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Post by buxom9sorceress on Mar 21, 2016 17:00:31 GMT -5
Looming out of the dawn and the rising sun’s glow, Comes the greatest of kings from an age long ago, Summoned forth from the night in Bran’s hour of need; Here the flaxen-haired Norsemen to measure and lead, There the greatest of empires, the foe he must face, Amidst heathery hills in a strange unknown place. Hail, Kull of Valusia! - His name and his fame, Old Gonar persuades him to suffer the game, Kull’s presence here now but a dream … or a spell, The battle before him a tale yet to tell.
Very good Howardian stuff. Thanks Kail. [ i'm not very familiar with the details of the Bran or Kull tales, now. [ i read and enjoyed some of them years ago. ] so i will let experts like yourself [ and other poets ] regale my norse soul with verses of crimson 'Kull'-ing fields, and a rhyming diet of Bran. ] ==== ==== what weird verses will be next to emerge from our Pit of new poetry... prodded from behind by a guiding twisted quill ?
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Apr 1, 2016 23:03:10 GMT -5
~~~ Valeria forever ~~~ She first drew sword and blood in gory Red Nails From popular big Film her Avatar hails She seeks blood and thunder and Howardian plunder Proof that Valeria-Spirit never fails. ~~~~~ [ by Bux ] -- Dedicated to our new Lady Member 'Valeria Spirit'.
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Post by buxom9sorceress on May 12, 2016 0:58:52 GMT -5
~~~ half a moon away ~~~ ...most poets are about half-mad for about half the time? i should know... i have been a 'were-poet' myself for about half a moon, each tortured month... we use words and rhymes to let some of our 'demons' dangle about half way out and to cover up our failing sanity. we try to disguise our melting souls but other poets can see right through our half exposed truths and decaying cobwebbed lies... the dust and motes of jaded life float half unseen behind our tired eyes. but the dust scurries and scatters away like half terrified mice when we read a new poem which rings a half heard bell and our eyes can gleam and sparkle anew? ~~~~~ [ by a half-mooning Bux. -- a plain prose poem: this is very rare & unusual from my arcane quill. MIRROR-THIEF inspired me with his recent poems. Usually i am obsessed with rhyming. after i wrote this poem i had to resist a very strong desire to re-write it in rhyme.] ==== So please post your own new poems in here and make my eyes gleam and sparkle anew?
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Post by themirrorthief on May 12, 2016 12:34:47 GMT -5
wow, impressive Buxie very honest
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Post by buxom9sorceress on May 14, 2016 1:08:32 GMT -5
wow, impressive Buxie very honest Hey Mirror-T, thanks very much for your feedback comments. Glad you enjoyed my 'half a moon away' poem. I wrote it for you and all other poets who gawp up at the moon from all over our crazy wide human world. Let's all give out a loud lupine howl that even Howard might hear, and celebrate our weird art by writing another new poem... -- Howard fans rock !
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Post by valeriaspirit on May 15, 2016 4:36:34 GMT -5
Dear poetry lovers -
Better got to another post, because this is only doggerel, at best. :-) Still, with the warm encouragement of Bux, I dug up this example of my previous efforts at rhyming from the Lugosiphilia list. I was inspired by an anecdote related in Robert Cremer's bio of Bela Lugosi, *Lugosi: The Man Behind the Cape,* in which he and Peter Lorre (both Hungarian compatriots) purloined a mortuary clock next door to Lorre's home, whose chiming had been disturbing Lorre's rest.
I call it “Mortuaris Reductis Absurdam” –
One night at Peter’s birthday bash,
When the other guests had departed
Peter cried into Bela’s ear,
He was almost broken-hearted.
“It’s that mortuary clock next door,
I’m at my last wit’s end!
It clangs and chimes on every hour
Help! I’m going ‘round the bend!”
A gleam appeared in Bela’s eye,
And he said with a mischievous grin,
“We’ll heist the thing – then you’ll
Have peace and quiet again!”
So off they went, ladder in hand
And stood it up to the wall
Whereon the clock was mounted
And Bela said he’d give it his all.
Along came a cop, one of LA’s finest,
And spotted the suspicious pair.
It didn’t take him long to recognize
The famous fiends, with Bela up in the air.
The cop would have taken them off to the clink,
But his concerns they were quick to allay.
After all, they could think on their feet
So they told him, “We’re rehearsing a play!”
And so the story goes that in later years,
Peter proudly displayed that clock
On his mantel – and the two fiends
Never did get caught!
- May 19, 1999
More to come, if you can stand it! :-)
Valeria Spirit
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Post by valeriaspirit on May 15, 2016 10:50:21 GMT -5
So, here's my first effort at something in the REH universe -
There was a young writer named Sprague,
Who thought REH rather vague.
"The Romans had stirrups??!!
Not in AD 40 in Europe!
But thanks to me his rep will be made!"
Will attempt more, better as my REH-verse expertise increases! :-)
Valeria Spirit
PS - Comments welcome!
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Post by buxom9sorceress on May 19, 2016 3:51:05 GMT -5
Hi Valeria. Welcome to the 'pit' of members own poetry. Thanks very much for sharing your 2 poems with us. My fave is the 'lugosi-lorre fun': very nicely done and entertaining. I look forward to more from your vampire-fang quill. ==== BTW, did you see my tribute poem to Valeria / You ? ====
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Post by valeriaspirit on May 19, 2016 16:06:18 GMT -5
Dear Bux -
The first time I've seen myself in verses bold;
Honoured I am to be memorialized so.
The flash of swords, the gleam of gold,
Drenched in blood and dripping gore,
But ever-living as the tales are told.
Thank you!
Valeria Spirit
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Post by buxom9sorceress on May 20, 2016 12:18:09 GMT -5
Dear Bux - The first time I've seen myself in verses bold; Honoured I am to be memorialized so. The flash of swords, the gleam of gold, Drenched in blood and dripping gore, But ever-living as the tales are told. Thank you! Valeria Spirit Dear Valeria, your verse is great. Your poetic talent shines bright. Thanks very much for your lovely poetic reply. ==== ==== >> Here's a bit more Conan antics... ~~~~~ Under Fortress of Zambuu the evil Satrap tried to catch Conan in a deadly rat trap. When Conan left the scheming liar: The shaking perfumed ass was on fire and his screaming shaven head stuck in the cat flap. ~~~~~ [ by Bux ]
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Post by Von K on May 22, 2016 5:36:08 GMT -5
~~~ half a moon away ~~~ ...most poets are about half-mad for about half the time? i should know... ... Interesting verse Bux, thanks, and more than half-true too I'd guess. Never thought I'd see an unrhymed verse from you!
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Post by Von K on May 22, 2016 5:43:49 GMT -5
Speaking about the Legions ... Looming out of the dawn and the rising sun’s glow, Comes the greatest of kings from an age long ago, Summoned forth from the night in Bran’s hour of need;
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Great rendition from Kings of the Night there Kail, thanks!
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Post by Von K on May 22, 2016 5:48:24 GMT -5
I call it “Mortuaris Reductis Absurdam” – One night at Peter’s birthday bash, When the other guests had departed Peter cried into Bela’s ear, He was almost broken-hearted. ... Interesting anecdote to base a rhyme on Valeria, thanks!
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Post by Von K on May 22, 2016 6:13:35 GMT -5
This ones more of a lyric than a verse/poem.
~:Caloosahatchee Canoe:~Away beyond Miami Where roamed the old Caloo I laboured like a beaver To build a great canoe. Far in the depths of Florida On the banks of the Kissimmee I launched my native prideful ship With none but the crocs to see. Of cord and branch and hide and sap My doughty craft was made. Then I rowed at last as my boat skimmed fast O’er the streams of the Everglade. ~:End:~
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Post by valeriaspirit on May 23, 2016 3:19:16 GMT -5
Thank you! The pleasure is all mine, Von K! I had a lot of fun writing it - but that was back in 1999, and I haven't written any poetry in about 10 years. So I am hoping that REH and Conan will provide me the inspiration to write more. :-) Valeria Spirit
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