The Sonnet Challenge

[Sibling DavidH]

OMFSM, I didn't know there was such a rule.  I'm going to have to redo mine.

[pieces o nine]

Rules! We have no rules!
We don't need no stinking rules
In sonnet challenge!

[Swatopluk]

(Almost) any sonnet is better than no sonnet

[pieces o nine]

A poster was writing a sonnet
and said to the board, "I am on it!"
But he needed more time
to make his thoughts rhyme
because he just wasn't pulling anything usable from his chapeau.

[Swatopluk]

Here's Frog Prince Part 2

I can't defy my father's iron will
That to this thing my promise I must keep
A wretched amphib that gives me the creeps
That I'd prefer to bed not but to kill

A bridegroom longlegged, green; it's simply ill
For him/it to be the one to taint my sheet
What strange frog human hybrid will I breed?
Is there a pond the cradle then to fill?

Now here he comes my body to debase
He pounds the door, I have to let him in
Expose my virgin flesh to lurid gaze

To near with lust the daughter of a king!
Against the wall I'll smash your hideous face
You'll not arise of triumph proud to sing!

Words for the next one: coach, break, band, long

[Sibling DavidH]

   Nice one, Swato!

[Swatopluk]

Thanks! Will someone do the third part?

[Swatopluk]

"Hey, princess! Drop your gown, here comes your mate!"
"You slimy perv, I'll wipe your smile away
Of us two one won't see another day
Won't take me long your ego to deflate!"

She took him up, her eyes disgusted hate
"Your mangled corpse be stork's and heron's prey
Goodbye, my love, hope you enjoyed your stay
Now bones will break. Why did you tempt your fate?"

She threw, he flew, banged wall but what did land
Was not the shameless green one from the lake
And without fuss they 'joined in married band'

"The coach is ready", Iron Heinrich spake
"My heart's cage* bursts to have/see you back, my friend!
Ex-frog, Ex-virgin, where shall I thee take?"

*In the fairy tale Iron Heinrich put iron bands around his heart to keep it from breaking because of the fate of his master. When the prince got restored to his human self, those bands burst with loud bangs.

New words : fair, basket, uphold, keen

[Swatopluk]

Again one off the challenge track

Great Old One

He lies alone where humans never tread
And by the world has almost been forgot
No spire, temple, gravestone marks the spot
Where for strange eons he laid down his head

But still his name should fill your soul with dread
He's not alive and simple sleep it's not
But those like him, their bodies do not rot
And though he lies, he's nonetheless not dead

He will return when stars once more are right
The seal will break that shielded his dark lair
And up again he'll rise up to the light

He is a sight no human eye/mind can bear
No hero lives that ancient Thing to fight
Forlorn is hope, eternal just/but despair

[Sibling DavidH]

OK, Swato, if we can skip the compulsory words I can balance the record concerning the rather feeble Cthulhu:

Sonnet upon contemplating an overrated squid

Cthulhu's a silly, wimpish little beast;
He's just a baby octopus inside -
But not entirely useless, for at least
He'd make nice calamari rings if fried.
The Aardelope's the one you have to fear:
Born of fell Antelope and Aardvaark dire.
Fearful his presence and his sheer
Untrammeled rage. Slaughter is his desire.

I know of other fearsome, monstrous things
On Fooplegloop, on Grondheim and on Earth:
The Whooples' bane, the dreaded spaceborne Ngs,
Androids the wicked Zogtroon brought to birth,
His mutant parrots with their razor wings...
Cthulhu is just the butt for scorn and mirth.

[pieces o nine]

both efforts:   

[Swatopluk]

Nyarlathotep
(You may switch the order of the quatrains and tercets resp. on this one)

Egyptian clothing is his fav'rite guise
Although in thousand masks he may appear
His mere suspected presence you should fear
For he is working on mankind's demise

He is a god that even gods despise
Behind a noble mask he hides his sneer
So take to flight whenever he draws near
On those who trust, he'll spring a mean surprise

'The Crawling Chaos' is his rightful name
Of Azathoth the messenger is he
And in him burns the most unholy flame

Is he the king who lives in infamy
In yellow robes, the city's ancient bane?
And in what shape will he soon come to/for thee?


Azathoth

Out there it stands carved not of earthly stone
In regions that no sane soul seeks to find
Where space and time have long been left behind
Out in the Void erected is a throne

On it sits one of flesh not nor of bone
The Demon Sultan, Azathoth the blind
The idiot god, all-ruling without mind
The navel of the world is he alone

'How can he rule?', he who knows nothing asks
His messenger is Crawling Chaos called
Nyarlathotep fulfills his master's tasks

Around the throne a mad dance does unfold
Their faces covered with most hideous masks
Two flutists move, an unseen drum is rolled

[Sibling DavidH]

That's really good stuff, Swato.  They really are impressive.
I'm just a bit disappointed - I had expected you to come back with something ridiculing my beloved Aardelopes. 

[Swatopluk]

There are kinds of perversions that do not lend themselves easily to sonnetization.
Thinking more about a love poem to a Deep One girl.

Btw, I just logged in at TOP under an old alias. Several thousand of my old posts have withered away including it seems all of the lore.
Another reason to stay away from there.

[Swatopluk]

To my beloved Deep One girl

It's lovely how the air goes through your gills
That slurping sound each time you start to croak
Just like a toad that uncouth hands do choke
What wondrous sense of sickness it instills

Oh how your fishy smell my nostrils fills
Emitted from the slime, your skin's pale cloak
Does nausea like pyridine evoke
Like fest'ring boils and other putrid ills

Oh Deepie, do embrace me here and now
And let us join my dry and your webbed hand
It's time to take the third and final vow

Oh how I wish to see, alas, I can't
The Deep One cities, for they lie below
At least our child shall see the promised land