Poem Drafts for DSMP Poetry Zine

[landofspaceandrainbows]

 Awesamdude

Two Haikus


Dawn

Daylight Sensor - 6
Draw back tinted glass from farm
Red dust, note block B...

Dusk

Daylight sensor - 8
Bonemeal, coffee, teeth on bones,
Fingers in soft white fur



Hannahxxrose

Rules of (Green) Thumb

Red and yellow, kill a fellow.
Red touch black, a friend of Jack.

Red sky at morning, sailors take warning!

To garden, is to read the signs,
The yellow veins which ask for compost,
The purple dusting like stars, on leaves
Which potash will mend
The thorns, which are not ingratitude to you
But a balance between love and armor.

And to garden is to wonder,
If the plants themselves had rules of thumb
In the darkness of their first continent,
When the mouths of their enemies
Followed them out of the sea.

"When roses are red,
And violets are blue,
The world is sweet,
And so are you.

When violets are red,
And roses of white,
Let your thorns be of diamond,
And your mind, netherite!"

Archivists note:  Dating from roughly 200 ears ago, several of these were found and preserved, taken from commonly used billboards around the Esempi.  Aditionally, one copy was specially addressed to Captain Puffy.  As a not, the color rule about snakes is only accurate to some regions of the server, in others red and yellow serpents are nonvenomous.  We still are unsure of what the poem is in reference to.


  
Niki Nihachu

Barchen: A Recipe for Bear Claws

By Niki Nihachu, First Baker of L'Manberg  Manberg New L'Manberg

~

2 cups of flour

A path, the soft dawn light, gold and black walls, wheat fields below

1 teaspoon coarse salt

As white as Wibur's flour streaked hands,
His pale streaked hair, his laughing unfurrowed brow.

3 cups of milk, 1 egg

Cradled in Fundy's unmaimed hand,
After the war. The sword becomes the plow.

5 almonds each, per pastry

Brought to you, arranged in stars by hands of jet and snow.

1 cup of honey,

Tubbo, so often away,

But there are two bee farms, you know
Snowshoes carry you, a spruce branch hides you,

Chipped axes and blood in the snow

Fold in the honey, score the dough
Place each almond claw-like so.
 

Stoke the oven fires well
 

Chipped axes and blood in the snow

Because sometimes, something's gotta burn

Sometimes, something's gotta go

 

Someone has to let them know

 

Ranboo

Particles, Invisible and Visible

~

The  Giger Counter hisses

I sit here

On the edge of this yawning hole

Of Tubbo's and Jack's ideas.

Surrounded by a gale of invisible particles,

And wonder, where are they going

Where are they coming from  

And what is their destination?

 

The snow falls around me

It has a color

No matter how often Hannah tells me it doesn’t

With her paintbrushes and floral dyes

A semi - color I semi - know.

Much like this semi color I am learning here

This invisible color

And so I sit here,

Between the downward drift of particles I know

And the wind of particles

I am only beginning to understand.

But understand it I will!
 

When melted, it's dangerous, but

Right now the snow lays flat

Floats downward, blanketing the rock besides me,

This crevasse beneath my feet

From which this invisible wind

Of Tubbo’s creation flows

 

And right now the snow's blanketing

The pines, the foxes, the bears, the owls, the sleeping rabbits…

I wonder who among the gods, XD, or Krysten,

Or some other god.

Looks over those,

Who rush from place to place invisible.

And who has mercy on their small forms.