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Post by buxom9sorceress on Feb 27, 2016 18:48:03 GMT -5
>> ONLY for our Members OWN new poems, ONLY. << //////////////////////////////////// PIT OF SET [ New Poetry ] -- Welcome to The 'PIT OF SET'. >> NB. >> This special topic is ONLY for our Members OWN new poems, ONLY. Please post your own poems [ written by YOU ] in here? Any types of your poetry [ rhyming, + non-rhyming [plain prose] ] are welcome in here. Any genre [subject] are welcome in here. So any swords & sorcery, fantasy, horror, science fiction, battles, etc... poems written by you, are all welcome in here. == > So please post your OWN new poems in here: serious works, or fun mild limericks, all are welcome in here. If you are a Poet who posted your works in our 'old closed forum', then please re-post some of your own poems in here? This PIT OF SET poetry topic is a special showcase and safe haven for all the poetry created by our Members. This is the friendly place to post and practice your OWN new poems. [ and novice poets can easily begin in here, and grow in confidence with good experience ] Enjoy your creative selves in here. This is the best place to find new poetry shining up from the dark depths. The PIT OF SET is deep enough to swallow and regurgitate an entire universe of new poetry... Have fun. ==== /////////////////////////// ==== OTHER POETS ==== >> if you want to post fave poems by OTHER poets [ NOT written by you ] you can easily post them in our SWORDS & WORDS [ Poetry ] - topic swordsofreh.proboards.com/thread/136/swords-words-poetry[ it is for fave poems by other poets, + song lyrics ] ====
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Feb 27, 2016 18:50:54 GMT -5
~~~~~ Of heroic struggles and monsters smitten,
more tales are lost than kept and written.
So come ye to my tower keep
and lie beside afore we sleep.
I relax you first with soothing tones
then tell of terrors to shake your bones.
Chants of weird Hyborian stories
and barbarian kings and battle glories:
With these and more i fill your dreams
to see you smile and hear your screams.
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--- devil's chant ---
We will give you the hottest welcomes
when your time to visit hell comes
when you find there are no angels and no clouds.
We won't sing no 'halleluja' or no 'gloria'
but you can dance with all the famous of Hyboria
across our coals in your tatty bloody shrouds.
Now don't think me mad or cruel
as we use your souls for fuel
in our carbon-neutral dragon-skull evil font.
There is just one mighty soul i'm missing:
on my tail he keeps dancing and pissing;
yes, that damned Conan is the trophy i most want.
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[ poems by Bux ]
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Feb 27, 2016 18:51:48 GMT -5
~~~ Giant Bard ~~~ There was a tough Texan boxer called Bob who had a very hard 'work from home' Job Between his old Mother's chronic sick care he typed all hours at his desk in his chair. From domestic life he got no glories so he invented his fantastic stories To escape from his very troubled mind he wrote fantasy heroes of every kind. 3. He walked tall in dark magazines of pulp His horror tales made readers gasp and gulp He could ride and sail across His wide world and fight wild as bloody pages unfurled. Since he left fans in a deluge of tears his fame has grown huge over passing years His flame died young in crazy mind-warped times The world now salutes his great tales and rhymes. With stronger faster heroes in adventures high powered Over most others, his stories and poetry towered With praises across time he is repeatedly showered There will never be another giant bard like Howard. ~~~~~ [ by Buxom Sorceress -- 2015 ] - My latest tribute poem to REHoward. == [ verses are in meter 10, except last verse in meter 14 ]
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Feb 27, 2016 18:52:52 GMT -5
--- 5 fun limericks --- [ all by Bux ] There was a young Lady from Punt who performed a spectacular stunt. The excitement went soaring as the male crowd were roaring. But it could only be seen from the front. ==== There was a young Queen of Zamboula. A fun loving girl named Tallula. Robbed by her Jester for years, his eyes were laughing with tears. It was just too easy to fool her. ==== Oh hubble, bubble, toil and trouble a shaken Spear has burst my bubble. My cauldron has blown The demon has flown Pray find me under this castle rubble. ==== a famous big slayer who was bored was given a quest by his Lord across mountains and rivers he raced the huge jaws of the beast he faced he said 'Crom, i've forgotten me sword!' ==== An exotic young lady named Isis was having a bit of a crisis while giving a spank she had broken her Ankh so was having to put up her prices. ====
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2016 3:20:53 GMT -5
~~~ Giant Bard ~~~ There was a tough Texan boxer called Bob who had a very hard 'work from home' Job Between his old Mother's chronic sick care he typed all hours at his desk in his chair. From domestic life he got no glories so he invented his fantastic stories To escape from his very troubled mind he wrote fantasy heroes of every kind. 3. He walked tall in dark magazines of pulp His horror tales made readers gasp and gulp He could ride and sail across His wide world and fight wild as bloody pages unfurled. Since he left fans in a deluge of tears his fame has grown huge over passing years His flame died young in crazy mind-warped times The world now salutes his great tales and rhymes. With stronger faster heroes in adventures high powered Over most others, his stories and poetry towered With praises across time he is repeatedly showered There will never be another giant bard like Howard. ~~~~~ [ by Buxom Sorceress -- 2015 ] - My latest tribute poem to REHoward. == [ verses are in meter 10, except last verse in meter 14 ] lovely tribute to REH there Buxom9sorceress
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Post by Von K on Feb 29, 2016 7:47:37 GMT -5
Hey, a shiny new poetry thread - thanks Bux! Here's a handful of Limericks I wrote for the old forum: ~:Za-zar:~A young jungle lord called Za-zar Tripped and fell into Pellucidar. ‘Well, now that I’m here, Might as well crack a beer, ‘Cuz I ain’t walkin’ back, no sirrah!’ ~: Cynewulf:~There once was a Cynewulf the Thane, Berserkergang devil insane, He struck right and left Shields and helmets he cleft, And waded through blood, guts and brain. ~:Quit that Gawkin’:~One fine day I fared forth to spelunk, Cracked my crown on a cliff with a clunk. As my head sorely bled, Spied a chipmunk, and said: “Quit that gawkin’, you hairy quidnunc!” The next one took its cue from one of Kail’s treble rhyming finishers: ~:Shavin’ Brave:~There once was a Florida brave Who came down to the creek for a shave. But he had a great shock In the creek was a croc: So the brave went and shaved in a cave. ~:The Slunkety Skunk:~There once was a slunkety skunk Who had a deep thinkety thunk. "If I make tourists run With some stinkety fun I can chomp all their picnicy junk."
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Post by Von K on Feb 29, 2016 9:11:44 GMT -5
Great to have a place to post stuff again! Another old one from me: ~:Cap’n Quarrelsome:~From a field of wild cactus there came Somethin’ large of notorious fame. Cap’n Kidd galloped out Draggin’ Brek by the snout: 'Hey, you varmint, I won’t play your game.’ And so Brek gave the rein a great yank, Cap’n Kidd rolled right down on his shank Landin’ Brek on his rear With his pant legs all sheared: ‘Why, you blamed cussin’ blankety blank!’ Cap’n neighed, and he laughed at his lot, Then he stormed through the bresh like a shot. Brek he dusted his breeks, Wiped the dust from his cheeks: ‘Sech a hot-head. I’d just plumb forgot.’
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Mar 3, 2016 22:31:31 GMT -5
~~~ Giant Bard ~~~ There was a tough Texan boxer called Bob who had a very hard 'work from home' Job Between his old Mother's chronic sick care he typed all hours at his desk in his chair. From domestic life he got no glories so he invented his fantastic stories To escape from his very troubled mind he wrote fantasy heroes of every kind. 3. He walked tall in dark magazines of pulp His horror tales made readers gasp and gulp He could ride and sail across His wide world and fight wild as bloody pages unfurled. Since he left fans in a deluge of tears his fame has grown huge over passing years His flame died young in crazy mind-warped times The world now salutes his great tales and rhymes. With stronger faster heroes in adventures high powered Over most others, his stories and poetry towered With praises across time he is repeatedly showered There will never be another giant bard like Howard. ~~~~~ [ by Buxom Sorceress -- 2015 ] - My latest tribute poem to REHoward. == [ verses are in meter 10, except last verse in meter 14 ] lovely tribute to REH there Buxom9sorceress Thanks very much, Hun. I really appreciate your feedback. I put a lot of thought and effort into that 'Giant Bard' poem.
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Mar 3, 2016 23:00:29 GMT -5
Hey, a shiny new poetry thread - thanks Bux! Here's a handful of Limericks I wrote for the old forum: ~:Za-zar:~A young jungle lord called Za-zar Tripped and fell into Pellucidar. ‘Well, now that I’m here, Might as well crack a beer, ‘Cuz I ain’t walkin’ back, no sirrah!’ ~: Cynewulf:~There once was a Cynewulf the Thane, Berserkergang devil insane, He struck right and left Shields and helmets he cleft, And waded through blood, guts and brain. ~:Quit that Gawkin’:~One fine day I fared forth to spelunk, Cracked my crown on a cliff with a clunk. As my head sorely bled, Spied a chipmunk, and said: “Quit that gawkin’, you hairy quidnunc!” The next one took its cue from one of Kail’s treble rhyming finishers: ~:Shavin’ Brave:~There once was a Florida brave Who came down to the creek for a shave. But he had a great shock In the creek was a croc: So the brave went and shaved in a cave. ~:The Slunkety Skunk:~There once was a slunkety skunk Who had a deep thinkety thunk. "If I make tourists run With some stinkety fun I can chomp all their picnicy junk." Hey VK, thanks for posting some of your fave own verses in here. I always enjoy reading them. ==== More are welcome. We need to give this very special supernatural 'Pit' even more 'bardic substance' and 'scrolls of word power'. Set commands us. "By the caressing slimey Tongue of Set ! I shall not fail him." ==== ==== >> another verse from my old tome... ~~~ Corrag the Cimmerian has another hassled day: kicked out of bed by his nagging buxom lay; he stole her coins with which to pay for his horse's stable fees and hay. ~~~
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Post by Von K on Mar 4, 2016 15:09:03 GMT -5
I'll post a couple more old ones Bux, then maybe a couple of new ones. Maybe post your REH trib poem in the REH Tribute thread as well? Here’s a narrative string of Sailor Steve Costigan limericks which I originally posted on the old thread… ~:Bucko Brent:~Well that ol' Bucko Brent was a thug, He was bullying, haughty and smug. When he mocked the Sea Girl Then my wrath did unfurl And my fist laid him out like a rug. To a dirty old trick did he stoop, He threw sand in my face with a scoop. In a red raging mist I swung wild with my fist And I socked him right over the poop. With a squawk and a mighty kerplunk Straight under the briney he sunk. I dived over the side And I hauled up his hide, Laid his carcass on deck with a thunk. He said, ‘Costigan, how could this happ’n?’ ‘You boob head,’ I said, ‘quit your flapp’n. Stow the gab, for it’s grim If a sailor can’t swim.’ ‘Aw hell, Steve,’ he said ‘don’t tell the Cap’n!’
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Mar 6, 2016 23:47:25 GMT -5
~~~ 'Hell is Yellow' ~~~ In the Shadizar Club 'Hell is Yellow' lusty music and wild pleasure doth bellow Customers were given bananas The girls wore only yellow bandanas In the hall naked Madame plays the Cello. Their hottest girls all come from afar where most desert folks worship Ra If you can afford the treasure they will give you great pleasure The busty Madame is Queen La of Opar. ~~~~~ [ 2 new fun limericky verses by Bux ] Inspired by Kail's 'yellow bordello' verse. ==== ==== > Thanks to KAIL and VK for your posted verses. Tis good to be posting our poems together again. What else can your powerful Quills launch into the mysterious depths of the Pit of Set?
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Mar 12, 2016 23:41:28 GMT -5
~~~ Cruel Wind ~~~
As the howling Wind moans
it cuts deep through my bones.
It pierces so icy cold
it makes me feel old.
The glacial chill saps my will,
thus numbed, I feel so ill.
When my blue fate doth unfold
my frozen soul will be sold
by a norse wind grim and bold...
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[ by Buxom Sorceress ]
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[ i hate the cruel cold weather ]
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[ another poem from my vault ]
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Mar 16, 2016 6:00:44 GMT -5
~~~~~ There was a Clan Champion called Kail Led with his bloodcurdling yell and a smile. The Legions of road marching feet were crushed by their biggest defeat Towering above the wall, Roman dead in huge pile. ~~~~~ [ by Bux ] ==== inspired by Kail's 'king o’er the Wall' limerick. - Thanks Kail.
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Post by trescuinge on Mar 17, 2016 20:20:26 GMT -5
When my blue fate doth unfold my frozen soul will be sold by a norse wind grim and bold... ~~~ [ by Buxom Sorceress ] ====
Nice!
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Mar 18, 2016 18:08:19 GMT -5
When my blue fate doth unfold my frozen soul will be sold by a norse wind grim and bold... ~~~ [ by Buxom Sorceress ] ==== Nice!
Thanks very much for your reply. feedback like yours will encourage me to post more poems. ---- [ now i've been invited to jump into a warmed up bed... tally ho ! ]
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