Lord Panther Posted July 12, 2005 Report Share Posted July 12, 2005 Now dry once more, Panther walks through the portal from the beach to the darkness of the campfire ring. In tow, he has brought with him more roasting sticks a folding chair and a small table. Setting up the table outside the ring and sitting down on the chair, Panther pulls out a piece of card and a felt pen and begins to write. Seconds later, he's posting his newly made sign that reads: Make yourself something to roast on the fire! Sitting back in his chair, enjoying the darkness and the fire, Panther waits for people to pour in... (OOC: The goal of this activity is that each word has to start with the last letter of the previous word, as well as the last letter of the poem has to be the same as the first letter. The theme is food for this one! Each poem has to refer to food one way or another, but other than that, there are no rule for structure, meter, rhyme or rythm. 10 geld for each poem, and you can bring as much food as you would like to roast over the campfire.) Example: (produced cooperatively by myself and Sweetcherrie) Ya awesome evil leaves, stalk kings savagely yearn nevermore. Endless songs sang. Godlike equivalence, everlasting grace. Even now winter radiates solemn nothingness. Spreads sorrow while eaten, nevertheless satisfaction. Naught tastes so original, like evangelic celery. **Thank you to Sweetcherrie for having me start this event** Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sweetcherrie Posted July 12, 2005 Report Share Posted July 12, 2005 Sweetcherrie looks at the fire and at the food in her hands, shakes her head, and eats them without roasting.... endless sugar-red dawn now winter runs, summer renders strawberries; sweet, tender, reddish heaven nigh holy yearnings submitting godliness shine Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tanuchan Posted July 12, 2005 Report Share Posted July 12, 2005 Tanny smiles, obseriving the food. From somewhere in her mind, verses come: Mulled delicacy, yellowish honey, yummy yet tasteless shimmering gold. Dill, lemon, nutmeg, garlic... cooks sprinkling golden necessities. Steamed dandelions, sprouts, spinach... home-made effort tempting gents. Served, done - envisioned dream. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gwaihir Posted July 12, 2005 Report Share Posted July 12, 2005 Hungry yearnings Fresh happy yielding grapes Bagels like enormous sandwiches Cream-cheese entices Cookies saved Stuck, kowtwow work not yet time Hypoglycemic cravings LUNCH Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black9 Posted July 14, 2005 Report Share Posted July 14, 2005 Foreign Seafood ------------------------ Everlasting goings sing gangs so orient, tieing good defaultings so ornate ending gormets. Seafood domineering going gallery, yearns so open nearing go openly you'll live. (that was harder then I thought) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lord Panther Posted July 14, 2005 Author Report Share Posted July 14, 2005 Quite happy with the foods presented so far, Panther leans back in his chair and awaits more to come accept the sausage challenge... (OOC: great work, all of you, much better than I can produce! ) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tanuchan Posted July 28, 2005 Report Share Posted July 28, 2005 (edited) Childhood ------------ Raspberries, sweet treat. Tempting good days, so old, dead, done! Early yearning: growing great turnips, steaming green nuts, spicing goose. Envied dinners... special lentils soup, potatoes salted, dates stolen - never roughly. Yet, tuna and duck kebabs seemed dear... ~~~~~~~ Edit: title and formatting Edited July 28, 2005 by Tanuchan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wyvern Posted July 31, 2005 Report Share Posted July 31, 2005 Eating celery in heat the Panther raises paw, wasn't watching scaly feet that guided greedy claw. Working hand raises fruit to eat a dripping red. Doesn't make it to the mouth, hits scaly claw instead. Dreading rain of limbs she drops all fruit and green. Nutmeg she defends still loses golden sheen. No grapes remain, no bagels left, the cookies disappear. Rear-end reveals a scaly tail, leaves little for Gwaihir. Foreign seafood, special treat, the vampire sits to lunch. He jumps up when the scaly claws scoop fishes by the bunch. Raspberries and steaming nuts, soup of lentils, goose and duck. Kept and guarded, stolen still, lucky lizard laughs in yucks. Wyvern turns to angered shouts, still winks a beady eye. Enters foods into a pot: the latest Quincunx pie! ;-) Edit: to correct a few faults in the required scheme. (letter scheme, other schemes don't apply) ;-) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tanuchan Posted July 31, 2005 Report Share Posted July 31, 2005 lol That's great, Wyvern! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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