On-demand poems

[Zanniej]

So, I want a bit more practice and I thought, what better place than here.

You can either respond here, or send me a PM if you prefer to keep your story / my poem private. You can give me as little as a topic, or as much as a story, and I'll write my interpretation of it. The more info you give, the easier it is for me to write, ofcourse

This might give me more feedback than I can chew, so sorry if I can't get around all of it.

Things to keep in mind:

1. I do this for fun, and totally not professionally. Sorry if it turns out bad
2. You're welcome to give feedback, but keep point 1 in mind (you're welcome to send your feedback as a PM)
3. If you send me a PM, please do so with "On-demand poems" as topic (without the quotes)

Reason for this is that I enjoy writing stuff, but am a terribly unmotivatable human being. Without some incentive from others, I barely get stuff done. One of my (now not so) secret (anymore) dreams is to one day write music. And while I'm working hard on learning the musical instruments, I could use some help with writing the lyrics as well. That's where you guys come in!

For reference, back when I still played Drake Nair, I wrote some "songs" for a couple of Open Stage nights. Those can be found here.

[Maecius]

Please write a poem (or song) about a dinosaur who wants to become a librarian, but keeps getting asked by his friends to go outside and play (so that he never has time to read about how to become a librarian).

Even though he's frustrated, he doesn't want to make his friends sad, so he goes out and plays.

But then end it with the twist that all of his grateful friends buy him lots of books for his birthday and so he's able to open a library -- and all of his friends are the first to get their library cards!

Asking for a friend of mine.

[Zanniej]

Please write a poem (or song) about a dinosaur who wants to become a librarian, but keeps getting asked by his friends to go outside and play (so that he never has time to read about how to become a librarian).

Even though he's frustrated, he doesn't want to make his friends sad, so he goes out and plays.

But then end it with the twist that all of his grateful friends buy him lots of books for his birthday and so he's able to open a library -- and all of his friends are the first to get their library cards!

Asking for a friend of mine.

Barney the tiny dinosaur.

Barney was a tiny dinosaur,
Playing with friends whenever you'd look.
But instead of playing outside all day,
He'd rather read a book.

But, the tiny dinosaur,
As tough as he might be,
Would never tell his friends off,
And read a book or three.

Frustrated and slightly annoyed,
He'd play hide and seek or tag.
But everyday he'd carry around,
A book within his bag.

His friends took note,
But never cared.
His love for books,
They never shared.

When the night fell,
He'd cry himself to sleep.
Too tired to read,
Too tired to count sheep.

The books he had,
He read at least thirty times each.
If only he could read more books,
Then perhaps he'd someday teach!

Perhaps he'd build a library,
With books both big and small.
Then he'd be librarian,
And read the books to all!

Months would pass,
His dreams barely still there.
He even stopped reading,
He just didn't care.

But then one day, his birthday came.
And all his friends were there.
They all would yell his name and play,
And all their joy they'd share.

And to his big surprise,
They each bought a new book!
One from each one of his friends,
His face a joyful look.

And on that day they all sat down,
He'd read a book for all.
And Barney would never stop,
And read until nightfall...



A first draft. It could use some work here and there, but you get the gist
Did I write your friend's name right?

[chad878262]

could also just use what's already out there...

I love you
You love me
We're a happy family
with a great big hug
and a kiss from me to you
Won't you say you love me TOO!

I love you
You love me
We're best friends like friends should be
With a great big hug
And a kiss from me to you
Won't you say you love me too

Granted, yours is way better Zanni, but you need to fix the name...

[Zanniej]

Changed the name... Better now?

I must admit, I was a bit disappointed that you didn't come with your own request though ...

[chad878262]

How about a poem about death attacking everyone at one of the random balls, galas, birthday parties, etc that go on every other week?

[Zanniej]

How about a poem about death attacking everyone at one of the random balls, galas, birthday parties, etc that go on every other week?

Death's Party

You'll find me when you least expect it,
But also when you do.
At a gala, in the hospital,
and your birthday party too.
You'll find me almost anywhere,
And when your time comes, I'll also come for you.

No place is safe and I care little for your agenda,
No place to hide or run.
For you it is your greatest fear,
But I call it fun!
You'll find me in the backyard,
Or at the end of a gun.

At the hands of another or the hands of atheclock,
I care little where you meet your end.
I could be right in front of you,
Or just around the bend.
I can come for you when you're healthy,
But also when you're just on the mend.

No place is safe, but fear me not,
For I am the only way out.
This is Death's party,
And you may scream and you may shout.
You may whimper, you may curse,
And you may even pout.

This is Death's party,
And everybody will be there.
Though nobody will leave,
And everybody will care.
But this is Death's party,
And a definite end, is what everybody will share.

Boy ... I always thought you were so cheerful ....

[Aspect of Sorrow]

A poem on division by zero.

[Zanniej]

A poem on division by zero.

Division by zero

You yell NaN,
And I'm wondering why.
Is my variable faulty,
Or are you just shy?

I look through the code,
Was my math maybe off?
I check the formula,
And softly I scoff.

A missed single quote,
But that can't be it.
I search a bit longer,
And silently I sit.

The computer screen stares,
Endlessly back at me.
Why is the error in my code,
So hard to see!?

I stare much longer,
And moments I ponder.
Will I save the day by fixing this,
I wonder.

Then finally I see it,
And feel like a hero!
My calculations were off,
I did a division by zero!

I now feel euphoric,
Though it doesn't last.
For this is bug 1 out of 100,
And this fix was fast ...

Written from the perspective of a beginning programmer

[Zanniej]

Could make one about an inept assassin that goes to kill everyone at some party, but rolls a bunch of ones and ends up married to the party planner... like that cartoon where the warrior and orc warlord hook up...lol

The party pooper

Cloaked in the shadows,
Daggers poised to strike.
He sneaks ever closer,
Unseen by party-goers alike.

He holds up his dagger,
His contract soon done.
He rolls his d20,
But ends with a one!

Just as he strikes,
His dagger slips his hand.
He then stumbles forward,
And gently strokes her headband.

She looks around awestruck,
He tries to recompose.
He tries to hit her with a nearby vase,
But ends up giving her a rose.

The lady now blushing,
He tries a grappling check.
He rolls another one,
And gently kisses her neck.

As a last resort,
The assassin rolls for a pin.
But he roles another one,
He just can not win!

His contract unfulfilled,
Years later they now hide.
Married and with children,
To the law they now abide.

The assassin's contracter,
Found him later and you see,
He rolled a one as well,
Which ended in adultery.

The mess is now complete,
And I hope you will all learn.
Always live an honest life,
For happiness is something you must earn.

[aaron22]

how about how wood elves at 5' 100lbs has the same strength as a 6'6" 350lb grey orc. physics?

and i would like permission to sing your death party song with my myrkul bard.

[Zanniej]

how about how wood elves at 5' 100lbs has the same strength as a 6'6" 350lb grey orc. physics?

and i would like permission to sing your death party song with my myrkul bard.

Permission granted

... Hmmm, I'll have to think about that one for a while. Not an easy topic. I'll get back on it

[Arn]

A poem about what the imp does with hill giant poop, minotaur horns, and moon moss, please.

[Maecius]

A first draft. It could use some work here and there, but you get the gist
Did I write your friend's name right?

I'm sure I don't know what you're insinuating!

Thank you for the poem.

[Zanniej]

how about how wood elves at 5' 100lbs has the same strength as a 6'6" 350lb grey orc. physics?

The folly of the Orc

I'll squash his puny head,
Pull off those pointy ears.
The puny elf will flee,
For I'm the stuff of fears.

I found the puny elf,
And surely he'll soon buckle.
I raise my axe and swing down hard,
But the elf let's out a chuckle.

With one hand raised, he stops my blade,
But this just can not be!?
An elf so strong and yet so puny,
Perhaps the orc should flee?

No, I must have been mistaken,
Elves are not this strong.
I'll just swing my axe again,
Prove everybody wrong!

I swing and I swing,
But I just can not win!
This puny elf is so strong,
I don't know where to begin!

He must be a chosen from his deity,
For his strength is just unreal.
As no matter how hard I hit,
It's as if he doesn't feel.

The world must be coming to an end,
For elves like this should not ever live.
Yes, that must be the issue,
And for that Gruumsh will forgive.

For this creature is most likely,
A filthy undead creep.
I will gather the tribe,
And together we'll make all elves weep.

All elves must die,
Undead of alive.
And we'll start with this freak,
None will survive.

This one was hard

A poem about what the imp does with hill giant poop, minotaur horns, and moon moss, please.

The imp's little secret

I tell all those fools,
The poop's for my master.
And that I'll give them money,
It'll make fools run faster.

But secretly though,
My master doesn't experiment.
He just likes his drinks,
From a horn with a bend.

I must fill the horn,
With all the brought poop.
Then finish it off,
With a moon moss scoop.

It may sound quite nasty,
But it's my master's delight.
For Hill Giants don't exist,
On our plane of fright.

My master has told me,
"Take this secret to the grave".
But you must understand,
For me it's hard to behave.

But I must beg you,
To succeed where I failed.
Take this secret to the grave,
Or forever you'll be jailed...

Though I'm sure you know, imps can't be trusted ... so I do not vouch for the validity or this story