Song/Poem Contest

[W0NWILL]

Try to top the poem that the person above you composed, or give your verdict.

Redwall Feast Song
Welcome to the feast,
There's soup, and pudding, and bread,
Nothing will ever be the least,
In the abbey of red.
There's cordial, wines, and ales,
You won't leave underfed.
On the floor, thump your tails
In the abbey of red.
Watch that hare,
Or you won't get fed.
This sort of food is rare,
In the abbey of red.
Come in the door,
The friar has led,
His helpers out for more,
In the abbey of red.
Eat what you like,
There's more, don't go to bed
Come in, you on a hike,
In the abbey of red.
The otters sup some shrimp soup,
While with scones the dibbuns fled,
The moles, their pie they scoop,
In the abbey of red.
You will always be welcome,
Are you all fed,
Beasts are seldom.
In the abbey of red.
Redwall Abbey bids you good day,
Here's some more, for while you tread.
Or would you like to stay?
In the abbey of red.

[MatthiasMan]

Ohoho! Is it now? Guess I'll pull out some old poems I have on here.

Ballad Of Brockhall

Once a place named Brockhall,
Filled with Badger Lords,
Welcomed woodlanders all,
But ruled a bally horde.

But one day twas abandoned,
An' nothing left to forget
Cobwebs over hanged,
Or held a big sticky net.

Chairs and tables eroding,
Back into the soft Earth,
Silverware now rusting,
A dusty, old, black hearth.

Tis abandoned now,
Only Salamandastron,
Badgers and hares alike,
West to the sea they've gone.

Warriors to the core,
Fighters they can be,
But none remember Brockhall,
It's location a mystery.


Burlin Greem

A mole named Burlin Greem,
The Foremole, had a team,
He'd dig all night, Cause it felt right,
To dig to home he deems.

His team at Redwall Abbey,
Their claws were less then flabby,
They're clumsy and weak, They'd break a beak,
But they could be very naggy.

So Foremole helped them out,
A burly otter work out,
Lifting weights, Shifting plates,
Pain that'd make you pout.

But Foremole's team was strong,
A guess by the Abbot wrong,
That they would fail, Not prevail,
And they pulled through singing this song.

Now don't forget Burlin Greem,
Because he had a dream,
To change the moles, He set their goals,
To become the best mole team.


"By Myself"
(As inspired by Eloise Greenfield)


When I'm alone,
I close my eyes,
I go to my place,
Of paradise.
I am a paintbrush in an artist's pallet,
I am a needle I use to knit,
I am a beaches grain of sand,
I am a sweet candy lollipop,
I am a trumpet in the army band,
I am a yellow lemon drop,
I am a bird that doesn't like heights,
I am a cat roaming the nights,
I am a cactus in the desert by myself,
I am a little Santa's elf,
I am a cheetah running across a plain,
I am a toothbrush brushing away,
I am an otter in a dam,
I am a Redwaller,
When I open my eyes and the alarm clock rings,
I know to myself I am all these wonderful things.

Top THIS Dannflor! Good luck.

[Rainshadow]

  Roses are red
  And violets, they're blue
  Rainshadow is awesome
  Doo-de-doo-de-doo

  Top that!

[W0NWILL]

Easily,

For the stars you climb
You left us for the soil
None can escape the paws of time
We thank you for all your hard work and toil,
You will live on in the memory of everybeast
We will remember your time
And now that your life has ceased
A bell for you will chime

[Rainshadow]

  Swift are the winds
  And swift are the tides
  For all or for one
  They shall provide

  A sailor's ditty that I made a while ago.

[W0NWILL]

Decant, but how about this?

You have not left,
in memories you will live.
We will not bereft,
There was so much you had to give.
You will come again,
Noonvale will wait.
Walk the spirit trail,
We won't forget,
Your loved will prevail,
Do not fret.
You will come again,
Noonvale will wait.
Now go to sunny hills,
And quiet streams.
Where the air stills,
Living forever in dreams.
You will come again,
For your home is here.

[MatthiasMan]

I don't get it. Did someone die? I can't write this second. My DS is low on battery and we are cleaning our house.

[Rainshadow]

  The Sword

  A sword of great power
 A sword of great strength
 A sword beautiful as a flower
 A sword of great length

[Redwallfan7]

That's good

[Rainshadow]

  Glasses

 Try out these fancy glasses,
 Try them they're nice and clean.
 Try out these fancy glasses,
 And you'll look like a queen!

[Redwallfan7]

Lol

[MatthiasMan]

K! I'm back! Nice poems Dannflor. I like the sword one. Very pretty, except for the last line. Why not A sword of great length, instead of and it's of great length?

Runaway

I must runaway,
I can't stand it much longer,
I must leave this place. . .

Sword

My sword, a great blade,
Not used for evil or good,
Stainless, Keen, Sharp, Death.

In these two haiku's I'm trying to reach down into someone's heart and really put emotion in it.

[Rainshadow]

  Little Kitty (Obviously)

  Little kitty,
 Little kitty,
 Nice and sweet!
 Little kitty,
 Little kitty,
 Here's something to eat!

 I can make up short little poems on the spot, but they turn out kinda random lol.

[Redwallfan7]

I can see that! Lol 

here's an otter one:

The Redwall otters are brave beasts,
They like hotroot soup for their favorite treat
With their javelins they put up quite a feat
If I was on otter, that would be neat
Skipper, Deyna, and Mhera, to name a few,
There are great otters through and through

(I made it up on the spot)

[Rainshadow]

  Battle Cry

 Beasts of all species
 Whoever you are
 Today it don't matter
 You still will go far!

 Now fight for your friends
 And fight for your kin.
 Kindle that fire
 That burns from within!

 REDWAAAAAALLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!