Series of Poems #6
Bert fumbled the egg.
Suddenly lightning flashed red.
Colors became neg.
EEEP! Ooops, oh no, I must retrieve the egg.
The roar shook Bert so much, it even shook my steel legs.
Bidoop, the only person Bert knows who can hurt Bert,
Is my almighty powerful master Khrushchev.
With one fell swoop of his staff, he can turn me into fragments, kihoosh.
Then he'll disintegrate my ions with a deluge.
Bzzp burt, this looks like one mighty deep crag.
Who knows? Inside might be a helpful mystical hag.
Abraham, my grandfather, killed by American Natives,
Great chief Gogo Galloping Gorrilla scalped his head.
(It is awkward I do not wish him dead.)
Neighbors told me this tale.
And they have told me others fables of much greater scale.
They say they've spotted, dragons, goblins and other creatures too.
I believe these stories to all be poo.
I, Satan, glide through the rye field eyeing the dragon of light.
I won't lose him out of sight, for I too desire dominion over the egg tonight.
The right to power should only be in the hands of great minds.
Because they know how to judge the boundary lines,
The boundary lines of how much of this power to dine on
Of course, even Machiavelli knew the limited might a king should don.
Damn this robot fool that dropped the egg, mule!
The abyss is too deep for me to peep,
And see where the egg has landed stranded.
I'll have to wait for him to get the egg,
Then I'll snatch it and bite off his two legs.
Another
Quest is
At
Rest
'nless the
Egg is wrecked
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Series of Poems #5
Still the chase is on.
Nobody knows for how long.
Is the dragon wrong?
Chop, chop, clop
Thank God I don't dress like a fop
Southerners don't know labor
Unlike me and my forest neighbors
Kkk, flick, puhuuu, there goes another tree
My hands work as quickly as a bee
I will soon repair our Illinois home, yes sireee!
Wrestling with the Clary's Grove boys really pays of its fees
That robot ransacked my rad new loot.
I am really red now with rage against the ruffian now in pursuit.
Maybe I can't race to reach the robot en route.
I will make my red horn resound, DEEDOOO!
Now my brethren know right where to go.
They will run right here and ask me who is our new rabid foe.
This putrid egg that the brute hoarded,
The dragon wants it to be warded.
For what reason is the world now sordid?
Will the owner of this egg be awarded?
With some power that make others cower who do not hold it?
I must join in this race
Larger than the expanse of space
In order to win first place.
Khrushchev's minion is speedy lightning fast.
The strength inside my wings must be amassed.
If I want this precious world to last.
I think he may be slowed if my roar blasts.
RHEEEEAAARR! The blast makes the earth shake; thus, Bert brakes.
Blood might soon
Be Spilled
Here...
But,
Robots
don't have blood.
Still the chase is on.
Nobody knows for how long.
Is the dragon wrong?
Chop, chop, clop
Thank God I don't dress like a fop
Southerners don't know labor
Unlike me and my forest neighbors
Kkk, flick, puhuuu, there goes another tree
My hands work as quickly as a bee
I will soon repair our Illinois home, yes sireee!
Wrestling with the Clary's Grove boys really pays of its fees
That robot ransacked my rad new loot.
I am really red now with rage against the ruffian now in pursuit.
Maybe I can't race to reach the robot en route.
I will make my red horn resound, DEEDOOO!
Now my brethren know right where to go.
They will run right here and ask me who is our new rabid foe.
This putrid egg that the brute hoarded,
The dragon wants it to be warded.
For what reason is the world now sordid?
Will the owner of this egg be awarded?
With some power that make others cower who do not hold it?
I must join in this race
Larger than the expanse of space
In order to win first place.
Khrushchev's minion is speedy lightning fast.
The strength inside my wings must be amassed.
If I want this precious world to last.
I think he may be slowed if my roar blasts.
RHEEEEAAARR! The blast makes the earth shake; thus, Bert brakes.
Blood might soon
Be Spilled
Here...
But,
Robots
don't have blood.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Series of Poems #4
The egg remains safe.
Many creatures here will strafe.
This shore is unsafe.
Bert, BIJUUP, beep, the laser hit
Bizup zup zup, the snake's tail is lit
Bert vroom to take egg
Bert hear viking say HUH?! then beg
Bert's brain think, heeroop, me must also knock him out
Klip, klip went Bert's fists into his snout
BONK! fell the viking on the ground
Bert in a zip take the egg and run from the battleground
Sssss is Satan asleep?
Sizzling sounds seethe into my ear sockets
Half unconscious Satan screams SSSSAAAA!
It feels as if I have been hit by rockets!
This siren sound I now see
My body is burning slowly
Slither I must into the sea
Before too many burns besiege my body
Oo! Me booty hurts more than an old coot's.
Who be this fool whom that egg he pursuits?
HE has to be afoot since his smell is still aloof.
Rude be this fellow who doesn't even give a hoot.
Real men alert their foe before they hit their enemy with a boot.
It seemed harder than anyone's foot.
Maybe his foot had and iron caput.
After all, it felt like a head protruding out of his foot.
Slash and crash, my palms make the earth shake and quake.
I sniff out a damaged snake whose tail bakes.
Darned snake, who took the egg encased by gel?
Was it a robot, quickly, respond, yell!
Forget you, I can still trace the egg's smell.
What secrets
Lie in
This
Egg
Newly
Arisen here
The egg remains safe.
Many creatures here will strafe.
This shore is unsafe.
Bert, BIJUUP, beep, the laser hit
Bizup zup zup, the snake's tail is lit
Bert vroom to take egg
Bert hear viking say HUH?! then beg
Bert's brain think, heeroop, me must also knock him out
Klip, klip went Bert's fists into his snout
BONK! fell the viking on the ground
Bert in a zip take the egg and run from the battleground
Sssss is Satan asleep?
Sizzling sounds seethe into my ear sockets
Half unconscious Satan screams SSSSAAAA!
It feels as if I have been hit by rockets!
This siren sound I now see
My body is burning slowly
Slither I must into the sea
Before too many burns besiege my body
Oo! Me booty hurts more than an old coot's.
Who be this fool whom that egg he pursuits?
HE has to be afoot since his smell is still aloof.
Rude be this fellow who doesn't even give a hoot.
Real men alert their foe before they hit their enemy with a boot.
It seemed harder than anyone's foot.
Maybe his foot had and iron caput.
After all, it felt like a head protruding out of his foot.
Slash and crash, my palms make the earth shake and quake.
I sniff out a damaged snake whose tail bakes.
Darned snake, who took the egg encased by gel?
Was it a robot, quickly, respond, yell!
Forget you, I can still trace the egg's smell.
What secrets
Lie in
This
Egg
Newly
Arisen here
Series of Poems #3
Tension grows near it
All are awed and want it
The new egg of course
HISSSS!
My bite is more deadly than a poisonous kiss!
Hey barbarian, coming near me is a mistake
It is bad that your friends you did forsake
Seee? My tail is now your legs for me to take.
Will you give me the shiny egg? It better not be fake!
Or else I will leave you behind as feces for the sun to bake!
SsssssAAAA!
Bert be brave, be-fore it is late
Brawny bot I not be
But benignant brainy bot is what Bert be
Bert's big blades come in handy
Or maybe Bert's bombs kill more efficiently?
Decisions befuddle Bert's brain
Bert boomerang there like banana and hit hard like a chain
Better not because Bert is not Bold...bloop
Alrik, I shall not cry
Nor will Alrik Die!
Shy away sly puny fly
You are squishier than a pie
My strength you cannot defy
My battle cry KAZZAI!
Why do you try to be mighty high and fight a viking samurai?
HAHAI! my blade swing will purify your soul. Bu BYE!
This bot I will scare. Never take the egg.
Oh no! He won't dare. My teeth crush his leg.
To a dragon's strength no one thing compares.
Our powerful strength to all it scares.
The egg I will retrieve, before He sees.
Still the fight
Continues
On
Soon,
Soon it
Will be dawn
Tension grows near it
All are awed and want it
The new egg of course
HISSSS!
My bite is more deadly than a poisonous kiss!
Hey barbarian, coming near me is a mistake
It is bad that your friends you did forsake
Seee? My tail is now your legs for me to take.
Will you give me the shiny egg? It better not be fake!
Or else I will leave you behind as feces for the sun to bake!
SsssssAAAA!
Bert be brave, be-fore it is late
Brawny bot I not be
But benignant brainy bot is what Bert be
Bert's big blades come in handy
Or maybe Bert's bombs kill more efficiently?
Decisions befuddle Bert's brain
Bert boomerang there like banana and hit hard like a chain
Better not because Bert is not Bold...bloop
Alrik, I shall not cry
Nor will Alrik Die!
Shy away sly puny fly
You are squishier than a pie
My strength you cannot defy
My battle cry KAZZAI!
Why do you try to be mighty high and fight a viking samurai?
HAHAI! my blade swing will purify your soul. Bu BYE!
This bot I will scare. Never take the egg.
Oh no! He won't dare. My teeth crush his leg.
To a dragon's strength no one thing compares.
Our powerful strength to all it scares.
The egg I will retrieve, before He sees.
Still the fight
Continues
On
Soon,
Soon it
Will be dawn
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Sorry to keep you guys waiting for the next six poems that are the sequel to the previous six poems. Here they are. Enjoy!
The new being grows,
Encased in its gel egg shell,
It will dispatch woes.
Har! Dar! Bar!
What be this blob?
Pass me my cigar.
Arr! This be encased in a crystalline glob.
Don't mistake me for a scurvy Pirate!
Hahar! This feel squishy between my fingers.
This will please my viking brothers, especially the pilot.
Aieee! I think me sees pincers!
Hoho! This substance seems to hold an egg.
Oh no! Me dropped the egg as the sea ebbed.
Humph!... Errr! This jump hurt me leg.
Us vikings will never wear stupid peg legs!
Sssavage brute is spotted
He'sss all alone and knotted
Yess, I'll make him my savory supper
I shall be hisss Doom! His Destructor!
Is that a saucer in his hands?
No! It is an egg he found on the banks.
Bert has problem, I hear others with my doldrum.
Near the egg is a Balkan? Who has strong fulcrums?
Oh me master, me sense a conundrum. Must me face a squadron?
The egg must be in my hands, else it be a problem.
Bert also detects another demon. Will they fight and create a flotsam?
I don't smell it my brother Erebus.
Thou think the egg may have been disposed of?
Pause my fellow, I spy robotic tracks.
My nostrils smell milk and honey in this path.
OH! How great is my wrath! Khrushchev is back!
The egg's fate
lies with
He.
Should
all mourn?
or feel glee?
The new being grows,
Encased in its gel egg shell,
It will dispatch woes.
Har! Dar! Bar!
What be this blob?
Pass me my cigar.
Arr! This be encased in a crystalline glob.
Don't mistake me for a scurvy Pirate!
Hahar! This feel squishy between my fingers.
This will please my viking brothers, especially the pilot.
Aieee! I think me sees pincers!
Hoho! This substance seems to hold an egg.
Oh no! Me dropped the egg as the sea ebbed.
Humph!... Errr! This jump hurt me leg.
Us vikings will never wear stupid peg legs!
Sssavage brute is spotted
He'sss all alone and knotted
Yess, I'll make him my savory supper
I shall be hisss Doom! His Destructor!
Is that a saucer in his hands?
No! It is an egg he found on the banks.
Bert has problem, I hear others with my doldrum.
Near the egg is a Balkan? Who has strong fulcrums?
Oh me master, me sense a conundrum. Must me face a squadron?
The egg must be in my hands, else it be a problem.
Bert also detects another demon. Will they fight and create a flotsam?
I don't smell it my brother Erebus.
Thou think the egg may have been disposed of?
Pause my fellow, I spy robotic tracks.
My nostrils smell milk and honey in this path.
OH! How great is my wrath! Khrushchev is back!
The egg's fate
lies with
He.
Should
all mourn?
or feel glee?
Monday, May 28, 2012
First Post
Greetings, viewers. This is a very special blog that will contain sci-fi fantasy poems fabricated from the depths of my mind. I hope you enjoy the supernatural tales I tell. Here are my first six poems:
Blastula, Blastula
You will develop into a grastula
All creatures begin as such
From a little ball of cells, nothing much
Oozing lava from one-foot diameter craters
Nobody knows what this group of cells will turn into later
Life, life begins from cells
Sometimes these things go to fiery Hell
Arise! ARISE! new organism
Come into fruition out of that shape called prism
Meteors shower across the starry night sky
Awaiting the creature to crawl out and say hi
Robot, bleep blerp bloop
Intro-ducing, Bert hee hello hi whoop
Mission, seek Terra egg
Can't return home, else lose leg
Master be displeased
Scrap my metal
Hurt me parts with his squeeze
Bert hopes he find it soon
Before Earth sees New Moon
Bzzzp, Eeee! zip zip
Incoming message, this I'll read
Hee! Hoo! Interesting new news feed
Signs of a new creature near 700 pip
Searing Sizzling sun
Very bright light before me is shun
Sigh, so little Satan sees
Me, Satan, slithering serpent, makes everything flee
Sorry sad me
My belly hurts, EEE!
Yesss! A fresh scythe seer asunder
This should feed me well, I hope that meanwhile I don't become another's plunder.
Today, a lot of hot bots are sought
Mott's apricot juice won't be enough
Viking Brothers!
Doth anyone know how to make an otter omelet?
Famine's crafty work hath wrought bodies all dead
On this October, even the ocelot brought an empty stomach
Naught, naught, all this hunting done for naught
Curse you Gorgoth the giant killing bot
Rot, rot, rot in your turd cot!
Erebus my partner, please come hither.
Dragon fellow, don't be crushed under that harrow.
We have to protect the new being 'til he
Grows into a full adult being. Before
That, we must find it. Hmm, I wonder if
It is currently safeguarded by He.
Beasts of this
Land, Earth
Think
Where
Could the
New thing be?
Blastula, Blastula
You will develop into a grastula
All creatures begin as such
From a little ball of cells, nothing much
Oozing lava from one-foot diameter craters
Nobody knows what this group of cells will turn into later
Life, life begins from cells
Sometimes these things go to fiery Hell
Arise! ARISE! new organism
Come into fruition out of that shape called prism
Meteors shower across the starry night sky
Awaiting the creature to crawl out and say hi
Robot, bleep blerp bloop
Intro-ducing, Bert hee hello hi whoop
Mission, seek Terra egg
Can't return home, else lose leg
Master be displeased
Scrap my metal
Hurt me parts with his squeeze
Bert hopes he find it soon
Before Earth sees New Moon
Bzzzp, Eeee! zip zip
Incoming message, this I'll read
Hee! Hoo! Interesting new news feed
Signs of a new creature near 700 pip
Searing Sizzling sun
Very bright light before me is shun
Sigh, so little Satan sees
Me, Satan, slithering serpent, makes everything flee
Sorry sad me
My belly hurts, EEE!
Yesss! A fresh scythe seer asunder
This should feed me well, I hope that meanwhile I don't become another's plunder.
Today, a lot of hot bots are sought
Mott's apricot juice won't be enough
Viking Brothers!
Doth anyone know how to make an otter omelet?
Famine's crafty work hath wrought bodies all dead
On this October, even the ocelot brought an empty stomach
Naught, naught, all this hunting done for naught
Curse you Gorgoth the giant killing bot
Rot, rot, rot in your turd cot!
Erebus my partner, please come hither.
Dragon fellow, don't be crushed under that harrow.
We have to protect the new being 'til he
Grows into a full adult being. Before
That, we must find it. Hmm, I wonder if
It is currently safeguarded by He.
Beasts of this
Land, Earth
Think
Where
Could the
New thing be?
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