Poetry Competition

Poetry Competition
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Inventor	OiTrowls
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A poetry competition on the subject of MCO. Contestants are to post their poems on this page.

Rules

There is no deadline. Any form is acceptable. The only requirement is that it must be something to do with the server.

After an unspecified period of time all of the contestants will pick the poem they like best. The poem they choose cannot be one of their own. Each contestant can post as many poems as they please.

Poems

"Lost Dreamers" by  OiTrowls

The children through the server pass

Like Alice through her looking glass

And dream of builds in foreign land

The other kids produced by hand.

Although their buildings sometimes break

A lot of them remain awake

As long ago, I'm sad to say,

The kids grew-up and moved away.

"As out the glass a mother sees" by  OiTrowls

As out the glass a mother sees

The children playing round the trees

And spots a face reflected there,

A face decayed beyond repair,

So may a sad observer

From the ancient server

See their feisty spirit

Lost in those who visit.

"Aimless stop" by  OiTrowls

Half-fucked at dawn

I join the server.

I jump around the lake at spawn

Without a goal, without a shit to give.

Without a care I read the chat

And don't engage until I need

To ban a brat erasing blocks.

At a loss for what to do I kill

To have the noobs denounce my name,

The other mods do much the same,

Whilst I jump on blocks

I've seen a thousand times or more,

Log off without a goodbye,

Conclude the place was not worth stopping for.

Yet stop I did, in fact I often do,

And always with no aim I bring

Myself to jump at nothing.

Always at a loss like this,

Always when I'm pissed.

Perhaps I'm scared to know I'm lost,

Perhaps it's something in the blocks

That causes my routine -

Their images, cries, pleas for what's been,

What can never again be.

"Returners" by  OiTrowls

I dreamt a gentle death awaited us.

On some September night a vacant land

Of long departed children whimpered out.

Awake adults forgot the passing dream

Or thought themselves above their childish games.

A few returned to glimpse their offline graves.

Without a sun, the sky was dull as clay,

The pall of lands removed from time and space.

The temples, castles - every one unmanned,

The murmurs, trades, and rude remarks around

Their holdings silenced.

"MCO Poem" by  Unkle_Genny

Freedonia, Freedonia,

You give my firstborn pneumonia

You're a frosted piece of shit for which

My love shall never quit

From the early days of crawling out

Of grief holes exploring Spawn

To the day I became blue from loving you

When my rule would 'rouse Genghis Kahn

With a community full of giggles and shits,

Cunts, Nazis, Commies, and men with tits

It's a shock that any newbies have stayed for long

After they've died to a Spawn cunt with his hand on his dong

While it may not be the hood,

The boys are always hard

Our man  6stooges gets excited

Even if they draw the straight card

So while the history is wide,

I've been along for some of the ride,

Something I'd only say with pride

As I swallow a Tide

From the cringe-inducing FIT Raiders,

And  Slapsore the homosex,

To the shitpost-born Crusaders,

And the alts of  dodgemasterflex

I've also set up a Klub,

Which yes I'm bouta plug,

A monster far from just a pub

Where you can die to a bug

If there's anything else to say,

It's "Fuck you Oi, you're gay"

For making me write this little text

Through which my skills hath been thoroughly flexed

Damn right I'm good with words, bitch

But like I said before

I'm better at bringing your sister to pitch

My tent like a whore

"The poem of griefer" by  AndrzejSkowron

None of us tried to be bad. We were bad because we believed we were good.

We hurting each other, only because we are unable to see it. We trying

to fix our sins but thats not gonna change that who we've becomed.

Every of us will pay not for being bad person, but for our own stupidity.

We were unable to understand what we did wrong, and now is too late...

The hammer is coming first you are afraid, you trying to escape. But you

can not escape from who you are. You are a griefer and now when you

understand that with smile on your face you will get your ban, knowing, that

will make the server a better place. That's sad because you have to left everyone

you love, but also happy because now you're free your since have been paid.

"MCO - The Place Of Pure" by  Rage3does

A Place Of Pure,

That Most Can Endure.

Not All Survive,

Only The True Do Thrive.

In This Place Of Pure.

This Life I Live,

Not Always Active.

This World I Mine,

Where Only Few Shine.

In This Place Of Pure.

I Build And Craft,

On The Now Gone's Behalf.

This Home I Love,

I Will Never Get Rid Of.

In This Place Of Pure.

"A MinecraftOnline Summary" by  1jonah

MinecraftOnline, a server best for thee.

Yet again, we must ask ourselves:

will the TPS reach higher than three?

Though your builds will remain for years to come,

thanks to the dedicated moderator team.

And of course the oldest public server,

being quite the opposite of 2b2t.

As for the community, I am fairly certain,

they are mostly 17.