Best Dak Poems
Along ta derry ga de hance
‘til dawn we sit, amid, astance.
And once the full moon rises on’t
Da mid awhorl doth all we want.
But soon ta blacken brot a gri,
wit stil da crackon akabree--
And once t’gin ta ram da moot
Dow noland farce th’ wil ka soot!
A packa shoon curl tabard sheath
And when we drather forka beeth,
Is wan ‘taback the cabbarth shoe
Around about will strike the moon.
The will soon eddy wine dak crown,
To ramble on the turtle drown.
We pounce upon the blackened brot
‘twas crackon gole th’ trei be shot!
li-du dop
dewy dop
dedeedle-de dew wap pow dedow
yeledeledetelelly elly welly kapowzowwwwwwwww
shlibibidy dingalingadingwingringasingajinglejangle
jibbidy
jelibidy de skizzity
skezzak (PAK) skezzak (PAK)
skabededakaralaka de daka faksnakrakkidy dak knack fat
shefrinklededinkledy dew
de dew dew dew dew wew de dew wew we dewwew dewdedew
ye, dedew dedew
i pick my nose for you
flantaba-de-daba-dedew
de-dew
Form:
God gave me life
a family and a smile
but after he took my dad
didn't know why
maybe it was part of his plan
but it broke my heart
so the smile had to fly
then theft, violence and lie
took my entire life
Next i guess is the dealine
I've been beaten to death but i survived
Mum says i'm a deadman
others says tomorrow i'll die
For real every night i pray to jesus
but every time i act like the demon
i hurt my family and friends
Worst! i hurt my own self
in a mirror i can't recognise myself
all i see is a dark man, with a dark past
with a dak future, with a bad pass
i don't blame any body
i'm the architect of my own defeat
i think i want to die now
while writting this
maybe i'll already be dead when you'll be reading this
oh! suicide! suicide! come take me
NO! Jesus is Alive, Alleluha!!
Whiting a poem without the lette r
The lette r on the Macbook Po laptop compute
doth not function, thus I connected
an extenal keyboad coutesy USB pot,
and need to each ove ight hand ove left
and attempt to type the coect key
most often pessing othe then the coect lette
quite an impossible mission
afte daylight fades to dakness,
when dak shadows
glom the inteio light of the bedoom
essentially esembling the oute limits
of the twilight zone
whee the edge of night encoaches
challenging me to caft
an undestandable silly vese
letting these finges of mine
appea to andomly skitte
acoss the qwety keyboad,
but quite an effot went into painstaking effot
to shae how difficult communication would become
if (fo no paticula hyme o eason,
only twenty lettes compised
the Anglo Saxon alphabet,
o wose case scenaio
omitting the most common lette
namely the vowel e,
which does esult
in a baely compehensible output
of essentially esulting in utte gibbeish
pue gobbledygook to the most skilled English majo,
yet I must add how humoous the esultant output,
yet completely lacking sense and sensibility
gatis yous tuly (me),
an aticulate, chaming,
eudite, fun loving, pinteresting,
wodsmith yielding an outcome shifting
fom the idiculous to the sublime,
yet inteestingly enough
an anonymous eade
can fill in the blank omissions,
but afte slogging thu just this bief liteay example,
one could not imagine dagons
getting into a fiestom
tying to ead a stoy book about mythical beasts
that oam acoss the teestial fimament
as happened to be the case
when dinosaus dominated
as species numeo uno
duing the Mesozoic Ea,
also known as the "Age of Dinosaus,"
which spanned from appoximately
252 to 66 million years ago,
which ea divided into thee perods:
the Tiassic Period (252-201 million yeas ago),
the Juassic Peiod (201-145 million yeas ago),
and the Cetaceous Peiod (145-66 million yeas ago),
and fo whateve explanation Dinosaus became extinct
at the end of the Cetaceous Peiod,
with the exception of avian dinosaus,
which ae the birds that exist today.
I stand under the statue of liberty
Counting the red pennies
I stand diminished of all my properties
Even my history.
I am watching skylarks sky diving for bread
They all have long black wings
And they cry awfully, some say no one sings
Again. It's rap instead.
But what I heard had neither rhythm or art
And made my pennies fall.
Towering above me, on a cold, dak wall
Things just falling apart.
I stand under the statue of liberty
Its massive, iron breast
Stilled, as the shrieking skylarks dive and digest
Crumbs of cold charity.
The birds still crying as the boats go pass
The statue turns green, livid green, green as grass.
Nyako adwari bende anyalo heri
Yawa apari warom mondo aleri
Iberna kendo ochuna mondo aweri
Ateri mos walos wach
kawinjo nyingi to chunya liel mach
kel chunyi machiengni an kwach
Onagi Ja nyakach
sibuor moluor ekor gweng
wouoyi motegno kendo rateng
A jaber her jawer
karwa kodi chwe kendo ler
Andikoni akonie kaka iber
A jaber Her Jawer
pada gi kwe kendo irodha gi hera
Dalawa ateri kendo dalau itera
Imos baba gi mama,dana gi kwara
owadwa nyaminwa ji duto riti
Gidwaro ngeyo kiti
Gidwaro chi wuoyi
A jaber her Jawer
Dhok nyaka ater
choras nyaka awer
nyaka kaka iber
kaka iler
mara ma aseyiero
Ma yuthe te dwaro
yawa singna ni chwo ikwero
kendo an e kende
Achiel kende
E piny matinde
jaber singna
herawa Pakna
Sungri sweetheart pakri, tingri malo
An mari pile dak wasenyalo
mudho mag hera waseloyo
Hera omoko, hera omuoch
hera Opoto, hera Lich
jaber Her jawer
winje kaka awer
her Jawer jaber.
Now, once more,
the mists of time,
they close over DreamScape.
the vision, now gone,
yet soon the vision shall return,
Once again, DreamScape shall open.
The tale,
it shall sing again, soon,
the son of the storm, the Dak Man,
he shall be h be there soon,
the song shall live,
now, my thoughts must focus,
our tale shall progress,
the song of Alahsar is just paused,
there is much more to be told.
Chapter..........1..........Part..........1..........5.
Now let us return my Lords and Ladies,
golden Alahsar awaits,
the mists of time once more dissipate,
glory comes to us once more,
come, let us soar on high,
the song of Alahsar comes forth,
Charge the horns,
we return to the ancient jewel, Alahsar.
Now, mighty ones,
let us return to the mighty storm,
majestic terror does sing in Alahsar's skies,
This is but a mother.
sending forth her beloved son
the son of the storm,
now, ready to descend to the earth.
The storm does roar and roar again,
its ultimate fury, unabating,
It does rock Alahsar's skies,
fury's circle in fury's dance,
This storm shall cause no damage,
The mother calls forth her son,
her voice is deafening.
Now, all Alahsar watches the storm,
glory and honour to the Dark Man,
when he comes, exultation,
come now from Valhallah,
Dark Man,
son of the storm.
Mighty the cheer,
voices raised to the sky,
down on a lightning bolt,
black unicorn does descend,
Turvehr,
the king of unicorns,
the mount of the Dark Man,
giant, raven's wings held in at his sides,
A great power is Turvehr.
The horn of his power,
black majesty,
the most wondrous of mythical creatures,
down the lightning bolt,
glory and power descending,
The Dark Man,
he sits proud on Turvehr's back.
The Dark Man,
his true form, only ever seen by one mortal,
One pair of soft, brown eyes,
they alone know his majesty,
Dressed in black,
from head to foot,
completely covered,
a huge Cowal does cover his head,
his face never seen.
No flesh at all, ever seen,
only one shall ever know his true form.
The Tigress.
the one,
she never speaks of what she knows,
the son of the Gods,
the son of the storm,
he has now come.
Alahsar's greatest protector,
he is now come,
this is the night of nights.
To Be Continued...........
The Dak Dak
The room is small
With spaceships on the wall paper
A narrow brown wooden table sits quietly under the window.
Dark navy blue curtains fall
With cars and red, faded rockets
A small metal chair sits on the slatted floor.
It is midnight says the grinning, frog faced clock
And it is the time when the Dak Dak comes out.
He waits, until the house is silent
Until the adults are asleep
Then he crawls from under the boy sized bed.
His body smaller than his large green head
With a single eye, he stares, unable to blink
Large teeth glint, with sharpened points.
It is midnight says the story in the book
And it is the time when the Dak Dak comes out.
Human sense, crawls up the sleepers neck
A slithering, creeping scary alarm
There is no scream in the throat
It is buried in the fear of what came from under the bed
Only rapid panic rises to its height
To move the arms and pull the covers over the head
It is midnight shouts father, stop messing about
It is tomorrow when the Dak Dak next comes out.