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Inventor getplayerhead.sh?AlphaAlex115&16.png AlphaAlex115
Location Specific? On the wiki


"When will this end?" -getplayerhead.sh?KingServal&16.png KingServal

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.

At some unspecified point in 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 getplayerhead.sh?AlphaAlex115&16.png AlphaAlex115


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

The little 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 getplayerhead.sh?AlphaAlex115&16.png AlphaAlex115


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 getplayerhead.sh?AlphaAlex115&16.png AlphaAlex115


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 and building at home.


Let the hill 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 toy vessels lie safe in the bay.


This one is sailing and that one is moored:

Hark to the song of the players on board!

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

Coming and going with daggers and 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

In the halls of my withering 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 fish alone at sea" by getplayerhead.sh?AlphaAlex115&16.png AlphaAlex115


I always used to fish alone at sea,

And heaven-spat I bore my chains awhile.

(Alone I was the boy I wished to be.)


When spirits slept I sailed ashore to see

The burning remnants of my body pile:

I always used to fish alone at sea.


Up through awakened hellfire danced with glee

The bright insane silhouettes of the trial.

(Alone I was the boy I wished to be.)


I swallowed stars of life yet could not flee

Towards an inlet of that magic isle:

I always used to fish alone at sea.


In need of other flesh my savage spree

Lit blue the heavens with the devil's smile.

(Alone I was the boy I wished to be.)


The ruler brought me back and most agree

I'm but a shadow of the young exile.

I always used to fish alone at sea.

(Alone I was the boy I wished to be.)


"There once was a girl from the server" by getplayerhead.sh?AlphaAlex115&16.png AlphaAlex115


There once was a girl from the server

Who screamed "he's the being preserver!"

He was not that foxy

To use the old proxy

But couldn't resist to unnerve her.


"Sonnet Eyes" by getplayerhead.sh?AlphaAlex115&16.png AlphaAlex115


A couple years ago I laughed to know

That poets worked the night away on shit

Which even evil critics won't admit

Is full of lies they paint for just the show.

One doubts he saw her skin as white as snow,

Or whether any bathed in flames they writ:

Persuasion speaks in rhythm, rhyme, and wit,

But words can't prove the root from which they grow.

Now life's as cruel as cruel can ever be

To gift these eyes the losers used to wear,

The eyes she rolled across the screen to me,

The eyes that know the truth they bravely share

With all the prior fools too blessed to see

Behind their funny lines the deep despair.


"Mad Boy's Love Song" by getplayerhead.sh?AlphaAlex115&16.png AlphaAlex115


Although the sonnets prove their love is true,

They always write themselves beside the flames,

And leave their lovers firmly out of view,

Abstracted as they are to secret names.

I start to question not their love but what

Can be the thing that tells them how to feel:

Is it a fever borne by minds that rot,

And are those girls they "know" a thing that's real?

Perhaps I staged the way she blazed in chat,

And maybe even she performed the lines,

So blind together each devised the act,

Unconscious of the duet's joint designs.

Perhaps we made her up inside my head,

But still the furnace roars a monstrous red.


"Hinted Flesh" by getplayerhead.sh?AlphaAlex115&16.png AlphaAlex115


I guess the sonnet wretches met with meat

That set the daily dull details ablaze:

Their flesh could gild expansive fields of wheat,

And warm caresses from the sunlight's rays.

Then later filled with fear those fools would flee,

And leave their worlds devoid of wondrous light:

The moon lies stranded on a blackened sea,

For stars no longer roar creation's might.

Unlike the absent authors her reality

Comprises only dots upon a screen

Which brighten up my bleak locality

As if a beacon split the darkened scene.

I might be blind to flesh precursors saw,

But her elusive presence sways me more.


"Godless Men" by getplayerhead.sh?AlphaAlex115&16.png AlphaAlex115


In ancient times at least there was that God

About to fill the hole that love withdrew

From all the chests of every crying sod

Aware that now they had to be a Jew.

And proof enough is seen of godless men

In how she softly steps around the lake

To ban those who begin to grief again

No matter if they made a slight mistake.

If still you cannot glimpse this world then look

Inside my awkward soul: it cannot brew

The truth and purpose other people took

From stock approaches either old or new.

Deprived of God and truth I only know

That thoughts about her never fail to go.


"Creepy Loiterer" by getplayerhead.sh?AlphaAlex115&16.png AlphaAlex115


It's strange to walk these hallways year on year...

The endless altered players coming through,

And turning old before I think them new.

Of course in time each group will leave, that's clear:

In later life the stuff they held as dear

Appears so small without the joy they knew.

A decade has confirmed the cycle's true,

And yet, despite its sense, I linger here.

I'm often struck by such a fact. I'm left

To feel unbalanced, like awaking from

A dream, or living truly once again.

Ah, but by now you surely know this theft,

The reason why I glide forever on,

And gasp in flesh to sense those absent steps.


"Visions of a Child" by getplayerhead.sh?AlphaAlex115&16.png AlphaAlex115


As arched as Blake's contorted Newton was,

Obsessed with filtered gems upon the floor,

The creature let the light in colours pour,

Projected patterns like an ancient Oz,

And late with wonder played the show because

The gulf between himself and matter's shore

Collapsed when magic lanterns caught his core

As if internal worlds resolved the cosmos.

But then to jolt up straight in nightmare storms,

And stumble by the cave's unholy mouth,

Make out against the wind and rain a child

Consume the embers from my starry forms,

Till God's enlightened compass plummets south

To oceans black, and vast, and terrible.


"A Strike in Stasis" by getplayerhead.sh?AlphaAlex115&16.png AlphaAlex115


How great it is to lose yourself in crap

You only do so what she left behind

Appears as if its impact is a slap

Which once fixed hell inside a greener mind.

When you're removed you cannot fear content

Or close connections which will likely fail:

The rest of being feels already spent,

And out the windows plays another's tale.

By candle light they'll watch as piece by piece

Then flies apart in dark oblivion,

For though authentic thoughts may never cease,

There's joy when most are Dionysian.

Abrupt as lightning she ignites the youth

Whose buried eyes confront effulgent truth.


"Returners" by getplayerhead.sh?AlphaAlex115&16.png AlphaAlex115


I dreamt a gentle death awaited us.

On some November 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 in breadths

Of silence.


"Curious Creature" by getplayerhead.sh?AlphaAlex115&16.png AlphaAlex115


It's not as if I ever stepped across

The threshold of the screen to shake your hand with

Awkward care and smell the Coke on your breath,

Or, years ago, have a wrestle -

One arm behind my back,

But all the same it's different now.


How come the homeless with the daily paper

Up their arse, muttering under their

Breath, and high on actual coke and heroin, still about?

And what about the vacant slackers deep in litter baskets?

Some of them look fifty.


If I were inclined to faith,

The passing of this curious creature

Would wet my hands with God's blood.


"Aimless stop" by getplayerhead.sh?AlphaAlex115&16.png AlphaAlex115


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 it's something in the blocks

That causes my routine -

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

What's finished.


"Heaven would be hell" by getplayerhead.sh?AlphaAlex115&16.png AlphaAlex115


Without grief,

There's no beef.


Without their crime,

Life's idle time.


"Melancholy" by getplayerhead.sh?AlphaAlex115&16.png AlphaAlex115


I've won my escape,

Yet I've lost myself.


Where do prisoners go

When prison's all they know?


With no God to level,

Is the devil the devil?


Without a why

Who am I?


A face less recognisable each week,

A purpose more obscure.


I have seen my greatness flicker.

I am no one anymore.


"Lover's Cave" by getplayerhead.sh?AlphaAlex115&16.png AlphaAlex115


These shadows are

More true than fire.

They chart my life,

My deepest code.


Don't praise the flame,

It's but the fuel

To cast the shapes

Along the cave.


No, praise the play,

That can't expire:

Its dreams will be

Forever etched

In our desire.


"Banned" by getplayerhead.sh?floorboards&16.png 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 getplayerhead.sh?floorboards&16.png 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 getplayerhead.sh?floorboards&16.png 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 getplayerhead.sh?floorboards&16.png 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.


"Drunken Haiku" by getplayerhead.sh?Ickyacky&16.png Ickyacky


Creepers very mean,

I hear a sss from behind,

Boom there goes my gear.


"MCO Poem" by getplayerhead.sh?Unkle_Genny&16.png 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 getplayerhead.sh?6stooges&16.png 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 getplayerhead.sh?Slapsore&16.png Slapsore the homosex,

To the shitpost-born Crusaders,

And the alts of getplayerhead.sh?dodgemasterflex&16.png 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 getplayerhead.sh?AndrzejSkowron&16.png 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 getplayerhead.sh?Rage3does&16.png 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 getplayerhead.sh?1jonah&16.png 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 getplayerhead.sh?44trent3&16.png 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 getplayerhead.sh?Nerdman&16.png Nerdman

Minecraft's best server.

Ambition and dreams all over.

My Minecraft Online.


"What’s This?" by getplayerhead.sh?TheGolum&16.png TheGolum


They took the Link from a video

Skipped over the ads on the sidebar

Took the site to Minecraft Servers

Hitched on the button for 1.7

Took the long scroll down

The third server from oldest

A feeling to log in

A feeling to log in

To a place called

Freedonia


"Verican Democracy" by getplayerhead.sh?Beeraeka&16.png Beeraeka


Someone once told me

VC's not democratic

Well, that's a big lie

I love Verico

Birthplace of democracy

of, here, Freedonia


"The This And The That" by getplayerhead.sh?Scampi_&16.png Scampi_


The as of the it, the isn't that doesn't

No of the a it, of does that wasn't

Very the yes, with and a the therefor

Doing with of, except the it before

The neither be wouldn't, nor of never the

Never going for that, how sort of it be

Then it a be this, but how can the do at

What

No, it is the this and the that


"Ballad of Bans" by getplayerhead.sh?Zomon333&16.png Zomon333


SMASH, SMASH, SMASH;

Goes the griefer, running down the hall


BONK, CLINK, CLONK;

Goes the torches off the wall


SWING, SWISH, SQUISH;

The hammer starts to fall


Followed by the BAN EVADING REE;

The cry of the incessant thrall.


"Joey McBricks At the Gate Part 1" by getplayerhead.sh?Beeraeka&16.png Beeraeka (Inspired by and partly a parody of Lays of the Ancient Rome by Thomas Babington Macaulay)

Beeraeka walks to his brown house

He meets McBricks Joey

"'Sup man, how you doin'?"

"Nothing much, bababooey"

"Would you like to go on a quest?"

"Solve the maze, steal things in Catnip's chest?"

"Oh, yes, that sure sounds nice"

But a great adventure oft comes with a high price


They walk to the maze, with tremendous bravery

They sure will show, who's the boss of this century

"Come on, man, we're almost there"

"Come on, man, Mcbricks Joey"

"I'm walking slowly, for I am wise"

But a great adventure oft comes with a high price


"Hey! Who goes there! Those two young men!"

Shouted the gatekeeper

"Oh, we're from Verico Post"

Shouted Beer, the news reporter

"Well, I know you. But here's what's precise,

A great adventure oft comes with a high price!"


Then out spake brave Joey McBricks,

The Captain of the Gate:

"To every man upon this earth

Death cometh soon or late;

And how can man die better

Than facing fearful odds,

For the ashes of his fathers,

And the temples of his gods?"


"the" by getplayerhead.sh?Scampi_&16.png Scampi_

I sent my message

But I saw to my horror

I'd hit...'reply all'


"Bravery Prevails" by getplayerhead.sh?LordOfTheShadows&16.png LordOfTheShadows

Our world is ending,

The lord has resurrected.

Our doom impending,

Players turn infected.

Stories of danger,

and the spirits are back.

The infected are strangers,

Who might just attack.

Alone we will fall,

But united we rise.

When we hear SlowRiot’s call,

We’ll sound our battle cries.

Find the pieces,

Take a stand.

Our hope increases,

Fight to take back our land.

As I gaze off into the boundless skyline,

I ponder will we meet our unfortunate demise?

As I pray for Freedonia’s sunshine,

Bravery prevails within my eyes.


"Update" by getplayerhead.sh?Beeraeka&16.png Beeraeka

Is the update real?

Or is it not?

Have we all been tricked again

What have we got?

The songs that have been sung

Twelve bells thus have been rung

Were they for naught? Have they forgot?

Lest deceived our thoughts

Find truths we ought

For update, we sought


"Lag" by getplayerhead.sh?TheGriffinLord&16.png TheGriffinLord


How did we get here?

Time has slowed, but I have not.

The world lags behind.


I do not fear them,

The monsters which creep at night.

Easy to ignore.


Creepers move like snails.

The skeletons are so slow.

I run past and forget.


Zombies cannot kill.

Who cares about endermen?

A ghast? No problem.


But not all is great.

I cannot mine, it's awful.

It takes a whole day.


Farming is painful.

A carrot a day won't work.

I eat to survive.


Where did this come from?

They tell us, "it's the plugins."

But I know better.


Iluminati!

Dark magic to rule the world.

Entrap all of us.


We must spread the word!

Ignorant ones will fall first.

We can save the world!


"BANG BANG" by getplayerhead.sh?KingServal&16.png KingServal


AY YUH (x3)


WE BE BOOLIN' IN DA HOOD

(IN DA HOOD N WORD WITH AN A)

TRAPHOUSE ON FLEEK D HARD AS WOOD

(HARD AS WOOD N WORD WITH AN A)

GANG GANGIN' IN DA STREETS

(IN DA STREETS)

WE BE STEALIN'... DEM TREATS

(AY YAHHHHHH)

DEY SAY AYO WASSUP

(WZZUP)

I SAY AY NO WE GOOD

(WE GOOD)

NOW WE CHILLIN IN DA WHIP

(NAE NAE)


AY

AY

AY AY


got 24 carats on my neck neck neck neck

got 24 parrots on my back back back back

they all copyin' me

they all stylin' me me me

ridin my d d d

copyin me me me

cant trust these young thugz

cant trust theese boolin' boys

actin gooky wazzup

acting goofy WASSUP AY AY AY AY AY AY AY AY


WE BE CHILLIN IN DA HOOD

(IN DA HOOD N WORD WITH AN A)

WE BE ASKIN BUMS WAZ GOOD

(WAS GOOD G?)

WE BE CHILLIN IN DASTREETZ

(STREETZ BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK)

WE BE BOOLIN' IN THE HOOD)

(R-R-R-R-R-R-R-RR--RATATATATATA)


"Shadows in a Graveyard" by getplayerhead.sh?TheGriffinLord&16.png TheGriffinLord


Who are we amongst those who have come first?

No one will remember us, doomed to fade.

Shadows in a graveyard, forever cursed.


We came in hordes, with unquenchable thirst,

Desiring fame, but we all turn to dust.

Who are we amongst those who have come first?


Time is an illusion, it stops, has reversed.

All of us will be forgotten one day.

Shadows in a graveyard, forever cursed.


We wander alone now, blind and dispersed.

Robbed of names and faces, we've become ghosts.

Who are we amongst those who have come first?


I see gods and demons in dust submerged.

Like Ozymandias, their empires gone.

Shadows in a graveyard, forever cursed.


Why do we try when our work is accursed;

Meaningless, a chasing after the wind?

Who are we amongst those who have come first?


"The Big Man" by getplayerhead.sh?Beeraeka&16.png Beeraeka


Hey, how big is the Big Man, he who governs McO?

Hey, how big is the Big Man, does someone actually know?

Is he powerful? Is he very strong? I just hope that I’m not wrong

For suggesting that the Big Man will surely come along


Can he guard us against the wicked, and is he very wise?

Can he guide us through these strange times, and then fight he who denies?

Can he use his benevolent fist, or a hammer, or a gong?

Boy, do I hope, that the Big Man, will quickly come along


Oh, well, let us just calm down, lest our heads explode

Be not panic, be not scared, ‘cause he cares for his abode

He will surely use his faculties, to fight him like a kong

Yes, I do know, that the Big Man, will surely come along


"The Bedrock on McO" by getplayerhead.sh?Beeraeka&16.png Beeraeka


When I dream in my lonely nights, oh, I only dream of it

That great and strong big black block, oh, it makes me die a bit

How can one deny its epicness, greatest one of its kind

For the Bedrock on McO, is the best block you can find


When one locks their valuable chests, one does it with sheep's wool

But, of course, all the learned men, know that bedrock is the tool

The Bedrock cannot be destroyed, that's why you must bear in mind

That the Bedrock on McO, is the best block you can find


Unfortunately, it's illegal, because it's been decided so

No bedrock can be a possession, unless you're op, you know

So when you see one unnatural, please report to the adminkind

Even though the Bedrock on McO, is the best block you can find

"Experience" by getplayerhead.sh?ChappJack&16.png ChappJack

You go in trusting, but that trust dies

When you hear a phrase you learn to despise

It says, "C'mon, and take a stay

At /warp Auna, it'll be great!"

So you speak the command, and are whisked away

To this magical Auna. But magical? Nay.

This place is hell, it's hell in a box

And when you realize, a loud voice talks.

It booms, "Not as good at it sounds,

You are trapped, restrained, and above all, bound.

The ground is lava, and be as it may,

You will not live another day."

So, dear reader, if anyone tries

To get you to warp to your demise,

Say "Absolutely not, but the new fad,

is /spanw. It's not that bad!"

"The Ass" by getplayerhead.sh?Luigifan100&16.png Luigifan100

I love to plow ass

No matter what the size is

I love plowing ass