StoryDragon's poems

[StoryDragon]

A thread for my poems!

The Eyes of the Universe

The eyes of the universe
Look down towards earth.
And while you fiercely curse
Your network, (that's fast as snails,)
I search the western sky;
Where I spot, up high,

The beauteous orbs of sight.
One of which, being very bright,
Is proudly provided by
The goddess of fertility.
The other astral eye
Comes from another mighty

God, of space and thunder.
I stare into the eyes,
When I start to wonder
What the face would look like.
I cannot see the kind of smile
That's on it all the while.

Indeed, no more can be seen
Than the eyes at all.
Has there ever been
A face? Or is all
There ever was

These two single eyes?
They disappear.
And now they reappear,
The imaginary
Head tilted to
One of their sides.

What is going on?
Is it interesting?
Following the space's
Gaze, I see someone wrestling
With reality. It looks bad.
Once again, I start gazing

Upwards, to the eyes
Which now start drifting
Away from each other,
As if they do not bother
To provide the wise
Universe with sight anymore.

Then, does this mean
The eyes of the
Universe are mean?
Making people wrestle
With all the things they've seen?

Now, only a single
Eye of the universe
Is left. Whether that's worse
Or not, remains to be seen.
Let's hope it's not so keen
On terrorizing people
Anymore, now it's alone.


(I have a post with background information available for supporters on my Ko-Fi . You can also just send me a DM if you want to know the background information though.)

[Jubal]

I currently can't read "Eye of the Universe" without my brain running over Outer Wilds stuff - I need to reread this in a few months when our mutual corvid acquaintance has finished playing the game

I feel like there must be a term for the particular rhetorical trick of breaking a logical sentence across stanzas but I don't know what it is: you do it really well here, anyway.

I hope you share more sometime!

[Tusky]

I really liked this!

Look forward to reading more

[StoryDragon]

I wrote another poem!

A Lovely Surprise

Yay!
A lovely surprise!
Finally, when I least
Expect it, on a gray
And rainy day,
This very nice
Little booklet arrived.
And well... Thou seest,
Now I can write
It down, right
Where it belongs,
All my epic ‮.tihs‭


It came all the way
From South-Africa to me.
Sent by a Welsh Pixie
All of us should know
As a fabulous admin
Who revels in
Creating buttloads
Of calligraphy
In high quality.


I have a post with background information available to supporters again on my Ko-Fi.

[Jubal]

Lovely!

I assume that's caught our ancient swear filter (which I should have turned off some time ago, but have left on because I'm sort of fond of the silliness of it) and "armadillo" is not actually the last word of verse one

And yes, WelshPixie is excellent

[StoryDragon]

I assume that's caught our ancient swear filter (which I should have turned off some time ago, but have left on because I'm sort of fond of the silliness of it) and "armadillo" is not actually the last word of verse one

Ooops....
Eh, that is correct...
I have fixed it some time ago. (I used a right-to-left overwrite now.)

[StoryDragon]

Every year since 2019, I have written a poem for Christmas. This year it looked like I would not be able to do so, but at the very last moment something came up and I wrote a poem!
The verse form is the (Old) Irish form called 'deibide'. The third stanza is written in actual Old Irish. I tried to apply some characteristics of Old Irish poetry in that stanza, which was actually in order to help me get the rhyme right.

Notlaic ṡon

Christmas comes close very soon,
And then: "Time to fire maroon."
May it snow instead of rain;
We want white winters again.

May the Great Birthfeast of Christ
Have you pleasantly surprised.
Lively laughter, lovely lights;
Warmth of friends and of tealights.

In ndomun fus-luget ban
broig snechtai. Teinnid lagach
loisi. Is airgairdech in
comlongad. Ro Crist genir.

I wish you a really rad
Time. And may you find thereat,
That next year'll be great. Let us
All have a merry Christmas!


I have once again a post available for supporters on my Ko-Fi, with background information and a translation of the Old Irish quatrain.

[Jubal]

Oo that's fun! It's very lyrical in style, you could probably set music to it pretty easily.

[Eadgifu the Fair]

Oh, I adore "May the Great Birthfeast of Christ / Have you pleasantly surprised"! This poem was a very pleasant surprise, especially the fact that I got a whole sentence of the Old Irish (Ro Christ genir).

[StoryDragon]

I got a whole sentence of the Old Irish (Ro Christ genir).

Nice! That bit would usually have to look like rogenir Christ, but because this is poetry, it is possible to split the verb up and put Christ in between.

Anyway, I recently wrote a new poem again! I wrote it in Dutch first, and then the next night I decided to write an English version. This English version is available only on my Ko-Fi for supporters, but I still wanted to share it, so here you have it! Exilian exclusive! 

A dozen dragons, I counted,
Yet dreams do still not come to
Me. My mischievous muscles
Have - how horrible! - found yet
'nother way to call unto
My mind for which puzzles
Of even simplest grade are
Too hard now. My legs wish to run,
My mind can only rest. How
On Earth am I going to
Count enough sheep so that fun
Dreams can come to me? I vow
To thee, it is as if my
Muscles hate my brain. Bully
Me not! I will walk when I
Wake up again. Cease your cry
For movement! May you be fully
Rested, my friend, when you wake up.

For those who want to read the original, and, imo better, version in Dutch, you can find it available for everyone on my Ko-Fi!

[Jubal]

This English version has a kind of Shakespeare monologue quality to it, not in the word choices mostly (though the thee may help), but when I read it to myself I kind of naturally take on an actor's cadence to fit the rhythm