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Subject: Bnet needs more poetry

Roll the dice, try again.

Ninjas

A sound here
A sound there
They are somewhere
A rushing movement across of the room
A rushing movement pass me
I know these unhumanly fast creatures
Have come to mess with me

Secret ninjas
They love to play with your brain
With skills of momentum
And all the frictional fantasy things
They are not beings, I promise
They are way too quick, It's a trick
One moment they are right in front of you
But in the next
Where'd they go?
Ohhhhhh those-secret-ninjas

Bad guys
Good guys
Don't which side their on
Too smart
Too strong
That is their ways
How do their minds
Have the complexity to do this
How many talents can one man have?

Secret ninjas
Kung fu fighters don't scare them
If you can run fire
They can hold in their hand
With skills of secret ways
And all of the reflexes instinct things
They are not normal, I promise
They are so invincible, It's a trick
One second they are drawling their weapon
But in the next
Their enemy's are already defeated?
Ohhhhhh those-secret-ninjas

They are lurking in the shadows
They are some where in the room
The CIA & FBI can't get hold on them
No crimes on their hands or so we thinkg
But every one would love to know them

Secret Ninjas
You are the forgotten warriors
Some say they are flexible
But they obviously haven't seen you
With the knowledge of a high tech computer
Along with all the old scrolls old teachings things
They are not from this planet, I promise
They are way too unbelievably real, It's a trick
One blink they are staring at me
And in the next
They have left
Oh-wow-those secret ninjas


Mythix
A mythical man of a reputation to exist
Still excited me, for its fear was so loved.
Corruption was the spirit in its breast,
Hard earned money and wealth became itself.
The danger was apparent, on its breast
And inside, for the luck of a man is read.
The man so displayed his culture that
The stages of authority were absent.
Excitement became the bird of delight,
A realm of love existed before but not now,
Since the takeover and invasion.

Heroic
When the swordsman fell in Kurosawa's Seven Samurai
in the gray rain,
in Cinemascope and the Tokugawa dynasty,
he fell straight as a pine, he fell
as Ajax fell in Homer
in chanted dactyls and the tree was so huge
the woodsman returned for two days
to that lucky place before he was done with the sawing
and on the third day he brought his uncle.

They stacked logs in the resinous air,
hacking the small limbs off,
tying those bundles separately.
The slabs near the root
were quartered and still they were awkwardly large;
the logs from midtree they halved:
ten bundles and four great piles of fragrant wood,
moons and quarter moons and half moons
ridged by the saw's tooth.

The woodsman and the old man his uncle
are standing in midforest
on a floor of pine silt and spring mud.
They have stopped working
because they are tired and because
I have imagined no pack animal
or primitive wagon. They are too canny
to call in neighbors and come home
with a few logs after three days' work.
They are waiting for me to do something
or for the overseer of the Great Lord
to come and arrest them.

How patient they are!
The old man smokes a pipe and spits.
The young man is thinking he would be rich
if he were already rich and had a mule.
Ten days of hauling
and on the seventh day they'll probably
be caught, go home empty-handed
or worse. I don't know
whether they're Japanese or Mycenaean
and there's nothing I can do.
The path from here to that village
is not translated. A hero, dying,
gives off stillness to the air.
A man and a woman walk from the movies
to the house in the silence of separate fidelities.
There are limits to imagination.

Member
Hey, Where did all the members go?
Only twenty four?
Yesterday there was way..............way more!
Well I'll leave you now with only two hours sleep
and after I myself delete
then put myself under the sheets
that will leave you with one less to read.

But you know I'll be back to repeat: O)

Sorry now there is 34
But I'm going to bed
How do you comply?

  • 05.03.2012 3:30 PM PDT

Posted by: AngryBrute1
Oh yeah, since somebody does not believe what YOU believe; that makes us vapid...
I cannot grasp that what you call "Something happened to nothing, and that nothing became something, and it was smaller than than a period."

Posting here is fun.
I like Bungie Studios.
Refrigerator.

  • 05.03.2012 3:31 PM PDT

Spread the love...

That was awesome.

Mine:

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
give my mythic,
or I'll -blam!- you!

  • 05.03.2012 3:32 PM PDT

We need a poetry forum in the next update.

  • 05.03.2012 3:33 PM PDT

Check out my Soundcloud account to hear some of my music.
Here's my twitter, in the off-chance you want that too.

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Bye.

There once was a man from Nantucket..........



Bungie makes games,
Games are really fun,
Urk' ginger beard,
Burns bright like the sun.

[Edited on 05.03.2012 3:38 PM PDT]

  • 05.03.2012 3:34 PM PDT

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Ode to Bungie

Left in the Dark,
Starry night above,
waiting for one I doth love.
Left i the Dark,
Bungie light so bright,
never again to see morning light.

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  • 05.03.2012 3:37 PM PDT

-K

Oh Halo Two, Oh Halo Two,
How thine limitless landscapes have given me endless play.
How your brilliant multiplayer has wasted my days away.
From the time I found that soccer ball.
To the time I jumped off water falls.
When I first found how the SMG sprayed so mercilessly.
To the time when I first entered zero gravity.
Oh Halo Two, Oh Halo Two.



An original by me, Posted in a Halo Two farewell thread when Halo Two was going offline.

  • 05.03.2012 6:24 PM PDT

In a time long past, the armies of the dark came again to the lands of men. Their leaders became known as the fallen lords, and their terrible sorcery was without equal in the west.
In 30 years they reduced the civilized nations into carrion and ash. Until the free city of Madrigal alone defined them. An army gathered there, and a desperate battle was joined against the fallen
Heros were born in the fire and bloodshed of the wars which followed and their names and deeds will never be forgotten

Roses are red, Violets are Blue
Don't P*** off a ninja, or they will ban you

  • 05.03.2012 6:26 PM PDT

When I grow up I want to be bitter and spiteful.

"i liked the reality where everything was on fire better"
-legato on remedial chaos theory

Posted by: Marathon
Ninjas

A sound here
A sound there
They are somewhere
A rushing movement across of the room
A rushing movement pass me
I know these unhumanly fast creatures
Have come to mess with me

Secret ninjas
They love to play with your brain
With skills of momentum
And all the frictional fantasy things
They are not beings, I promise
They are way too quick, It's a trick
One moment they are right in front of you
But in the next
Where'd they go?
Ohhhhhh those-secret-ninjas

Bad guys
Good guys
Don't which side their on
Too smart
Too strong
That is their ways
How do their minds
Have the complexity to do this
How many talents can one man have?

Secret ninjas
Kung fu fighters don't scare them
If you can run fire
They can hold in their hand
With skills of secret ways
And all of the reflexes instinct things
They are not normal, I promise
They are so invincible, It's a trick
One second they are drawling their weapon
But in the next
Their enemy's are already defeated?
Ohhhhhh those-secret-ninjas

They are lurking in the shadows
They are some where in the room
The CIA & FBI can't get hold on them
No crimes on their hands or so we thinkg
But every one would love to know them

Secret Ninjas
You are the forgotten warriors
Some say they are flexible
But they obviously haven't seen you
With the knowledge of a high tech computer
Along with all the old scrolls old teachings things
They are not from this planet, I promise
They are way too unbelievably real, It's a trick
One blink they are staring at me
And in the next
They have left
Oh-wow-those secret ninjas


Mythix
A mythical man of a reputation to exist
Still excited me, for its fear was so loved.
Corruption was the spirit in its breast,
Hard earned money and wealth became itself.
The danger was apparent, on its breast
And inside, for the luck of a man is read.
The man so displayed his culture that
The stages of authority were absent.
Excitement became the bird of delight,
A realm of love existed before but not now,
Since the takeover and invasion.

Heroic
When the swordsman fell in Kurosawa's Seven Samurai
in the gray rain,
in Cinemascope and the Tokugawa dynasty,
he fell straight as a pine, he fell
as Ajax fell in Homer
in chanted dactyls and the tree was so huge
the woodsman returned for two days
to that lucky place before he was done with the sawing
and on the third day he brought his uncle.

They stacked logs in the resinous air,
hacking the small limbs off,
tying those bundles separately.
The slabs near the root
were quartered and still they were awkwardly large;
the logs from midtree they halved:
ten bundles and four great piles of fragrant wood,
moons and quarter moons and half moons
ridged by the saw's tooth.

The woodsman and the old man his uncle
are standing in midforest
on a floor of pine silt and spring mud.
They have stopped working
because they are tired and because
I have imagined no pack animal
or primitive wagon. They are too canny
to call in neighbors and come home
with a few logs after three days' work.
They are waiting for me to do something
or for the overseer of the Great Lord
to come and arrest them.

How patient they are!
The old man smokes a pipe and spits.
The young man is thinking he would be rich
if he were already rich and had a mule.
Ten days of hauling
and on the seventh day they'll probably
be caught, go home empty-handed
or worse. I don't know
whether they're Japanese or Mycenaean
and there's nothing I can do.
The path from here to that village
is not translated. A hero, dying,
gives off stillness to the air.
A man and a woman walk from the movies
to the house in the silence of separate fidelities.
There are limits to imagination.

Member
Hey, Where did all the members go?
Only twenty four?
Yesterday there was way..............way more!
Well I'll leave you now with only two hours sleep
and after I myself delete
then put myself under the sheets
that will leave you with one less to read.

But you know I'll be back to repeat: O)

Sorry now there is 34
But I'm going to bed
How do you comply?
they're*

  • 05.03.2012 6:27 PM PDT

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Very nice poetry Marathon!

  • 05.03.2012 6:46 PM PDT
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Roses Are Gray
Violets Are Gray
I am a dog.

  • 05.03.2012 6:51 PM PDT

Key

As we sit waiting for some sort of light,
constantly checking in hopes that we might
find some sort of news that would let us all know
the ways in which Bungie continues to grow,
we talk, we discuss, we converse, and we speak,
all wondering, wondering when we may peak
at what it is Bungie is working on daily
coding and writing and drawing so gaily.

But fret we must not as they hold back this game;
obscuring from view, and denying it fame.
For sure as I am that the sky, it is blue
they will deliver a wonder to both me and you.
Their history shows their excellent score
of things that win the hearts of their fans, and what's more
they have not yet shown signs of even a waiver;
a pause in their awesome, amazing behavior.

As I sit here right now, expressing my liking
for a group to which one might compare the great vikings
disorganized, brutish, and aimless at times
on the whole coming together like competent rhymes,
I try to instill within the minds and hearts
of the fans of these people, that this is an art.
And with art may come time, time, time, and then more
as they attempt not to usher this game out the door
and present with a product most would call bad
(disappointing at best, at the most, rather sad).

I have confidence now as this comes to an end,
that this collection of old garb and youngsters can mend
an industry fraught with facsimiles numerous,
and bring us a game, in a way that is humorous.

[Edited on 05.03.2012 6:54 PM PDT]

  • 05.03.2012 6:52 PM PDT
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:)

You guys remember The Poet? Best flood poster of 2011.

  • 05.03.2012 7:04 PM PDT

Now, in the quantum moment before the closure, when all become one. One moment left. One point of space and time.

I know who you are.

You are Destiny.

Where's The Poet when you need him?

  • 05.03.2012 7:19 PM PDT

New Marathon? Thanks Bungie!

I dont think most Bnet members like poetry I kno I dont

  • 05.03.2012 8:02 PM PDT