The Room shook. Wizardry was such a hard magic, at least that is what Harold thought. He had been practicing for five years now and he couldn’t quite get the knack. All this spells paled in comparison to his companion. But then again his companion was Onyx the Black Cat.

“You should stop Trying,” Onyx Purred as he rubbed his soft midnight black fur along Harold’s leg as he passed beside him, “You’ll never match that of a cat, any cat, and definitely not me.”

Harold had once again turned his breakfast into a pile of mush, not that it wasn’t already of pile of mush to begin with; potatoes and a sliver of thin green beans. But now it sat in front of him an awkward orange, and very likely poisonous. Onyx jumped up on to the table and inspected the disaster.

“Not something I would eat,” he said flicking his tail at the slowly oozing orange goo, “Not that I would eat magic anyway”. From his tail a short puff of magic essence transferred from its tip to the table and the post-food spellcasted material, transforming it into an orange vapour.

Harold coughed, a slightly noxious orange vapour.

“I have no need for food!” exclaimed Harold, somewhat weakly, “No Wizard does.” Yet as he said it his stomach started to grumble. Harold had destroyed his last eight meals with botched spells, and his body was putting up quite an objection.

Onyx looked eerily, his cat ears pricked up high. Such sounds could not go unnoticed to a cat, or any large eared creature such as dogs or jackaloupezs.

“Such Distastful Creatures” murmured Onyx as his mind finished the thought. 

Harold wasn’t listening, but rather looking trance-like.

Onyx just shook his head,

“Not another One…”

Rescued from being too arrogant

A foolish bet from a proud man

For all the town he was to blame

Careful he walks now, always close to a hydrant

That metal water spout can

Do Not Bear him a Child!

His Realm is Not to Play In

Such Treasures would Surely Drown!

Hand him Not Your Silver or Gold

Hand him Not Wishes of Good Fortune!

For He would Sink into his Depth

Such things Weighting to Much on his Soul!

What Gift to Give the Water Master?

But a Boat for him to Row!

I need not look up to see the moon
So blue
Its gently beams drawing me up and near
So bright
When I know I will have comfort soon
So benign
In the arms of the one I hold dear
So beloved

Cheers

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The Form - Official Guide

The poem is an odd number of lines in the poem block (generally only one block is used. but you can use as many blocks as you want. Works well at odd numbered blocks – FYI).

The Sections:

1. The Build Up
2. The Climax
3. The Message

Where as:

• The poem is an odd number of lines
• There are no rhymes in the first section of the block
• The middle line of the block is the climax
• The last section of the block must rhyme with each line in the first section (in reverse order)

Example:

• I ate pie [a]
• Stuff my mouth I did [b]
• Now I am so full it hurts [c]
• Grown [d]
• I’ve expanded my shirt [c]
• Mouth shut like a lid [b]
• So full of lye [a]

Enjoy this new age poetry form!

Creatures awake

No Slumber

Evil will take

Dark thoughts pull

Shallow footsteps echo

Somethings abound

Moon Shinning

No correlation of the sound

Shadow on walls like art deco

Walk between the shadows and light

Clouds move to darken you path

Nothing stirs by you

Protect yourself from evils wrath

Between the horrors of the night

Moon hidden

No one abound

Continue your dark-hearted journey

Feet and eyes to the ground

Your path forbidden

Its time to eat

You’re alone

See if roommate is home

Breakfast for one

Sounds like fun

Don’t do the dishes

But remember to feed the fishes

Eggs are good

Merk was tall for a daffodil, standing several feet taller than the sunflowers for most of the year. Merk always though sunflowers where wise, as they always looked up for advice. So Merk had always looked down at them, telling them stories about how he survived so long in the sunflower field, being a daffodil and all. Of course none of the sunflowers were listening to Merk, since the first dawn they had all been fasciated at the sun that shined behind him in the morning.

But Merk though it was just typical of youths that their attention waned in the afternoon. They had always for several year been far more attentive to him in the morning. So dutifully he continued to tell them about the life cycle of their kin and how the weather would soon turn cold. But every day they would look right at him in the morning as the sun rose and every evening they would grow tired of his lectures.

All throughout the summer, Sunflowers passed their lives in the manner, and when Merk started to wilt of old age ready to close up for another year the sunflowers where almost his height. He could hear them whisper of the golden circle that they so inspired to be with radiant foliage. This made Merk very happy to hear as he closed up for another year.

After Merk had retired for another year the sunflowers continued to grow and towered above his hibernating ground. Once and a while at night they would look down at where he slumbered…

“Odd fellow thinking he was the sun.” whispered one to the others.

“True, but I liked his point of view.” they all replied.

Do not fret

Time we spend apart

Shed only tears of joy

Water drops of art

Not the last of me yet

Heart ponder

Mind creates horrible illusions

Of Time Away

Don’t hold delusions

I will  not wander

Doorbell will ring

I will stand proud

Silent moments pass by

Crickets are loud

We need to do many things

It cries every day

Lapping for attention from the world

Like tears the ocean is salty

Unlimited water to the bluest depth

Sorrow at those depts

The ocean is not shallow

It will not judge you by your looks

It makes is choice by deeper inspection

Cry does the ocean blue

As it slowly turns away from us

Peaks a white hang still

Hush now waves

Care will be taken when we ride them

Cry no more, by wave good morning and good night