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Post by primsong on Nov 20, 2009 18:00:23 GMT
Technobabble, Doctor true, I can't understand a thing you say, You're rambling on about chronolizers, Nobbling zeus-plugs and histophizers, Yet somehow you manage to save the day And it's that something, er... That something vague about you.
Doctor, your scientific clues - Sound weirdly plausible in fuzzy ways, Polarity again reversed, Dimensional holes in the universe, Thus foiling again some evil ray, And it's that something, er... That something vague about you.
- (Hm. seeing as it ended on the 'something' again, maybe go back and use evil rays or dimensional holes or something?)
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Post by lostspook on Nov 20, 2009 20:24:56 GMT
*Interrupts to applaud Primsong.*
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Post by librarylover on Nov 21, 2009 2:24:16 GMT
A toast to Prim, the poet laureate of DbyA!
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Post by primsong on Nov 21, 2009 3:27:11 GMT
If I earned it with that, we're a very sad bunch of poets indeed, lol....
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Post by johne on Nov 21, 2009 10:35:47 GMT
(Hm. seeing as it ended on the 'something' again, maybe go back and use evil rays or dimensional holes or something?) (this time, I think I should apologise to GKC). I've saved the planet from an evil ray, Rescued a monarch from an undue fall, Sealed up a wormhole where the children play, Removed 'Bad Wolf' graffiti from a wall, Released downtrodden minions from their thrall, Preserved more lives this week than I can say. And though I hear that distant, final call, Perhaps I won't regenerate today.
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Post by lostspook on Nov 21, 2009 21:14:33 GMT
(this time, I think I should apologise to GKC). Firstly, that was excellent and made me grin. Secondly, I'm beginning to worry about this muse business. (Actually, I can claim no credit for your latest Zoe effort, so that's a bit less scary.) And am still in awe of yours and Prim's poetical abilities.
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Post by johne on Nov 21, 2009 22:29:56 GMT
(Actually, I can claim no credit for your latest Zoe effort, so that's a bit less scary.) Ah, so it was some other lost_spook who wrote "Yep, you have to finish all of these!" Just wanted to make sure And my poetic abilities? Chesterton did all the heavy lifting!
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Post by lostspook on Nov 22, 2009 19:11:33 GMT
(Actually, I can claim no credit for your latest Zoe effort, so that's a bit less scary.) Ah, so it was some other lost_spook who wrote "Yep, you have to finish all of these!" Just wanted to make sure And my poetic abilities? Chesterton did all the heavy lifting! Erm. My memory is obviously as erratic as Zoe's. Okay *is freaked out* ;-) And Chesterton? Heavy lifting? LOL
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Post by johne on Nov 22, 2009 20:30:43 GMT
Erm. My memory is obviously as erratic as Zoe's. Oh dear. Can you remember what a candle is? If not, we may be in trouble. ;D
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Post by primsong on Nov 22, 2009 22:23:12 GMT
Perhaps I won't regenerate today I applaud that ending, Johne - reminds me of that old Monkees song that laments "this just doesn't seem to be my day" (and yes, I date myself there). :-D
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I knew they'd wished I'd stayed there dead, A name-carved stone above my head, Instead of my waking up to find it's my regeneration time! Won't learn my place, Can't keep me down, I'll get a brand new face.
My, oh my... again I die.... Time Lords can't be erased; Kick 'em down, they get a brand new face.
Companions come, companions go, Their morals high, their morals low, But either way I'm still the same, amazing that I'm not insane, Through Time and Space, Don't be surprised, I've got a brand new face.
heh.
Next one: surprise (or lack thereof), brand new face
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Post by johne on Nov 23, 2009 0:50:45 GMT
I applaud that ending, Johne Well, I stole from the best What new appearance does my face display? A pleasant, or a terrible surprise? I look into the glass, and turn away Stunned by the countenance before my eyes. Regeneration is supposed to change My face and body for another one. What's made this situation somewhat strange Is that this time, that isn't what it's done. The world's in flux, and everything must pass But destiny has novel tricks in store; And when I stand again before the glass, The face I see is one I've worn before. Then, at this whim of fate, I merely laugh And go to don my coat and hat and scarf. [Since we've already had 'scarf', I suggest 'mirror' and 'fate'].
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Post by primsong on Nov 23, 2009 21:51:51 GMT
Can't quite resist tossing in another one... ;D
Don my coat! Now don my hat! Don my pin that's shaped like a cat! Give me my cricket-bat, then my spoons, Add in a fishing-line-suspended moon, The script may be cheesy but so are my friends - Out of my way or the world ends!
Fetch my dog, and my screwdriver! Fetch me more gadgets than MacGyver! Beware of anything glowing in green, And vervoids that look vaguely obscene, Their acting is wooden but I make amends - Now do as I say or the world ends!
Next! (wooden acting, amends, world ending or obedience)
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Post by johne on Nov 29, 2009 16:26:25 GMT
[wooden acting; obedience]
The Master is a tricksy man, Who's always got an evil plan. And when he tells you to obey, You'll do whatever he might say. This fact led to a tale of woe For a young girl whose name was Jo. She tried to foil his evil crimes By filling up her head with rhymes. It almost worked until one day He caught her when she was at play And made her think she'd turned to wood And by the roadside left her stood. She waited there in wind and rain; Her clothes were never quite the same.
Moral: Don't interfere with the unknown, And leave the Master well alone.
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Post by curuchamion on Apr 29, 2010 0:38:08 GMT
I think this one comes under the heading of "perpetrating verse"... and it doesn't even stay verse at that!
I took the prompts "Master" and "well" from the last line of johne's poem.
The Master fell Into a well. Along came Three And said, “Dear me, It’s plain to see That you should be extricated without further delay from the untenable predicament in which you find yourself or you really will catch your death of a cold. Do put away that Tissue Compression Eliminator, won't you?"
New prompts: Three, cold, TCE
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Post by primsong on Apr 29, 2010 5:48:11 GMT
Shades of Ogden Nash going here - well done, well done indeed. X-D This made us all laugh every time we looked at it.
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Post by clocketpatch on Oct 30, 2011 20:42:19 GMT
With respect to Robert Frost - (I'm thinking of Inferno and Planet of the Daleks)
Some say this world will end in fire, Some say in ice.
From what I've felt, the burning fire, I know the end I would less desire.
But knowing I must perish more than twice, I think I know enough of loss To say that ice can heal or ice can kill, But fire always burns.
Prompt: fire, regeneration, memories
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Post by aquabluejay on Oct 31, 2011 0:57:47 GMT
I suppose I'm in as well. I'll get back to doing this as soon as I have a moment...
Also... Clocket, did your earlier poem imply that it was Fivey's fault for the cake? "While the beige instigator just stared at the ground."?
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Post by clocketpatch on Oct 31, 2011 1:05:03 GMT
I don't know what the On Coming Beige may or may not have been up to during that picnic, but he was terribly polite and awkward about it after.
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Post by aquabluejay on Oct 31, 2011 1:22:31 GMT
Apparently I lied a few minutes ago in the above post, and have decided to do a supper quick poem.
I apologize in advance to whoever follows this one up for my writing habits. Many years of school and essay writing have drilled into me the idea of beginning with and then ending with a restatement of your theme, (which may prove awkward when looking for the next new prompt, since it's a restatement of the one used here....)
(The prompts I used were 'Burns' and 'Loss'.)
No matter how many times I feel this pain, Always it hurts the same.
It burns And like a match lit It consumes a little part of me.
When the light leaves their eyes, Whether I am by their side or not, When I know the sun sets over a planet For the last time, It cuts.
And though I myself Have died many deaths, Those fleeting moments of agony Cannot begin to compete with The eternally long smouldering, Ever mounting toll of loss.
(Recommend using 'Compete and Smouldering')... Yes, I think I am fishing for a Doctor/Master poem here...
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Post by primsong on Nov 2, 2011 15:39:32 GMT
Hm. Smouldering... Sorry, Doctor/Master isn't quite what came to mind:
Toil, toil, smoke and bubble, TARDIS circuits fried, in trouble. Overheating spins my lassie, Her blinking, shrieking, clanging chassie Fizzes, pops and comes asunder, Atop the console, often under. Aflame again, her fabric's rent - Why to that chaos is she bent? Within my hearts she'll always smoulder; But I really should've never told her!
(Hey, she'll do anything to please!)
(next one: regrets/ not telling?)
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