"orc" poems
The anvils rang and the hammers rose
To beat out bright blades of dwarvish steel
These were blades for elven kings
For soon the wars would rage
The Mordor hordes were marching
From the blacklands they would come
Bringing death and desolation
To the green and pleasant lands
But the elven hosts were marching
Alongside dwarves and men
And the eagles circled above them
Eyes searching every vale and glen
Bright were the swords of the elven kings
Tightly strung the bows
Heavy the axes and hammers of the mountain dwarves
Long and fierce the spears of men
The horse lords rode there on the flanks
And also in the van
They would be the first to fight
When the orchish hordes came into sight
Orc riders the target for their spears
Wargs the targets for their swords
To buy the times for the elven kings
To form their battle lines
Feb 7, 2015
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
*i hate to break it to you kid,
i'm not mindful of narcissus'
economics that's all oh so very modern...*
but women are their own orbit,
more chance to find a single mother
than a single father...
it's against nature to make the man
without god,
as it's against nature to make the woman
with god...
thus we have the tectonic plates
making man with god, accepting
or doubting, church or laboratory...
and woman... an eroticism of jaw eaten
faces... but a kiss to be a fingerprint
likened to erasing the dangling of the bitten
jaw... erased only once by the aphrodisiac of sirens'
wail of aquatic opera so damnable that only
one man heard it, while others scolded
being in audience with beeswax...
and by second chance, erased, indeed,
but only by the suffragettes as the new nuns...
as the new nuns dare comply to change,
like every male become female and
vice versa,
and the popes disclose their continual
loss of matrimony in their misogynistic
involvement in ****** if i'm not the pope
and do no encounter such practices,
i'm not a pope at all!
*only a ninth spoke as the necromancer,
and of the nine spoke clearest,
as it spoke, it dawned on me
that sauron was invisible for the sword
to strike, a gravity enveloping,
a gravity envelope, rather than a skin
of infinite diadem sharpenings,
for nine rigs unto men,
seven unto dwarfs, three unto elves,
but none unto the orcs... strange....
ORC ARKHAN MORDOR ARRAC!*
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC
Two years of laughter and smiles
Two years of being worth the while
Of course for David it could feel like its been two years
Worth of Lucy's tears
You are my greatest friend
My love from the beginning right to the end
Battles fiercer than those of helms deep
But love that forever is ours to keep
And although when I'm angry I may look (and act) like an Orc
I do still love you more than a lot
In truth I'm more of a hobbit
Loving and loyal
(Not so much small)
Entirely devoted
To my David and my David alone
For you are my precious
My love, my only one.
No one can have you (not even Sauron!)
I'd like to see him and his ring wraiths
Face me and my one woman fury
Two years today we started a journey
And still today we are forever learning
That you hate mushrooms and sugared tea
90210, gossip girl, and feet!
But I love you and you love me
And may this journeys end never be
For I love you more now than two years before
And I know for sure that, this love will grow
14/6/11 until the end of time
I love you baby that's just how it is
There and back again
A love tale
By David and Lucy
So do me favour and keep on laughing
Otherwise you've wasted 720 days of minecrafting!
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 10:50 AM UTC
Elven prince
Tender of trees
Molder of leaf-covered mansions,
And brother to the green and growing;
Older than Dwarves,
Older than Men,
And Hobbits,
Younger than Ents,
Eternally young,
Fading slowly
To the West....
Truer heart
Never surged,
Inscrutable,
Unfathomable,
Anchored in Old Codes,
Time out of human mind,
Hidden motives
Sometimes revealed,
Sometimes blind....
Worthy of fearful trust.
Friend to true-hearted
Hobbits,
Men,
Dwarves,
Eagles,
White wizards,
Hunter of Nazgul,
Blade-armorer.
Warg Enemy,
Orc Killer,
Spider Foe,
Sauron Hater,
Murdering Mordor....
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
She comes with a body. Lithe, plain.
Two things Warchief said no, don't chew.
Don't disgrace the Orc way.
If you transgress it better be just to
rip off her arms. You're in my palm.
(I'm in whose palm?)
He comes with a presence. Foreign.
Alien of the Karwa Wastes.
Don't you pass this chance on.
You recognize, don't you, when
better comes along? You're in my palm.
(I'm in whose palm?)
Douse the candles in the war hall
for me my lines arrested caught
in the splinters of dry throat
won't reach the thunderous cry
you repress, to release me.
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
I would like to say
That well, I'm bored
Really I should be quite gay
Heck I'm playing as a Nord!
Thing with this game is its quite large
You can swing a sword or fry an Orc
You can hop a barge to places unknown (Solstheim)
Only to fight a bunch of cultists. (Didn't rhyme but I got some serious beef with those guys)
So by now you should know what I'm playing
What else could it be but the best game around
If you don't you should be praying
Because its Skyrim you friggin hound!
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC
Once I bore unkempt hair,
a crown over a wondering visage.
Twas a time of smaller age,
when a had nary a care.
I was staff-bearing and sword-wielding,
princess from times of yore
and keeper of lost lore.
But my spirit could go only so long unyielding.
For there was a mask-wearing weaver
of a garish smile
who in his guile,
had made others a believer--
Of his wicked web of rampant lies.
This wretched thief of naivete
Left not a shade of perspective grey--
but black, without reprise.
What cruel beast of human shape
was cast down upon me?
And why could others not see
but merely question with mouths agape--
At the sins of which he reveled
merely for his stature?
Yet if done after
surely they would have been compelled--
To hear my pleas
and punish his evil hand!
And then at last I might command
my woe from drowning me like all the seas.
Alas, twas not
as I would hope, you see
for fate was most unkind to me
though of wrong-doing I had naught.
"But why?" I asked
"Princesses of yore, and wielders of old lore
they know happiness for ever more."
To that end I had been masked--
From the truth before my weeping eyes
that evil always has its say
even on the brightest day,
for peace is the keenest of lies.
Like he, the villains tall and small,
from fiercest orc to goblin whelp,
will always find fate's loyal help
while heroes are left to fall.
That is how it plays on the world's stage
I have learned and learned it well
that where white snow falls, somewhere else burns a hell.
And yet, perhaps this way is not a cage--
To conquer all of worldly ways,
For in my time--made wise--
I have come to see with my heart's eyes
one for whom this pattern sways.
He is a hero brave and strong
no prince and no knight
no dragon does he fight,
yet for him could be written king-worthy song.
So perhaps, the wicked do not always prevail,
not every time at least--but most--
and get their bitter dose
of a taste of what it is to fail.
Jan 12, 2012
Jan 12, 2012 at 4:17 PM UTC
Old Orc, happened upon during my travels
Your story saddens me, you claim it is not so
You told me your time has come
Lying in wait for an honorable death
Too old to marry, too old for battle
Your life had been fulfilled, so death you sought
Malacath requested you stand upon this road
And the honorable death you seek shall be found
I then appeared to be the form you were seeking
For what better death than at the hands of a warrior
Skill in battle proven, for you fought well Old Orc
I pay my respects as I lie you down to rest
Scattering Blue Mountain Flowers about your chest
Find peace Old Orc, knowing you died a Warrior's Death
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 9:33 PM UTC
orb-castle
of a thousand purple mountains
waiting mellowly
to be cracked open
by the orc siege of eager witches
rock collectors
little kids
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
**** the ringwraiths, dwarves, and all the men
**** rangers, trolls, and the wretch of Saruman
To hell with goblins, dragons, and barrow wrights
To hell with balrogs, and the ever evil sprites
****** all the spiders, wargs, and Ents
Slaughter all the Rohirrim, sleeping in their tents
Death to all the elves, hobbits, and kings
Death to everyone, and death to everything
Sauron's will departed, smashed upon the battlefield
Unable now to navigate, and nothing left to feel
My anger and hatred dry, as spitting out the desert dust
No reason and no why, spent, the last of my blood lust
My axe and shield are heavy now, as I roam the empty plain
No idea, of when or how, my war became in vain
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 8:49 AM UTC
Grind you up into portions.
Serve you up to the horde.
What was
temporarily
yours,
will feed
the meat
of
the future seed.
Sure enough
the scene
before the
excited mind,
the silent mouth,
shall
seemingly go
completely
unnoticed
til the matter mounts.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
You look to your lives like they're the focus
You're the feature presentation in your world- the theater
The center ring of a circus, sanguine and self-assured
You're the protagonist. Those who oppose you? The villain
The potted plant on your desk applauds
The universe smirks.
In its haughty eyes
You mean less than the grit in the corner of your eyes when you wake
You're the boy sweeping up after the movie
The freak show near the back fence
A background character without a name while the story plows on
One orc at Helm's Deep, felled and forgotten
No jokes, looks, or bricks to build your character with, your voice echoes Alone
Don't even hope for one line out of pity
The author has no need of you
On the stage?
You're a prop.
Stop pretending like only you matter, maybe things will change
The world does not crane its neck
For a view of your hallowed life
God forbid
You find everyone as valuable as you see yourself
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
Advancing the soul,
metaphysical orc, promote
original thinking,
experience all, I need sleep.
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 3:37 AM UTC
Through the fragile looking glass,
Sealed edges, air tight?
Watching dragons as they pass.
Envisaging witches,
Stuck behind glass.
They're standing round copper tone cauldrons
All full up with steam.
The noise is peculiar.
The roaring of dragons too close at hand.
The cauldrons bubble.
The witches whisper.
The dragons wail.
The dragon upon his back sports a sail.
Tries to break through the glass with his mightiest tail.
The dragon had made it
Fantasy left behind the mirrors border.
Accompanied by forward marching bearded dwarves and folk of elven kind.
Pursued by orcs with knives and forks.
With disgusting faces.
And empty bellies.
The dragons, they turned, with sulphurous breath, chased away orcs with one mighty blast.
Back through the mirror the ugly orcs fled.
Straight into the witches cauldron.
Not dead.
The potions the witches were brewing, today ,contained ingredients to chase scary away
Ugly creatures, converted,beautiful.
The rest of the *** contents made into soup.
Making ugly creatures lovely.
Ever seen a pretty Orc?
You'll know where he's been if you ever do!
(c)Livvi
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
Lullabies does to eyes
What goodnight kisses
Does to kids.
I've hidden many things
in this lifetime,
take it from someone
who's hidden courage
On a bookshelf
saying that books help
the weak like
an elf and a dwarf
because those who wander
are not always lost
but those who are lost
tend to sit and wonder;
as to how I've come to
hidden courage on a bookshelf
and those books didn't help
because i've hidden courage
from myself.
I read my nights away
Afraid to truly say
What sits on my mind;
Accompanied by those
Deemed unkind,
because an orc's kiss
will always be sweeter
than the thought
of escaped lips
kissing on the cheeks
of someone else.
Take it from someone
who's hidden courage
On a bookshelf...
sometimes books don't help;
sometimes they do to eyes
what goodnight kisses
does to kids.
Sometimes things weren't
Meant to be kept hidden...
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 2:12 AM UTC
and how does one,
become an orc...
from being labelled
a troll,
when...
not buying
a **** of
butter, a pint of milk,
a dozen's shack
of carrots,
a dozen of eggs...
and three irish ciders
in a supermarket?
oh... right...
fuck's sake!
wake up!
own a pet tarantula
you *******
*****
cats are so
autistic,
and 20th century!
and women friendly!
blaaaaaaaah!
and then...
"funny"...
suddenly died;
me?
oh i was waiting
for that to happen,
hence my clinginess
attitude...
i kept telling them:
i'm about to revise
the blank page
i'm about to revise
the blank page
i'm about to revise
the blank page...
they listen?
nope...
orc bypassed
the troll,
bypassing the goblin...
and...
oh ****
no hey, but hey presto!
i'm not even trying...
i hate trying...
trying is...
trying...
when it arrives
from an authenticity
of, competent
reactionary...
something, or other...
yeah...
i'm really gagging
for the marching orders...
a dog barking in
the night tells me:
crock-shit...
why would
i decide to understand
dog barking...
as, being...
more informative
to... whatever spew
is about to arrive from
the attention seeking
******
the dog is barking again...
i'll put my faith
in that...
i've lost any ability
to trust my fellow man...
sorry...
no...
no: is the new now...
can't do it...
let's revise...
keep up with the graffiti...
there are...
internet trolls...
which are...
the extended...
interaction with
internet goblins...
me? oh... sure sure,
internet identity politics...
moi?
internet orc...
what's that?
dunno...
a casual variant of
the sort of societal
formality,
without any uninhibited
& depersonalized
internet interaction
to mimic societal
standards?
i made a spelling mistake!
**** i know i 'ave!
obviously the meme:
internet orc would
prevail over the already
exhausted
cultural spew /
slur...
designating a troll...
an internet orc...
is a new breed...
die edelbarbar...
far from superior...
i just, "forgot"
to leave any comments.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 8:44 PM UTC
Armor and mud
Sword shield and blood
Drum beats and fire,
March on the Shire.
Fiddle and Fife,
Spittle and knife.
The piglet squeals,
Fat crackles and peels.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
there's an inherent dread
for small keyboards -
namely moving to a size
lenovo -
i'm quiet beyond staring
at a keyboard as i type,
i'm usually a chopin freak
when looking at a screen,
compared to my local doctor
crow pecking index-index
letter-by-letter ******** -
the problem?
the problem with a small keyboard?
the A & S keys,
and the interaction between the
pinky & ring finger of the left hand...
that **** is a ******* minefield...
no, a smaller laptop does not
help, i have fingers the size
of an orc -
every time i tap
the A button i, by "accident"
tap the S button...
yes, nice nice,
optimise the free space with
bonsai equipment -
make them for little people,
fuck's sake!
i'm 6ft1, 115kg,
(don't know why i cite height
in imperial, and the weight in french) -
my hands can clasp a basketball
with one by each hand...
**** A & S is annoyingly tickling
my ring / pinky reflex to type...
i know that the chinese
love to say: small is beautiful...
not with these lumberjack hands...
its not pretty, it's imitation dyslexia!
**** small, give me what's correlative,
nay, just **** proportionate!
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 8:55 PM UTC