Hey...What about poetry.

[thedexter102]

We only get Common and Gardan moths here. Kept in place by the bats.

[thedexter102]

And not the usual bats...

[mordekin]

Here is an original piece that I wrote for the roleplaying table:

The Sons of Odin

They garnish the skins of wild animals,
They eat the food of the Odin ,
They summon their inner ferocity of the beast inside,
Their craving for battle and blood grows,
The battlefield is in sight!

Their voices rise above all others,
They begin to gnaw on their shields as the ferocity rises to full force,
The battle horn is blown,
And like a tidal wave "The Sons of Odin" pour down upon the battlefield into the enemy lines,
Leaving in their wake a path of carnage.
Their limbs may be cleaved from their body but they press on through the ranks of the enemy and fight until all enemies forces have been destroyed.
After the battle is won those who fought valiantly and have mortal wounds inflicted upon themselves depart from the realms of man and enter the halls of the gods to be welcomed .

Those who survived the battle live to fight on in the realm of man,
To be called once again "The Sons of Odin".

And so that is the fate of the "the Sons of Odin" Fabled in most lands to be called berserkers...a fierce bunch of folk.

~Fin~

[Gaumer]

Oh green monster
You grow and grow
You need to be groomed
So I mow and mow

The gasoline smell
I drop with sweat
Send a concrete truck
I'll pave you yet

Gah! You're tall again
Its way too hot
I have to push
Its all I got

My green demon
As I walk, I burn
Where's my wife
Its her turn

[Navarre]

For Gaumer:

The Missus is missing
as the grass grows green.

My labors linger long
for only at sales is she seen.

[Web.Metz]

If we stopped mowing,
the world may be a better place.
For we know,
cutting grass could doom our race.

Each blade of grass,
gives air we breathe.
Each gallon of gas,
our atmosphere bleeds.

Tall grass for a greener Earth.

[thedexter102]

Victoria should post one of hers.

[litanyofthieves]

A bit I wrote for my Exalted campaign:

A demon's mistress came to town, her retinue before her
And on her head she wore a crown of shadows
The demon's mistress was so fair, and no man could ignore her
And on her head she wore a crown of shadows
Her eyes were proud and haughty, and all the girls abhorred her
And on her head she wore a crown of shadows
A holy man defended her, and sinning, did explore her
And on her head she wore a crown of shadows
She laid him low in the valley, and took the seed he bore her
And on her head, she wore a crown of shadows

[Navarre]

Good poem, litany.

I think it would work better without "The demon's mistress" in the third line but something else. It is too similar to the first line without a pattern to shape that.

Go, holy man!!   

I think he laid her low in her valley. Again, Go, holy man!

Reference to the dichotomous reactions of the men and women around her was good.

We have a little story going but it stops at conception. I'm curious what happens when the child is born.

[Web.Metz]

...and on his head she laid the crown of shadows.

[Navarre]

Yes, good ending. You should collaborate.

[litanyofthieves]

We have a little story going but it stops at conception. I'm curious what happens when the child is born.

That's what part of my campaign is about!

...and on his head she laid the crown of shadows.

Good guess!

[thedexter102]

I got another one publised! When it's printed I'll post it. Copyright protection and all that. 

[thedexter102]

Here's one I wrote last Monday. It's about wondering:

I wonder...
Well I wonder all the time but,
still,
I wonder.

I wonder if the smiles on their faces are forced.
if I’m “good” enough.
if what I eat will kill me.
if my life will kill my children.
if everything is real.

I wonder what we are.
what they want from me.
what is making me write this.
what is perception.
what will I have tomorrow

I wonder why I dread it so much.
why they want so much of me.
why I only appear this way.
why I’m alive at all.
why I don't know yet.

I wonder...
I need to wonder less.

[Navarre]

That's great. I love it. It sums up Life for lots of the people I know.

I think the last line is the only one that could be changed. It is the only definitive statement and shows the simple solution I doubt the writer grasps.

I suggest: "I wonder if I should wonder less?"