

Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 6:32 pm
by Cirtur
That would involve touching legs!

Re: Tee Hee, Poetry!

Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 2:09 am
by carbonstealer
Only if you don't use machetes to remove them first. Politely of course.

Re: Tee Hee, Poetry!

Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 2:25 am
by AHMETxRock
I've been unable to write well since breaking up with my ex. I had a spur of creativity and effort but it all failed me, and I didn't think much of it. I have ideas but I can't follow through anymore. I tried forcing myself a while ago, but it just sucked. I recently found one of those pieces. I thought if I kept writing I'd be able to do something of substance. It's depressing me to read it ON TOP of my depression.

Re: Tee Hee, Poetry!

Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 2:29 am
by LordRetard
Not cool, bro! Anything you do and then read again that turns out to be shit is "practice", and you should not feel bad about it. That's how I look at it.

Re: Tee Hee, Poetry!

Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 2:32 am
by AHMETxRock
I know I can do better, and I did a few short pieces that are decent. I think of some good dialogue for the story in my head I haven't mentioned cause I still can't draw anything of it, but that hardly counts. I'm sad because I can't do it.

Re: Tee Hee, Poetry!

Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 12:02 pm
by Felstaff
Hey, a limerick o' many parts! Callously ignored by the pricks at the ILC, I think it's quite good for an entire morning's work:
Occupying a space most Euclidian,
At the Cradle of Mankind's Meridian
Silently stood in sight
A monolith, upright
Made of pure shiny blackest obsidian.

Now this was the Dawning of Man's Era
This tale becomes significantly queerer
An inquisitive ape
Approached this strange shape
The urge to touch it was drawing nearer

The primitive creature was quite frightened
The tension was perceptibly heightened
The primate, all alone
Touched th'unnatural stone
And suddenly found itself enlightened

This primate, aware of its cognition
Could now learn violence of its own volition
Using a large bone
(Which later was thrown)
As a club weapon of deposition

Now cut to three million years later
Where mankind sent to the moon a freighter
The crew of which consists
Some lunar scientists
Who found something buried in a crater

What was it? What could it reveal?
This large slab of iron or steel
In the crater, secluded
The monolith exuded
A frequency pitched at a squeal

The scientists now had an expedition:
Decoding this strange high-pitched emission
The monolith projected
They found it was directed
To Jupiter; an alien transmission!

Mankind needed to explore this locale
A long-term voyage was their rationale
The astronauts' suspended
Animation was tended
By a kindly red-eyed robot called HAL

HAL was an integral part of the ship
With an incorruptible microchip
But to our distress,
I think you can guess:
His quizzical nature caused him to flip

HAL asked Dave to go do spacewalking chores
"A unit outside has been through the wars"
After getting it tested
Dave politely requested
"HAL, could you please open the pod-bay doors?"

Entrusting HAL was an error most grave
It became master, when once it was slave
In an impassioned tone
HAL said, with a drone:
"Sorry, I'm afraid I can't do that Dave"

HAL was a murderer, and he was crazy
No oxygen meant Dave had become hazy
To even the score
Dave destroyed HAL's core
Leaving him to sing slowly "Daisy, Daisy"

HAL had not ruined, but just interfered
The mission, which was what Control had feared
Dave spoke from the pod
They heard: "Oh My God
It's full of stars" he said, and disappeared.
Hit me up. (I do requests (for a fee (not Straw Dogs, or the Rocketeer (long story (well actually it's rather short (and not worthwhile (unless you like anecdotes based around Brook Shield's temper)))))))

Re: Tee Hee, Poetry!

Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 12:08 pm
by Sahan
So many brackets...