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Re: Jubal's poems
« Reply #255 on: May 02, 2020, 08:31:51 PM »
Wrote this a little while back for an anthology but it turned out to be surplus to requirements for that (they did already have a longish short story of mine which will be included), so here it is:

A Lost Poet in Dunsinane

Will these hands ne’er be clean?
Scrubbing until my knuckles lie raw
With royal blood they still lie stained
Blue

Poised, my weapon lies in a peerless might
Before which swords weep
(With red tears, for they cannot weep blue –
Not like the sharp point whose
Handle is towards my hand
Clutched and staining
My hand)

It is not the difficulty of washing that condemns
Stained eternity to my soft but calloused fingers
But this reality: that whenever that weapon
Is returned to its dark scabbard
It longs to be free again
I long to free it again
To free the words
That torment me.

They are my words, you know:
And is it for that that they madden me all the more
For nobody else can hear them
Rhymes and lines beating at cage-bars,
Insensible to feeling or to sight,
Driving me to their command, to let them go free,
Shedding them like royal blue bloodstains
Flooding and crowding in imagined forests
From my
Pen
And staining my hands
Which will ne’er be clean
Until that last syllable of recorded time
Which never comes.
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Re: Jubal's poems
« Reply #256 on: May 13, 2020, 02:49:05 PM »
The Ballad of Gham si Gham

Written in honour of the minor NPC Gam si Gam or Gham si Gham (not sure of spelling) in Lorn Song of the Bachelor, where he was randomly generated from tables as a recruit after the mage decided to Charm Person a new hireling for us. A semi-pro dire eel wrestler, he had some fights with albino cave crocodiles at the end of the campaign, getting rescued once by my character shooting a crossbow bolt and distracting one and then just about getting away from a second. The party then proceeded to go into the boss' stupa/longhouse, defeat some double-crossing catfish pirates, and trick the actual main demigod level villain into surrendering his powers while drunk.


Dire eel wrestler,
G
Semi-professional,
G
Bumped into a glowing eyed mage,
G                                           C
Now he's out of the mud,
                G
And he's risking his blood,
               D
And he's up on the crocodile stage,
               Em

And he said
"Call that a death roll?
 Em
This is a death roll!"
 Am
Doing the best that he can,
 Am                              G
Gham si gham!
Am
Dire eel wrestler,
Semi-professional,
Bumped into a glowing eyed mage,
Now he's out of the mud,
And he's risking his blood,
And he's up on the crocodile stage,

And he said
"Call that a death roll?
This is a death roll!"
Doing the best that he can,
Gham si gham!

Poison fish in its gut,
He was holding on but,
Took a cut to the leg from its bite,
Crossbow bolt in its eye,
Ran over the ice to die,
But Gham had another to fight,

He said
"Call that a death roll?
This is a death roll!"
Fighting as hard as he can,
Gham si gham!

Tried to lasso its jaw,
But it opened to roar:
It was time to get out of the way,
Swam like only he knew
The survivor of two,
Cave crocodile showdowns that day

He said
"Call that a death roll?
This is a death roll!"
Faster than fishes he swam,
Gham si gham!

Then some catfish got kicked,
And a demigod tricked,
And a temple collapsed before long,
Then back to home and fame,
As they shouted his name,
And they all started singing this song,

And they sang
"Call that a death roll?
This is a death roll!"
Doing the best that he can,
Gham si gham!
"Call that a death roll?
This is a death roll!"
Mighty croc-wrestling man,
Gham si gham!
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Re: Jubal's poems
« Reply #257 on: May 14, 2020, 06:32:00 PM »
oh, that's a lot of fun :D

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Re: Jubal's poems
« Reply #258 on: May 14, 2020, 11:25:26 PM »
Zedeck Siew, who wrote the module Lorn Song of the Bachelor on which this is based, said listening to the recording of it made his day, so that's one of the nicest things that happened to me this week :)
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Re: Jubal's poems
« Reply #259 on: May 18, 2020, 08:30:31 PM »
And another piece based on the same D&D campaign:

The Lorn Song of the Bachelor
(Inna wa Inna's Song)


But now your strength has grown, my love,
C                                         G               Em
Your jaws with razor teeth they shine,
       Am                      Em
Your claws are fast, my strong one,
      Am                           E
You turn away from what once was mine
    Am                                E             Am

We become what we become
    Am                    Em
Our old selves never last,
   Am                         Em
A river song to swim along,
  Am                  Em       G
Forgetting verses past
 Am           C         Am

A thief came and stole,
   C
The key to your soul,
      G                 Em
And you no longer hear your bride,
             C                              G
So your power it grows,
           Am
But each crocodile knows,
              C               Em
That it still has a soft underside
           Am                           C        G
We become what we become
Through years that pale and die,
A river song to swim along,
Reflecting open sky.

A ghostly memory, my love,
Is all that you retain of me,
To heart you clasp, my strong one,
A wronged man's nobility

We become what we become
A cursed pair betrayed,
A river song to swim along,
With notes that never fade

But now your strength has grown, my love,
Your jaws with razor teeth they shine,
Your claws are fast, my strong one,
You turn away from what once was mine

We become what we become
Our old selves never last,
A river song to swim along,
Forgetting verses past

A thief came and stole,
The key to your soul,
And you no longer hear your bride,
So your power it grows,
But each crocodile knows,
That it still has a soft underside

The years dimmed your revenge, my love,
But never brought you back to me,
They fear you now, my strong one,
And feared is what you hope to be

We become what we become
From love to hurt to greed,
A river song to swim along,
To where your hunger leads

This lorn song for a bachelor,
Like time and rivers onward wends,
Are you still my strong one?
When will our journey meet its end?

We become what we become
Through years that pale and die,
A river song to swim along,
Reflecting open sky.
« Last Edit: May 18, 2020, 08:46:10 PM by Jubal »
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Re: Jubal's poems
« Reply #260 on: May 19, 2020, 09:29:05 PM »
my goodness that's beautiful I love it, especially the imagery of the chorus