I would totally go for a cookie right now.
The Skyfolk have arrived to the Desert. They look strange to us. They say things we do not understand. They seem to bicker and argue with each other. They seem to be more advanced than us in many fields. Nazcer, the Tivolti, will make sure these Skyfolk don't mess anything up. They are humans. They are from a ship. The ship's name is...
Just wanted to write a blog for this Christmas, for it has been an interesting year. The Royal Rumble in the sky has got itself a lot of new entrants, A wizard of the video gaming industry delivered himself directly into the great beyond, The knot can be tied on rainbow rope in the states, Trumpy Cat is making the other Republicans look as outdated as that meme I just mentioned, The Australian PM
So, as many of you have read the last blog, I've been experiencing laptop problems. To the point that I have sent it to Acer, the creators of laptop, after three calls to them pretty much telling them to take them from me. Even added in a factory reset too, just to make them at ease that this isn't the software thing. Eventually, they decided it's best for them to look but only to send the laptop
How many of you have already guessed 'laptop trouble?'
...
Yeah.
It's battery trouble this time, so at least it's a new laptop problem.
It also doesn't help it being the rap battle. It's going to be a long chapter.
Anyway, I'm using G-docs on a G-drive so I can at least get it from wherever I go and work till my heart's content. That being said, however, expect delays.
So, I am starting the Woundsalt chapter now. Which means it won't be long until I look through the poems to find which one will be in it.
There's a problem, however. There's only two.
So, ladies and gentlemen, keep sending them in! And hurry!
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Meh, I was gonna do it but I threw out the darn thing.
I suck at poetry. Sorry!
Oh snap I forgot! uhhh ummm
For what the yonder window breaks
a rose by any other name
and to the one who raises the stakes
shall decide the winner of this game
there hows that?
2452015
Well... we can't pretend Woundsalt wouldn't put down some other pony lines...
I'm certain you can make something better in the next few days.
2452439
I need a specific topic to write about, without spoiling could you give me the context in which it will be used?
2453314 Alrighty then... Somepony is going to go onstage at the SorriNa and read it out.
If you want some more inspiration, the two that have been sent to me haven't talked about West Canterlot yet.
Does he do Haikus?
If not than he should try to.
I need more words. Shit.
But what sort of poems?
Hell, I'm going to wing a couple right here. Maybe not even poetry but what the hell.
Title:Tears or Words. (I wanted it to be called Tears cause he writes with his so this carries a bit more power.)
Words carry emotion.
Enough to cause a commotion,
if read aloud to the right crowd.
Happy or sad, true or false, words carry emotion.
Words carry power.
To heights of joy or depths of despair,
words convey how much you care.
Words they say how's it going there?
Short or long, complex or simple, words carry power.
Words carry hope.
Even though you can't be there,
a letter can share, the pain anguish of one lost.
No matter the postage cost.
Words carry comfort, love and a message of hope.
(I literally made this up as I went along. Hope it helps.)
Woundsalt, what the buck
Kind of mother names their foal
Woundsalt? Stupid name.
Another Haiku. Mostly cause that's the only type of poem I am good at.
West Canterlot huh? Let me think a moment.
Nobles scoff and up turn their noses,
West Canterlot smells not like roses.
The rich ignore and spit at them,
Those who live in this bad end.
The lonely wander and the broke stay,
along the sidewalk and alleyway,
asking for change day to day,
so they can buy food and ask the next day.
West Canterlot is not a slum.
But there are some in Hoofington.
The nobles wish they we were gone,
but then would care for their city fair?
Do they wash and clean the stone?
West Canterlot does, but they don't care.
Not sure if this is poetry or not. Kinda just making shit up as it pops into my head. My younger brother is a much better poet.
2454034 ... I think we have a contender, there.
2454054 Huh, cool. And I was serious that I LITERALLY made that one up as I wrote it. Took me a few minutes.
2454111 I notice a weird trend by folks when doing this. Saying they just made it up on the fly, and then make pretty good stuff.
I might need to write that in.
2454124 That is a little weird. But then again, most people wouldn't have poetry prepared for occasions like this. MLP fanfiction poetry? I wrote some a few weeks ago. I have been preparing for this! But I am glad that I gave you something to work with. Please feel free to change it if you want or use it later. Just happy to help.