NationStates Jolt Archive

I think it's time for just that.

Here's what I came up with shortly after getting up this Sunday morning and I thought I'd share it with you.

Feel free to comment on it. (Dontcha worry, not only do I have thick skin - it's Ork hide!)
And please, show what you have achieved with words, or recite your favorite poem and tell us why you like it so much. ;)

This one's called

Armageddon

Da Lootas got shootas, an' Red Onez go fasta
Da Bigga da Ork, da moar likely da Masta

It's da Ork Gods Gork an' Mork ta satisfy
Spread yer Dakka Dakka Dakka before ya die

Crush'em an' shoot'em an' enjoy da terror
An' if ya shoot at da gits, who cares for ya error?

We'z here ta make WAAAGH on an unknown skale
An' send all dat's not Green to a fiery hell!

We'z got trukks an' bikes an' bik guns in our rows
Who needs ta shoot good when ya trade da blows?

We'z here wizz a vengeance and likely ta stay
'Coz da Orkish Spores neva go away

Da mobs are strong, an' angry, an' Green
Planetary Invazion like you neva seen

Wild onez from da woods an' bik Rokks from da Sky
Lil' Humie really think dat he'll live an' not die?

'Ere we go! We iz back an' about ta attack -
An' all ya can hear now is shootin’ an’ WAAAAAAAGH!

Rei's Poem
Mountain, heavy are the mountains
But that changes, with the passage of time
Sky, blue sky, what your eyes can't see, what your eyes can see
The sun, one, only one
Water, it is agreeable, Commander Ikari
Flowers, so many the same, so many without purpose
Sky, sky of red, red the color, the color I hate
Liquid flows, it drips, ripples, and pours
Blood, scent of blood, woman who does not bleed
From the red soil the humans come
Humans made by man and woman
City, a human creation
Eva, a human creation as well
What are humans?
Are they creations of God?
Humans, that which is created by humans
This is that which is mine
My life, my heart
I am a vessel for my thoughts
The entry plug, the throne of the soul
Who is this? This is me
Who am I? What am I? What am I? What am I?
I am I.
This object that is, is myself
That which forms me
This is the self that can be seen, and yet this is not like that which is myself
A strange feeling
My body feels as if it is melting
I can no longer see myself
My form, my shape fades from view
Awareness dawns of someone who is not me
Who is here? There? Beyond me, here
Shinji
This person I know, Major Katsuragi
Dr. Akagi
People, my classmates
The pilot of Unit Two
Commander Ikari
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?

I'm in an Eva mood this morning. :D

http://z4.invisionfree.com/Time_for_Nintendo/index.php?showtopic=403&st=0&#last

Here's a thread like this one that has poetry on it. BBC came up with the two I posted.

I'm in an Eva mood this morning. :D
That's a nice poem. I wonder why I've never heard of it before.
http://z4.invisionfree.com/Time_for_Nintendo/index.php?showtopic=403&st=0&#last

Here's a thread like this one that has poetry on it. BBC came up with the two I posted.
Unless you also provide me with your password the link is pretty useless. :(

I once knew a genie
With a ten-foot weenie
Who showed it to the girl next door
She thought it was a snake
And hit it with a rake
Now it's only five foot four.

seventeen sixteen fifteen four
never again, always some more
thirteen fourteen fifteen six


yeah.

seventeen sixteen fifteen four
never again, always some more
thirteen fourteen fifteen six

yeah.
What is it? Something you wrote? It has a nice drive to it.

The Orkish equivalent would be

One, two, three, many! :p

(No, we ain't too good with numbers...)

I once knew a genie
With a ten-foot weenie
Who showed it to the girl next door
She thought it was a snake
And hit it with a rake
Now it's only five foot four.
HAHAHA! That's funny.

HAHAHA! That's funny.

Too bad its not one of my originals.

Anyway, heres another:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
My dog is dead
He sniffed my shoe.

Unless you also provide me with your password the link is pretty useless. :(

War poem (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=00SlNX1rFLE)

OHM (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eA6ykQMVP3Y)

I just now wrote it.
Instant poem: Add ink, stirr...
I have to go now, I haz 20K posts.
I don't understand. I have 20 posts now.

What is it? Something you wrote? It has a nice drive to it.

The Orkish equivalent would be

One, two, three, many! :p

(No, we ain't too good with numbers...)

I just now wrote it.

I have to go now, I haz 20K posts.

War poem (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=00SlNX1rFLE)

Best episode of Blackadder. The poems and the coffee make it.

"Don't worry, I could go on all night!"
"Not with a bayonet through your neck you couldn't!"

Too bad its not one of my originals.

Anyway, heres another:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
My dog is dead
He sniffed my shoe.
Short and to the point. Besides, I had a squig once that sniffed my boot and dropped dead. Tasted delicious, though.
War poem (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=00SlNX1rFLE)

OHM (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eA6ykQMVP3Y)
The second War poem could easily be called "Orkish Guns" instead of German Guns.

The other "love" poem with OM would translate into Waaagh, a song about the love to make war!

Escape Velocity
by Vojvodina-Nihon

What upwards goes
Downwards returns;
But anyone knows
That doesn't hold true if it exceeds escape velocity and succeeds in departing the atmosphere, entering the lower-gravity environment of outer space, unless it reduces velocity immediately afterwards, causing it to immediately plunge back down through the atmosphere, where it burns.

I thought 'slam' meant to severely criticise?

Ode to Jerry 1962
My love has flew she did me dirt
Him did not know her was a flirt
To those in love let I forbid
Lest they be doed like I been did

Written in a birthday card to my wife. Her birthday was on the 18th of the month and our second son was born on the 14th.

Although I'm just a few days old
A little story I've been told
Of all the mothers in the land
You Mom are most grand

Happy birthday

I thought 'slam' meant to severely criticise?
Wiki thinks differently. But I was aware of the other meaning of "slam".

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poetry_slam
Ode to Jerry 1962
My love has flew she did me dirt
Him did not know her was a flirt
To those in love let I forbid
Lest they be doed like I been did
Hey, I like that!!! Clever, clever. Yours?

Escape Velocity
by Vojvodina-Nihon

What upwards goes
Downwards returns;
But anyone knows
That doesn't hold true if it exceeds escape velocity and succeeds in departing the atmosphere, entering the lower-gravity environment of outer space, unless it reduces velocity immediately afterwards, causing it to immediately plunge back down through the atmosphere, where it burns.
Now I'm no Mek and wouldn't know too much about space travel - I'm just along for the ride...

But it's fun to see that despite your use of a personal meter, your poem rhymes. :p

It was thundering a few days ago when I came up with this.

I gazed out into the sky and what did I see;
There was naught but chaos staring back at me.
Something comes to me the longer I stare.
If it all ended, would anyone care?
Does her gaze drift to the very same skies?
Or have I filled my head with horrid lies?
And suddenly, the skies grow clearer,
But I wonder, are we any nearer?

To answer the final question for the curious, "we" are ;)

It was thundering a few days ago when I came up with this.

I gazed out into the sky and what did I see;
There was naught but chaos staring back at me.
Something comes to me the longer I stare.
If it all ended, would anyone care?
Does her gaze drift to the very same skies?
Or have I filled my head with horrid lies?
And suddenly, the skies grow clearer,
But I wonder, are we any nearer?

To answer the final question for the curious, "we" are ;)
Ooh, I think we have a philosopher! Now, this is exactly what I was hoping to see. Thanks for sharing. And good for "you"!

(At first I thought it sounded vaguely familiar - then I realized it was your first line reminding me of "I looked through the window and surprised what I saw" from Fairies Wear Boots)

Your name is fantastic, but as a greenskin, I'm obligated to hate you and hope you roll 1s

Written in a birthday card to my wife. Her birthday was on the 18th of the month and our second son was born on the 14th.

Although I'm just a few days old
A little story I've been told
Of all the mothers in the land
You Mom are most grand

Happy birthday
There's little that wins a woman's heart like self-made poetry expressing your love. And congrats on the kid(s)!

(I wish Orks could have women and kids - all we have is spores...)

Your name is fantastic, but as a greenskin, I'm obligated to hate you and hope you roll 1s
I have a cleaver here that reads your name, dude! :p
Oi, who let out the #d-tards? *waves spatula*

Heehee... I have to say, the concept is a bit unoriginal:

There was a young man from Japan
Who wrote verse that never would scan;
....When asked pleasantly,
....He responded, "You see,
I always try to fit as many words into the last line of the limerick as I possibly can.

I'm not Japanese, by the way.
It's surprising and refreshing and simply put - great fun!

Now I'm no Mek
Oi, who let out the #d-tards? *waves spatula*

and wouldn't know too much about space travel - I'm just along for the ride...

But it's fun to see that despite your use of a personal meter, your poem rhymes. :p
Heehee... I have to say, the concept is a bit unoriginal:

There was a young man from Japan
Who wrote verse that never would scan;
....When asked pleasantly,
....He responded, "You see,
I always try to fit as many words into the last line of the limerick as I possibly can.

I'm not Japanese, by the way.

Wiki thinks differently. But I was aware of the other meaning of "slam".

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poetry_slam

Hey, I like that!!! Clever, clever. Yours?

Yep! An original. Jerry did me dirty and I was a little upset when I wrote it many years ago.

There's little that wins a woman's heart like self-made poetry expressing your love. And congrats on the kid(s)!

(I wish Orks could have women and kids - all we have is spores...)

I forgot to say the second son was born in 1971. And he and his wonderful wife have presented us with two fabulous grandchildren. :p

I have a cleaver here that reads your name, dude! :p


Feh, eat my obliterators

When I Was Six and You Were Eight


I think to the days when I was 6 and you were 8.
When a picture on a fridge was something beautiful and great.
When our biggest problems were that the marker didn’t work,
Or looking under the bed for monsters that may lurk.

And I think to the days when ‘kids calm down’ was a simple phrase,
And dreaming was the way we spent our days.
When walking on water was possible if we thought we could,
And “flying” off the play structure appeared an idea all too good.

And I think to the days when our ears were filled with songs sung to us,
And now all we hear is the rest of the world cuss.
When our biggest book was 34 pages long,
But now everything we read seems way too prolonged.

I think to the days when pb&j’s was all we ate,
Where a right answer was amazing and homework was great.
When questions about tomorrow seemed impossibly crazy,
And recesses were spent in the field, picking daisies.

I think to the days when clothes were picked for us,
And nobody ran out the door, trying to catch the bus.
And I think to the days when nothing was too late,
And everything was so much easier, ‘cause I was 6 and you were 8.


Written by: Kirah Heffner

1/8/07



Why Does Saying Goodbye Have to Hurt so Much?

Because no mater how you say it, it shatters glass
Because, though everyone denies it, most of the time it is forever.
Because it kills every hello you’ve ever said
Because it marks nothing but the end of everything.
Because it is a deceiving lie that good will come out of a simple phrase.
Because you can hide behind it. And...when the walls break down, that word is still hanging unspoken.
Because it never fully makes sense and always hits harder than expected.
Because the things you never wanted to say are whispered silently while speaking words that were meant not to harm.
Because sometimes it’s an accusation.
Because half the time, you don’t want to say it.
Because half the time it’s forced
And because that’s all it will ever be.

Too bad its not one of my originals.

Anyway, heres another:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
My dog is dead
He sniffed my shoe.

Funny.

Just to describe how delusional my brain is, here's three poems that have popped into my head, as of late.

Silk Road
Once upon a time, 'cross India I traveled
O'er roads so dry and firm
I rode a mighty Pachyderm
As my rugs unraveled.

The tale of my life

I know I've been barely getting enough sleep,
and I'm spending my days
in a bleary eyed haze
for want of a doze so deep.

Bed

Here we lie
In your bed
In my hand
I hold your head
As I say “let us be
shirt free”

This is one I wrote a while ago.

Still doesn't have a title

In the deadening silence of the new world order

The fools and the liars gather round to compound

The mistakes made by the cheats and the fakes

As the ashes of a world pile up outside their door

They move to a higher floor, they play their games

And never suspect that the cause of all their joy

Is the ever-present pain, and so they sit there

Isolated and ostracized, and wait for the day

When they collect their pay and run into the sky

Until it finds them, and the ashes of a world

And the memories of a new world order

Are all that is left

And the fakes and the cheats and the liars and the fools

Make a pyre for all of their own rules

And all who are left run from the vengeance

of an earth gone mad,

and there is nothing left.

Here is one I came up with while working on some home work
Note: I was doing homework on the Holocaust

When has the world gone wrong?

Why is it the way it is?

Was it because of that treaty?

The Treaty of Versailles?


Can we be saved?

Will their hearts lighten?

The hearts of the Nazi’s?

The soul of the people they killed?


They kill without regret,

The look of pleasure in their eyes,

Yet there is sadness,

The sadness of a thousand deaths.


His eyes lighten as he sees anyone in the line of death.

He stops the line and sneaks them out.

He pretends to be the enemy.

He helps us instead.


His name is Schindler,

And he’s our savior.

He is the solution to our suffering.

He helps ease the pain.


He’s the only one who helps us.

He helps us from the Holocaust.

The German Hitler scares us.

He tries to keep us in line.


Hitler thinks we’re a pest.

Our voices are left behind.

We say nothing so we stay safe.

We may get shot.


We believe in freedom for all,

And punishment for the evil people.

Who oppresses God’s children?

He oppresses us so we are hurt.


We are left in the dust.

Our work helps our demise.

If we refuse to listen,

They shoot us right there.


We are on a death field.

A war is going on where we stand.

It’s between us and them.

We are many religions.


We are many colors.

We have many religions.

He hates us all equally.

He only sees his own world.


There is the problem.

He thinks he can do whatever.

He can’t control us.

He doesn’t know the effect.


Who will help all of us?

All of Europe has turned on us.

Can we rely on other countries?

We wouldn’t know.


Now we have ourselves.

Maybe Schindler will reach us all.

I doubt that.

As a voice of all, we are alone.


But I know we have help.

We have help in high places.

What, in the love of God, has happened?

We are condemned to hate.


Is this punishment for our sins?

A punishment this big only in Europe?

It couldn’t be,

But we leave that in thought.


If we say anything of disgrace,

Disgrace towards the Nazis,

We are killed.

Shot in the heart both physically and emotionally.


We must join together,

But they’ll just kill us 1 by 1.

Without a thought,

They strike us.


We hope for the best,

But the best is yet to come.

They load us up.

We now stand in a train to death.


It’s night.

We are alone in the dark.

Can our suffering be ended now?

We’ll find out soon.


Our train has stopped.

Maybe we are saved.

New soldiers are here.

They don’t where Nazi uniforms.


Are these men our saviors?

They tell us to get out.

Their voices are gentile.

They cannot be part of Hitler’s army.


We wait outside.

After a while they say we are liberated.

We stand in shock.

Can this be real?


They transport us to where it’s safe.

They give us a place to rest.

They tell us we will be in good hands.

Thank God our torture has ended.

Here's one I came up with

Death is inevitable
We all face this master
The master that steals our lives
He just steals us to the never living

Depression is what he causes
We are experts of sadness
Me and my friend are masters
Masters of sadness

Our tears are never seen
Should they be revealed?
Crying is our happiness
Or is it just fear?

We fear our own lives
What will happen tomorrow?
Will we be alive?
Or will we be breathing through a tube?

We can't predict this
What is our happiness?
Do we feel happiness?
We have each other

We make each other strong
We know nothing about each other
Still, we give each other strength
Our friendship is all that matters

You will be my friend even if I don't know you
You are my friend Diana
Your sister is my enemy
Your other sisters hate me for not liking Paige

Should I go away?
Just because of Paige?
I shouldn't leave.
She is just a liar.

She acts innocent, but is a liar.
She is a liar to her sisters.
She makes Alexandria hate me.
All is not her fault, but she lies.

I am just a distant shadow.
Yet, you are the person I can talk to.
You are one that gives me strength.
My friends are the only ones that can help me.

You Diana,
Maria,
Jakway.
You guys help me.

You are my friends.
My strength.
But also my weakness.
I must leave you.

I am sorry.
I must box myself.
I am isolated.
Please help me.

Whew! I just collected all th poetry I had posted in the original "Poets of NS" thread. I thought I had lost them all in moving to NY.

In NSG did old LG
A stately, taco realm decree,
Where Mud, the sacred river, ran
Through threads measureless to man
Down to a spam-lit sea

Wiki thinks differently. But I was aware of the other meaning of "slam".

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poetry_slam

Hmm, ok, had never heard of this phrase.

Yep! An original. Jerry did me dirty and I was a little upset when I wrote it many years ago.

I forgot to say the second son was born in 1971. And he and his wonderful wife have presented us with two fabulous grandchildren. :p
Time flies when you're having... grandchildren!
Feh, eat my obliterators
Is that the Chaos-variant of "Eat my shorts!"?
When I Was Six and You Were Eight


Written by: Kirah Heffner

1/8/07

Ah, yes... those were the days!
Just to describe how delusional my brain is, here's three poems that have popped into my head, as of late.

The tale of my life

I know I've been barely getting enough sleep,
and I'm spending my days
in a bleary eyed haze
for want of a doze so deep.
The feeling is very familiar!

Bed

Here we lie
In your bed
In my hand
I hold your head
As I say “let us be
shirt free”
Yay!!! :D
This is one I wrote a while ago.

Still doesn't have a title

In the deadening silence of the new world order...
Reminds me of Necromunda and Hive Primus.

Here is one I came up with while working on some home work
Note: I was doing homework on the Holocaust
Wow. That is really dark - but when compared to the horrors that made up the Shoa...

It's good to see how you dealt with what cannot be comprehended.
Here's one I came up with
And did you get the help you asked for?
Whew! I just collected all th poetry I had posted in the original "Poets of NS" thread. I thought I had lost them all in moving to NY.
Ain't they nice, the little surprises life gives us?
In NSG did old LG
A stately, taco realm decree,
Where Mud, the sacred river, ran
Through threads measureless to man
Down to a spam-lit sea
Now I'm hungry.

Orks: Yes they are. Also, going over my old poetry has got me in the frame of mind to (maybe) start writing again. I haven't written a poem in since 1993 or early 1994.

http://www.greensmilies.com/smile/smiley_emoticons_mrfledermaus01.gif

The Count (you know who), he was thirsty
And today was his 600th birthday
So he went to a bar
In his coach (not some car!)
To have drinks with and from a young lady.