Community Event / Creation The Elite Poetry Thread
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I wish I was English like my hero Tj.
Minti2
Deadly, But very fluffy...
Pawn crackers!
There were a bunch of crazy commanders on the ED forums
Who in November decided to grow moustaches and gathered in a quorum
Shapes and sizes there were many
But funnily enough by no one called Jenny!
Some styling Handlebar moustaches amongst the stars
And ending up strutting their stuff looking like seventies pirate pawn superstars!
Others attached to lovingly fluffy ginger chins
Crying saying goodbye, as their beards went to the bins!
But all were happy as they raised a lot of dosh
So off they went to The Thargoid space bar, where Michael said quietly “all the drinks are on Josh!”
not the best but fun trying
There were a bunch of crazy commanders on the ED forums
Who in November decided to grow moustaches and gathered in a quorum
Shapes and sizes there were many
But funnily enough by no one called Jenny!
Some styling Handlebar moustaches amongst the stars
And ending up strutting their stuff looking like seventies pirate pawn superstars!
Others attached to lovingly fluffy ginger chins
Crying saying goodbye, as their beards went to the bins!
But all were happy as they raised a lot of dosh
So off they went to The Thargoid space bar, where Michael said quietly “all the drinks are on Josh!”
not the best but fun trying
I have never seen such beuty
In so much emtines
So many flares
In dusted space
I locked my cabin
To keep all my thoughts
Safe from everyone
they was to big
For my little ship
And for the sensor of mine
Im traveling in time
To find a star
Thats written
Inside my skall.
Locking to some new
Flare above
Hoping it bring
My lonly call
In silence I fear
The space to great
To keep my cabin safe
From thoughts I hate
My trusted droid and I
Will meet any doom
My little droid and me
In this little room
There is a point
To travel far
There is i point
In a trusted star
Even do I have to look
Inside my head
Oh great spaces
You calm my heart
Oh great flares
You bring me peace
Again I will open my door
To a world
New and afar
I will eat spices again
And drink a smile
And I will see flares again
In friendly eyes
And my droid and I will land
And dream
Afar
In so much emtines
So many flares
In dusted space
I locked my cabin
To keep all my thoughts
Safe from everyone
they was to big
For my little ship
And for the sensor of mine
Im traveling in time
To find a star
Thats written
Inside my skall.
Locking to some new
Flare above
Hoping it bring
My lonly call
In silence I fear
The space to great
To keep my cabin safe
From thoughts I hate
My trusted droid and I
Will meet any doom
My little droid and me
In this little room
There is a point
To travel far
There is i point
In a trusted star
Even do I have to look
Inside my head
Oh great spaces
You calm my heart
Oh great flares
You bring me peace
Again I will open my door
To a world
New and afar
I will eat spices again
And drink a smile
And I will see flares again
In friendly eyes
And my droid and I will land
And dream
Afar
Charge of the Dev’s Brigade
Half a month half a month,
Half a month onward,
All in the valley of Whinge
Rode the two dozen:
'Forward, the Dev’s Brigade!
Finish 5.1 ! he said:
Into the valley of Whinge
Rode the two dozen.
Critics to right of them,
Critics to left of them,
Critics in front of them
Volley'd & thunder'd;
Storm'd at as deadlines fell,
Boldly they coded well,
Into the jaws of Grump,
Ignoring the threads from Hell
Rode the two dozen.
When can their coding fade?
O the great update made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the game they made!
Honour the Dev’s Brigade,
Noble two dozen!
Half a month half a month,
Half a month onward,
All in the valley of Whinge
Rode the two dozen:
'Forward, the Dev’s Brigade!
Finish 5.1 ! he said:
Into the valley of Whinge
Rode the two dozen.
Critics to right of them,
Critics to left of them,
Critics in front of them
Volley'd & thunder'd;
Storm'd at as deadlines fell,
Boldly they coded well,
Into the jaws of Grump,
Ignoring the threads from Hell
Rode the two dozen.
When can their coding fade?
O the great update made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the game they made!
Honour the Dev’s Brigade,
Noble two dozen!
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Flight of the light Cobras
Half a league, half a league
Half a league onward
Surrounded by the blackness of death
flew the six cobras
'Forward, the Cobra wing!
Target the guns' he said
Into the blackness of space
flew the six Cobras
'Forward the Cobra wing!'
T'was not a Cobra without a sting
Not tho' the pilots knew
The beast whose flesh and sinew
Their adversary who couldn't die
Made sure that the pilots would fry
Theirs to fire and die
Into the blackness of death
flew the six Cobras
Cannon to the right of them
Cannon to the left of them
Cannon in front of them
Took aim and fired
Stormed at with laser and shell
Boosting while they flew and well
Into the jaws of the ship
Towards the Farragut of hell
flew the 6 Cobras
Fired their multi-cannons there
Fired while they said their prayers
Destroying the turrets there
Charging a behemoth while
All of Galnet wondered
Bathed in the laser light
Firing at the ship in spite
Admiral and ensign
Reel'd from the might
Shaken by the Cobras thunder
And then they flew back
But not the six Cobras
Cannon to the right of them
Cannon to the left of them
Cannon behind them
Took aim and fired
Stormed at with laser and shell
Whilst Cobra and Pilot fell
Those pilots who had flown so well
Came from the jaws of the ship
From the Farragut of hell
All that was left of them
left of six Cobras
When can such a mission fade?
Oh that attack they made!
All of Galnet Wondered
Honour that noble strong will
Honour the pilots now killed
Noble 6 Cobras
I hope its not too much like the original for your likings
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Awww you just beat me XD Ive been working on my poem for about an hour now!
I like the poem though
Half a league, half a league
Half a league onward
Surrounded by the blackness of death
flew the six cobras
'Forward, the Cobra wing!
Target the guns' he said
Into the blackness of space
flew the six Cobras
'Forward the Cobra wing!'
T'was not a Cobra without a sting
Not tho' the pilots knew
The beast whose flesh and sinew
Their adversary who couldn't die
Made sure that the pilots would fry
Theirs to fire and die
Into the blackness of death
flew the six Cobras
Cannon to the right of them
Cannon to the left of them
Cannon in front of them
Took aim and fired
Stormed at with laser and shell
Boosting while they flew and well
Into the jaws of the ship
Towards the Farragut of hell
flew the 6 Cobras
Fired their multi-cannons there
Fired while they said their prayers
Destroying the turrets there
Charging a behemoth while
All of Galnet wondered
Bathed in the laser light
Firing at the ship in spite
Admiral and ensign
Reel'd from the might
Shaken by the Cobras thunder
And then they flew back
But not the six Cobras
Cannon to the right of them
Cannon to the left of them
Cannon behind them
Took aim and fired
Stormed at with laser and shell
Whilst Cobra and Pilot fell
Those pilots who had flown so well
Came from the jaws of the ship
From the Farragut of hell
All that was left of them
left of six Cobras
When can such a mission fade?
Oh that attack they made!
All of Galnet Wondered
Honour that noble strong will
Honour the pilots now killed
Noble 6 Cobras
I hope its not too much like the original for your likings
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Awww you just beat me XD Ive been working on my poem for about an hour now!
I like the poem though
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Hey and ho
Here is a tale
Of lovely two
A space maden
And a man too
And how it can go
The space maden
Was a miners doughter
The space man
was no fighter
But a fight was there
And noone to spare
He came whit a rose
And said lovely things
She hit him on the nose
With a mighty swing
She went up close
With a knee in the wing
Don't you come back
Do you hear
If you aint can fight
With a big strong bear
I want a big strong man
That every one fear
Now the spacemans gone
And the miners douther
And a mighty song
About what he brouth her
Is all thats left
And the drinkers mighty sheer
Here is a tale
Of lovely two
A space maden
And a man too
And how it can go
The space maden
Was a miners doughter
The space man
was no fighter
But a fight was there
And noone to spare
He came whit a rose
And said lovely things
She hit him on the nose
With a mighty swing
She went up close
With a knee in the wing
Don't you come back
Do you hear
If you aint can fight
With a big strong bear
I want a big strong man
That every one fear
Now the spacemans gone
And the miners douther
And a mighty song
About what he brouth her
Is all thats left
And the drinkers mighty sheer
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While my engine cools
Shes a hotty, that girl of mine
To close to a flame
And shes blousing
Hot but dangerous
Asp is her name
But I call hear honey
Couse when she is aflame
There goes my money
So Im sitting and waiting
A long, long time
Untill she is cool as a bird
And say shes only mine
But a flame comes near
And there she goes
Like a moth to the light
In she moves
She has a warm tuch
The girl of mine
But her blinding rush
Makes her devine
That Asp of mine
Shes a hotty, that girl of mine
To close to a flame
And shes blousing
Hot but dangerous
Asp is her name
But I call hear honey
Couse when she is aflame
There goes my money
So Im sitting and waiting
A long, long time
Untill she is cool as a bird
And say shes only mine
But a flame comes near
And there she goes
Like a moth to the light
In she moves
She has a warm tuch
The girl of mine
But her blinding rush
Makes her devine
That Asp of mine
Hi
Im sorry if Im stepping on someones toes.
I lack social skills. I have Asperger Syndrom.
I didnt want to affend anyone. I was just having a dull moment and posted some poetry for anyone to hate or love or ignore.
Im happy with no attention at all, but please dont stop writing poetry.
Maybee I lack the ability to speak of others poetry and I just went right in and posted with no comments about who I am, but thats me, sorry.
I will write some more in my dull moments.
I am an autor in Swedish language. But I have never written a poetry book, and not in English. So I just wanted to explore writing about Elite. A game I have loved from back in the 80s.
Keep writing and Ignore my thing.
Have fun and fly safe. Or if I understand correct fly dangerous.
Im sorry if Im stepping on someones toes.
I lack social skills. I have Asperger Syndrom.
I didnt want to affend anyone. I was just having a dull moment and posted some poetry for anyone to hate or love or ignore.
Im happy with no attention at all, but please dont stop writing poetry.
Maybee I lack the ability to speak of others poetry and I just went right in and posted with no comments about who I am, but thats me, sorry.
I will write some more in my dull moments.
I am an autor in Swedish language. But I have never written a poetry book, and not in English. So I just wanted to explore writing about Elite. A game I have loved from back in the 80s.
Keep writing and Ignore my thing.
Have fun and fly safe. Or if I understand correct fly dangerous.
Meatballs and macaroni
I forgot to eat again
Not becouse I wasent hungry
But so I surley will bee
When food cartridges is the only option
You surley need to bee hungry
I buy only space buns
So you need not knife or fork
A hand is all you need
And a not so dirty towel after
I put in the cartridge in the waperiser
With the spices on the top
I see them grow and get steamy
You really need a good imagnition
To pretend that the buns
Is meatballs and macaroni
Only a little taste on top
The rest a bun of nothingness
But put on hot sauce
Drink a glass of brandy
And its almost possible
To imagine its
Meatballs and macaroni
I forgot to eat again
Not becouse I wasent hungry
But so I surley will bee
When food cartridges is the only option
You surley need to bee hungry
I buy only space buns
So you need not knife or fork
A hand is all you need
And a not so dirty towel after
I put in the cartridge in the waperiser
With the spices on the top
I see them grow and get steamy
You really need a good imagnition
To pretend that the buns
Is meatballs and macaroni
Only a little taste on top
The rest a bun of nothingness
But put on hot sauce
Drink a glass of brandy
And its almost possible
To imagine its
Meatballs and macaroni
Please dont scan my ship
My ship is santified
It messes up my artifical intestents
You are a rasist
Its against my religion
My ship did explode last time, but if you want to take the risk, just let me go off first!
My shrink dont let me becouse of my violent nature
My ship is infected with a scanner virus
I am abassador Lastran of Tierp and my ship has abassador status
You will only bee depressed if you scan me.
I know where you dock your ship
And you can win a timeshare compartment on Pluto. I hear its lovely this time a year
And I make you famous. I have contacts.
I want you to live a long and happy life
I wasent really going this way
It wasent me who loaded my ship
You have a lovely smile and I can give you a very good time
Whats your account number?
Its my birthday today
Its my 10000 spotless inspection
Im in a hurry to my wedding
This is a trans- dillusinal nightmare that only will end if you let me in right now
I am really your fathers granfather returning from past time. And Im here to save your life.
My ship is santified
It messes up my artifical intestents
You are a rasist
Its against my religion
My ship did explode last time, but if you want to take the risk, just let me go off first!
My shrink dont let me becouse of my violent nature
My ship is infected with a scanner virus
I am abassador Lastran of Tierp and my ship has abassador status
You will only bee depressed if you scan me.
I know where you dock your ship
And you can win a timeshare compartment on Pluto. I hear its lovely this time a year
And I make you famous. I have contacts.
I want you to live a long and happy life
I wasent really going this way
It wasent me who loaded my ship
You have a lovely smile and I can give you a very good time
Whats your account number?
Its my birthday today
Its my 10000 spotless inspection
Im in a hurry to my wedding
This is a trans- dillusinal nightmare that only will end if you let me in right now
I am really your fathers granfather returning from past time. And Im here to save your life.
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With serpant fangs that spit of fire,a hauler succumbs to awsome power.Can I play Moderator?
Im gonna play moderator
Over here please:https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=7624
A glimps of darkend crome is seen, by pray before canopy screen.
eject eject is heard before,that deathly shape let's out its roar
composite glistning in the sun,this cobras day has just begun.
Cargo spews across night sky the cobras will to do or die.
scooped within from under belly,all done within from watching telly
Engines now wine under the sun,as cobra drinks it's fill till done.
now cloud is left upon its wake,carrying all it dared to take.
Frame shift drive now at full sting, venoms cannons drawn within,
it drops before stations orbit, going cold so sec ingnore it.
with belly stuffed full of gold deep inside its cargo hold.
It now lines up to nail the gap, just like before when it attacked
Docking request now accsepted security dumbfounded and just bested.
it slips within undetected cargo hold un-inspected.
Heading straight for pad no 9, concealed within a hidden crime.
skidz lowering from its sleek under, echos roaring of it's thunder
Now held securly beneath three feet, hold now open bots to greet.
blackmarket cargo now being sold this cobras worth it's weight in gold.
PS NOT A CATHODE