Imp

Lumineer
Royal Guardian
Platform
iOS, PC
Who am I? Who should I be? Who am I to you?
Am I someone here that you despise, to beat beneath your shoe?
Am I some nameless monster? Worthless, without care?
Does it truly bring you pleasure, to cause me such despair?
So hungry in your rage, so happy in my plight,
Do you think I caused you harm - out of malice, out of spite?
Did you jump to a conclusion because the mob thought it a game?
In the shadows, in dark places, did you curse upon my name?
For one second did you imagine what was on the other side?
For one moment did you picture the human that you deride?
That never once, in his defense spoke a single word?
And never once did protest, despite all he’d seen and heard?
Continue in your victory. Continue in your rage.
Continue gathering supporters to this war you wage.
Continue in your fight to spread lies and your deceit.
You’ve got me on the run, you have forced my swift retreat,
I commend you for your bravery to strike me without pause,
I hope it brings you happiness, to harm another without cause.
No matter how you justify it, no matter who you may persuade,
I was just another worthless person to bleed beneath your blade.
 

Imp

Lumineer
Royal Guardian
Platform
iOS, PC
Poem May 3
Annie is here, avert your gaze!
We are not worthy, we are but knaves,
She provides help to the small and help to the weak,
With none of the glory that others do seek!
 
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Imp

Lumineer
Royal Guardian
Platform
iOS, PC
Poem June 6
Welcome class to “How to Spell”, I’m here to grade your work!
I hope that you have studied well, And surely haven’t shirked.
I see that each of you are wrong, In your spelling of the “Bard.”
It’s spelled “Imp”
I know I’m right, it really isn’t hard.
 

Imp

Lumineer
Royal Guardian
Platform
iOS, PC
Poem June 2 - Ode to Auction Grifters
A key on the auction is there for a price,
Someone has placed it, someone not nice,
For 20 more gold than is sold at a vendor,
I’m confident this person is on a bad bender,
And an ignorant soul will soon lose their gold,
And the grifter will win for just being bold.
——
A mote on the auction costs twice what it should.
At 24 silver it’s truly not good.
8000 gold for 1000 motes,
They’re robbing me blind! They’re stealing my coat!
——
Topaz for sale! Topaz for sale!
Up on the auction if you’ll believe my tall tale.
Someone has placed gems by the pound,
Up on the auction is where they are found,
And foolishly you could buy all of them there,
To sell at a loss to a vendor - beware!
——
I have a stack of apples, at a bargain price,
I put them on the auction, just because I’m nice.
Nine gold for my apples, if you want to buy,
You know they’re very tasty because the price is very high!
 

Imp

Lumineer
Royal Guardian
Platform
iOS, PC
Poem May 1
On this day in history, Impresario died.
Coffee in hand, you can’t say he tried…
To hurry along to his chores in the yard,
And the whole server witnessed the death of this bard.

The sight was quite ugly, so all did shield their eyes,
The death was not swift, and was not a surprise,
He sat there in world chat, joking for hours,
While Reason sharpened her knives near the unweeded flowers.

How could have known that it was his last day?
Though he ignored all the mowing, and continued to play,
The children sat hungry, and the yard long forgotten,
As Imp chatted in world chat, when Reason did got him.

And though he lies dead, and can’t chat no more,
And though still he lies there, and lies there some more,
The grass keeps on growing, and grow on it will,
For Imp’s ghost haunts world chat, and the lawn mower still.
 

Imp

Lumineer
Royal Guardian
Platform
iOS, PC
Poem May 1
Prisma’s a fairy that appears once a year,
On the hills of a meadow and bringing good cheer,
She hovers in silence, she hovers with grace,
Then cries out in rage when the players give chase.

They show up in dozens, they show up in scores,
Hunters and Shamans, and still there is more,
Warriors shout, and arrows take flight,
And thirty-odd priests all cast their smite.

When the dust of the battle is carried away,
And the sun hovers low at the end of the day,
The heroes and Prisma stop for a bite,
With a picnic of pies that are sure to delight.
 

Imp

Lumineer
Royal Guardian
Platform
iOS, PC
Poem June 30
The moment that’s now is the moment that’s lost,
I failed to embrace it, and thus paid the cost.
They say seize the moment. They say seize the day.
But I’m holding my breath so it won’t get away.
Where are the hours that flee with the sun?
Where are the minutes that have not yet begun?
Am I quite paralyzed with a future unknown?
Afraid to step forward and sink like a stone?
This lump in my throat, this weight on my chest,
Mock my anxieties in a cruel, twisted jest,
The only path forward is the one that you take,
The only moments you own, are the moments you make,
Conquer the fear, slay doubt and neglect,
You deserve this next moment, you deserve self-respect.
 

Littlenymph

Squirrel
Characters
Layla Littlenymph
Platform
PC, Steam
I am glad you found the words for #81 & 88. Be well, my friend.

On a totally unrelated note, you once told me how you came by your gamer handle and I found it an interesting story. You don't have to share if you do not wish but I have always wondered if your lovely wife has an equally interesting story behind her name choice.

Is there a particular reason that Reason reasoned Reason to be a reasonable name or, did Reason choose Reason for reasons of Reason's own?
 

Imp

Lumineer
Royal Guardian
Platform
iOS, PC
Last edited
I am the Rhyme to her Reason. She’s my Reason to my Rhyme.
One without the other, would surely be a crime.
One is very random, with spontaneous little thought,
And without some motivation would have slowly turned to rot.
And the other needs some balance to all the plotting and the plans,
To look beyond tomorrow, and embrace the day at hand.
One without the other, the other would not be,
I am nothing without her, without her I am not me.
 

Lyrra

Huntress
Characters
Lyrra, Lythe, Livelie, Chicken Little, xFURIx
Platform
iOS, Android
Last edited
#81... Wow! I love all your poetry Sir Bard of the Seven Realms... all the whimsical and random thoughts. You are a gem... a person who truly gives a damn and tries hard to make the game a good experience for all. Just know that you have a lot of supporters who love and appreciate you... ❤
 

Littlenymph

Squirrel
Characters
Layla Littlenymph
Platform
PC, Steam
That is exactly the type of answer I expected.
Well said. :)
 

Imp

Lumineer
Royal Guardian
Platform
iOS, PC
I join the crowd that surrounds the loom,
Elbow-to-elbow, no sitting room,
All stand at the ready, all ready to go,
To be the first at the loom, ready to sew.

We stood there for minutes that turned into days,
Tempers were flaring, and patience was frayed,
For the moment the station started to glow,
Only one from the crowd got a chance there to sew.

We waited anew for the station once more,
What once was quite fun was now a terrible chore,
Where once we were friendly to all that we know,
Now we pushed and we shoved for we were ready to sew.

I was never the first, and so I am the last,
A part of the crowd that was never quite fast,
The part of the crowd who cried out in woe,
Stuck there and waiting for our turn to sew.
 
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Woodlenelf

Grand Shaman
Characters
Starfoxnes
Platform
Android
My dedication to Imps services to us.

This poem was made,
on request of Imp.
And if it is not good,
My booty, he will kick.

So here's my attempt,
At a hum'rous poem.
But if it doth fail,
Then I shall be goin'.

Ok, that's enough!
Of the jokes and the fakes!
Oh, damn this to hell.
I can think of just cakes.

My rhyming is off,
My timing is worse.
For the next rhyme I can think,
Of just the word Verse.

Don't ask me how,
this has anything to do.
With me, dear Imp,
or even with you.

But you asked for a poem,
So here it is now done.
This poem needs more.
Bring the next one!

By one I mean Stanza.
Yes, I said it, it's true.
This rhyming is crap,
Better, I should do.

The sentences suck.
and now I'm smilin'
'Cause while you read this,
I know you'll be laughin'

See?! That rhyme!
It was not even real!
My poem's affected,
by my last meal.

Now I'm just writing
things that'll rhyme.
I'll give this a chance,
just one last time.

Dear Imp, we love you.
As friend and then some.
But see me on Endless,
And then we'll have fun.

For now I must end,
But not before this:
Lrn 2 spl nub!
U tak de piss!

This stanza is bugging me
I had to make this worse.
So this is the end
Of my SILLEH LIL' VERSE!
 

Imp

Lumineer
Royal Guardian
Platform
iOS, PC
There lived a young woman creative and bold,
And when so inspired she painted in gold -
Lavendars, reds, all brilliance of hues,
Leaping forth from her mind as she drew and she drew,
Creations so lovely she just had to share,
With creations in hand she leapt from her chair,
Opened the window, called out to the street,
“You must see my designs, they’re surely a treat!”

A crowd then approached - desperate to see,
Gathered quite close, exclaiming with glee,
Some that were silent, but with joy in their eyes,
And others spoke loudly and insisted she try,
To make them all copies that each would then own,
Perhaps with some changes to color and tone,
And a few then demanded that she quickly paint more,
To sell from her window or the street corner store.

Quite overwhelmed with all the attention,
She tried then to clarify her primary intention,
When a man passing by with a quite hurried gait,
Scoffed and harrumphed and continued on straight.
And one woman from town, known then as Old Caryn,
Shoved to the front to loudly start sharing,
Her opinions and thoughts about the commotion,
She blathered and shrilled with tremendous emotion -

“These lines on your paper are rather quite dull,
This shaded in area is not shaded in full,
And here you chose purple when it should have been blue,
Surely this painting is awful, it’s true,
Why bother to show it, I’m sure all will agree,
It could have been better,” she shouted with glee,
“Just look at this crowd, they’re just being kind,
They know that I’m sharing what’s all on their minds.”

The artist retreated, with a whoosh of her blinds,
Stepped back from the window and the words quite unkind,
There in the dark, dropped her art to the floor,
When then came a tap - a tap at her door.
She tried to ignore it, she yelled “go away!”
But the tapping continued, throughout the long day.
The tapping continued into the night,
For many long hours, and gave her a fright.

Still it persisted, unceasing with fervor,
And as the sky brightened she could take it no further.
She cracked open her door and gazed out at the sight,
A line formed at her steps and in the dim morning light,
She saw that it stretched down the block, maybe more,
Most of the town, lined up at her door.
Quietly, patiently, with conviction they stood,
Hoping to have another glimpse - if they could -

Of marvelous paintings that warmed their hearts to the core,
“Please,” said the first, “we’re all here to adore,
Your wondrous creations, you’re the talk of the town,
Old Caryn is sullen and always carries a frown,
Don’t let her words ever drown out your fire,
Don’t let the bold scoffers who fail to admire,
Don’t let those so few, though loud they may be,
Ruin the artist we all came to see.”

What happened next? We’ll just have to wait,
For the future’s unwritten, it’s what we create,
If we give into anger and give up on our dreams,
If we give into hatred and life’s bitter extremes,
If we give up on hope and give up on each other,
If we tear down our sisters and tear down our brothers,
Then the future looks dark, with the blinds closely shuttered -
Be the tap at the door of a future undaunted.
 

nilriM

Mighty Warrior
Characters
nilriM, Lady Merlin
Platform
Android, PC
This thread was my archive, but after several recommendations I'll be consolidating all of my poetry into a single thread. Below is older stuff that I could fish out from my mail to the village. I'll add new posts to this thread with newer poetry and other poems I dig out from my archives at some point.

Note (added 8/13/2019): It’s probably important to note that while sometimes my poetry is inspired by bugs, snags, disruptions or whatever goes bump in the night, they are always meant for fun and not malice. The game, it’s community, and the Otters have all been excellent sources of inspiration!

December 31
Seize the Day
365 days a year, all to wait for what is finally here,
We hurry each day and rush into another,
Thinking that in tomorrow we shall discover,
Something new, something with meaning,
Something with hope, something worth receiving.
We focus on the future and often forget,
That today is the day, it's all that we get.

Or perhaps you are in each of your days,
Drowning bit by bit as you go on your way,
Focusing on the last three-sixty-four,
Wishing and needing for something much more,
Not realizing what's done is gone and can't be undone,
You can't change your past, it can't be respun.
We focus on yesterday and often forget,
That today is the day, it's all that we get.

So here is to now, this moment, this minute,
Take ownership of today, this instant and win it,
We have today, it's the day that we get,
So make it amazing, one you'll never forget.

December 29 (note, this was inspired by the Pyron key quest stuff, which I've never done, but it was requested by a guild member)
Hello my friend you need a key, or maybe two, or maybe three.
Not nearly enough? Here have this quest, I offer it, not in jest.
Go collect five hundred parts, craft them into works of art,
Set them by a lake in June, underneath a crescent moon,
Then paint them orange. Then red. Then green. Carry them through a maze of beans.
Sing them a lullaby you wrote in greek, then I will give you all the keys you seek.

December 28
Oh The Marvelous Workshop Gizmo, What a curious thing.
I thought it would be a pet or a toy, since it obviously is a spring.
It may have been a slinky, to step down each castle step,
or it could have coiled up in a can, to scare when opened, I suspect.
But it was neither a toy or a springy pet, much to my surprise,
and now I have a sudden urge to craft another hundred pies.

December 24
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all over our town,
Each villager was smiling, not one single frown,
For each went to their garden and found with delight,
A bountiful elf had visited that night,
The peppers were bulging, the melons quite round,
Rhubarb and lavendar, peas stacked high over the ground,
Every sheep could be sheared for five times its weight,
And each chicken produced ten eggs, plus eight,
And if this all sounds too good to be true,
Then believe in your heart that it is my wish for you,
To find bounty, find hope, to dream and aspire,
To find peace, find blessing, and reach ever higher,
To find meaning and happiness on this most special of day,
"A Merry Christmas to you and your family," I say.


December 22
Dragons.
Dragons everywhere.
So many dragons.
They clutter the air.
The green ones.
They flutter.
The blue ones.
They hover.
The brown ones.
They smell.
The red ones.
Breathe fire from hell.

Two weeks ago I had only one I had seen.
Locked in a prison, he is vicious and mean.
Then all of a sudden, so many appear,
A dragon invasion, I cower with fear.
But they seem to be helpful in an odd sort of way,
Carrying people on their backs all day.

Poem Jan 2
https://www.madottergames.com/forums/threads/poem-jan-2.307/

Poem Jan 3
https://www.madottergames.com/forums/threads/poem-jan-3.310/
This thread was my archive, but after several recommendations I'll be consolidating all of my poetry into a single thread. Below is older stuff that I could fish out from my mail to the village. I'll add new posts to this thread with newer poetry and other poems I dig out from my archives at some point.

Note (added 8/13/2019): It’s probably important to note that while sometimes my poetry is inspired by bugs, snags, disruptions or whatever goes bump in the night, they are always meant for fun and not malice. The game, it’s community, and the Otters have all been excellent sources of inspiration!

December 31
Seize the Day
365 days a year, all to wait for what is finally here,
We hurry each day and rush into another,
Thinking that in tomorrow we shall discover,
Something new, something with meaning,
Something with hope, something worth receiving.
We focus on the future and often forget,
That today is the day, it's all that we get.

Or perhaps you are in each of your days,
Drowning bit by bit as you go on your way,
Focusing on the last three-sixty-four,
Wishing and needing for something much more,
Not realizing what's done is gone and can't be undone,
You can't change your past, it can't be respun.
We focus on yesterday and often forget,
That today is the day, it's all that we get.

So here is to now, this moment, this minute,
Take ownership of today, this instant and win it,
We have today, it's the day that we get,
So make it amazing, one you'll never forget.

December 29 (note, this was inspired by the Pyron key quest stuff, which I've never done, but it was requested by a guild member)
Hello my friend you need a key, or maybe two, or maybe three.
Not nearly enough? Here have this quest, I offer it, not in jest.
Go collect five hundred parts, craft them into works of art,
Set them by a lake in June, underneath a crescent moon,
Then paint them orange. Then red. Then green. Carry them through a maze of beans.
Sing them a lullaby you wrote in greek, then I will give you all the keys you seek.

December 28
Oh The Marvelous Workshop Gizmo, What a curious thing.
I thought it would be a pet or a toy, since it obviously is a spring.
It may have been a slinky, to step down each castle step,
or it could have coiled up in a can, to scare when opened, I suspect.
But it was neither a toy or a springy pet, much to my surprise,
and now I have a sudden urge to craft another hundred pies.

December 24
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all over our town,
Each villager was smiling, not one single frown,
For each went to their garden and found with delight,
A bountiful elf had visited that night,
The peppers were bulging, the melons quite round,
Rhubarb and lavendar, peas stacked high over the ground,
Every sheep could be sheared for five times its weight,
And each chicken produced ten eggs, plus eight,
And if this all sounds too good to be true,
Then believe in your heart that it is my wish for you,
To find bounty, find hope, to dream and aspire,
To find peace, find blessing, and reach ever higher,
To find meaning and happiness on this most special of day,
"A Merry Christmas to you and your family," I say.


December 22
Dragons.
Dragons everywhere.
So many dragons.
They clutter the air.
The green ones.
They flutter.
The blue ones.
They hover.
The brown ones.
They smell.
The red ones.
Breathe fire from hell.

Two weeks ago I had only one I had seen.
Locked in a prison, he is vicious and mean.
Then all of a sudden, so many appear,
A dragon invasion, I cower with fear.
But they seem to be helpful in an odd sort of way,
Carrying people on their backs all day.

Poem Jan 2
https://www.madottergames.com/forums/threads/poem-jan-2.307/

Poem Jan 3
https://www.madottergames.com/forums/threads/poem-jan-3.310/
Really fantastic!
 
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Xantia

Arch Wizard
Characters
Xantia, Battle Bunny, Airoe, Sinzin, Erthena
Platform
Android, PC
There lived a young woman creative and bold,
And when so inspired she painted in gold -
Lavendars, reds, all brilliance of hues,
Leaping forth from her mind as she drew and she drew,
Creations so lovely she just had to share,
With creations in hand she leapt from her chair,
Opened the window, called out to the street,
“You must see my designs, they’re surely a treat!”

A crowd then approached - desperate to see,
Gathered quite close, exclaiming with glee,
Some that were silent, but with joy in their eyes,
And others spoke loudly and insisted she try,
To make them all copies that each would then own,
Perhaps with some changes to color and tone,
And a few then demanded that she quickly paint more,
To sell from her window or the street corner store.

Quite overwhelmed with all the attention,
She tried then to clarify her primary intention,
When a man passing by with a quite hurried gait,
Scoffed and harrumphed and continued on straight.
And one woman from town, known then as Old Caryn,
Shoved to the front to loudly start sharing,
Her opinions and thoughts about the commotion,
She blathered and shrilled with tremendous emotion -

“These lines on your paper are rather quite dull,
This shaded in area is not shaded in full,
And here you chose purple when it should have been blue,
Surely this painting is awful, it’s true,
Why bother to show it, I’m sure all will agree,
It could have been better,” she shouted with glee,
“Just look at this crowd, they’re just being kind,
They know that I’m sharing what’s all on their minds.”

The artist retreated, with a whoosh of her blinds,
Stepped back from the window and the words quite unkind,
There in the dark, dropped her art to the floor,
When then came a tap - a tap at her door.
She tried to ignore it, she yelled “go away!”
But the tapping continued, throughout the long day.
The tapping continued into the night,
For many long hours, and gave her a fright.

Still it persisted, unceasing with fervor,
And as the sky brightened she could take it no further.
She cracked open her door and gazed out at the sight,
A line formed at her steps and in the dim morning light,
She saw that it stretched down the block, maybe more,
Most of the town, lined up at her door.
Quietly, patiently, with conviction they stood,
Hoping to have another glimpse - if they could -

Of marvelous paintings that warmed their hearts to the core,
“Please,” said the first, “we’re all here to adore,
Your wondrous creations, you’re the talk of the town,
Old Caryn is sullen and always carries a frown,
Don’t let her words ever drown out your fire,
Don’t let the bold scoffers who fail to admire,
Don’t let those so few, though loud they may be,
Ruin the artist we all came to see.”

What happened next? We’ll just have to wait,
For the future’s unwritten, it’s what we create,
If we give into anger and give up on our dreams,
If we give into hatred and life’s bitter extremes,
If we give up on hope and give up on each other,
If we tear down our sisters and tear down our brothers,
Then the future looks dark, with the blinds closely shuttered -
Be the tap at the door of a future undaunted.
This is very well written. 👏🤩

I think the most moving poetry, is that which resonates with the reader. This resonates with me, as both a player who has criticized some of the Otter's design choices and as a fan artist, whose colorful outfits might not appeal to everyone. 😳😬

Thanks for reminding us that artwork is subjective and we should try to give and take constructive criticism, in a kind and thoughtful manner. 😍❤
 
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