Kevin's Watch

OK, I thought for my debut in Mallory I'd introduce a little name-game.

What story is hidden within your name? A line to every letter, a stanza to every word.

Make it good.


A Meaningful Name

So he appeared, that odious man,
Handsomely vain, a tedious pen.
Ain't nobody else, would fit in his shoes,
Despite darkened boots and shadowy hues.
Oh, what ghastly malarkey it was,
When first he entered our Close with a hose.
Beneath his handsome visage, lay
Ingenious contrivances.
Nodding yes, with evident gusto,
Declaiming "No!" through mucho burrito!
In answer to our bewildered complain,
No plan and no
Gain, his innards would obtain.

So was his tale.
Heard in every dale.
On the lips of friends and on the lips of
Enemies, it all came from the same stove.

The "make it good" part is going to be a let-down!

Steve was born a northern son
To Sergio of Sernio
Ending as a southern son
Verifying how things flow
In order to just carry on
Ever seeking happiness
Greet this life with tenderness

StevieG wrote:The "make it good" part is going to be a let-down!

Steve was born a northern son
To Sergio of Sernio
Ending as a southern son
Verifying how things flow
In order to just carry on
Ever seeking happiness
Greet this life with tenderness

You've joined the band.

I give you

StevieG wrote:The "make it good" part is going to be a let-down!

Steve was born a northern son
To Sergio of Sernio
Ending as a southern son
Verifying how things flow
In order to just carry on
Ever seeking happiness
Greet this life with tenderness

that's beautiful.

Downfallen,
Evicted from
Ebon skies, to
Run, stumbling
Over
Fallen
Things forests
Hold.
Eyes blinded by
Dawn
And yet
Wildered by
Night.

deer of the dawn wrote:Downfallen,
Evicted from
Ebon skies, to
Run, stumbling
Over
Fallen
Things forests
Hold.
Eyes blinded by
Dawn
And yet
Wildered by
Night.

I love this. Quite captivating. (even though you kept it all in one stanza)

Thanks. I was tired and didn't read the rules well.

Seven years old
Hanging off monkey bars in a spotted dress
Accustomed to flight
Unaccustomed to dresses
Not normal

Teenage tomboy
How do any of us survive
Egos intact?

So grateful, now near forty
Home at last
Eager to express
Ever to know
Perfect as I am, I am

EDIT, Just realized, I reverted to English! Oh well, it feels right, feels like my mother-tongue is best suited to this task.

Shaun das Schaf wrote:Seven years old
Hanging off monkey bars in a spotted dress
Accustomed to flight
Unaccustomed to dresses
Not normal

Teenage tomboy
How do any of us survive
Egos intact?

So grateful, now near forty
Home at last
Eager to express
Ever to know
Perfect as I am, I am

EDIT, Just realized, I reverted to English! Oh well, it feels right, feels like my mother-tongue is best suited to this task.

Really? What language do you usually use? I tried to learn German once but the results were highly pitiful. I remember a song about someone who says he emigrated to a different country but at night he still dreams in his mother tongue.

Oh woops, confused you I have. My first language is English. I do speak German, (with varying degrees of pitiful), but SdS is mostly SdS and not StS because I bought him from my local ABC Shop, (with a voucher my parents gave me, expecting I would buy a book of left-wing essays and not a cuddly toy! ), only to find when I got him home that he was of German descent, via China of course.

And interesting anecdote about the dreaming. 'They' say you're finally feeling at home with a language when you start dreaming in it, assuming in this case you're not saying, "Ich verstehe nicht."

Shaun das Schaf wrote:Oh woops, confused you I have. My first language is English. I do speak German, (with varying degrees of pitiful), but SdS is mostly SdS and not StS because I bought him from my local ABC Shop, (with a voucher my parents gave me, expecting I would buy a book of left-wing essays and not a cuddly toy! ), only to find when I got him home that he was of German descent, via China of course.

And interesting anecdote about the dreaming. 'They' say you're finally feeling at home with a language when you start dreaming in it, assuming in this case you're not saying, "Ich verstehe nicht."

I am now acquainted with Shaun the sheep. Cute show. Until now the name was connected in my mind with Shaun of the Dead (which is also very good)

shadowbinding shoe wrote:Until now the name was connected in my mind with Shaun of the Dead (which is also very good)

I've only seen that movie about four times. I own the DVD and soundtrack, so whilst I'm happy you and fluffy Shaun are now acquainted, I would have been perfectly happy to be associated in your mind with Zombie Shaun.

I see Shaun the Sheep occasionally because I'm flipping channels and there it is, on the station that normally has stupid kid shows dubbed in Arabic. Little to no dialog, so no dubbing. Actually, they show Tom and Jerry with no dubbing, but again almost no dialog; but when they show Looney Toons they're not dubbed either-- I guess they know not to mess with the classics.

Okay, back to topic. Next acrostic name poem, please?

Boo, Looney Tunes, boo!

All right, you've composed a song to the letters of your name, you feel proud. But! Beyond this achievement an even greater achievement awaits you. Part these spoilery curtains to witness your next task (enter only after you earned your rank as Junior-Name-Odist):

Spoiler

Look in the mirror. Facing you is your rumored doppelganger, the evil twin you just know is out there somewhere. Don't let him/her do as it pleases. Pin her/him down with your pen and make a great song out of the fiend. (rules should be obvious from the example)
Make it Baaaad!

A Mirror You

Either you're with me,
Or you'll cleave me.
Harbinger of chuckles,
Show me not your knuckles.

Gin and tonic soothe his life.
Nipping them he sighs a laugh.
Igneous in character.
Does he care? He'll not alter.
'Nice enough' we'll say most times.
In the end he'll kill for dimes.
Bothersome, charming one.
Wash away your sins. Be done.
Odd how we embrace the other?
Dim our intellects: 'it's no bother.'
Achieve the blindness that enables joy.
He'll dance awhile all smiles with us. Oh boy.
Such is the life. Such indeed is the life.

Dangerously verdant,
Uniquely serene
Kleptomaniacally friendly, but
Killzone-ishly keen
Hoorah-Hoorah....
Anticlimactic death scene.

Waffles and chicken
Are victuals and traits
Yonder ponder is stricken
Next in line, No Waits.
Hilariously benign
I'm really feeling fine
Martian and normal, all in good time.

dw

DukkhaWaynhim wrote:Dangerously verdant,
Uniquely serene
Kleptomaniacally friendly, but
Killzone-ishly keen
Hoorah-Hoorah....
Anticlimactic death scene.

Waffles and chicken
Are victuals and traits
Yonder ponder is stricken
Next in line, No Waits.
Hilariously benign
I'm really feeling fine
Martian and normal, all in good time.

dw

Great song Dukkha. Welcome aboard

Watch the clock a tick tock tock,
Hack the hours plick plock plock.
Enter Time a tap tap tapping,
Rue ye youth your nap nap napping!
'Ease is peas ere knobbly knees.'

Amok we run and fall down down.
Rash and sure we'll flee time. Time!
'Ease is vain before the cane.'

Young we enter, crying crying.
Old we cling, so vying vying!
'Ugh, stop your yabbering ye sure minded younglings.'

Get to, you poor poor prattlings,
Undo these scrimshaw scribblings.
Yonder the bin, full to the brim,
Savvy to it and empty it quick!

Night in the eyes
Walls of blackness
Asphalt blankness
Darkness falls

Eyes that
Have no
Truth

Fast now,
Out with you!

Rigel shining
Edges toward your nadir
Exactly one light
Dispels night.

deer of the dawn wrote:Night in the eyes
Walls of blackness
Asphalt blankness
Darkness falls

Eyes that
Have no
Truth

Fast now,
Out with you!

Rigel shining
Edges toward your nadir
Exactly one light
Dispels night.

I like this. There seems to be a common nightly theme to both your songs. What does it all mean?

"The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has never comprehended it." John 1:14 Not to be cheeky. I'm still trying to get it myself.