Post by Hithercat on Oct 14, 2014 20:21:21 GMT -8
So, for my block class, we had to write a poem about a community. Naturally, the community i know best is Minecarft, and wrote about it.
Im sure some of you are itching to see this poem, so here it is:
Ship maker, user of vulgarity,
Rider of minecarts and the land’s riches courier;
Small, steadfast, vulgarsitic
Lost Land of Public Room Three:
They tell me you are wicked and I believe them,
FOR I have seen you delete public room 3 before my very eyes,
being the shepherd of wretched sheep.
And they tell me you’re unscrupulous and I answer, indeed; I have seen in my own eyes the crazed swordsmen, hack and slice, again and again.
And they say to me you are an animal and my reply is:
On the faces of nerds and redheads,
I have seen the utmost of unnerved horror.
And having ranted once more, I turn dramatically to those who oppose our lost lands,
and I oppose back and snort to them:
Come and show me another land of loss, with the spirits raised, so proud of their accomplishment, and loud and booming and witty.
Slinging vulgarities with a light heart among the dreadery of game on game, I present to you a growing, sturdy, silhouette shadowing over all other competitors with a crushing drill, piercing the heavens
Excited as a pixie with wings fluttering for fun, as colorful
as a Mantis Shrimp coming back from a mall full of teenagers,
Sweet,
spontaneous,
adventurous,
falling off the horse,
Laughing, crying, singing
between the curses and rudimentary, mouth revealing a death’s head smile, humoring each other with simple insanities
Under the terrible reign of Deze, laughing as a Pixie , we laugh
Laughing oddly as a citizen laughs at the refugees from the lost lands, ever so ignorant.
Crying and laughing at the same time unto his phone he types his soul.
And under his words the lies of the land.
Nani sore!
yelling the Small, steadfast, vulgarsitic shouts of the sobbing, insane, and proud to be the Potato eater of the world
Ship maker, user of vulgarity,
Rider of minecarts and the land’s riches courier.
This poem is based on Carl Sandburg's poem Chicago.
Im sure some of you are itching to see this poem, so here it is:
Minecarft
Potato eater of the worldShip maker, user of vulgarity,
Rider of minecarts and the land’s riches courier;
Small, steadfast, vulgarsitic
Lost Land of Public Room Three:
They tell me you are wicked and I believe them,
FOR I have seen you delete public room 3 before my very eyes,
being the shepherd of wretched sheep.
And they tell me you’re unscrupulous and I answer, indeed; I have seen in my own eyes the crazed swordsmen, hack and slice, again and again.
And they say to me you are an animal and my reply is:
On the faces of nerds and redheads,
I have seen the utmost of unnerved horror.
And having ranted once more, I turn dramatically to those who oppose our lost lands,
and I oppose back and snort to them:
Come and show me another land of loss, with the spirits raised, so proud of their accomplishment, and loud and booming and witty.
Slinging vulgarities with a light heart among the dreadery of game on game, I present to you a growing, sturdy, silhouette shadowing over all other competitors with a crushing drill, piercing the heavens
Excited as a pixie with wings fluttering for fun, as colorful
as a Mantis Shrimp coming back from a mall full of teenagers,
Sweet,
spontaneous,
adventurous,
falling off the horse,
Laughing, crying, singing
between the curses and rudimentary, mouth revealing a death’s head smile, humoring each other with simple insanities
Under the terrible reign of Deze, laughing as a Pixie , we laugh
Laughing oddly as a citizen laughs at the refugees from the lost lands, ever so ignorant.
Crying and laughing at the same time unto his phone he types his soul.
And under his words the lies of the land.
Nani sore!
yelling the Small, steadfast, vulgarsitic shouts of the sobbing, insane, and proud to be the Potato eater of the world
Ship maker, user of vulgarity,
Rider of minecarts and the land’s riches courier.
This poem is based on Carl Sandburg's poem Chicago.
