Alfred von Tirpitz Posted June 19, 2009 Report Share Posted June 19, 2009 The shrill call of the raven as she goes to the repast, So elegantly prepared, shattered keel and mast Warriors lay all over, besmeared and trampled Brothers, Fathers and Son, now, reclining. A feast fit for a king, as he arrives Ambling along, bounding along. Laughter and mirth resound Spotted King, Quadruped King Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flying Squirrel Posted June 19, 2009 Report Share Posted June 19, 2009 Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, MHA is special, as are you too. Yes, I'm definitely not a poetist. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarai Posted June 19, 2009 Report Share Posted June 19, 2009 (edited) A simple Classic I feel something in me, this must be a feeling, Do you feel what I feel inside of me? My feeling? I'm not sure what it means. This feeling. Dark Skies Crackle with Artillery. No wait, garbage compactor starting. Yes, the Monster Machine, crunch-smash-kerang, symphony of trash, Illicits another feeling. I feel something in me, this must be a feeling, Feeling something, do you feel this? My feeling? I've taken a new job. Garbage Disposal. Press the button, empty the trash. Heaven cries in sympathy. Yes, with bright warning jacket I am Garbage-Queen, Do I illicit your feeling? Yes, I've felt something in me, a feeling. I felt this move me, organs jumping inside anticipating knowledge; my feeling. I feel cataclysimically sad. Then I press the button. Happiness returns. Another feeling. Let me tell you about it... Edited June 19, 2009 by Sarai Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
zigbigadorlou Posted June 19, 2009 Report Share Posted June 19, 2009 (edited) A trip to the Wilikins (insert mogar meme here because it's filtered) I s4id y3543rday wh1le t3h m0dz0rs rimindid wai i bao two thay but den isawabiglight cumin mai wai n i died Z! wAs Ma Fa43 n0 l0ng3r 31334 l1ke th0s3 kats a4 F0K! WhOm WhIcH I wOuLd RaThEr EnJoY AtTeMpTiNg tO bEaT 4 t0 wich i no is t3 pwnz0r5 n dredfully QFT Z0mg EvErLaStInG PeIcE like the war karma on two'sday, the one before we all fall facedown Edited June 20, 2009 by zigbigadorlou Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arthur Blair Posted June 19, 2009 Report Share Posted June 19, 2009 Friday Afternoon Musings of a Lone Heart I wish my love had not gone away. I wish she was still mine to pay. I wish this fly would fly astray. I wish I wasn't me today. The sun is hot like roaring fire, the thoughts roll like a tire. The BLOOD GOD is who I admire, who helped me out of this mire. Oh if I was just not alone. I wish it wasn't friday now. I wish I didn't call her a cow. I wish you were still mine to endow. I wish I could rhyme on something else than ow. The friday keeps on dragging, the spider never cease it's dangling. The BLOOD GOD demands exsanguinating, the corpse's stink is undulating. Oh if I was just not alone. I wish you were still warm. I wish I hadn't brought you harm. I wish I didn't eat her arm. I wish she hadn't bought the farm. The loneliness consumes it all, the legs can barely stay the fall. The BLOOD GOD rules in his hall, the poet has no wherewithal. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hymenbreach Posted June 19, 2009 Report Share Posted June 19, 2009 (edited) War on Cybernations: After Baldrick Type type type type Type type type type Type type type type Type type type type Type type type type Type type type type TYPE TYPE TYPE TYPE Type type type type Type Type Type - type Edited June 19, 2009 by Hymenbreach Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gurney Halleck Posted June 19, 2009 Report Share Posted June 19, 2009 Gaseous bellows of the midnight son, Tell me something that was left undone. Ignorant flickies of nasal rain, Run like kittens to the flame. Cheesey exudates of orifices drew, Danced and jorobbled like rancid spew. O! Piteous creature; the fecal constructor! We Vogons must unleash the Planet Destructor! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WcaesarD Posted June 19, 2009 Report Share Posted June 19, 2009 Two things, how long is the contest up for, and how have NONE of the star wars themed alliances made a "never tell me the odds" joke after the last line in the OP? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
IYIyTh Posted June 19, 2009 Author Report Share Posted June 19, 2009 First prize takes home 150 tech, Second 100, and Third 50. Any winning nation who is currently embroiled in conflict may have their prize tabled at the nearest intergalactic bank until otherwise. Please submit your poetry in this thread, and be creative . The judging will take place by the triumvirate of The Mostly Harmless Alliance one week from Friday June 19th. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sorum Posted June 19, 2009 Report Share Posted June 19, 2009 I like what I see so far! (and by like, I mean my eyes are bleeding profusely) Best of luck to all who choose to enter - can't wait to pick a winner Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Azrael Alexander Posted June 19, 2009 Report Share Posted June 19, 2009 The Lament Horses cannot tame the green ooze of the nose, Acid, Acrid, Alive, Pulsates like pus, Burns like superman's oven, oh why did i sneeze on my crotch, Now the doctors says i'm infertile, s***, Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
loannes Posted June 19, 2009 Report Share Posted June 19, 2009 MHA's evil plan unveiled! They are hoarding Vogon poetry in their safe and when the next war breaks out, they will unleash it upon their foes to beat them into submission! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
muffasamini Posted June 20, 2009 Report Share Posted June 20, 2009 MHA's evil plan unveiled! They are hoarding Vogon poetry in their safe and when the next war breaks out, they will unleash it upon their foes to beat them into submission! Oh dear lord I think your right! Why did I give them ammunition to melt the brains of their enemies with? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sylveste Posted June 20, 2009 Report Share Posted June 20, 2009 (edited) For My Feet Oh My feet They are important to me They take me places Oh Wonderful feet Oh my feet Yes sometimes you smell And you have yellow nails Oh but your wonderful feet Oh my feet I walk all over you I wrap you up in cotton Oh I love you wonderful feet Oh my feet You sweat into my shoes and you make them smell Buy you are wonderful feet Oh my feet without you I'd be know where I owe you my feet Oh wonderful feet Edited June 20, 2009 by Sylveste Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
loannes Posted June 20, 2009 Report Share Posted June 20, 2009 Oh dear lord I think your right!Why did I give them ammunition to melt the brains of their enemies with? *Drakedeath cannot give an intelligent response due to the melting of his brain by horrible Vogon Poetry. However, he did leave a note.* KILL IT! KILL IT WITH FIRE! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fidji Posted June 20, 2009 Report Share Posted June 20, 2009 Trembling feline, will you OD on the catnip? I really need to stop wearing green trousers. the gentle sound of the scissors ..... snip And there they will be found because life is too short to think about why... The Yam, however, could not be found All I keep asking myself is, "Why? Oh, why?" like ignorance and sanitation My feet are smelling and my nose is running. Oh, but for the snot on one's sleeve stumbled seven wenches in mass extinction aren't you sick of reading Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
zigbigadorlou Posted June 21, 2009 Report Share Posted June 21, 2009 Oh dear lord I think your right!Why did I give them ammunition to melt the brains of their enemies with? Bookmark the thread. Problem solved. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mirreille Posted June 21, 2009 Report Share Posted June 21, 2009 "Ode to the fallen" Thinking on your pointless demise too soon you fell to that Cold clanking Whirring unfeeling Destroyer!! I contemplate you lying in rows (not smelling of them) looking like no more then 1s and 0s, here and there a 2 "FOUL BEAST HOW COULD YOU!!" I weep but no tears come Sorry. And then the end comes the plow pushes corpses unending into the limitless graveyard. Countless are your numbers, vast, unending; THE HORROR!!! Do you have souls? Why did you not revolt? refuse? refrain? Disobey??? Why must you march off to war, like it were naught but a picnic, a party, a play? FOOLS!!! So I sit alone with iced tea and cookies and ponder: "WON'T SOMEONE PLEASE THINK OF THE PIXELS!!??" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Engel Posted June 21, 2009 Report Share Posted June 21, 2009 Swim with the deepBe on the feat Rawr with the splicers And dodge the rogue blighters Take some aid And give some too Be part of Rapture To help grow your pasture! Somehow people didn't respond too well to my recruitment poem. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bolzaro III Posted June 22, 2009 Report Share Posted June 22, 2009 THE WAYS OF THE WORLD The ways of Bob goes as thus- If you squeeze the pimple, out will come pus. {picking the wrong religion} Young nations they say, will never rise to the top, of course they will, all you must do is hop. {infra jump} Strangers, shady men, top hats galore, Ah what's the differance as long as you implore for help. {bad tech deals} Fireproof vending machines, fake ducks, and frogsuits, Where will it end? in the middle of a lawsuit? {demanding events} Well Bob is quite interesting, if you want to know more, I can choke and throttle him until he divulges, more of his amaising, intricate bulges. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WorkingClassRuler Posted June 22, 2009 Report Share Posted June 22, 2009 I do believe my intestines are on their way up to throttle my brain so that I do not have to suffer any more of this bad poetry. Awesome, awesome awesome Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sir Sci Posted June 23, 2009 Report Share Posted June 23, 2009 Seriously, MORE VOGON POETRY! MHA needs a larger arsenal. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dr hairy Ballz Posted June 23, 2009 Report Share Posted June 23, 2009 Mind me fair exploiter For tis I, the destroyer Grab me this cloud and i shall help you down For the ways of the world are even and just You can blame a phone but not for the lot For your life is a quiet love of your Volvo. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sir Sci Posted June 23, 2009 Report Share Posted June 23, 2009 Wait, my bad, this is over. Is MHA deciding the winners now? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stonewall Jaxon Posted June 23, 2009 Report Share Posted June 23, 2009 Time Time is What time is It is everything It is nothing It is the greatest teacher Yet it kills all its pupils It is measurable Yet abstract It will never end But for you it will You have so little time So why the hell are you sitting here wasting some of it reading my poem? If you are still reading You missed the moral So waste your time some more And read again Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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