The end of November
Christmas looms ever nearer;
Gifts required for Buster Boy
Kitty Violette and Keira
As well as those for
Their dads and mums
All to be bought before
The dreaded day comes.
And the ads on the tele
Get ever more extreme
Filling kids minds with
Such expensive dreams.
So, I'm stockpiling the ammo
For my RPG launcher
This time I mean it,
Resolve couldn't be stauncher.
In my para sleeping bag
I'll be watching the roofs
Alert for the first sound of
Any approaching hooves.
I'll give him a warning
Tell him to pass by
And if he ignores me
Blast him from the sky.
Wonderful visions
Slide through my head
Of him spiralling down
In his burning sled.
The first year will be hard
As the kids wait and wait
Wondering why
Old Santa is late.
But kids are resilient
And pretty soon I feel
It won't take long for
Disappointment to heal
And in time I know
I'll get plenty applause
For ridding the world of
That odious Mr Claus.
Such pleasant daydreams
As I'm on the hop
Plodding around
From shop to shop,
Ever aware as Christmas
Draws steadily nearer
Gifts wanted for Buster Boy
Kitty Violette and Keira.
It’s easy to believe
That humans don’t have hearts
After what they’ve done to me
Lies tend to numb the hurts
But I’ve never been the type
To lie, cheat, or steal
Instead I like to run
To run from what is real
And while I’ve never been athletic
I’ve always been creative
So I like to pretend
It matters what a person is
It doesn’t
Not really
No, not in the least
But pretending I’m someone
It brings me some peace
O, elvenstone! O, elvenstone!
O, would that you could be my own.
To quest exhausted, all these years,
And not obtain those pointy ears
To sharpen sense, to hear my phone.
O battle axe! O battle axe!
For thy pursuit, my patience lacks.
Through garbage bins in fishing wharves,
Midst arguments with boorish dwarves;
My neighbor’s tree needs forty whacks.
Fine coat of mail, thy filigree
Would sure enhance the likes of me.
So tightly woven, silver, pale
Protect unwanted barbs’ assail
When getting honey from my bees.
Thou mighty blade, enchanted runes
Do grace thy hilt but not those hewn.
Sure, separating sinew, bone,
Ne’er losing edge in dirt or stone,
When Saturday, the hedge I prune.
I think that we can both agree:
When I immerse in D&D,
I get so caught up in the game,
Imagination is to blame;
Sometimes I blur reality.
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RPG - role playing game - I used to play Dungeons and Dragons some 40 years ago when you used dice and mapped everything out on graph paper. I imagine things have changed a bit since then...
Holy06 Next Level Gamer
I remember telling a classmate in college that college was easier then college
Some class in high school did not have information test it from the book or from teacher notes the reason I achieved so well was do to the fact of play video
game
Rpg as I got older I learn that other countries have different rules and set of
Course work that made education easier to understand I made up a entire year
Home bound which one year should been omit due to health and still got accept
To a division one school what I learn from psychology it not how smart you are it is drive or you driven maybe one day education will be driven to better
Acceptation in my country.
Holy06 Next Level Gamer
Unformatted Giberesh, Making a life for the self, Ultima.
RPG cravings, lett'a letter mode, wha' wha' listen ma' man.
Female atire, a genuis 8-Ball, wha' so ever, news actualities.
Real'mente, Matrix glance, I can breath healthily, wha' wha'.
Get out of the way, succession, livre, libre, you take me to a higher plateau.
The past is over, the future is here.
Wha' wha' gibbbresh.
The day you left
To go to war
As you turned to me
Amor
In trenches deep
Entrenched in love
Please return
My loving Dove
Battles fought
Heard on the news
Platoons hit
Who did we lose?
No telegram
Like World War Two
Staff car, knock knock,
It can't be you
Sit down Mrs Fraser
We have to say
Cpl Fraser was wounded
Yesterday,
From shrapnel fired from an R.P.G.
We are sad to inform the loss of he
I sit in tears
Your photo in hand
I feel alive
But oh so bland
Do I tell the kids, nothings wrong!
When they ask
Will you be gone for long?
.
There, with RPG, from high on a mountain ridge
He follows the snaking movement of a convoy
Here, in the Hindu Kush, penned the “back and beyond”
By Kipling past, the roads, literally mean life
Carved through steep ravines and over raging rivers
They provide badly needed stores to villages
With no electricity or running water
They are ancient nineteenth century terraced farms
As the dust faded trucks move closer, he prepares
He will do what his tribe has done for centuries
From the great Alexander to the British raj
Defend tribal territory from invaders
The Warlord aims his weapon and fires
© Copyrights G. Jones 2008
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