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Premium Member slaughter them without mercy

The elves were not mean enough to harm the orcs themselves
They recruited mercenaries and winged monkeys from the North
They marauders flew into the valley on Tuesday whooping and hollering
Should we have done this? The elves worried among themselves
The orcs were brutish and aggressive, but did they deserve this wrath?
By noon that day the mercenaries and winged monkeys were all dead.
The orcs had been trained well by the nasty hateful Lord Morgoth.
He sent them to reign terror down on the elves.
“Slaughter them without mercy,” he told them.

The Most Hated Man

In a home inside a farm,
There's a man who lives alone,
Shunned by everyone 
For trying to stand for his own color once. 

Thunders and lightnings, 
Even the gods and the wind
Conspire to extinguish his flame everyday.
Lashes from every direction are thrown towards him
From armies of trolls and orcs. 

Even the wind's own ears bleed from venomous songs 
Sang against him with empty lyrics out of desperation. 
And the mere fact that he's just alone makes him 
As brave as the bravest man ever lived.

December 22, 2023, PST, APC

Premium Member Halloween Coo

Written: November 12, 2023
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The place's full of orcs and witches
and pumpkins with straw in their britches
vampires are creeping round
with zombies swarming bound
and Frankenstein's face full of stitches

They giggle and yell, "Trick or treat!"
then open their bags full of sweets
I throw some sweets in there
and I cause them a scare
and coo as they race down the street.


Premium Member Dactyl Fun

Three-legged run
Dactyl fun

Noble gas
Royal pass

Bad dad jokes
Pun man, yoked

Aragorn
Heir is born

Arkenstone
Thorin's Moan

Slip ring on
Hide, not gone

One ring don
Wraith track on

Elven blade
Orcs afraid

Twitterverse
Scold, coerce

Metaverse
Feeling worse

Instagram
Yes, I am!

YouTube feed
How, indeed!

TikTok feed
Eyes now bleed

Progeny
Two’s now three

Trinity
Godhead three
 
Will divine
Thine, not mine

His bride’s price
Sacrifice

Resurrect
Death’s sting wrecked

Just Another Nightmare

Sam Adams one night
Went to bed after drinking 
a bit too much rum
He found himself in a dark forest 

He looked up and found 
He was not alone
There were creatures 

Looking at him
With evil in their eyes
They began chasing Sam 
Down the dark forest path

Aliens, banshees, centraurs,demons, devils, 
Leprechauns, Lions, Monsters, orcs, robots, tigers
Werewolves, Witches, warlocks, wolves, and zombies
Joined in chasing Sam

Screaming 
“Death to the human”.
He jumped over a fence
Found himself stuck
In Limbo
The howling mob
Just outside the door

Next, the board clerk announced
Sam Adams walked up
Took his number

Woke up naked 
In bed with a strange woman
Who turned out to be quite dead.

Sam got up
Drank coffee
And left to go to work

Just another nightmare
After drinking too much 
Demon rum.

Welcome

Brisk the air, a fall breeze sways the tree on this new land. 
Forest druids can be seen but be wary on approach. 
Most of the land still stays unmanned. 
Streams flow through the forest full of loach. 

Elves guard the entrance of the misty woods, don't try to sneak in. 
Head west and you will find the true horror wars can bring. 
Orcs walk over corpses, goblins scavenging the battlefields pulling off skin. 
The fairy folk tried to hold them off but lost their wings. 
Cast down to the ground they were outmatched. 
Retreat was inevitable, victory was already snatched. 

A thousand years past, fairy folk extinct, it's the birth of man.
A new era was born, towns popped up, the land was untouched no more. 
Guilds soon after, adventures were born, the land was changing to its core.
Before then let’s talk about the war. 



This is the first entry to my high fantasy Chapbook I will be releasing later this year. All input is welcomed and helps.


A Gang

A gang of aggressive orcs
in any government works.

Volodymyr Knyr
2017

Quartz

1/7/16


With zero remorse
Jumped off the porch
To play all sorts of sports

Because time is short
And before you know it, you might just be a corpse

All things run their course
So continue forth
Instead of always trying to abort
Around each and every fork

Was looking out way beyond the wharf
By a port
Then headed North
While storms approached with force

Mined and eventually found a source of quartz
In areas where the land was scorched

The next day my voice was hoarse
After popping bottles and corks
While celebrating below several forts
There were meats roasting above a torch
And silverware, some of which included sporks
Simultaneously I spotted flying storks
And toads covered in warts
In an area that once could've been inhabited by orcs

By: Dalton Ogletree

The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings

12/22/14



Props to the original Baggins
And his bravery towards the dragons
While he could've stayed behind with the wagons


Just a hobbit and quite the comic
But he should've watched it
And use all logic
Before trying to put on the ring inside of his pocket
Because another was unfortunate and lost it

This made him scathing mad
As he continued aging and
Inside a cave in the hills, far away from any raging sands

Originally had a name
But overtime he had changed
And was no longer the same

They didn't know what else to call him
Except for Gollum
Because he had fallen
And became solemn


Meanwhile the orcs
Marched with force
After coming into contact with the source
Of all evil from the North



The bell continued to toll
As the trolls
Looked to take all souls
With a heart darker than coal

During the events
The mist was dense
And full of suspense
But the ents that were immense
Put in their sense
And helped their allies get across the fence



Here we go again
Around the bend
It didn't end
In the eyes of children, ladies and men
Who could be considered a trusted friend?





By:   Dalton Ogletree

The Hobbit On My Bookshelf

When my parents
returned from England 
   They brought me 
a leather bound copy of the Hobbit
    Now it sits proudly 
on my bookshelf 
   What a fantastic story!
Full of hobbits, dwarves, goblins
    wizards, orcs . giant spiders, 
elves and Beornings
    Imagination is ones' 
key to a joyous life 
  The book has inspired a 
multitude of poets, writers, 
   and yes - dreamers 
   As for myself I feel it 
is an example of wonder 
   which is something we 
are all in need of 
   in these dark and troubled times 
So, friends - re - read the Hobbit 
   rejoin Bilbo and company 
   and take joy 
from the existence 
    of Middle Earth

Thor

Many a God dwells in the great world tree of the Asgards
But the strongest one of them all is the one who holds
The power of storms wrathful in the palm of his hands
You can hear his voice in the thunder as the sky grows
Darker and darker, he swings his hammer to the land and
Lightning comes down with such a force it shakes the
Very core of Valhalla...drowning out the screams of
The orcs that go trying to cross the echoing bridge...
Well he comes swinging his hammer and strikes them
Down, they drop to the forest floor frozen in the snow
Covered ground...you cannot yield his power, you can
Not have a hand on his gleaming hammer...he says in
A voice of thunder "I am the keeper of the gate, the
Keeper of law and order, keeper of Valhalla in good
Fate...I will protect the innocent but woe to the Orcs
Who challenge my power...I will swing my hammer
To the ground and strike you down” he says in a voice
Of thunder “I am Thor of Asgard, I am Thor, Thor”
As it is written in the stars!

Smeagol's Beatles, Norwegian Wood

I once had a ring, or should I say, it once had me... 
it made me vanish, isn't it good, my precious ring? 

it asked me to wear it and make way to its masters cave, 
So it drove me mad and its my precious for me to crave, 

I lived in a cave, biding my time, eating like swine,
We dwelled until time and then bagginses came, took what was mine.

They took me to Mordor and burned me, So I started to talk. 
I told them I didn't and spoke off to Orcs, shire is the path 

And when I awoke, I was alone, Frodo had flown 
So he left from shire, isn't it good, my precious will be mine.

My Fantasy World

In my fantasy world in the night,
I walk among you before first light.
Garbed in gray, long beard of white,
staff in hand I am ready to fight.
Wizard Moonstone is my name,
with magic and wisdom I am the flame.
Flame of Truth, Flame of the enternal light,
Orcs and trolls bow before my sight.
Spells I will cast to heal or destory,
I have many that I can employ.
Foul and evil things in the deep,
with a wave of my hand I can make them weep.
Those who are in need search the moon's light,
I will free you from your plight.



Contest:In your fantasy world .. who are you.

A Mystical Place

Frolicking through the woods pale light, elves do sing and fairies delight.
Searching for a hidden place, where pixies sing and children race.
Do beware the wicked trolls, who guard the bridge and steal your gold.
Cross the bridge and you shall find, the hidden gates once lost in time.
Read the runes in elven tongue, and the gates will open to a world still young.
Once inside you shall see, a mystical place that still remains free.
Enchanted queens with beautiful faces, who dance with grace in firm embraces.
Leprechauns count their pots of gold as wizards spin their tales of old.
Do not venture beyond this place, or goblins and orcs shall scar your face.
Winged dragons above they soar, breathing fire and loud they roar.
Venture not into the night, for banshees scream and cause you fright.
Witches mix their evil brews, and werewolves hunt in bloody broods.
So stay within the gated realm, where pleasures are many and beauty abounds.

3/8/2013

Neverland

Why is it I feel like this?
Is there something I have missed?
For on this day I feel so sad
When years ago I'd have been glad
Why must I grow up this way?
Can't I fight for one more day?
I don't want to grow up here
Where this life is full of fear
Can't I stay like new spring rain?
So full of life, so free, so plain
I miss the days of childhood things
We'd dress in robes and play like kings
We played with swords in our backyard
And dreamed of places past and far
I long to fight the Uruk-Hai
Just once more before I die
And track down all the orcs and wraiths
To hold them fast before the gates
If I don't go back to that land
My life of chains starts with a brand
So let me visit Narnia please
To run with centaurs through the trees
To chase the white stag through the woods
To fight the fight and free the good
Let me go to Neverland
And fly on high with Peter Pan
And live free 'till death calls my name
To live where Aslan shakes his mane

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