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Kelsey January 15th, 2005 9:51 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Mr Cat Dog
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 9:52 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 9:55 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 1:42 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 1:44 PM

That was a long poem and that was Dark.

Claire January 15th, 2005 3:27 PM

Quote:

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 3:29 PM

You really make good poems.

Mr Cat Dog January 16th, 2005 1:16 AM

Thankies Claire and MegaDitto. ^_^ Expect another one today as well.

Mr Cat Dog January 16th, 2005 3:54 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 5:06 AM

That's interseting.You could make these poems into a book.

Mr Cat Dog January 16th, 2005 5:08 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 5:14 AM

You're welcome I am a fan of potery.Espacilly dark.I like the dark.

Kyosuke January 16th, 2005 8:05 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 7:18 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Mr Cat Dog
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:
Quote:

Originally Posted by Mr Cat Dog
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 7:43 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 9:17 AM

XD Stupid Word, the dumb thing always goes nuts on me too. @[email protected] 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 9:33 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 9:46 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 1:30 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Mr Cat Dog
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 1:47 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 9:41 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 1:14 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Mr Cat Dog
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


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