Nani?'s Coffee House

[Nani?]

Poems, poems, everywhere, but never enough to go around.

Welcome to the Coffee House. Take a seat, put your feet on the table, and listen to some poetry.

Contribute if you feel like it, but my poems go here first.

-------Raise thy Hands-------

Raise thy Hands boy
Look up to the sky
See how the planes come boy
See the Women cry

Watch the soldier run boy
soon you'll run too
Grab your gun boy
Give the devil his due

Watch your friend die boy
What the fall to the ground
Why do you cry boy?
Don't you hear that sound?

It's the sound of bullets boy
the enemies upon us now
Pray to your god boy
and wipe the sweat from your brow

Where did you go sir?
Why do you cry sir?

Because I'm dying boy
Gone to the grave

What do I do now sir?
Where will I go?
I have no family sir.
No place to call a home

Go to the land boy
Or go and seek
what you want boy
but wipe that tear from your cheek.

Raise thy hands boy
the time is nigh
Hold your rifle high
If you hesitate at all boy
Tonight is the night you die

------End------


-------My Little Rose Petal-------

How delicate a rose is
The petals themselves like a silk dress
and crushed just as easy

My delicate rose
As I keep you held gently in my hand
The slightest breath of wind moves you
and carries with it your fragrence
like the softest kiss in the breeze

My precious rose
One of your thorns has grabbed my skin
But I am unwilling to let go
I cannot let you drop to the ground
To be trampled by feet
And to have your petals crushed

My little rose.....
It is for you that I run home
To see your bright crimson flower
Greeting me with open arms
You bring sunshine to my day
And color to the otherwise gray world

My fragile, fragile rose
I am so sorry
I carried you out to the streets
When I should have kept you at home
The bird swooped down, and tried to take you away
My sweet rose
But I grabbed you tight, despite the thorns
And with bleeding hands sent the bird away

Alas! Rose!
In my rush to protect you
I have commited the ultimate crime

I have crushed my Rose
My precious, precious Rose

Now we both bow our heads and weep.

------End------

[Captain Renji Sparrow]

I have a poem, people.... Here it is:
---- Crosunmort ----

In the shadows of death, I walk alone,
A lone warrior in the face of stone
That is the gravestone of loyalty, of royalty, of love,
The angels fall from the heavens above,
But I remain here still, my fate still sealed,
As the world around me is crushed by the heels
Of the Horsemen, the Four, the Apocalyptic Reign
Of terror, of death, of destruction, and thus it rains
Not of water, but blood and flame,
The Hellmouth swallows all that we have gained
In our lives, our lives, our miserable lives
That are ending, are ending, and thus, it's our time,
But even through that, I still walk on,
A shadow of life, a voiceless song,
And walk on, I shall, 'till my eternal life's mend,
I am Crosunmort, the one Dark Lord of Man's End.

---- End ----

That's it.

[LonelyLittleAngel]

I loved the second one about the rose. It was beautifully written!! ^^

[Relax]

Beautiful. I enjoyed the first one, "Raise thy Hands" more. ^^ Nice description of how it's like in war, how death is a common sight..
"Crosunmort" is also awesome. May I know what "Hellmouth" refers to?

[Captain Renji Sparrow]

The Gates of Hell, of course, ma petite. *Kisses hand*

[Nani?]

Originally Posted by LonelyLittleAngel

I loved the second one about the rose. It was beautifully written!! ^^

Thanks. It's my most recent one.

I only write poetry every so often, because it's only every so often that I get something that I feel satisfied with.

[Captain Renji Sparrow]

Mostly, I write stories... I rarely write poems, so it's pretty cool when I do write one...

Oh, I've got another one!!!... I think....

---- Huh? ----

(Chorus):
Huh?

(First Verse):
What is goin' on today? I don't know, I don't know...
What is goin' on today? I don't care, I don't care...
I couldn't really hear what you were saying... (Ya know why?)
Because... Because...

(Chorus):
Huh?
What were we talkin' about?
Huh?

Huh?
What were we talkin' about?
Huh?

(Second Verse):
Why am I like this? I don't know, I don't know...
Why am I like this? I don't care, I don't care...
What is goin' on with my mind? (Ya know why?)
Because... Because...

(Chorus):
Huh?
What were we talkin' about?
Huh?

Huh?
What were we talkin' about?
Huh?

(Guitar Solo)

(Chorus (x2))

WHAT?!
WHAT?!
WHAT?!
WHAT?!

(WHOA!!)

---- End ----

[Nani?]

That's a song Ragnar....lol.

I like the Guitar Solo part. XD.

[Relax]

^^ Thanks, Ragnar. "My Little Rose Petal" is good too. You're talented, Mr. Nani? I like the the guitar solo part a lot too.

[Captain Renji Sparrow]

My pleasure.

[LonelyLittleAngel]

Yes Nani? U are very talented. I can't sit down and write poetry like for an assignment or something..the words just come to me when i'm doing something. ^^

[LadyCs]

Those are really good nani =D

[Miroku]

* Miroku stands up and walks to the microphone on the stage.


*ahem* I have a poem to contribute here. I call it.....

An Ode To Pantsu

Stockings of tan & peignoir of white
keeps me awake through much of the night
brassieres of black do distract me too
but not so much as technicolor pantsu!

White cotton ones are lovely and chaste
leaving my notions and wits so misplaced.
Black lacy pantsu are also misleading,
a distinction hard to prove while you're bleeding.

Orange pantsu, the Fruit of the Womb
t'would rouse Lazarus himself from his tomb.
And pink pantsus' purpose one would surmise
is to redden the cheeks and attract the eyes.

But wait!.... I've not finished in speaking of green
pantsu richer in color than any field seen.
They'd have enticed the interest of Sam-I-Am
for more than just some of the green eggs & ham.

I've yet to see pantsu of yellow and red,
but I've heard much like cognac they go to your head.
Pantsu of purple, gray, and brown
furrows the forehead and raises a frown.

Of all of the colors spoken before
there's one which I absolutely adore:
A lacy pair of pelvic allure.
Textile Divine, of untrammeled azure.

Pantsu! O Pantsu! You tease me cruelly
when I profess my love for you truly.
A single whiff of your feminine delight
reassures that the best of times are in sight.

Please try to understand my dear Reader
the motive of this humble Nosebleeder
is to offer insight without recriminations
of my habits and strange deviations

[Nani?]

*claps*

Good, good. I like it.

Very schilly.

[KC]

Kc never complains
At least not usually
I blame all you guys.

[Saiko Desu Yo]

truly astounding!! *big round of applause*

[Captain Renji Sparrow]

Here's another. It's actually a spell incatation, but is a poem, as well:
------------ Dracolich: -----------
To fly, but can't!
This is the thing that goes through this dragon's head
As its wings and life are broken,
And it is left for dead.
"But lo! Fear not!
My dragon friend!"
Says Nurell to its dying head,
"Choose me, and you have another chance at life,
With me, you shall live again!!"
The dragon agrees, dies, and now
Is taken to the alter of Nurell,
There, it recieves its eternal blessing, but also its eternal curse, as well,
The dracolich is powerful, but cannot ever die,
Forever shall it be, to Nurell, his servant and lowly pride.
"And so, Nurell! I say to you: Give me by my father's will,
A dracolich, the newest one, so it can serve and kill.
"Well, now, dragon?"
I ask the beast, as it flies down to my call,
"You got your wish, but must pay the price,
Now and forever more."
The moral, my friends, is simple: If you're just about to die,
And Death, Nurell, comes to you and gives you a choice, a chance to live or die,
Choose death, my friends, it's far more greater, and in that lifeless Void,
Is much more preferable than living agin; being a servant to Nurell: No joy!
---------------- End: ---------------
Nurell is the god of Death in Dungeons & Dragons, FYI BTW.
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