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 the looking glass

And dream of builds in foreign land

The other passers built by hand.

Although their buildings sometimes break

A lot of kids remain awake

As long ago, I'm sad to say,

They all 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 new arrivals.

"Block City" by Robert Louis Stevenson and altered by  OiTrowls

What are you able to build with your blocks?

Castles and palaces, temples and docks.

Rain may keep raining, and others go roam,

But I can be happy by building at home.

Let the hills be mountains, the river be sea,

There I’ll establish a city for me:

A kirk and a mill and a palace beside,

And a harbour as well where my vessels may ride.

Great is the palace with pillar and wall,

A sort of a tower on the top of it all,

And steps coming down in an orderly way

To where my big vessels lie safe in the bay.

This one is sailing and that one is moored:

Hark to the song of the sailors aboard!

And see, on the steps of my palace, the noobs

Coming and going with presents of cubes!

Now I have done with it, off I shall go!

All of a sudden it seems long ago.

Block upon block lying scattered and free

Inside the halls of childhood memory.

Yet as I saw it, I see it again,

The kirk and the palace, the ships and the men,

And as long as I live and where’er I may be,

I’ll always remember my town by the sea.

"I always used to phish alone at sea" by  OiTrowls

I always used to phish alone at sea.

I was compelled to stay away awhile.

Alone I was the boy I wished to be.

I caught a bunch and came ashore to see

The kids ignite my earnings in a pile.

I always used to phish alone at sea.

Although they burnt a lot I stood a free

And saddened soul and thought the smoke worthwhile.

Alone I was the boy I wished to be.

Before they got them all I used to flee

Towards an inlet of the magic isle.

I always used to phish alone at sea.

My nimble hands enjoyed a phishing spree

The sights of which evoked a laugh and smile.

Alone I was the boy I wished to be.

The players asked me back and most agree

I’m just a shadow of the young exile.

I always used to phish alone at sea.

Alone I was the boy I wished to be.

"Returners" by  OiTrowls

I dreamt a gentle death awaited us.

On some September night a vacant world

Of long departed children whimpered out.

Awake adults forgot this passing dream

Or thought themselves above the childish game.

A few returned to glimpse the offline grave:

Without a sun, the sky was dull as clay,

The pall of lands removed from time and space.

Beneath its fabric idle buildings tried

To win their masters back with figures fit

To meet the comforts of the last to go.

Alas, bereft of men to please, they stood

Untouched, unloved, and all alone to hear

The silence.

"There once was a girl from the server" by  OiTrowls

There once was a girl from the server

Who screamed "that's the being preserver!"

He was not that foxy

To use the old proxy

But couldn't resist to unnerve her.

"Aimless stop" by  OiTrowls

Half-fucked at dawn

I join the server.

I jump around the lake at spawn

Without a goal in sight.

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.

"MMXIII" by  OiTrowls

Am I one of those old cunts

You see in retirement homes -

Not yet fully demented, aware

That the best has already passed?

Do they cry at night

Over wives and husbands long since gone?

Judging by the way some cling to those

Photos on the bedside

In an otherwise empty room,

Except for the outdated TV and foolish wardrobe,

They must do.

Did they take those pictures like I took the video?

Do they wish themselves transported back in time

To press their fingers over triggers and burst in

Young flesh beside their loves and walk

Off discussing that day's concerns as if nothing

Was amiss?

Well, if they do, and I doubt most can,

Then I hear the hideous echos

Beside my bed of players in black and white

Who I have to have

In my otherwise empty room.

"Banned" by  floorboards

All those who are banned

From the use of their hand

Denying the rules, I see.

Breaking a torch is guaranteed.

My, it feels like a test.

All affected did not behest.

Where were staff the night it occured?

I held my laughs for the time it stirred.

For those who tried,

For those who have lied,

Your guile is as slow as the server

You won't last any further.

"Gift" by  floorboards

MinecraftOnline, thank you for the gift.

I seem to be fit for the non-existent task at width.

For I, a plank on the floor might implore

The only gifts I shall recieve for evermore.

Hourly, they appear. What a mere flower quenched me.

That of which I gain I shall always adore.

"2B2T" by  floorboards

The server is laggier than hell

Even hell has low TPS

If I ever get the chance

I will not dwell

I will visit this shitty cartel.

I say, what is that hellhole named?

2B2T, sounds like an nightmare to behold.

Over-exaggerated stories and a lot more untold.

They think they're the oldest server there is,

What a lie they foolishly believe to exist

I cannot dream to see a great day there

I will never pay for priority queue

Hausemaster is a money hogging jew I cannot compare

"Transport" by  floorboards

What could we use to move?

Our feet? I disapprove.

Minecarts, boats and horses will never improve.

All those were viable to use

My caboose sits impatient

Sitting for minutes on end

Moving a single block per five seconds I now comprehend.

As my horse stands vacant

A thief comes adjacent

He rides with a single click

"What a prick", I blurted out.

And he slowly moves across without a doubt.

I come up close and take my sword

I take a swing

and died to his thorns.

"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.

"The Magical Land of MinecraftOnline" by  44trent3

The magical land of MinecraftOnline

A place where all seems fine

But someday, you'll soon realize

6 years have gone by

"MCO Haiku" by  Nerdman

Minecraft's Best Server. Ambition and dreams all over. My Minecraft Online.