Submissions by odie-man
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th May 2014 3:50pm
19th May 2014 3:50pm
Things Less Understood
I live on the streets
My daughter is a fish
My dog is so fat
My wife was a bitch
I ride on a dinosaur
And munch on pickles
I have a little rat
Her name is tickles
I once ate a tick
With its blood so thick
A thin layer of skin
Went down with a prick
I ran a thousand mile race
I ran into my mom
Drank myself some pond muck
Then hugged tom
I may be strange
Or hard to understand
But I remain true
Which makes me a man
-I do not know what the hell
this poem is about to be...
My daughter is a fish
My dog is so fat
My wife was a bitch
I ride on a dinosaur
And munch on pickles
I have a little rat
Her name is tickles
I once ate a tick
With its blood so thick
A thin layer of skin
Went down with a prick
I ran a thousand mile race
I ran into my mom
Drank myself some pond muck
Then hugged tom
I may be strange
Or hard to understand
But I remain true
Which makes me a man
-I do not know what the hell
this poem is about to be...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th May 2014 5:50pm
11th May 2014 5:50pm
The Death of Jefu the Village Troll
Jefu was a peculiar fellow with no intentions of ever disturbing of a soul,
And one day on such a rare occasion he came our upon his stone,
A troll amongst the orcish leaders of the nomish Netherlands of this south delta,
He raised his voice in a low croak as to summon up a spell from the boils of the alpha,
He saw then the fair maiden and puffed out the chest and said,
With a gravely voice that would turn the hide of satan himself:
"Now would you lookie upon over there in the far distance?
Never have Iain my sapped eyes upon the beauty of such a fair...
And one day on such a rare occasion he came our upon his stone,
A troll amongst the orcish leaders of the nomish Netherlands of this south delta,
He raised his voice in a low croak as to summon up a spell from the boils of the alpha,
He saw then the fair maiden and puffed out the chest and said,
With a gravely voice that would turn the hide of satan himself:
"Now would you lookie upon over there in the far distance?
Never have Iain my sapped eyes upon the beauty of such a fair...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th May 2014 3:59pm
10th May 2014 3:59pm
My Foolishness
Oh death with sweet lies,
Why have thou beseech me?
And remove mine will,
To live out my life?
But oh, what's this?
A scepter to graces me,
And not as drug nein pill,
But one, a possibility as wife,
For only one can love thee,
With mind demented as mine own,
To handle what I offer to thine,
And settle the waves of hurricanes,
For it is she I love,
And she I asketh to be mine own,
To help create a life so fine,
And remove from me miseries chain,
For though he be dear friend,
He has habits to cling on,...
Why have thou beseech me?
And remove mine will,
To live out my life?
But oh, what's this?
A scepter to graces me,
And not as drug nein pill,
But one, a possibility as wife,
For only one can love thee,
With mind demented as mine own,
To handle what I offer to thine,
And settle the waves of hurricanes,
For it is she I love,
And she I asketh to be mine own,
To help create a life so fine,
And remove from me miseries chain,
For though he be dear friend,
He has habits to cling on,...
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DARK POEM
Published
9th May 2014 1:21pm
9th May 2014 1:21pm
I Will Now Descend
When one lies, he fuels the raging burn,
But when one cries, they only slow it to watch and turn,
These foolish words I cannot stand to read,
Nor these foolish lives I will bear to reap,
If one cannot follow,
Is he not the shepherd?
Or has he murdered his sheep in blind rage,
The human nature we all call emotion,
If pride you cannot swallow,
Then you do not deserve a herd.
You will be the one who is now locked and caged,
And that is what we call mortal life set in motion.
If we cease to guard our fears,
Then those will...
But when one cries, they only slow it to watch and turn,
These foolish words I cannot stand to read,
Nor these foolish lives I will bear to reap,
If one cannot follow,
Is he not the shepherd?
Or has he murdered his sheep in blind rage,
The human nature we all call emotion,
If pride you cannot swallow,
Then you do not deserve a herd.
You will be the one who is now locked and caged,
And that is what we call mortal life set in motion.
If we cease to guard our fears,
Then those will...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th May 2014 7:40pm
8th May 2014 7:40pm
Nosferatu is Back
And in due time he came on back
He left away some many years ago
With only his bag to accompany him
To all this is a known fact
And yet alls’ fear began to show
As the sun set down so dim
Small, beady red eyes of blood
And fangs made for ripping of flesh
Long nimble fingers to grab hold and choke
With only a thin patch for’a gut
Clothing accustomed to olde time mesh
His body being altogether mangled brok
Some say he preys on small animals’ beings
Others on spiritual essences
I say he vamps on humans’ lives
For...
He left away some many years ago
With only his bag to accompany him
To all this is a known fact
And yet alls’ fear began to show
As the sun set down so dim
Small, beady red eyes of blood
And fangs made for ripping of flesh
Long nimble fingers to grab hold and choke
With only a thin patch for’a gut
Clothing accustomed to olde time mesh
His body being altogether mangled brok
Some say he preys on small animals’ beings
Others on spiritual essences
I say he vamps on humans’ lives
For...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th May 2014 4:43pm
8th May 2014 4:43pm
I Have a Jacket
Yes, I have a jacket
It keeps me oh so warm Even though the sleeves are torn
It may not seem as much But there's more to it than know For it keeps somethings, years ago
Yes, memories and events Many I may not even recall But it has yet seen them all
For it lives in me It is here to stay Till the ends of day
Thats what I think But as it gets worn It becomes more torn
It’s hope may seem lost But its my best friend And it may give in
And I hope you may heed Knowledge from this Because the hidden message
Is that this
The jacket is my friend And I am it’s...
It keeps me oh so warm Even though the sleeves are torn
It may not seem as much But there's more to it than know For it keeps somethings, years ago
Yes, memories and events Many I may not even recall But it has yet seen them all
For it lives in me It is here to stay Till the ends of day
Thats what I think But as it gets worn It becomes more torn
It’s hope may seem lost But its my best friend And it may give in
And I hope you may heed Knowledge from this Because the hidden message
Is that this
The jacket is my friend And I am it’s...
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