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[plodder]

\GOT SENSE?/
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Phonetical nonsense in response to an inner conflict propped up by a rope......

Conflicting treasures rubbing like thumb an worry stone creating friction and heat.

PPC's salvo after salvo and no coolshot relief, so is this brain of pathetic poetry, anti-phonetic grammar resistant pleas, not necessarily pleased or a particular thought properly seized. Just like your Timber..... just a lot O'cheez...?>>> dang,"I'm Down"

[plodder]

Weakness is the strength I cling to, forcing me to battle against the odds, creating the opportunity to publicly refute the coward I know myself to be....

[plodder]

COINCIDENCE?

Without visionary sight the unseen glean the pool of requited love for any dregs left behind the times that were spent in rented repentance of thoughts less caught than seamed, more taught then dreamed, without desire yet redeemed.

Stitched with a rope of sterling thread the truth bends little yet still can flex to the need of meeting the depths of shallow wading in the mind of the deep thoughts. "Fear" holds what is not against what could/would, shouldn't or can be, but only if coincidence is conceding it never planned.

Edited by plodder, 09 May 2016 - 10:54 AM.

[plodder]

Benedictine actions left without the deed yet still holds intent.

The battlefield holds still as do the ravenous swine hold sway for its brethren at feeding time.

With or without malice the Warrior refrains from firing at his sworn enemy, holding his own counsel as he holds a devastating blow.

Devastation held close and snug, knowing to give release would have immediate and lingering satisfactions.. Yet held.
The hated comrade strikes, striving to inflict damage to the sworn enemy, their sworn enemy.

Striving turns to riven, the foe gaining victory by rolling deflections and purposeful strikes.
Others battle in the organized chaos of the field of combat.

The despised comrade falls in death in this field, among the swine and the heroes.

Time ticks a slow churning tick of portentous motion as the Devastation is released upon the sworn enemy, the unknowing ally.
Duel Gauss and twin Large Pulse at 600 meters burn then crush armor, striking again the devastator is sighted and once more the Devastation strikes and takes.

Treachery knows the limits and uses it to advantage, hoping while destroying hopes that it will never be their turn.

Welcome to the Leader Board.

another B.S. plodduction

Edited by plodder, 13 October 2016 - 06:18 PM.

[plodder]

Lasers melt my Mech,

Ballistics retaliate,

Kodiaks B.O.P.

Edited by plodder, 23 December 2016 - 10:26 AM.

[Brenden]

I go away for two years
I expect nothings the same,
All teams hide behind stuff
So I guess that's still the same.

My mech is blue
My lasers are red,
Where did the Clans come from?
Ohp, I'm dead.

[plodder]

Fear drives the willing...

Feed the fires or quench thy fears...

Strength in Weakness...

Edited by plodder, 23 December 2016 - 10:10 AM.

[plodder]

VOIDABLE

Voids create spikes...

Strike now as abyss widens...

Gauss where is thy sting...

Edited by plodder, 23 December 2016 - 10:22 AM.

[plodder]

Lrm's are like thumbs... For me not a primary weapon, but help the job get done...
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For others, Still like thumbs, their primary weapon....

Edited by plodder, 26 December 2016 - 06:11 PM.

[Hawk819]

Stand, or Fall


I am
small
ruggedly tough.

I stand
while walking
forward against the rough.

They taunt,
point, and then laugh,
telling me: "You're not good enough!"

I am
a woman;
a free spirit.

I will take their
words, actions,
and then on rebuff

Show them
my measure
from the inside, rather then out.

I will
refuse their scorn;
take their malice

And shape it
as my will,
my determination

To stand
ready; to ante up
to them, and call their bluff.

Me, and my UrbanMech
are a match for all:
either I stand, or I fall.

[Will9761]

Kuritans are red,
Steiners are blue,
I have you on lock,
So you know that you're screwed.

[plodder]

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[Brenden]

I see you over there,
Running like a noob,
I am on to you,
I'll stick to you like glue.

My SRMs you see,
Are streaking like mad,
All I need is a lock,
To be absolutely glad.

I close in and dash like a fancy little dancer,
Ignoring your friends while they curse and banter,
I focus on you my small little prey,
I squeeze my trigger and watch the missiles go,
Oh I'm so gay!

Your legs are struck,
Your knees explode outward,
You topple forward and roll,
You call me a coward.

'Nay' I say as I tip my giant hat,
Then turn around and see that Banshee's knee,
Grinning from ear to ear I say '*******'.

I jump out of there,
Right out of sight,
As the Banshee Alphas where you are,
Now that I've taken flight.

You explode in a rage,
Its of Stackpole's design,
As I fly out of sight I say,
'Better luck next time!'

[Thom Frankfurt]

Haiku, yo. Ahem. *Strikes dramatic pose*

Insomnia strike
The old man types jittery
I love this hobby

[plodder]

Light Mech where art thou?

Be thou in my reticle

Flowers crushed........perfumed

Edited by plodder, 30 March 2019 - 07:22 PM.

[plodder]

Poetry Thread is naught but dead, or left idle by those that know better. For a poem or wit shared is more than less paired or lessening cared if not shared. Better with moronic tendency than not shared at all....

Atoll raises high

The hope of a heart is strong

Speak your wishes true.


Dead is the warrior that flees what is feared.

The tears flow freely from the warriors lover.

"Do not leave me, stay with me forever."

Forever must be held for another day, another time. Your cries torture me in a way the enemy cannot.
You knew me as I was. You loved me for who I am.
Do not despise me for what I must do.

I must leave, that others do not destroy our land, our home, and even our love.

Who am I?
I am yours, but I am alone when i leave you here.

Pray for my life, pray for my soul, and pray for the return i must ensure.

For my love for you is as the flame for fuel, burning all that is near or gets within the flame's reach.

My desire will crush those that stand between us.

My longing shat make dust the rivers of hatred the enemies flow against me. I will not say that I love thee, for thou knowest.

I will prove my love by coming back.

I shall not allow death to come to me as I shall breathe thy love with every breath. My eyes will see your eyes filled with the hope of my coming.

Say not," leave not," say "I wait with open heart and arms the day you shall return.

Go strongly and know you are loved. "

Edited by plodder, 18 September 2019 - 08:07 PM.

[plodder]

Mechs are painted sometimes red.
MechWarriors defeated.are blue.
I will paint my mech red then beat the snot out of you..

Edited by plodder, 30 January 2022 - 09:08 PM.