Shrine of Sobriety, Trammel, Chesapeake (PaxLair Times) – April 22, 2013 – by Ashlynn – Saturday marked the Spring Poetry Contest and some fine entries by the many talented people in our alliance. I should say that category doesn’t really include goblins and nor should it ever but I must grudgingly admit that the little imps have always been supporters of story and poetry contests.
Turnout for the event was excellent and the crowd seemed to enjoy the poems on offer. The entire contest lasted roughly an hour and once we were done, everyone set off on an expedition to the infamous dungeon of Doom.
As for the winner? It is my intention to officially declare who that will be at the statehood meeting tomorrow.
We had six entries (I THINK – someone let me know if I missed one). Nubby’s entry will hopefully be added at a later date as it is in a pictorial format (literacy rates amongst goblinkin are very low). All entries are printed below.
Editors Note: Nubby’s entry can be be found below all the others.
Finally, I must extend a big thankyou to everyone who entered and everyone who came to listen. I hope everyone enjoyed the contest!
Spring – by NANOC
Spring, tis a time of rebirth,
A time of renewal and revival.
A time to look afresh at the many monsters there are to slay.
Not a better time all year to sit and reflect…
On killing, maiming and slaughtering
The many horrific beasts that roam the lands and dungeons.
Take up your slayer artifacts,
And make haste to the forests and the underworlds.
Lay in wait, then SPRING into action and slay the beasts.
Have a killer SPRING everyone!!
SPRING – by Ozog Giantfart
DER BEES SPRINGS INA CLOCKS AN TINGS.
HUMMIES PUTS SPRINGS INNA DER BEDS
DUNNO WHY, SPRINGS BEES HARD TO CUDDLE WIF.
SLINKY MADE OB SPRING AN DEY BEES FUNZ
SUM TINGS GOT SPRING IN DER STEP
DIS MEAN DEY PUTS SPRINGS IN DER SHOES.
DAT WOOD BEES FUNZ, BOUNCING DOWN DOWN DA ROAD.
OH FLALFER GROW INA DA SPRING
BUNNYS PROLLY GOTS SPRINGS IN DER FEETZ CAUSE DEM CAN JUMPS FAST.
Spring! – by Lady Phoenix
It’s spring, it’s spring,
Oh I just can’t wait.
To find the fruit in the vases,
And the flowers on the plates.
I want to hear the warm sun,
And feel the robins singing.
Watch the scent of the flowers,
And smell the butterflies flying.
It’s spring, it’s spring,
I am so full of glee.
For the people will bloom,
And the flowers will be happy.
The gray fields shall be covered
With the magic of the meadows.
And the brown sky shall be painted
With the blossoms of the rainbow.
It’s spring, it’s spring,
How can I be blue?
For it is the time of spring,
And only spring brings you.
A Warriors Spring – by Kevin McBride
The gladding buds, the maiden’s sigh,
What ho, the gentle rites of spring!
The glance, soft touch, no treasures buy.
Into his lover’s arms he flies,
Hearts softened by the bardic string.
The gladding buds, the maiden’s sigh.
Elegant, the Scarlet lie,
His pulse grows quick, reason takes wing.
The glance, soft touch, no treasures buy.
Glory beckons, he bids it aye,
A song for blood his blade it sings,
The gladding buds, the maiden’s sigh.
By the virtues! Our voices cry,
Above the mighty battle sounds that ring.
The glance, soft touch, no treasures buy.
Cast off the gentle rites of spring,
To Folly’s arms his soul he flings!
The gladding buds, the maiden’s sigh
The glance, soft touch, no treasures buy.
Fishing in Spring – by Governor Winfield
Spring brings out the thaw.
Sun takes off the chill.
Worms eat up the logs.
We scoop up our fill.
Grass is turning green.
All the snow is gone.
Water flows in the stream.
We’re all up at dawn.
The boat is uncovered.
It’s cleaned for a bit.
No holes are discovered.
No need to refit.
Our gear is all loaded.
Our bait is all stocked.
No need to be goaded.
We set sail from the dock.
Mist covers the water.
We keep our eyes peeled.
“Oh my” shouts our spotter.
Pirates revealed!
We fire our guns.
The pirates fire back.
This isn’t much fun.
We withdraw from attack.
We dump all our chum.
We stir up the current.
Our sailors are glum.
Then up pops a serpent!
The waters turn black.
Our men are wide-eyed.
The pirates turn back.
They’re struck on the side.
Huge serpent jaws open.
We can just barely see.
Pirate death cries are spoken.
Bodies thrashed to the sea!
The serpent comes up close.
Our captain doesn’t flee.
They meet nose to nose.
Then it dives into the sea.
We welcome the Spring.
Our Serpent does too.
Our men start to sing.
We sail into the blue.
Spring – by Nubby
