WAYLAND CYBERSMITH (WAYCYBER) - FROM THE LAND OF THE PURPLE HAHA
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I seem so innocent,
Green leaf ringed
And white petal crowned.
You may gaze in wonder
At my beautiful form
But, beware, for I carry a doom.
If you should fall asleep beneath me
You will surely die.
It burns, like the butterfly, shedding it's palace of ice, while green dreams fall from a sky full of mourning.
It screams, like the fish that swim in the desert sun, dying as they are born and never knowing the ocean's kiss.
It is lost, like summer warmth on a midwinter's day, like a bluebell in a graveyard of thorns.
It hides, like a shadow at the heart of a starless night, like an idyll of joy amid a night of terror.
Oh, I have hunted whale and shark,
I hunted dragon (for a lark),
But this beast is worse, though I'm a doomster
It is the hideous, deadly, gold-furred HAMSTER!
Poetry for Dummies
If you want to write a poem - tra-la,
Nothing could be easier - di dah,
You just need to make sure - di dum,
That the lines rhyme - pa rum.
Beware the Wyrmlings
There they lie,
Like small, green worms.
Not the sort to make anyone squirm.
No, not these. Oh, my.
When you see them, you cannot
But pick them up and
Hold them in your hand
And they're gone.
You feel warm, glowing
Like you've had a drink
Then you feel it in your think
Then the starts tickling
And jumbling the words
All tickling over
And inside under
Germling and jubbling like birds
Then fung treppit pren stur
Thas nellit mog
Trll forja plog
Fram tumik HAMSTER!
Little one, close your eyes.
Dream of spiders, slugs and flies.
Don't feel the tickle on your skin
As the bedbugs burrow in.
Be quiet now, don't make a sound
The shadow things are all around.
Now, sleep until the morning light
Or else they'll keep you in the night
The Lament of Artemis Spoon
Though turnip chimes greenly
Amid metal trees unseemly
Battling clouds of granite cheese
Dance upon triangular knees
Bng bingity bingity bingity bong
Bing bingity bing bing bong
Bing bingity bong, bing bingity bong
Bingity bingity bong.
The Death of Colonel Salmon
Against my chest I held his head
From seven mortal wounds he bled
With sorrow, I heard my master
Scream his dying word "HAMSTER!"
© WaylandCybersmith 2011