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Post by buxom9sorceress on Sept 14, 2016 18:47:27 GMT -5
~~~ Voice of Conquest ~~~ I broke out of Cimmeria hungry for life, I hewed my way up with axe, sword and knife. I rode down the 'Road of Kings' in eternal strife. I enjoyed many buxom beauties while avoiding a wife. ... >[ this is a fave from my vault ] Thanks for the repost from your vault Bux! Hope life's not treating you too unkindly. I've not written much verse recently either. Here's one from the old board, which was inspired by some of Frazetta's imagery, like The Destroyer and Death Dealer, and REH's poetry and theme of one man against the multitude: ~:The Warrior:~27/1/2015 They swarmed in droves to slay him And surged as they thronged him round, But he cast them back as corpses At the foot of the Grim God’s mound. Dead bodies heaped about him And ravens cloaked the sky, The wolves slunk through the shadows, Yet the warrior would not die. And the foes that had tried to stay him Lay silent cold and still As he leaned at last on a great notched blade At the crest of the blood soaked hill. The original title was 'The Dark Man' but I changed it to 'The Warrior' as Dark Man to most REH fans would refer more specifically either to REH himself or his Gaelic hero Turlogh Dubh. All best VK Thanks very much, VK. I have always liked your 'the warrior' poem. [ tis great to post some of our older fave creations in here. new members will not have seen em before. ] Best wishes.
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Sept 14, 2016 18:54:20 GMT -5
The Swampfire Queen and Lucky Jim - great names for riverboats! Thanks. Here is another new tale from my swamp... ~~~ The Swampfire Queen ~~~ The crowd on the Lucky Jim, gambling saw weird shadows in swamp, shambling Viewed swampfire lights from the riverboat Captain went mute, something coiled round his throat. The 'Swampfire Queen' was a Wet Witch A toad licking human eating bitch On a giant grim-smiling blue Toad she hiss-laughed as she nakedly rode. Toad had bitten a gator in two Shocked crowd on lost boat began to spew. She put on a weird doomy show She lit her own brightly coloured farts The black evil swamp now all aglow Juggling eyes and colours were her arts. Some screaming folks jumped overboard A few ravenous gators gave chase Many captures her Toad's tongue, scored She liked to peel off each human face. The 'Lucky Jim' was never seen again Only captain's talking Parrot was found Squawked "Lucky Jim" at the terrified men. Some bleeding victims still shaking and bound While the witch spat raw brains onto the Mound. ~~~~~ [ by Buxom Sorceress -- 2016 ] -- [po82] - Back to full on very weird horror for my bloody quill. The eldritch 'mound' is well hidden deep into the vast swamp: it has been there long before the land flooded; the ebon witch worships and obeys the arcane evil inside.
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Post by Von K on Sept 14, 2016 21:30:03 GMT -5
Thanks for your new poem Bux! I had thought the Swampfire Queen was a riverboat, so my bad there.
I think even Larry Correia's swamp dwelling Humboldt Folk would be extremely intimidated by the Swampfire Queen, and that's sayin' something.
Hope I don't accidentally run into her whilst out in my Caloosahatche Canoe! Might have to slap an outboard motor on the keel, just in case.
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Sept 16, 2016 3:57:32 GMT -5
Thanks for your new poem Bux! I had thought the Swampfire Queen was a riverboat, so my bad there. I think even Larry Correia's swamp dwelling Humboldt Folk would be extremely intimidated by the Swampfire Queen, and that's sayin' something. Hope I don't accidentally run into her whilst out in my Caloosahatche Canoe! Might have to slap an outboard motor on the keel, just in case. Dear VK, thanks, glad you enjoyed the new poem. [ i hinted that the swampfire queen might be a riverboat, in my earlier swamp poem. but my witch idea was taking form out of the evil muddy depths... ] Thanks for the 'Humboldt Folk' info. anybody wrote a dark poem about them? - hope you have a fast canoe - faster than a giant blue 18 foot long monster Toad with its long tongue of sticky doom?? ==== ~~~~~ so come pull your sticky quill out of the mud and spill us some verses from your arcane blood... ~~~~~
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Post by Von K on Sept 16, 2016 18:27:20 GMT -5
hope you have a fast canoe - faster than a giant blue 18 foot long monster Toad with its long tongue of sticky doom?? Yep, fast I paddled as my boat skedaddled O'er the streams of the Everglades. Like a fiend I rowed o'er the streams that flowed Through the swamps of the Everglades. Y'know Bux, later on I told an old fisherman about that giant blue toad I saw in the swamps that night. He leaned back in his seat, took a toke on his pipe, and said sagely: "Dude, have you been huffin' paint?" Soon as I got back home I got straight on the phone to the Monster Hunters International... A gravely voice on the other end of the line said: "That there's the Swampfire Queen. No one's collected the bounty on her yet." What happened next is a long story... but I'm still too choked up to talk about it...and I still resent gettn' assigned to chicken bait duty with the MHI team, all on account of me not knowing which end of an RPG was which... The upshot was that still no one's collected the bounty on the Swampfire Queen. She gave us the slip. She's still out there...
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Sept 18, 2016 20:04:27 GMT -5
hope you have a fast canoe - faster than a giant blue 18 foot long monster Toad with its long tongue of sticky doom?? Yep, fast I paddled as my boat skedaddled O'er the streams of the Everglades. Like a fiend I rowed o'er the streams that flowed Through the swamps of the Everglades. Y'know Bux, later on I told an old fisherman about that giant blue toad I saw in the swamps that night. He leaned back in his seat, took a toke on his pipe, and said sagely: "Dude, have you been huffin' paint?" Soon as I got back home I got straight on the phone to the Monster Hunters International... A gravely voice on the other end of the line said: "That there's the Swampfire Queen. No one's collected the bounty on her yet." What happened next is a long story... but I'm still too choked up to talk about it...and I still resent gettn' assigned to chicken bait duty with the MHI team, all on account of me not knowing which end of an RPG was which... The upshot was that still no one's collected the bounty on the Swampfire Queen. She gave us the slip. She's still out there... I consider your post to be good prose poetry. Thanks very much for adding more tale to the 'swampfire lore'. >> [ all the toads and ravens are spies for the powerful Wet Witch: so no humans can ever surprise or ambush her. She can even breathe underwater, so she can travel and hunt in complete secret and silence, when she wants to. she does not bother the swamp folks much [ some claim she trades with them, gives them money from her wealthier victims, and helps them in healing rituals? ] because she prefers to hunt fat tourists from riverboat gambling and tours. most of the missing humans are blamed with drinking accidents, and gator attacks. she only kills about 20 or 30 humans per year. sometimes she takes out a few National Guard weekend soldiers who train on the edge of the swamp. a SEAL team once hunted deep in the swamp: they got within 2 miles of her sacred mound. they were never seen again, and now the Law ignore rumours of supernatural swamp creatures. And she has probably given birth to hundreds of swamp folk over very many years of her hauntings. ] ==== Hey guys, what will inspire your next poem or limerick?
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Post by Von K on Sept 19, 2016 16:46:37 GMT -5
Hi Bux!
I guess I ought to have clarified that, along with the swamp dwelling Humboldt Folk, Monster Hunters International is author Larry Correia's invention, too. He's written a whole series of very popular Urban Fantasy books based on his Monster Hunters.
Thx for all the xtra lore on Swampfire Queen!
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 20, 2016 18:29:36 GMT -5
I met a swamp queen who wore no britches she told me that swamp witches never wash their dishes
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 20, 2016 18:34:10 GMT -5
Conan and Spock sat listening to the red hot chili peppers Conan was tired from decapitating annoying lepers they sat munching pizza and dreaming of winsome girls Spock said he preferred his from out of this world
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Sept 24, 2016 21:45:55 GMT -5
I met a swamp queen who wore no britches she told me that swamp witches never wash their dishes Hey Mirror-t, thanks for joining in the fun with your 'swamp queen' verse. And your 'Conan and Spock' is good fun. ==== Conan and Spock together is a very good twisted weird fun idea. It has got me very amused and thinking. It may inspire some similar poetic fun from my classic photon-torpedo quill with the pointed green ears...?
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Sept 24, 2016 21:51:32 GMT -5
~~~ Victims of the Swamp Witch ~~~
She liked to hear their pained loud cries
But she plucked out their weeping eyes
So they could not see her lust rise
While she bit chunks out of their thighs.
~~~~~
[ more brutal swamp horror by Bux ]
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 25, 2016 9:34:34 GMT -5
ouch
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Post by deuce on Oct 3, 2016 20:45:53 GMT -5
A little something I came up with earlier today. You always wanted me to post something, Bux. Dolmen of the Moon
It looms, as I stand in the shadows' length, Amazed before a cyclopean Door. Immense, it glowers before me in sullen strength. Strong, gigantic, but ages-scarred and hoar.
On the threshold, with sudden pause, I hear a ghostly echo of titanic claws. My soul, whose fears I cannot quell, Bids me kneel down and murmur low Incantations of warding, as I know Therein dark, star-born secrets dwell.
~ F.Wm. von Junzt ~Von Junzt was a poet, according to REH, and that reminds me of something he might have written. He lived around the same time as Poe and I was kinda going for that vibe.
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Oct 4, 2016 0:07:33 GMT -5
A little something I came up with earlier today. You always wanted me to post something, Bux. Dolmen of the Moon
It looms, as I stand in the shadows' length, Amazed before a cyclopean Door. Immense, it glowers before me in sullen strength. Strong, gigantic, but ages-scarred and hoar.
On the threshold, with sudden pause, I hear a ghostly echo of titanic claws. My soul, whose fears I cannot quell, Bids me kneel down and murmur low Incantations of warding, as I know Therein dark, star-born secrets dwell.
~ F.Wm. von Junzt ~Von Junzt was a poet, according to REH, and that reminds me of something he might have written. He lived around the same time as Poe and I was kinda going for that vibe. Hiya Deuce. Your 'Dolmen of the Moon' is a superbly crafted mythos related poem. High quality, very well done. [ and the art is great, too. ] Von Junzt, REH and Lovecraft will all be pleased and proud. i hope to hear more from the uncoiling poet who has been trapped deep inside your weird mind? Many thanks for sharing.
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Post by Von K on Oct 4, 2016 14:14:53 GMT -5
A little something I came up with earlier today. You always wanted me to post something, Bux. Dolmen of the Moon
It looms, as I stand in the shadows' length, Amazed before a cyclopean Door. Immense, it glowers before me in sullen strength. Strong, gigantic, but ages-scarred and hoar.
On the threshold, with sudden pause, I hear a ghostly echo of titanic claws. My soul, whose fears I cannot quell, Bids me kneel down and murmur low Incantations of warding, as I know Therein dark, star-born secrets dwell.
~ F.Wm. von Junzt ~Von Junzt was a poet, according to REH, and that reminds me of something he might have written. He lived around the same time as Poe and I was kinda going for that vibe. That’s a fabulous verse Deuce, and very fitting for something from Von Junzt. I hope we’ll see a fair few more in this vein from your pen.
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