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Frog’s Legs
Once upon a time there lived a boy
Who was groomed to become a prince,
Get married and live happily ever since
That story took the wrong course
There is more to it than
A bunch of lies in a pool of pain
No purpose to dwell, regret or to blame
The fairy tale fell apart
Leaving a girl with a broken heart
The boy destined to become a prince
Turned into a frog
And chose to live in a swamp ever since
When an appetizer of fried frogs legs
Is served to you in a restaurant
Beware they may belong to a prince
Who lived his life with a broken heart
Who was groomed to become a prince,
Get married and live happily ever since
That story took the wrong course
There is more to it than
A bunch of lies in a pool of pain
No purpose to dwell, regret or to blame
The fairy tale fell apart
Leaving a girl with a broken heart
The boy destined to become a prince
Turned into a frog
And chose to live in a swamp ever since
When an appetizer of fried frogs legs
Is served to you in a restaurant
Beware they may belong to a prince
Who lived his life with a broken heart
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Posted: Mar 2019
About this poem:
Just a storyThe life cycle
A pure raw emotion
Shared a shabby shed
With a grumpy lad
And got fed up
With that
She looked for answer
In her quest
Whether she was happy
Or depressed
A funny thought
One day came by
Why not to fly?
And off she went
Into the ceiling -
And left a dent
The sea of boiling soup
Beneath
Was not to miss
She dived
Deep into the pot
And boiled and splashed…
Now fully cooked
Depressed she looked
And smelled like soup..
In her disturbed elated state
She opted to evaporate,
Precipitate,
And start anew..
Shared a shabby shed
With a grumpy lad
And got fed up
With that
She looked for answer
In her quest
Whether she was happy
Or depressed
A funny thought
One day came by
Why not to fly?
And off she went
Into the ceiling -
And left a dent
The sea of boiling soup
Beneath
Was not to miss
She dived
Deep into the pot
And boiled and splashed…
Now fully cooked
Depressed she looked
And smelled like soup..
In her disturbed elated state
She opted to evaporate,
Precipitate,
And start anew..
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Posted: Jan 2022
About this poem:
Inspired by cooking dahl
THE CHILDREN OF MANNOR MOURNE
What be the children of Mannor Mourne?
Mesmerizing hypnotic eyes gaze
Creatures that thrive on blood for false life
Naught but hunters stalking prey
Where be the cots which in they do sleep?
Dank decayed with scent of blood
Tombs decrepit dark desecrated places
Where mortals do fear to tread
What do they dream from daybreak to sun fall?
Of coming forth to ravage and feast
Corrupted innocents, souls to darkness lost
Blood hunger turns babes into beasts
Where forth shall their true rest come from,
ending curse'ed eternal half life?
Release shall come from my own hand.
Death's a mercy for children of the night
Mesmerizing hypnotic eyes gaze
Creatures that thrive on blood for false life
Naught but hunters stalking prey
Where be the cots which in they do sleep?
Dank decayed with scent of blood
Tombs decrepit dark desecrated places
Where mortals do fear to tread
What do they dream from daybreak to sun fall?
Of coming forth to ravage and feast
Corrupted innocents, souls to darkness lost
Blood hunger turns babes into beasts
Where forth shall their true rest come from,
ending curse'ed eternal half life?
Release shall come from my own hand.
Death's a mercy for children of the night
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Posted: Oct 2021
About this poem:
Another Song/poem from the Quill of My Fantasy Bard Allwyn Marcher.This one needs a little explanation.
Mannor Mourne is an ancient castle Perched high in the Spires, (A range of mountains), It was Once a happy place , The lord and Lady of Mourne were Kind generous folk. Defenders of that is right and wholesome the enemy of all that is evil, They even opened up their castle to the Orphans of the Isle Of Arelith,
They fell to a Daemonic curse and all in the castle became vampires, even the children.
This Song/Poem was written by Allwyn after he joined a group who went there to cleanse the castle of it's evil. Quite a few of the party he went with Fell prey to the Child Vampires Because they stayed their hands in killing them.
With this song/Poem Allwyn hoped that any others who went there would see that putting and end to the Vampire Children would in the end be a blessing to to them , for in final death they would be free of the terrible curse
It's not all taverns and love songs for a Fantasy Bard
Falling From Grace
Sit no longer on high pedestal
you once thought you were
No longer idols or instructor
Nor wanted as provider or protector
Betrayed by hubris that blinds you
brutality retribution oppression
Your words of respect and Duty
replaced by venomous false accusations
Play with malevolent resentment
In a game of political chess
Veiled in duplicity and lies
Your motives are all now suspect
you once thought you were
No longer idols or instructor
Nor wanted as provider or protector
Betrayed by hubris that blinds you
brutality retribution oppression
Your words of respect and Duty
replaced by venomous false accusations
Play with malevolent resentment
In a game of political chess
Veiled in duplicity and lies
Your motives are all now suspect
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Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
Another poem/Song from the Quill of my D&D alter Ego Allwyn MarcherThis one is an attack on an Order of holy of knights who abandon the Vows they made in order to gain political power,
The time Allwyn wrote this and started to "perform" it on the streets of Cordor This order was attacking and killing any who dared speak out against their crimes, On the basis of Were the good guy so if you don't support us you must be the bad guys
It was a Fun time Role Playing an annoying Bard
The Outsider View
Sky pierced by stars
The game of connecting dots
Constellations twinkle
The last bird singing
In the chorus at sunrise
Singing from his heart
The portrait wanted
To move outside the frame
Something new to try
Wrapped in quilt of dreams
From the fog of sub-conscience
Words precipitate
Waves wash away my steps
A blanc page to start over
Leaves swayed by the breeze
The lost outsider
Bumped into the world’s problems
Bruises and scratches
The game of connecting dots
Constellations twinkle
The last bird singing
In the chorus at sunrise
Singing from his heart
The portrait wanted
To move outside the frame
Something new to try
Wrapped in quilt of dreams
From the fog of sub-conscience
Words precipitate
Waves wash away my steps
A blanc page to start over
Leaves swayed by the breeze
The lost outsider
Bumped into the world’s problems
Bruises and scratches
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Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
A random mixThe Boundless Explorer
Travelling a lonely road
my mandolin beside me,
This bleak steep winding pathway,
to the top of a hill
My thoughts so bright so clear today,
I hope they last forever.
Warriors escort me to horizons,
I was always waiting for.
No matter where they lead me,
I will be ready to be there.
The rocky path is cold and dark,
blue sky turning grey.
But today I wont stumble,
just climb up to the distant stars.
My knowing mandolin just plays
every story that I lived.
I feel so free on this hill.
Wonder what the reason is?
Lightening strikes within me,
but still I feel no wounds.
I feel this is a reckless dream,
and It wont ever let me go.
Soaring as fast as possible,
take me there before the dawn
The smoke is all around me,
the road has left time far behind.
The sky black and unseen.
the air hot and dry.
Waiting for rain drumming,
on ground I can’t remember
All I knew now somewhere else,
All to it's end will come.
Despite the bloody weather
road so full of broken bones
ever closer to my goal,
never knowing what's ahead
I reach the top the hard way.
glance restfully behind the hill,
To see a haunting thought of mine,
in the middle of my head.
I am so free on this hill.
Knowing what the reason was
That lightening struck within me,
not leaving any wounds
I know this is my reckless dream,
but I wont ever let it go.
Soaring as fast as possible
I'll be there before dawn
my mandolin beside me,
This bleak steep winding pathway,
to the top of a hill
My thoughts so bright so clear today,
I hope they last forever.
Warriors escort me to horizons,
I was always waiting for.
No matter where they lead me,
I will be ready to be there.
The rocky path is cold and dark,
blue sky turning grey.
But today I wont stumble,
just climb up to the distant stars.
My knowing mandolin just plays
every story that I lived.
I feel so free on this hill.
Wonder what the reason is?
Lightening strikes within me,
but still I feel no wounds.
I feel this is a reckless dream,
and It wont ever let me go.
Soaring as fast as possible,
take me there before the dawn
The smoke is all around me,
the road has left time far behind.
The sky black and unseen.
the air hot and dry.
Waiting for rain drumming,
on ground I can’t remember
All I knew now somewhere else,
All to it's end will come.
Despite the bloody weather
road so full of broken bones
ever closer to my goal,
never knowing what's ahead
I reach the top the hard way.
glance restfully behind the hill,
To see a haunting thought of mine,
in the middle of my head.
I am so free on this hill.
Knowing what the reason was
That lightening struck within me,
not leaving any wounds
I know this is my reckless dream,
but I wont ever let it go.
Soaring as fast as possible
I'll be there before dawn
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Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
Nerd timeI play Fantasy RPG games
In one D&D setting I play a Character that is a Bard
Another song/Poem By the Bard Allwyn Marcher
Song For Cordor
Cordor what will you do when winds blow bitter cold,
When your children are dying in the streets?
Do you turn blind eye?
Will you walk on by?
Past mothers of dead babies as they grieve and they weep.
Oh Cordor,
This is my song for you
Oh tell me Cordor
What are you gonna do?
Cordor what will you do if I tell you,
you grind poor people into meat?
If the truth be told,
I see lots of gold,
But I still see people dying cos they cant afford to eat
Oh Cordor,
you know what I sing is true.
Oh please Cordor,
Tell me what you're gonna do
Cordor make new plans to lend helping hands
Or it will be your utter ruin and defeat
I foresee a day
when there's barricades,
And the blood of the innocent will flow around your feet
Oh Cordor
Do what ever you can do
Save yourself Cordor
Dont let my words come true
When your children are dying in the streets?
Do you turn blind eye?
Will you walk on by?
Past mothers of dead babies as they grieve and they weep.
Oh Cordor,
This is my song for you
Oh tell me Cordor
What are you gonna do?
Cordor what will you do if I tell you,
you grind poor people into meat?
If the truth be told,
I see lots of gold,
But I still see people dying cos they cant afford to eat
Oh Cordor,
you know what I sing is true.
Oh please Cordor,
Tell me what you're gonna do
Cordor make new plans to lend helping hands
Or it will be your utter ruin and defeat
I foresee a day
when there's barricades,
And the blood of the innocent will flow around your feet
Oh Cordor
Do what ever you can do
Save yourself Cordor
Dont let my words come true
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Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
Nerd timeI play Fantasy RPG games
In one D&D setting I play a Character that is a Bard
He writes and sings about the social evils he see's in an attempt to make the powers that be open their eyes to the suffering of the common folk of the city
So this song is really by by Allwyn Marcher
When he first performed on the Streets of Cordor, it got him beaten thrown out of a city by the city guards.
War Haiku - another take
Quiet in trenches
Orders followed, carnage left
Shadows of the dead
In sunflower field
An abandoned violin
Refugees fleeing
Born for the combat
Blasts of gun fire, fierce ambush
Tin soldiers at war
Orders followed, carnage left
Shadows of the dead
In sunflower field
An abandoned violin
Refugees fleeing
Born for the combat
Blasts of gun fire, fierce ambush
Tin soldiers at war
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Posted: Jul 2021
About this poem:
Following Ocean’s stepsWas it a dream?
I got stung
By the bug of self expression
Woke up
In the middle of the night
Thirsty for words
The broth of sparkling booze
Was gushing
Out of the wound
I tasted it and got drunk
Kept spiraling
Instead of walking a straight line
Lost my words in the noise
Realized that I had to
Take things silli-ously
And went grazing
In the pastures of pleasure
By the bug of self expression
Woke up
In the middle of the night
Thirsty for words
The broth of sparkling booze
Was gushing
Out of the wound
I tasted it and got drunk
Kept spiraling
Instead of walking a straight line
Lost my words in the noise
Realized that I had to
Take things silli-ously
And went grazing
In the pastures of pleasure
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Posted: Nov 2018
About this poem:
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