Once upon an island, airy, as I conjured green and scaly, Over many a quaint species of fantastic lore, As I chanted, staff extended, suddenly there came a cracking, As of something gently hatching, hatching on my chamber floor. ‘Tis but a failure,’ I muttered, ‘hatching on my chamber floor – Only this and nothing more.’
Ah distinctly, I remember, on that first morning in September, And each shining taper cast its hope upon the floor, Eagerly, in my chateau – though in vain I thought it so – From my staff a magic glow: a serpent’s egg with soft décor. For that rare and radiant egg that wizards all adore... A Mountain egg, nothing more.
And the sad aquatic hue of several silken pedestal blue Chilled me – filled me with draconic terrors from the months before; So that now, to calm the throbbing of my aching heart, I stood repeating ‘This eyesore I can ignore, hatching on my chamber floor, Attempt, I will, Sapphire encore, wherefore a wizard, we are sure, This we are, right to the core!’
Presently, my voice grew louder, firmly cleaving blue egg asunder, ‘Rain,’ said I, ‘and Mountain truly, your co’peration I implore. But the fact is you’ve been slacking, for too sweetly you’ve been sighing, And so softly you’ve been squeezing, beyond the epic island’s door, That I scarcely want to keep you.’ Here I opened wide that door: ‘IT IS TIME TO GET HARDCORE!!!’
Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, hoping, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no wizard dared to dream before. A whole day I stood there, waitin’, though the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word ‘Sapphire:’ This I whispered and an echo murmured back the word ‘Sapphire;’ With crying eyes I did admire.
Back into my tower turning, all the magic within me burning, Anon again I heard a cracking somewhat louder than before. ‘Surely’ said I, ‘surely that sound is coming from the nests, Let me see then, what thereat is, and the Sapphire I require Let my heart be still a moment, though my feelings all awhirl, For this blue dragon named “LostGirl”.’
Edit: With original credit to Edgar Allen Poe "The Raven" for the meter and rhyme scheme and most of the words.
"Will you breed within my island?" said the Mountain to the Rain, "'Tis the prettiest little island to watch them go insane; The way into my island is up high up in the sky, And we have many fails to make in hopes this player cries." "Oh no, no," said the Rain, "to ask me is poor taste; For I am busy making gold and time I do not waste."
"But this vendetta I do have; I like to be a pain. On my island we will laugh" said the Mountain to the Rain. "There are mud and snow and ice and fog, the biggest fail of all, A rainbow two days can kill, just watch their gem count fall" "Oh no, no," said the little Rain, "They've worked so hard to make Those many gems and hours of hope I could never take!"
Said the cunning Mountain to the Rain, "Dear friend, what can I do To convince you of this fun, we'll have all month through? The funniest thing of all is they'll give thanks you see? There is no crystal dragon to accidentally breed." "Oh no, no," said the little Rain, "you said yourself before, It will be that Rainbow that come's knocking on their door!"
"Dear friend," said the Mountain, "you're thinking far too much; There will be several icebergs, and more eight hours and such! I like your determination, you hold steadfast beliefs; If that has not convinced you, at six hours they'll feel relief." "What you say is true too," Rain said, "and so I shall consider; As long as when this month is over, they will not be too bitter."
And then, too soon, the Rain joined in the charade And with that simple act began the failed egg parade; With forty-eight and six and twelve, the hours did tick by And with each fail somewhere, another player sighed; Thinking only of the elusive and much esteemed Sapphire, How quickly do the weeks go by, and soon the month expires. And when it does, we'll start again, a new one in our grip, And with some luck and diligence, we will not let it slip!
And now, dear strangers, who may this story read, Those swindling, bothersome crystal dragons, I pray you ne'er breed; For other months I know that we have all felt the pain, But at least this month we're better off with the Mountain and the Rain.
Credit to Mary Howitt with The Spider and the Fly.
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"Will you breed within my island?" said the Mountain to the Rain, "'Tis the prettiest little island to watch them go insane; The way into my island is up high up in the sky, And we have many fails to make in hopes this player cries." "Oh no, no," said the Rain, "to ask me is poor taste; For I am busy making gold and time I do not waste."
"But this vendetta I do have; I like to be a pain. On my island we will laugh" said the Mountain to the Rain. "There are mud and snow and ice and fog, the biggest fail of all, A rainbow two days can kill, just watch their gem count fall" "Oh no, no," said the little Rain, "They've worked so hard to make Those many gems and hours of hope I could never take!"
Said the cunning Mountain to the Rain, "Dear friend, what can I do To convince you of this fun, we'll have all month through? The funniest thing of all is they'll give thanks you see? There is no crystal dragon to accidentally breed." "Oh no, no," said the little Rain, "you said yourself before, It will be that Rainbow that come's knocking on their door!"
"Dear friend," said the Mountain, "you're thinking far too much; There will be several icebergs, and more eight hours and such! I like your determination, you hold steadfast beliefs; If that has not convinced you, at six hours they'll feel relief." "What you say is true too," Rain said, "and so I shall consider; As long as when this month is over, they will not be too bitter."
And then, too soon, the Rain joined in the charade And with that simple act began the failed egg parade; With forty-eight and six and twelve, the hours did tick by And with each fail somewhere, another player sighed; Thinking only of the elusive and much esteemed Sapphire, How quickly do the weeks go by, and soon the month expires. And when it does, we'll start again, a new one in our grip, And with some luck and diligence, we will not let it slip!
And now, dear strangers, who may this story read, Those swindling, bothersome crystal dragons, I pray you ne'er breed; For other months I know that we have all felt the pain, But at least this month we're better off with the Mountain and the Rain.
Credit to Mary Howitt with The Spider and the Fly.
My goodness, what a first post! Another outstanding entry. You peeps are really going to make this one hard! Welcome!
Very nice RoPhFi, i like the story and the ryhme, you are talented. What a great first post ob the forum! Welcome and koala both in this contest and in your quest.
"Will you breed within my island?" said the Mountain to the Rain, "'Tis the prettiest little island to watch them go insane; The way into my island is up high up in the sky, And we have many fails to make in hopes this player cries." "Oh no, no," said the Rain, "to ask me is poor taste; For I am busy making gold and time I do not waste."
"But this vendetta I do have; I like to be a pain. On my island we will laugh" said the Mountain to the Rain. "There are mud and snow and ice and fog, the biggest fail of all, A rainbow two days can kill, just watch their gem count fall" "Oh no, no," said the little Rain, "They've worked so hard to make Those many gems and hours of hope I could never take!"
Said the cunning Mountain to the Rain, "Dear friend, what can I do To convince you of this fun, we'll have all month through? The funniest thing of all is they'll give thanks you see? There is no crystal dragon to accidentally breed." "Oh no, no," said the little Rain, "you said yourself before, It will be that Rainbow that come's knocking on their door!"
"Dear friend," said the Mountain, "you're thinking far too much; There will be several icebergs, and more eight hours and such! I like your determination, you hold steadfast beliefs; If that has not convinced you, at six hours they'll feel relief." "What you say is true too," Rain said, "and so I shall consider; As long as when this month is over, they will not be too bitter."
And then, too soon, the Rain joined in the charade And with that simple act began the failed egg parade; With forty-eight and six and twelve, the hours did tick by And with each fail somewhere, another player sighed; Thinking only of the elusive and much esteemed Sapphire, How quickly do the weeks go by, and soon the month expires. And when it does, we'll start again, a new one in our grip, And with some luck and diligence, we will not let it slip!
And now, dear strangers, who may this story read, Those swindling, bothersome crystal dragons, I pray you ne'er breed; For other months I know that we have all felt the pain, But at least this month we're better off with the Mountain and the Rain.
Credit to Mary Howitt with The Spider and the Fly.
That's fantastic!!!! Welcome to the forum and thanks for giving me a great read with my morning coffee! I just knew those little buggers were taunting me with their fails!!!!
The subjects of this contest will be the Sapphire or the Blue moon dragons. Write a poem about either or both. There will be a little change to the rules this time, though. This time the poem must be intentionally and humourously terrible and satirical. Think of the most cliche, trite, banal fluff you have ever read and multiply it by eleven. Think a teenage girl's diary poetry. Think so bad that it is good. Extra points for form, cliche, and painfully inappropriate analogies, mixed metaphors, awkward assonance, alliteration, et cetera.
Hmm... I don't do teen girl diary so well. I went with a "circle of life" motif, with the trite and overused motif of rain being the progenitor of life and sustenance. It's so common that the motif is cliché itself. It's far from humourous, satirical, though I do intentionally use some very weak images, like the pregnant sky, the barren-revived tree. I use an intentionally simple (therefore weak?) meter and stanza.
I try to evoke a particular image, though, in the poem, illustrated most acutely in stanza 5. A gem to the first person who can guess what it is.
Hope you like it... ish... or not... as my luck would favour in this great little competition:
I stand alone under a pregnant sky and the sanctuary is dark and brooding and the dragonsai tree is barren and still
Suddenly the sanctuary doors bursts open and the dragonsai tree begins to rustle and the clatter sends all the dragons for shelter
Lightning strikes soundlessly in the distance and the dragonsai tree is dancing violently and I must anchor myself in its embrace
Rain and Mountain emerge catching their breath and the sky opens coating the land with life and the nursery is ripe with their blue fruit
I stand alone under a tranquil sky and if I look up I can see clear blue acceptance and I am certain that I am being watched
The wind starts up again and I allow myself to dance with the dragonsai tree and I rise to be accepted
That is excellent, Myke! I love the 'suddenly' line. 'Suddenly' is so over-used in bad poetry! And, the teenage girl thing was just one type as an example of bad poetry. I have some of my teenage girl poetry somewhere still, I believe. It is really awesome stuff. Very emotive and fluffy and overly dramatic and dark! I opened one of my old diaries to look at some years back and it got me a good laugh.
Thanks. For being a teenage girl though, I have no clue what to write to sound like teenage girl poetry. xD I think you're going to take the competition.
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The subjects of this contest will be the Sapphire or the Blue moon dragons. Write a poem about either or both. There will be a little change to the rules this time, though. This time the poem must be intentionally and humourously terrible and satirical. Think of the most cliche, trite, banal fluff you have ever read and multiply it by eleven. Think a teenage girl's diary poetry. Think so bad that it is good. Extra points for form, cliche, and painfully inappropriate analogies, mixed metaphors, awkward assonance, alliteration, et cetera.
Hmm... I don't do teen girl diary so well. I went with a "circle of life" motif, with the trite and overused motif of rain being the progenitor of life and sustenance. It's so common that the motif is cliché itself. It's far from humourous, satirical, though I do intentionally use some very weak images, like the pregnant sky, the barren-revived tree. I use an intentionally simple (therefore weak?) meter and stanza.
I try to evoke a particular image, though, in the poem, illustrated most acutely in stanza 5. A gem to the first person who can guess what it is.
Hope you like it... ish... or not... as my luck would favour in this great little competition:
I stand alone under a pregnant sky and the sanctuary is dark and brooding and the dragonsai tree is barren and still
Suddenly the sanctuary doors bursts open and the dragonsai tree begins to rustle and the clatter sends all the dragons for shelter
Lightning strikes soundlessly in the distance and the dragonsai tree is dancing violently and I must anchor myself in its embrace
Rain and Mountain emerge catching their breath and the sky opens coating the land with life and the nursery is ripe with their blue fruit
I stand alone under a tranquil sky and if I look up I can see clear blue acceptance and I am certain that I am being watched
The wind starts up again and I allow myself to dance with the dragonsai tree and I rise to be accepted
Thanks. For being a teenage girl though, I have no clue what to write to sound like teenage girl poetry. xD I think you're going to take the competition.
I'll be voting for you. If you vote for you too, that'll be two votes in the bank.
I like to stand in the rain on the mountain top With the blue moon bright and shiny there I often dig for gold but had to stop Cuz all all I got was mud and snow and 1lonely saphire
Some say love blooms under the light of a full moon But I got neither the the love or the bloom dragon Now I dig for gold but even sliver would be a boon for I started playing late and now am laggin
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