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Mr Cat Dog
January 12th, 2005, 11:55 AM
Evening all! XD Here in this here thread will be a collection of some of the most fantastical works of prose/poems on this board... by me ^_^ In this first one, don't expect it to rhyme or anything... as it won't. Enjoy ^_^

Dictatorship

The man in his palace or temple watches
As the world at his feet runs accordingly.
Everything being as it should be, and all
Being well.

But when the Iron Fist simply pats the
Earth of which it came from, all shall come
Undone. All for what he strived to acheive -
Nothing.

One single act of power can strike terror
Into the hearts and minds of the innocent.
Their lives before them, ruined. What little
They had, vanished, gone, destroyed. Time

Doesn't stop for them or even the people in the
Palaces or temples. For them, the world keeps
Running smoothly. Everything being as it
Should be.

Power corrupts even the most pure of men, as
Once the lust devours your fragile mind,
Anything is at your disposal. A monster rages from the
Depths of your stomach.

But what of the innocent? Why should they have to
Suffer at the hands of this evil, twisted man?
Why should they have to rebuild everything of
Value?

It's not their fault that this beast runs their lives
And has them like puppets on a string, with his
Iron Fist. It's not their fault that they voted for
The wrong party.

It's not their fault. Is it?

MegaDitto
January 12th, 2005, 01:19 PM
That was good.It describes the world in a way.

Mr Cat Dog
January 12th, 2005, 01:22 PM
Thank you ^_^ It's nice to see that my first piece of public poetry (I haven't written anything this good, so haven't been bothered to publish. So, thank you again ^_^

MegaDitto
January 12th, 2005, 01:25 PM
It somewhat describe the some of leadders of the past of the world.The way they treat their subjects.

Kelsey
January 12th, 2005, 01:34 PM
Evening all! XD Here in this here thread will be a collection of some of the most fantastical works of prose/poems on this board... by me ^_^ In this first one, don't expect it to rhyme or anything... as it won't. Enjoy ^_^

Dictatorship

The man in his palace or temple watches
As the world at his feet runs accordingly.
Everything being as it should be, and all
Being well.

But when the Iron Fist simply pats the
Earth of which it came from, all shall come
Undone. All for what he strived to acheive -
Nothing.

One single act of power can strike terror
Into the hearts and minds of the innocent.
Their lives before them, ruined. What little
They had, vanished, gone, destroyed. Time

Doesn't stop for them or even the people in the
Palaces or temples. For them, the world keeps
Running smoothly. Everything being as it
Should be.

Power corrupts even the most pure of men, as
Once the lust devours your fragile mind,
Anything is at your disposal. A monster rages from the
Depths of your stomach.

But what of the innocent? Why should they have to
Suffer at the hands of this evil, twisted man?
Why should they have to rebuild everything of
Value?

It's not their fault that this beast runs their lives
And has them like puppets on a string, with his
Iron Fist. It's not their fault that they voted for
The wrong party.

It's not their fault. Is it?

OMGoodness I love you! XD No spelling/grammar errors, yayness! ^___________^

This poem does symbolize dictatorship in many ways. For when voting for the rightful person to place in office, one tries to consider the good and bad outcomes if that person were to be selected. The person must have qualities that appeal to the public, along with good financial tactics, etc. etc. Your poem seems to show that whomever was put into power by the people is being questioned. For the people are thinking, was this man the right choice for office? But surely, it's not my fault he's done what he's done. I can't be blamed for his actions (though I am the one who chose him).

This poem was very well written, MCD, I can't wait to read and review more! ^o^

~Kelsey

Mr Cat Dog
January 12th, 2005, 01:39 PM
Yay! I was initialy going to call it "Democracy", but some people reading it wouldn't realise the irony behind it, so may have gotten confused. You summarised it thoroughly, and for that I'm extremely grateful ^_^ And I love you too XD

Thanks for your review anyways. XD

Mr Cat Dog
January 12th, 2005, 02:04 PM
Yay! Two Poems in one night! How lucky you all are XD *watches head inflate until it bursts* This was originally the prologue to a Pokemon fic, but I gave up on that, and left the poem as it was. It's up to you whether you want to interpret it literally or metaphorically, as it works both ways. That's one of the things I like about this poem. ^_^ Enjoy... again XD

Prophecies

Alone at night, a dying couplet say farewell.
Their partings are swift; like an angel
Of death. Betrayed, betrothed, between
Themselves are a matching sword and shield. Alone.
Together yet apart. But all is not lost.

They will be reunited, not in heaven, but
In the shadows of their past. Only there can they
Reap for what they have sewn. Unpicking
Every little stitch from the tatty hem of
Deceit, despair and the most important:
Death.

The Five betrayers shall be persecuted. For
When the past has been repossessed, Judgement
Shall reign. It shall sanctify the innocent, but
Condemn the guilty to a terrible fate.

The Power of Love. Sent from Above.
Death-defying this was not. But the
Consequences will wreak havoc upon those
Who have betrayed the Almighty pair.

Those who have not sinned will be spared.
But for those Five, a contrasting bridge of fate lies for
Them to walk across. Unbeknown to their fragile
Minds, their guardian angels have been stained
With their vulgar hands.

Alone at night, a dying couplet say goodbye.

MegaDitto
January 12th, 2005, 02:37 PM
Okay that was good agian.

Kelsey
January 12th, 2005, 02:46 PM
Yay! Two Poems in one night! How lucky you all are XD *watches head inflate until it bursts* This was originally the prologue to a Pokemon fic, but I gave up on that, and left the poem as it was. It's up to you whether you want to interpret it literally or metaphorically, as it works both ways. That's one of the things I like about this poem. ^_^ Enjoy... again XD

Prophecies

Alone at night, a dying couplet say farewell.
Their partings are swift; like an angel
Of death. Betrayed, betrothed, between
Themselves are a matching sword and shield. Alone.
Together yet apart. But all is not lost.

They will be reunited, not in heaven, but
In the shadows of their past. Only there can they
Reap for what they have sewn. Unpicking
Every little stitch from the tatty hem of
Deceit, despair and the most important:
Death.

The Five betrayers shall be persecuted. For
When the past has been repossessed, Judgement
Shall reign. It shall sanctify the innocent, but
Condemn the guilty to a terrible fate.

The Power of Love. Sent from Above.
Death-defying this was not. But the
Consequences will wreak havoc upon those
Who have betrayed the Almighty pair.

Those who have not sinned will be spared.
But for those Five, a contrasting bridge of fate lies for
Them to walk across. Unbeknown to their fragile
Minds, their guardian angels have been stained
With their vulgar hands.

Alone at night, a dying couplet say goodbye.

Oooooooooh, I really really liked this one, MCD. <3 No spelling errors, so again I'm super happy to not have to go into those. XD

You poem says to me that two people, engulfed within their love and compassion for each other, were broken apart by some inflictinf force. They were torn from each other, unable to reach each other's heart, yet still able to pass one by on the street.

It's kind of like Romeo and Juliet. The two loved each other so much, yet their families would not have it, so they tore the two lovers from each other. How tragic it was, for love is the lover's decision, not the lover's companions.

I like the whole format of this poem. How it seems like a legendary prophecy from so long ago. It's really cryptic, yet a satisfying read. ^_____^ I loved it! Great job yet again MCD! ^^

~Kelsey

Mr Cat Dog
January 12th, 2005, 11:52 PM
Kelsey and MegaDitto - Thank you for your wonderful reviews. ^_^ Since I do most of my poems in Word, most of the spelling mistakes do seem to disappear, but thanks anyways ^_^

Mr Cat Dog
January 13th, 2005, 02:00 PM
Hey Hey! ^_^ Another piece of poetry by MCD himself... Just read and go with the flow XD And remember that Poetry can mean anything you want it to be... providing of course that you actually stick to the text in hand XD

Love is Conflict

I wake, weary and almost delirious.
I find myself confined, trapped, but
Strangely happy. Simply lying in the
Pool of love, yet with a chain clasped
Around my waist and abdomen. I sit
And swim in bliss and ecstasy. But
Then it happened. The plughole opened
And all came gushing. My Prison caved
In and Out. My chain was being pulled and
Yanked. I kicked and screamed and
Wailed and cried, and yelled and tried
To say:
"Why aren't you letting me stay?"

Yet, I remember little of those fragile
Days. But the situation remains the same.
I still lie in your pool of love. The chain has
Gone, but the emotion still remains from our
First struggle to keep ourselves as one.
Now the fight has turned upon itself.
Why can't I see my friends? Why not?
Please stop yanking my chain. Please!
I kick and scream and wail and cry and try
To say:
"Why aren't you letting me go?"

MegaDitto
January 13th, 2005, 02:47 PM
Okay that was emotional.Nice.

Kelsey
January 13th, 2005, 03:14 PM
Hey Hey! ^_^ Another piece of poetry by MCD himself... Just read and go with the flow XD And remember that Poetry can mean anything you want it to be... providing of course that you actually stick to the text in hand XD

Love is Conflict

I wake, weary and almost delirious.
I find myself confined, trapped, but
Strangely happy. Simply lying in the
Pool of love, yet with a chain clasped
Around my waist and abdomen. I sit
And swim in bliss and ecstasy. But
Then it happened. The plughole opened
And all came gushing. My Prison caved
In and Out. My chain was being pulled and
Yanked. I kicked and screamed and
Wailed and cried, and yelled and tried
To say:
"Why aren't you letting me stay?"

Yet, I remember little of those fragile
Days. But the situation remains the same.
I still lie in your pool of love. The chain has
Gone, but the emotion still remains from our
First struggle to keep ourselves as one.
Now the fight has turned upon itself.
Why can't I see my friends? Why not?
Please stop yanking my chain. Please!
I kick and scream and wail and cry and try
To say:
"Why aren't you letting me go?"

Oh wow. O___O *drools* That poem ish my favorite so far!! ^o^

It seems as though someone is struggling with love, trying to hold on to whatever or whomever it is that person holds so dear. Yet he's being ripped in the other direction, but he doesn't want to let go.

Then the poem shifts. Now the person who first off couldn't let go, wants to be set free. He wants to get out and away from whatever is hurting him so.

This basically is describing love. For love at first can seem so inevitably wonderful, that you never want to let go, even once you get the tiniest taste of it. Then, your feelings change. After being hurt over and over you feel as though love cannot possibly be worth this much suffering and agony, so you only want to be let go.

A masterful piece, MCD. I give you a wooooooootness! XD

~Kelsey

Mr Cat Dog
January 14th, 2005, 12:03 AM
Ah, whilst that is the meaning upon the surface, there is also a hidden meaning. It's hidden within lots of metaphors, but I still think its there. There's a challenge for you XD
But Thank You both for reading it ^_^

Mr Cat Dog
January 14th, 2005, 11:43 AM
I'll let you ponder over the hidden meaning in 'Love is Conflict'. Whilst you're thinking (or probably not XD), here's another poem from MCD. Read, rant and review - the 3 'R's ^_^ Just enjoy... here it is:

Public Humiliation

Home, they say is where the heart is.
Oh, how I wish I could be with my
Heart. If it knew where I was now,
It would be crying with me. Every
Moment of every day, I cry. I sit
In my shelter of plastic and weep
Until my eyes turn red and bruised.
My feet have blisters from the
Concrete, and my fur of purely
Black and white has become
Tattered like a monkey. I cant go
Outside, the embarrassment shall
Only escalate further. And the
Iron bars sting me when I touch them.
To think that the humans enjoy watching
Me suffer like this. Alone, in this cruel
World in which I have barely enough room
To go to the toilet in privacy.
Home, they say is where the heart is.
Oh, how I wish I could be with my
Heart.

Kelsey
January 14th, 2005, 11:57 AM
I'll let you ponder over the hidden meaning in 'Love is Conflict'. Whilst you're thinking (or probably not XD), here's another poem from MCD. Read, rant and review - the 3 'R's ^_^ Just enjoy... here it is:

Public Humiliation

Home, they say is where the heart is.
Oh, how I wish I could be with my
Heart. If it knew where I was now,
It would be crying with me. Every
Moment of every day, I cry. I sit
In my shelter of plastic and weep
Until my eyes turn red and bruised.
My feet have blisters from the
Concrete, and my fur of purely
Black and white has become
Tattered like a monkey. I cant go
Outside, the embarrassment shall
Only escalate further. And the
Iron bars sting me when I touch them.
To think that the humans enjoy watching
Me suffer like this. Alone, in this cruel
World in which I have barely enough room
To go to the toilet in privacy.
Home, they say is where the heart is.
Oh, how I wish I could be with my
Heart.

OK OK, I think I have it!!! XD Your "Love is Conflict" poem, could the hidden meaning possibly be...that once you think you've found the one you love...you love them just enough that you only wish to be estranged from them. You love them so much, yet hurt it all you seem to cause them. So you feel that by making them hurt, you can get away from them, and release the tight grip of hate and malice you may have bestowed upon them.

Where at first all you wanted to do was be with them, you couldn't stand the thought of ever leaving them. But then, the fights start. Your differences become more pronounced and 'conflicts' in your relationships arise. That is when you feel that separation is the only answer to save both people from more harm and pain.

Did I get it MCD?? XD

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OK, on to this poem. Awws, this one makes me hate zoos even more. People just stare in at animals in cages. The animals are sad and have death in their eyes. It's a horrible thing, really. It would be much better just to be able to see animals in their natural habitat, but still...no one does a thing.

Your poem symbolizes that when you're so far from home, you even become distant from where your heart and soul lies. It's such a sad feeling, to be ripped from your home and placed somewhere else. It really would make one appreciate the things they had.

Awsome poem, once again MCD. ^^

~Kelsey

Mr Cat Dog
January 14th, 2005, 12:03 PM
'Love is Conflict' is about growing up.

The first stanza is the process of childbirth, the pool of love is the womb, the chain i the umbilical cord... and I think you get the rest of the picture for that stanza. The baby just wants to stay in the womb in his/her blissful life.

The second stanza is where the child is now a teenager, and the roles have become reversed. The pool of love is simply meaphorical, and the chain becomes another metaphor. The mother is pulling back to keep herself close to her son/daughter. But all the child wants to do is go out and see his/friends.

'Love is Conflict' is simply a poem with many metaphors which details how love can be conflict. It features heavy irony in both stanzas (a blissful prison, the chain being pulled both ways etc.) So... that's what I was trying to get at. But your views on it are still right. I can't go and tell you you're wrong or anything because you're not. ^_^

And thank you for your review on 'Public Humiliation'. Truly appreciated. ^_^

Kelsey
January 14th, 2005, 12:05 PM
O________O I was way off. XD But that'd deep. I never even thought of it that way. I sure do have a lot to learn. That was a sweet poem, MCD! I have a whole new perspective of your poem after seeing that. ^^ I bow to you. XD *bows* And don't even mention it, reviewing poems is what I do best...sometimes. XD

~Kelsey

Mr Cat Dog
January 14th, 2005, 12:17 PM
It's not really that deep to be honest. I only wrote it in 5 minutes, and planned it for 15. Most of my poems just come relatively quickly, hidden meanings and all. It must be a gift XD I might write another one tonight... as I am feeling INSPIRED!!! XD

Psst, spread the word about this place. It seems that only 2 people are bothering to reply when it's had 80+ views ^_~

Mr Cat Dog
January 14th, 2005, 02:46 PM
Yay! Two in a row! Two in a row! XD Inspiration has come down like a bolt of lightning.(OK, crap simile :P) Anyways, just be grateful and whatnot ^_^ Remember the 3 'R's everyone XD Enjoy:

Leagues of Love

He stood there, breathless and
Taken aback. Who was this
Goddess that stood there before him?
Her hair flowed like the wind. Her
Eyes, so soft and gentle. Her face:
So pure. So perfect. So angelic.
She turned around and took a
Glance. His Aphrodite smiled briefly,
and walked straight past.
But who was he kidding?
She was way out of his league.

As she walked passed, she
Couldn't help thinking about him.
His sweet smile as she gave him
A cheesy grin. His soft golden
Hair. His eyes, so soothing and
Gentle. His face: So clear. So shimmering.
So radiant. He had engulfed her
Mind with a simple smile.
But who was she kidding?
He was way out of her league.

Kelsey
January 14th, 2005, 02:56 PM
Yay! Two in a row! Two in a row! XD Inspiration has come down like a bolt of lightning.(OK, crap simile :P) Anyways, just be grateful and whatnot ^_^ Remember the 3 'R's everyone XD Enjoy:

Leagues of Love

He stood there, breathless and
Taken aback. Who was this
Goddess that stood there before him?
Her hair flowed like the wind. Her
Eyes, so soft and gentle. Her face:
So pure. So perfect. So anglelic.
She turned around and took a
Glance. His Aphrodite smiled briefly,
and walked straight past.
But who was he kidding?
She was way out of his league.

As she walked passed, she
Couldn't help thinking about him.
His sweet smile as she gave him
A cheesy grin. His soft golden
Hair. His eyes, so soothing and
Gentle. His face: So clear. So shimmering.
So radiant. He had enguled her
Mind with a simple smile.
But who was she kidding?
He was way out of her league.

OK, first off, it's time for spelling errors!! XD

anglelic = angelic
enguled = engulfed

Wootness, now that that's over, time to reveal the poetry behind the words! XD

OK, well, this poem stimulates how people often think. "I'm way out of her league" or "She's way out of my league" this isn't how people should think. Love is love, which means it knows no boundaries. There's no such thing as someone not deserving another when love is the case.

It seems as though the girl in this poem has some feelings for the guy in the poem anyway. Tsk tsk tsk...men are so oblivious sometimes. XD Well, love, as I said, knows no boundaries. No amount of chains or force fields can possibly constrict this emotion from reaching its destiny.

And MCD, another great poem. And lookie in my siggie! I did as you asked and I am spreading the word. ^_~
(Also, if your poem has yet another crazy inner meaning, I haven't found it yet XD)

~Kelsey

Mr Cat Dog
January 14th, 2005, 02:58 PM
Crap! Stupid Word! *Kicks computer* I'll fix those. But thankies for your lovely review, and hopefully more people shall come view this page. Lookie at my siggie as well ^_~ *Goes off to fix spelling mistakes*

Kelsey
January 14th, 2005, 03:01 PM
Awwwwwwws!! <3<3<3<3 That's so sweet! (not the kicking your computer part, the siggie part XD) Don't worry, Word cannot be trusted sometimes. XD But your poems are great anyways. I know you didn't mean to put the spelling mistakes there anyhow. XD Keep writing those poem while your inspiration keeps going! ^o^

~Kelsey

Mr Cat Dog
January 15th, 2005, 03:51 AM
Time for another poem ^_^ I won't ramble, so just read and enjoy:

Shutting Down

The old hag's face was enough
To wipe away any tears caused
By the occasion. Men and women
In coats of white, ironic to the
Situation, sighed, and lay a somewhat
Soothing blanket over her withered
And frail body. The last thing she would
Feel.

Her children watched, seemingly emotionless,
As they could only listen to the sharp,
Painful sounds of the screen by their
Mother's side. As the youngest, Alice,
Finally stifled a tear, it trickled down her
Jet black dress, and onto the floor.
The other two simply said and did
Nothing. They felt it was wrong to show
Emotion on times like these. But no matter
How macho they were, they too started to
Weep with their sister.

The dreaded moment had come. The doctor
Removed the mask that was the only
Thing keeping her alive. In a final
Farewell, she held out her hand.
Alice came to hold it, but by the time
She held her mother's in her own,
The beeping had
Stopped.

MegaDitto
January 15th, 2005, 04:55 AM
That was somewhat the telling of someone's life good.

Kelsey
January 15th, 2005, 09:51 AM
Time for another poem ^_^ I won't ramble, so just read and enjoy:

Shutting Down

The old hag's face was enough
To wipe away any tears caused
By the occasion. Men and women
In coats of white, ironic to the
Situation, sighed, and lay a somewhat
Soothing blanket over her withered
And frail body. The last thing she would
Feel.

Her children watched, seemingly emotionless,
As they could only listen to the sharp,
Painful sounds of the screen by their
Mother's side. As the youngest, Alice,
Finally stifled a tear, it trickled down her
Jet black dress, and onto the floor.
The other two simply said and did
Nothing. They felt it was wrong to show
Emotion on times like these. But no matter
How macho they were, they too started to
Weep with their sister.

The dreaded moment had come. The doctor
Removed the mask that was the only
Thing keeping her alive. In a final
Farewell, she held out her hand.
Alice came to hold it, but by the time
She held her mother's in her own,
The beeping had
Stopped.

Awwwws!! That's one's so sad. ;-; I had a strong emotion felt for Alice. For she was so sweet, and seemed to love her mother dearly, I just felt so bad. ;-; This poem was really well writen. It shows what the final moments of life are like sometimes. Surrounded by those you love, yet it will be the ;ast time you ever see them. I saw one part that bothered me a bit:
"Painful sounds of the screen" did you mean the beeping sounds that the monitor made? Or did you mean for 'screen' to be 'screams'? ^^

Well, that poem was really good! I can't wait for the next one. ^^ *glomps MCD*

~Kelsey

Mr Cat Dog
January 15th, 2005, 09:52 AM
No, the life support monitor thingy... so yes I meant screen. The old hag wasn't screaming or anything. XD

Kelsey
January 15th, 2005, 09:55 AM
XDXD That's what I thought at first, just wanted to be sure. XD Nice poem, as I have said a thousand times over, but it's true! ^o^

~Kelsey

Mr Cat Dog
January 15th, 2005, 01:42 PM
Hi avid readers ^_^ Here is a much more darker poem by yours truly, and it's also my longest one as well. You know the rest, so enjoy ^_^

Hostage

The man simply looked at the weapon
He held in his right hand. Awash with
Rage and anger, he thrust it into his
Wrist, only to miss and stab the table.

He yanked the knife out of the wood
And tried again. But, again, he missed
And stabbed the table for a second
Time. Why could he not do it?

Blood was still on his hands, as well
As the rest of his body. The corpse
Was stashed under the table, groaning.
He gave it a kick. That should have

Stopped it. For good this time. The
Sirens still were still sounding at full
blast. With the continuous, monotonous
flashing of red and blue lights.

He knew he was surrounded. If he
Escaped... but escaping was out of
The question. If only he could find
His precious Jesebelle. Where was she?

He searched through his drawers, his
cupboards, the pantry, behind the
Television, underneath the couch,
On the bed, under the bed. Of course!

He clambered under his bed to retrieve
His sweet Jesebelle. He cocked her and
put her to his temple. His finger reached
For the trigger. But he couldn't. Again.

The girl was shaking, petrified for what
Might happen. Would it be tablets, or
Maybe another fit of rage, or maybe he
Would rape her again, and feel more and

More pleasure. She lay in the closet,
Blind by the gloomy darkness, stung
From the rope around her wrists and
Ankles. But then, footsteps approaching.

The teenager screamed as the door
Opened. He grabbed her and threw
Her on the floor. She expected the
Worst, but not what did happen.

He lunged for her, but not to attack
With vicious rage, but to untie her
From her shackles. Once he had finished,
He simply whispered to her: "Run".

As she fled for her life. He too walked
Almost casually to the door, gently
closed it, and made his way downstairs
To the flashing red and blue lights.

The judge in court only gave him
Fifteen years, due to the fact that
He forgot to take the red and blue pills.
Although it might have been no years,

If he had just pulled the trigger.

MegaDitto
January 15th, 2005, 01:44 PM
That was a long poem and that was Dark.

Claire
January 15th, 2005, 03:27 PM
Love is Conflict

I wake, weary and almost delirious.
I find myself confined, trapped, but
Strangely happy. Simply lying in the
Pool of love, yet with a chain clasped
Around my waist and abdomen. I sit
And swim in bliss and ecstasy. But
Then it happened. The plughole opened
And all came gushing. My Prison caved
In and Out. My chain was being pulled and
Yanked. I kicked and screamed and
Wailed and cried, and yelled and tried
To say:
"Why aren't you letting me stay?"

Yet, I remember little of those fragile
Days. But the situation remains the same.
I still lie in your pool of love. The chain has
Gone, but the emotion still remains from our
First struggle to keep ourselves as one.
Now the fight has turned upon itself.
Why can't I see my friends? Why not?
Please stop yanking my chain. Please!
I kick and scream and wail and cry and try
To say:
"Why aren't you letting me go?"

I adore this poem..i've been there, on both sides. You've captured it extremely well, MCD ^^

MegaDitto
January 15th, 2005, 03:29 PM
You really make good poems.

Mr Cat Dog
January 16th, 2005, 01:16 AM
Thankies Claire and MegaDitto. ^_^ Expect another one today as well.

Mr Cat Dog
January 16th, 2005, 03:54 AM
Hi peeps and peepettes again. ^_^ Here's another long (but not so dark) poem from yours truly. Enjoy:

The Long Fight

The lone warrior could somehow sense
Divine forces telling him he was at least
Half-way through this cesspit of fire and
Brimstone. He read the tattered map, filled
With gothic text and pictures of weird, but
Not so wonderful, places, before continuing
On through the door he had unlocked only a
Few moments ago.

This room felt different than the last. Instead
Of fiery pools of lava and never ending caverns,
There was simply a large door, and ornate decor.
Whilst it felt quaint, he knew that always meant
Something sinister. Still, he casually walked
Towards the door. But it came to no surprise that
A golden lock wrapped itself around the wood and
Almost grinned at him.

More midgets with their horns cocked and ready to
Fire came at the lone warrior with gargantuan
Force. These were nothing new, and he gave them
More hell than he had when he first met them.
Swords slashed, horns locked, teeth bit, feet
Kicked. But, still more and more came to have at
Him. Quickly, he took out a baton and waved it
Into the air, sending out a magical stream of both
Fire and Ice. As quickly as the beasts came, they
Simply disintegrated into the earth, their spirits
Rising. As luck would have it, the fire also lit the
Torches, hidden at first from view, that were
Placed around, the hall, and scented it
With a fragrance, so soothing, that it made the
Warrior feel healthier. But the golden lock snarled
As it removed itself from the door, bitter in its
Defeat. The lone warrior braced himself, then
Walked through the wood.

Silence, or so he thought, in a room more
Familiar to him than the previous. The pits
Of lava were back, as too were the caverns.
But what was this gargantuan in the centre?
The warrior jabbed it with his sword, and it
Awoke with such spirit it would have scared
Anyone who came near it. But not this warrior.
He smirked and lept straight into battle,
Pummeling it with sword-thrusting action. It
moaned and groaned, but still stood strong.
It too then lunged for him with scythes so
Thick and powerful, that they would easily
Chop the head off a stone statue. But it was
Too slow, and it stabbed the fiery lava, and
Shot up with burning pain. The warrior then
Took out his baton, and waved it, majestically,
And more fire and ice came out and thrust
Themselves on the beast, eating at its life
Until there was nothing left. The warrior simply
Waited. When all was done, the beast collapsed
And magically disappeared, revealing a piece of
Pink spongy material.

The Divine forces whispered: "Now onto Level 2!"

MegaDitto
January 16th, 2005, 05:06 AM
That's interseting.You could make these poems into a book.

Mr Cat Dog
January 16th, 2005, 05:08 AM
Well, they sort of are a book, each thread being a book in its own right.... OK, I'm getting carried away with my metaphors. XD But thanks for reading again ^_^

MegaDitto
January 16th, 2005, 05:14 AM
You're welcome I am a fan of potery.Espacilly dark.I like the dark.

Kyosuke
January 16th, 2005, 08:05 PM
I've been reading your poetry, and it really is great XD. So far my favourite is, the last one you posted "The Long Fight", it deals with elements of a narritive poem, but having a fan-fiction feeling to it as well, especially with the ending.

All I can say is, keep writing that poetry you have a talent for it ^^.

Mr Cat Dog
January 16th, 2005, 11:31 PM
I liked the twist at the end of: 'The Long Fight' :P But thankies anyways LT ^_^ There should be another one tonight if I don't get much homework

(Looks around for Kelsey.... Where are you? o.o)

Kelsey
January 17th, 2005, 07:18 AM
Hi avid readers ^_^ Here is a much more darker poem by yours truly, and it's also my longest one as well. You know the rest, so enjoy ^_^

Hostage

The man simply looked at the weapon
He held in his right hand. Awash with
Rage and anger, he thrust it into his
Wrist, only to miss and stab the table.

He yanked the knife out of the wood
And tried again. But, again, he missed
And stabbed the table for a second
Time. Why could he not do it?

Blood was still on his hands, as well
As the rest of his body. The corpse
Was stashed under the table, groaning.
He gave it a kick. That should have

Stopped it. For good this time. The
Sirens still were still sounding at full
blast. With the continuous, monotonous
flashing of red and blue lights.

He knew he was surrounded. If he
Escaped... but escaping was out of
The question. If only he could find
His precious Jesebelle. Where was she?

He searched through his drawers, his
cupboards, the pantry, behind the
Television, underneath the couch,
On the bed, under the bed. Of course!

He clambered under his bed to retrieve
His sweet Jesebelle. He cocked her and
put her to his temple. His finger reached
For the trigger. But he couldn't. Again.

The girl was shaking, petrified for what
Might happen. Would it be tablets, or
Maybe another fit of rage, or maybe he
Would rape her again, and feel more and

More pleasure. She lay in the closet,
Blind by the gloomy darkness, stung
From the rope around her wrists and
Ankles. But then, footsteps approaching.

The teenager screamed as the door
Opened. He grabbed her and threw
Her on the floor. She expected the
Worst, but not what did happen.

He lunged for her, but not to attack
With vicious rage, but to untie her
From her shackles. Once he had finished,
He simply whispered to her: "Run".

As she fled for her life. He too walked
Almost casually to the door, gently
closed it, and made his way downstairs
To the flashing red and blue lights.

The judge in court only gave him
Fifteen years, due to the fact that
He forgot to take the red and blue pills.
Although it might have been no years,

If he had just pulled the trigger.

Awwwwwwwws, I felt somewhat sorry for the man with the gun. Though he held the girl hostage, he still had a little bit of compassion and set her free. But that could be because he didn't want to go back to jail, or he was about to kill himself and end his life right there.

I liked this one a lot MCD, and I liked how he named his gun Jesebelle. XDXD
*glomps* Keep writing those shweet poems. ^^

~Kelsey

(PS- Sorry it took me so long to get here. XD I'll read and rate "The Long Flight" in a second. ^^)

EDIT:
The Long Fight

The lone warrior could somehow sense
Divine forces telling him he was at least
Half-way through this cesspit of fire and
Brimstone. He read the tattered map, filled
With gothic text and pictures of weird, but
Not so wonderful, places, before continuing
On through the door he had unlocked only a
Few moments ago.

This room felt different than the last. Instead
Of fiery pools of lava and never ending caverns,
There was simply a large door, and ornate decor.
Whilst it felt quaint, he knew that always meant
Something sinister. Still, he casually walked
Towards the door. But it came to no surprise that
A golden lock wrapped itself around the wood and
Almost grinned at him.

More midgets with their horns cocked and ready to
Fire came at the lone warrior with gargantuan
Force. These were nothing new, and he gave them
More hell than he had when he first met them.
Swords slashed, horns locked, teeth bit, feet
Kicked. But, still more and more came to have at
Him. Quickly, he took out a baton and waved it
Into the air, sending out a magical stream of both
Fire and Ice. As quickly as the beast came, they
Simply disintegrated into the earth, their spirits
Rising. As luck would have it, the fire also lit the
Torches, hidden at first from view, that were
Placed around, the hall, and scented it
With a fragrance, so soothing, that it made the
Warrior feel healthier. But the golden lock snarled
As it removed itself from the door, bitter in its
Defeat. The lone warrior braced himself, then
Walked through the wood.

Silence, or so he thought, in a room more
Familiar to him than the previous. The pits
Of lava were back, as too were the caverns.
But what was this gargantuan in the centre?
The warrior jabbed it with his sword, and it
Awoke with such spirit it would have scared
Anyone who came near it. But not this warrior.
He smirked and lept straight into battle,
Pummeling it with sword-thrusting action. It
moaned and groaned, but still stood strong.
It too then lunged for him with scythes so
Thick and powerful, that they would easily
Chop the head of a stone statue. But it was
Too slow, and it stabbed the fiery lava, and
Shot up with burning pain. The warrior then
Took out his baton, and waved it, majestically,
And more fire and ice came out and thrust
Themselves on the beast, eating at its life
Until there was nothing left. The warrior simply
Waited. When all was done, the beast collapsed
And magically disappeared, revealing a piece of
Pink spongy material.

The Divine forces whispered: "Now onto Level 2!"

Weeeeeeeee, this one was awsome! I pictured the warrior as an adult Link from the Legend of Zelda. I thought of him fighting Dragon on Mt. Doom. ^_____^

Anyways, first, teh spelling errors. XD
"Quickly, he took out a baton and waved it
Into the air, sending out a magical stream of both
Fire and Ice. As quickly as the beast came..." 'Beast' should be 'beasts', seing as you are refering to multiple horned creatures attacking the warrior.

"Chop the head of a stone statue..." 'Of' should be 'off'. XD But those are the only mistakes, and not to mention minor ones. ^____^

I thought it was a neat twist on how it said "Onto level Two" at the end. XD It makes it seem even more like the Legend of Zelda, one of my favorite games. <3 Awsome job yet again MCD! ^o^

~Kelsey

Mr Cat Dog
January 17th, 2005, 07:43 AM
XD At the time, I was writing it when Word had put itself in Override, and its only now that I realise how to turn it off. XD I'll go back and fix those now, since I didn't have the chance to do so when I wrote it firsthand. And it's glad to have you back Kelsey ^_^

Kelsey
January 17th, 2005, 09:17 AM
XD Stupid Word, the dumb thing always goes nuts on me too. @_@ Awsome poems, MCD, and I really wasn't gone for that long, but thanks for the welcome back. XD *glomps*

~Kelsey

Mr Cat Dog
January 17th, 2005, 09:33 AM
Here's another poem thingy... and this one does have a hidden message Kelsey - so watch out. ^_~ Enjoy:

The Devil's Poem

The devil, he sits on my shoulder.
He tells me to do terrible things.

One time he told me to punch my
Sister in the arm. I did it, and it
Felt good. Another time, he said
I should push over a group of boxes
Onto the floor. Mother knew it was
Me, and she gave me a smack, but
It didn't hurt compared to the joy
Of adrenalin running through me.

The devil, he sits on my shoulder.
He tells me to do terrible things.

The devil also comes to me when I
sleep. He says that everyone is
Against me, and they must suffer.
So the next morning, I put salt in
the sugar bowl. Father ended up in
Hospital, and I got another smack,
But I didn't care. I sort of liked the
Bittersweet feeling that came with
the hard blow. It made me know that
My message had gone through.

The devil, he sits on my shoulder.
He tells me to do terrible things.

Then, only yesterday, the devil came
To me at school, and told me to burn
the classroom. I took a lighter, and
Torched the flimsy wooden tables.
Everyone screamed, and ran, but I
Just laughed, with the devil by my side.
But soon the fire spread, and ran
Through the corridors and the lockers
And the gymnasium and the toilets
And even the Headmaster's Office.
Everyone ran and screamed away from
The cursed blaze.

The devil, he sat on my shoulder.
He told me to do terrible things.

Now all the devil does is laugh in my
Face, ontop of the window of my bare
And white room. But I can't touch him.
My hands are tied behind my back with
a jacket only mad people wear.

MegaDitto
January 17th, 2005, 09:46 AM
That poem is based on trust and beterayl.That was I will just do this.9/10

Mr Cat Dog
January 17th, 2005, 10:55 AM
Whilst it is loosely based on betrayal, that's not the entire gist of it. But thankf for reading anyways ^_^

P.S. I didn't understand the last sentence... could you rephrase it please?

MegaDitto
January 17th, 2005, 10:57 AM
I did not understand what your first word said and I put my comment into a rating.

Kelsey
January 17th, 2005, 01:30 PM
Here's another poem thingy... and this one does have a hidden message Kelsey - so watch out. ^_~ Enjoy:

The Devil's Poem

The devil, he sits on my shoulder.
He tells me to do terrible things.

One time he told me to punch my
Sister in the arm. I did it, and it
Felt good. Another time, he said
I should push over a group of boxes
Onto the floor. Mother knew it was
Me, and she gave me a smack, but
It didn't hurt compared to the joy
Of adrenalin running through me.

The devil, he sits on my shoulder.
He tells me to do terrible things.

The devil also comes to me when I
sleep. He says that everyone is
Against me, and they must suffer.
So the next morning, I put salt in
the sugar bowl. Father ended up in
Hospital, and I got another smack,
But I didn't care. I sort of liked the
Bittersweet feeling that came with
the hard blow. It made me know that
My message had gone thorugh.

The devil, he sits on my shoulder.
He tells me to do terrible things.

Then, only yesterday, the devil came
To me at school, and told me to burn
the classroom. I took a lighter, and
Torched the flimsy wooden tables.
Everyone screamed, and ran, but I
Just laughed, with the devil by my side.
But soon the fire spread, and ran
Through the corridors and the lockers
And the gymnasium and the toilets
And even the Headmaster's Office.
Everyone ran and screamed away from
The cursed blaze.

The devil, he sat on my shoulder.
He told me to do terrible things.

Now all the devil does is laugh in my
Face, ontop of the window of my bare
And white room. But I can't touch him.
My hands are tied behind my back with
a jacket only mad people wear.

O_______O Meep, this one freaked me out, but it was sooooo cool! ^_________^ OK, first I found one spelling error:
thorugh = through
(^ Stupid Word. XD)

OK, now as for the message...well, it seems as though the boy is possessed by the devil. The devil tells him of terrible things to do, that end up hurting the ones he loves. Then, with the school fire, the boy had gone too far.

Then in the mental institute, the devil laughs at his 'underling's' misfortune, after it was the devil who told the boy to do all of those things.

I think the message is somewhat of betrayl. For the devil acted as one of the boy's pals, always at his side. Until the boy was in trouble, did the devil come to his aid? Most certainly not.

If that's not it, then I suspect that if you hear voices in your head don't listen to them. XDXDXD

Awsome poem MCD, this one is amongst one of my faves out of your poems. ^^

~Kelsey

Mr Cat Dog
January 17th, 2005, 01:47 PM
Most of what you're saying is right, although he isn't actually being possessed by the devil. The devil is simply another metaphor. The kid has ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder). I did some research, and a lot of people who have this say that they've been affected by the devil, even though there was no need fo exorcism at the end. But, everything about betrayal and the 'devil's' fickleness is all right and stuff ^_^

Mr Cat Dog
January 19th, 2005, 09:41 AM
I have no homework tonight, so I might compose 2 poems to make up for me not posting one yesterday. This first one is loosely based on the Shakespeare play of Macbeth, and if you really want to get the full meaning of it, you should read the play :P I'm sure most people'll enjoy it anyways ^_^ Enjoy:

Double, double toil and trouble

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Witches, three crouch in their pit.
Frail and ancient, they do sit,
Round the cauldron, candles lit
For what they burn, their souls shall frit.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Round about the cauldron go
In the poisoned entrails throw.
Sweltered venom sleeping got,
Boil it first in the charmed pot.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Silvered in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartars lips,
Add them to a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Evil deeds and wrecks of sin,
Crawl and writher from within,
Like a cat's malicious grin.
Good shall fail, and evil, win.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Kelsey
January 22nd, 2005, 01:14 PM
I have no homework tonight, so I might compose 2 poems to make up for me not posting one yesterday. This first one is loosely based on the Shakespeare play of Macbeth, and if you really want to get the full meaning of it, you should read the play :P I'm sure most people'll enjoy it anyways ^_^ Enjoy:

Double, double toil and trouble

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Witches, three crouch in their pit.
Frail and ancient, they do sit,
Round the cauldron, candles lit
For what they burn, their souls shall frit.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Round about the cauldron go
In the poisoned entrails throw.
Sweltered venom sleeping got,
Boil it first in the charmed pot.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Silvered in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartars lips,
Add them to a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Evil deeds and wrecks of sin,
Crawl and writher from within,
Like a cat's malicious grin.
Good shall fail, and evil, win.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Weeeeeeeeeeee, this one reminded me of the Harry Potter movies. XD I really loved this poem, it has a cool ring to it once you read it.

It gives the reader an image of witches gathered around a pitch-black cauldron, chanting the words of your poem. ^____^ It gave me a neat feeling of betrayl almost. As if the witches are concocting this mesh of spells to gain revenge, but that's just my vision of it.

I saw no spelling erros either, which was very nice. Yet again, another awsome poem MCD. ^_____^

~Kelsey

MegaDitto
January 22nd, 2005, 01:24 PM
That's a good poem.It's like a song.

Mr Cat Dog
January 22nd, 2005, 01:25 PM
If you read MacBeth, then the poem has a lot more relevance, but it still has its own meaning on its own, which you got Kelsey ^_^ I might have a poem tonight if I can think of another one XD But thanks for reading ^_^

Kelsey
January 22nd, 2005, 01:33 PM
Whoa whoa whoa. Stop. Back up. Now, did you just say that I actually got your poem's meaning? o.o *freaks out and dances* Yeah!!! XD

I did like it a lot, maybe I can get more of your poem's meanings by not trying so hard. XD Awsome job MCD, I can't wait for more. <3

~Kelsey

Mr Cat Dog
January 22nd, 2005, 02:01 PM
Well... it wasn't that hard or anything. It was just three witches dancing and chanting around a cauldron. No metaphors involved, unless you've read Macbeth and then you'll get a whole new meaning to it XD

Mr Cat Dog
January 22nd, 2005, 02:32 PM
Bla Bla... just read and enjoy and crap like that XD (Oh... HIDDEN MEANING ALERT)

The ticking of the clock

The old grandfather clock sits
As a reminder to the woman in
Her rocking chair. As she rocks
Away to Fred Astaire, the clock
Ticks and tocks away to a simple,
Monotonous beat.

The woman sighs, and reaches
For the remote control, to turn
The volume up so she can rock
Some more, to compete with the
Old grandfather clock. Like her
Deceased hubby, he drones on
In his weary ticking and tocking.

She watches the world from her
Stained window. If specks of mud
Were rose-tinted glasses, then
All would have been well. The
Grandmother and Grandfather clock
go back to their ticking and tocking
And rocking, smiling happilly as they
Rock into the evening.

Kelsey
January 22nd, 2005, 02:32 PM
XD Drat...well, I have read Julius Caesar, does that count? XD Hurry up and write more, I wanna reply to some poems!! XD *pulls out Claire's whip* >=3

~Kelsey

EDIT: OK, I've just read The Ticking of the Clock. To me, I got the picture of this elderly woman in her rocking chair, silently rocking back and forth to the ticking of the grandfather clock.

It made me feel as though time is almost up for the old woman, and she seemed suspensful for her "turn" to end. Like she wished to go to her husband and be with him. And when she turned the volume up, she rocked faster, as if hoping to speed the time up for her time to end sooner rather than later.

I saw no spelling erros so wooootness!! XD I liked this one too, even if I didn't get the meaning, the way I read it, it makes me have an enlightened feeling inside, well done MCD. ^^

Dignity
January 22nd, 2005, 02:37 PM
well, thats a good poem but i cant figure out the meaning argh!

Mr Cat Dog
January 31st, 2005, 01:56 PM
Sorry I haven't posted a poem in ages, I've just had terrible writers block. I'll deal with Kelsey's meaning a bit later, once I've got this poem written down and stuff. ^_^

The Trouble of Two

Away with you, I want no more
To do with you. Your moaning and
Groaning and clanging and banging
And whining and crying and wailing
And bailing me out of my dreamy
And blissful paradise of nocturnal
Fantasy.

Yet as soon as one shuts up, the
Other comes back, as if it's a ghost
Of the previous one. Again with the
Moaning and groaning and clanging
And banging and whining and crying
To myself at night as they take control
Of me and my life.

When they both miraculously both
Decease into a decaying slumber, my
Heart comes to rest upon my aching
Ribs, so softly does it pound whilst
Silence reigns the house. Yet it pounds
Like a drum when even the slightest
Of noises comes from up the hall.

Why did I even want kids in the first place?

Kelsey
January 31st, 2005, 02:42 PM
Sorry I haven't posted a poem in ages, I've just had terrible writers block. I'll deal with Kelsey's meaning a bit later, once I've got this poem written down and stuff. ^_^

The Trouble of Two

Away with you, I want no more
To do with you. Your moaning and
Groaning and clanging and banging
And whining and crying and wailing
And bailing me out of my dreamy
And blissful paradise of nocturnal
Fantasy.

Yet as soon as one shuts up, the
Other comes back, as if it's a ghost
Of the previous one. Again with the
Moaning and groaning and clanging
And banging and whining and crying
To myself at night as they take control
Of me and my life.

When they both miraculously both
Decease into a decaying slumber, my
Heart comes to rest upon my aching
Ribs, so softly does it pound whilst
Silence reigns the house. Yet it pounds
Like a drum when even the slightest
Of noises comes from up the hall.

Why did I even want kids in the first place?

Awsome! XD This one so describes how a mother can feel at times. For having children I'm sure is a blissful thing...until they learn the meaning of noise. XD

I imagined a young mother who has about three or four children. They are constantly ranting and screaming through the house, tearing things apart. The mother sometimes wishes she could lose herself and just become distant from all the chaos.

The one special time of the day is when bedtime rools around. X3 The kids are tucked away in their beds and the mother can be at rest. Until the slightest movement of feet across the floor or the sound of a shutting door, and all Hell breaks loose once more. XD

I absolutlely loved this poem MCD. ^^ It shows how a mother or father often have to deal with their children as they go about their daily chaotic ways. ^^ It just goes to show how much we should really appreciate our parents for what they go through for us. <3 Shweet poem MCD, yet another masterpiece. ^_~

~Kelsey

MegaDitto
January 31st, 2005, 03:23 PM
Sorry I haven't posted a poem in ages, I've just had terrible writers block. I'll deal with Kelsey's meaning a bit later, once I've got this poem written down and stuff. ^_^

The Trouble of Two

Away with you, I want no more
To do with you. Your moaning and
Groaning and clanging and banging
And whining and crying and wailing
And bailing me out of my dreamy
And blissful paradise of nocturnal
Fantasy.

Yet as soon as one shuts up, the
Other comes back, as if it's a ghost
Of the previous one. Again with the
Moaning and groaning and clanging
And banging and whining and crying
To myself at night as they take control
Of me and my life.

When they both miraculously both
Decease into a decaying slumber, my
Heart comes to rest upon my aching
Ribs, so softly does it pound whilst
Silence reigns the house. Yet it pounds
Like a drum when even the slightest
Of noises comes from up the hall.

Why did I even want kids in the first place?
Agian I liked it.

The Fallen
January 31st, 2005, 03:36 PM
That was an awesome poem.I remeber when i used to write some here and there, but they're probably really corny now lol.Like the word corny XD.Great poem again.

Mr Cat Dog
February 1st, 2005, 07:49 AM
Yesh... thank you for your lovely and kind reviews and stuff... ^_^ Anyways, I believe my writer's block has gone, so here's another poem ^_^ (HIDDEN MEANING ALERT!!! XD)

Like a virgin

Touched for the very first time
By the blinding light, I feel bliss
And rejuvenation flowing through
My heart and soul. I unfold my
Feathered arms and fly through
The sky like an eagle. Soaring
Through the gentle atmosphere.

I land in a green field, rejoycing
With little woodland critters. They
Frolick and play come rain or shine.
But the rain clouds never come, so
Happiness reigns among the land.
I carress a young badger's fur coat,
And we dance into the sunset.

I fly off again, but not into the bliss
Of paradise, but into the cold, harsh
Abyss. My wings clipped, by heart,
Perished, my soul, gone. I fall, screaming
With despair and hatred for the
Trickery it all was. I crash into a ditch,
Cold, and alone. No majestic wings,
No woodland animals. Nothing. Except
Myself, lying in a ditch.

Kelsey
February 1st, 2005, 08:01 AM
Yesh... thank you for your lovely and kind reviews and stuff... ^_^ Anyways, I believe my writer's block has gone, so here's another poem ^_^ (HIDDEN MEANING ALERT!!! XD)

Like a virgin

Touched for the very first time
By the blinding light, I feel bliss
And rejuvenation flowing through
My heart and soul. I unfold my
Feathered arms and fly through
The sky like an eagle. Soaring
Through the gentle atmosphere.

I land in a green field, rejoycing
With little woodland critters. They
Frolick and play come rain or shine.
But the rain clouds never come, so
Happiness reigns among the land.
I carress a young badger's fur coat,
And we dance into the sunset.

I fly off again, but not into the bliss
Of paradise, but into the cold, harsh
Abyss. My wings clipped, by heart,
Perished, my soul, gone. I fall, screaming
With despair and hatred for the
Trickery it all was. I crash into a ditch,
Cold, and alone. No majestic wings,
No woodland animals. Nothing. Except
Myself, lying in a ditch.

This one was very good. I adored how it began, with a seemingly blissful virgin exploring the world and embracing all that love there.

Now, I pictured the virgin to be a young woman, with large and beautiful angelic wings extending from her back. She enjoyed every last moment of life, as well as the creatures that live on this earth.

I imagined her soaring through a dense yet lively forest, frolicking with the animals and smiling the entire time through. Then, something happens. She's suddenly tricked by a heartless soul and ripped from her paradise into a world of chaos and Hell.

She's trown to the ditch of life, all hope seems lost. Happiness feels as though it may never reach her ever again. This was such a sad part to the poem.

"I fly off again, but not into the bliss
Of paradise, but into the cold, harsh
Abyss. My wings clipped, by heart,
Perished, my soul, gone."

This section gave one the feeling that this naive creature soared off once more into her paradise, but suddenly flew in the "wrong direction". She falls, her life shattering like a smashed mirror, shards of her life scattering across the earth.

I'm not sure if this is correct or not, but this poem suggested the idea of rape to me. o.o For that is truly what happens. You are torn from your paradise and sent to a Hell where fire blazes and chaos rains supreme.

Awsome poem, MCD. Even though I love all of your poems, each time you make a new one they get better and better. ^_______^

~Kelsey

Mr Cat Dog
February 1st, 2005, 08:04 AM
I understand where you're coming from, but it's not rape. The person (I'll explain why it may not be a girl) was on LSD. The first two stanzas were about the 'journey' that the person took. In this case, it was one where he/she was flying then dancing around with a badger XD The final stanza shows the side-effects of doing drugs and stuff...

But thanks for reviewing ^_^

Kelsey
February 1st, 2005, 08:08 AM
Ooh, I see. ^______^ Dancing with a badger? oO Those things are mean! XD

Well, even though my guess wasn't correct, I still stand by my meanings and that you have a true gift as a writer. Keep up the great work MCD. ^o^

~Kelsey

Mr Cat Dog
February 3rd, 2005, 09:08 AM
Since I'm going to be entering the Valentine's day comp, does anyone have any suggestions of which one (love based) I should enter?

Kelsey
February 3rd, 2005, 12:02 PM
Prophecies

Alone at night, a dying couplet say farewell.
Their partings are swift; like an angel
Of death. Betrayed, betrothed, between
Themselves are a matching sword and shield. Alone.
Together yet apart. But all is not lost.

They will be reunited, not in heaven, but
In the shadows of their past. Only there can they
Reap for what they have sewn. Unpicking
Every little stitch from the tatty hem of
Deceit, despair and the most important:
Death.

The Five betrayers shall be persecuted. For
When the past has been repossessed, Judgement
Shall reign. It shall sanctify the innocent, but
Condemn the guilty to a terrible fate.

The Power of Love. Sent from Above.
Death-defying this was not. But the
Consequences will wreak havoc upon those
Who have betrayed the Almighty pair.

Those who have not sinned will be spared.
But for those Five, a contrasting bridge of fate lies for
Them to walk across. Unbeknown to their fragile
Minds, their guardian angels have been stained
With their vulgar hands.

Alone at night, a dying couplet say goodbye.

Oooooh, do this one do this one do this one! ^___________________^ I really enjoyed this poem before when I had read and reviewed it. It is filled with such emotion and promise, this is the one I recommend for the contest. ^o^

~Kelsey

Mr Cat Dog
February 3rd, 2005, 12:49 PM
Is it based on love? Well... I'll write another one based on love and see if that one's better than Prophecies... ^_^

Kelsey
February 3rd, 2005, 01:01 PM
Well, it's kinda about the "power of love". XD That counts, right? XD Well, I'm sure which ever poem you pick, it shall be a great one. ^o^ Good luck to you MCD! ^^

~Kelsey

Mr Cat Dog
February 5th, 2005, 08:30 AM
If you think that this one is better than Prophecies, then I'll submit this one. Unlike Prophecies, this one is straight from the heart... and stuff like that XD Enjoy ^_^

I love you

My heartstrings play a violin solo
When you walk into the room. My
Stomach becomes filled with little
Butterflies, flying around, filled with
Bittersweet emotion.

The hormones rush through me, and
My face turns red, blushing even at
The sight of you. My beating heart
Thumps against my feeble ribcage,
And yearns to be let free.

You're enchanting, encapsulating,
Dazzling, delightful. You are my
World, and everything in it. You
Light up the sky in daylight, and
Fill it up with stars at night.

But, you don't feel the same way.
To you, I am but a simple, yet
Solitary friend. The shy, unspoken
One, of whom love has never touched
With her gentle kiss.

But she has kissed me, and with
Cupid's arrow pointing to you, I'm
Never going to stop loving your
Radiance and brilliance. Yet, I can't
Utter those simple words:

I love you

Kelsey
February 5th, 2005, 03:01 PM
OMGoodness, this one looks like a real winner Jon! ^________^ *huggles* I won't give it my 'all-out' review, seeing as you're entering it in teh contest, plus it came from the heart (awwwwwwwwww). ^^ But from what I can see it's wonderful, Jon, good show! XD

~Kelsey

Claire
February 6th, 2005, 05:32 AM
awwww that's such a sweet emtionally-charged poem ^^ great job ^^

Mr Cat Dog
March 18th, 2005, 10:15 AM
I know this is over a month old, but I am not reposting all my poems again... so I'm just oging to revive it as my writers block has ended. In this poem, if you've seen the movie/stage production Chicago, then you'll instantly recognise the bits in italics. Anywas, here it is:

Murder

He had it coming

Adultery.
A mortal sin.
Simply a pleasure,
Or more of a deep,
Dark, hideaway.

He had it coming

But with my sister?
How low could he go?
Lower than limbo.
Was he crying out:
Murder me?

He only had himself to blame

The secrets, the lies,
The slander, the smear.
Oh how could I live
With him anymore?
The end was near.

If you'd have been there

Tonight was the night
I ended the lust.
I thrust my coat upon
My stabbed back
And grabbed his rifle.

If you'd have seen it

I drove through the
Endless rain, stormed
Our house and barged
Into our bedroom where
I shot him - point blank.

I betcha you would have done the same

Natsuki
March 18th, 2005, 03:35 PM
OMFG YES! XD I loved the movie Chicago! <3<3 This poem really striked me as very interesting and quite wild. ;D

This poem shows a lot about what happened in the scene in Chicago that this poem is based off of. <3 Betrayl, sins, revenge, and Hell all crammed into one. XD

I loved the beat and flow this poem had. ^^ I started to sing the song from the movie as I read the poem! XD Awsome job Jon. ^^

Note: It's OK to revive pieces of writing, you are also allowed to double post if you are adding another piece. ^.~

~Kelsey

Mr Cat Dog
March 19th, 2005, 01:07 AM
I knew about the double posting, but not the reviving thingy... thought it applied to Fan Fiction only. But thanks for the review Kelsey ^_^

Kylie-chan
March 27th, 2005, 01:59 AM
Well if you really care what I have to say about the last poem, I think it's fantastic. ^^

It really appealed to me perhaps with the dark theme. ^^ The rain sets the feeling perfectly, I could imagine a scene in my mind. It set my mind on fire, made me wonder what had happened to the person's sister...


The secrets, the lies,
The slander, the smear.
I loved that bit, it's so catchy. =3
Adultery.
A mortal sin.
Simply a pleasure,
Or more of a deep,
Dark, hideaway.

It really touched my soul, for... a certain reason... that line. I love how it starts - one word, which can mean a thousand different ones ^^; I have one problem with that, the only problem in the whole poem I found: Why does it goe deep | dark, hideaway? If they don't belong together please excuse me. XD

The flow was nice, and I loved the bits in italics; they tell a whole story on their own if you read them without the rest.

Lovely ^^
~Kylie

Mr Cat Dog
May 23rd, 2005, 12:42 PM
Hitler's Love

As the torrents of rain soak
What sunlight there should be
From the despondent dawn,
Corpses lie in their scores,
Swollen, drenched, not just by
Water, but by the blood oozing
Out from their hearts.

Two vultures, nestled close,
Watch, unstirred, as they swoop
Down and pick the eyes and ears
And flesh until they both are fully
Gorged. Leaving their hollow remnants
In peace, they fly back to their dead
Twig upon dead tree, and embrace,
Almost with affection.

As he drives his jet black motor
Through the streets of Berlin,
His fumes of human roast, clinging
To his bristle moustache, the Fuhrer
Stops, at a small florist to pick up
Roses for his beloved Eva upon his
Return to his hidden hideaway.

Should we rejoice in this gratitude
That the epitome of evil can find the
Smallest morsel of warm, tender love
In the icy caverns of his heart,
Or should we despair, for in these caverns
Of ignorant radiance lies the stone cold truths of
Evil, Malice and Hatred.

I hope everyone likes it... well, I think ^_^

Natsuki
May 23rd, 2005, 01:42 PM
Hitler's Love

As the torrents of rain soak
What sunlight there should be
From the despondent dawn,
Corpses lie in their scores,
Swollen, drenched, not just by
Water, but by the blood oozing
Out from their hearts.

Two vultures, nestled close,
Watch, unstirred, as they swoop
Down and pick the eyes and ears
And flesh until they both are fully
Gorged. Leaving their hollow remnants
In peace, they fly back to their dead
Twig upon dead tree, and embrace,
Almost with affection.

As he drives his jet black motor
Through the streets of Berlin,
His fumes of human roast, clinging
To his bristle moustache, the Fuhrer
Stops, at a small florist to pick up
Roses for his beloved Eva upon his
Return to his hidden hideaway.

Should we rejoice in this gratitude
That the epitome of evil can find the
Smallest morsel of warm, tender love
In the icy caverns of his heart,
Or should we despair, for in these caverns
Of ignorant radiance lies the stone cold truths of
Evil, Malice and Hatred.

I hope everyone likes it... well, I think ^_^

Oooh, this was a very nice poem, Jon. ^________^ I love the themes you choose, they're totally random yet the poems have such meaning that your randomness doesn't even matter. XD

I adore the descriptions you used, especially this part:
His fumes of human roast, clinging
To his bristle moustache, the Fuhrer

It made me think of an ecil so great...that no human could possibly surpass it. To me, Hitler was not a man. He was the lowest parasite that could have ever existed upon this earth. The murderous traits he had...and the torture chambers he had concocted...that man was truly evil.

Your poem doesn't just show the evil that was vurning inside Hitler, but you bring light to the dreadful moment. This is the part I'm talking about:
Stops, at a small florist to pick up
Roses for his beloved Eva upon his
Return to his hidden hideaway.

The part with the roses sort of brings light to the moment of despair. For it contrasts quite nicely. An evil man hold a beautiful flower. Yet every rose has its thorns.

Awesome job Jon! ^^ I absolutely loved it. <3333 *glomps*

~Kelsey

Mr Cat Dog
June 4th, 2005, 11:03 AM
Psychiatry

I grab my pistol from my pocket.
I shoot the first person I see.
In the chest. In the heart.
Everyone flees in danger.
I shoot again. A woman this time.
Almost point blank range.
I shoot randomly. I then reload.
I keep shooting everyone.
No one can hide from me.
I shoot a man in blue.
I shoot another one.
And another one.
And another one.
Until I am shot. With a dart.
I grow weary. I shoot again.
I miss. I fall. I collapse.

I wake in a cell, bare and empty.
A balding man sits at the other side.
He asks me the same question.
Why did I shoot?
WHY did I shoot?
WHY DID I SHOOT?
How am I supposed to know?
He thinks I'm insane.
Although, maybe I am.
Why did I shoot those people?

The balding man says he'll speak tomorrow.
I hear him uttering the words: Hopeless Case.
Why am I Hopless? Why am I here?
Why did I shoot those people?
Just... why?