Hi Anime Vice! It's Friday! Since this week's blog segment got changed up I thought I would provide you with a different blog supplement to end the week on hopefully a high note. I have 3 poems to show you that I wrote as part of a school assignment. I thought long and hard about how to word these and didn't do too bad on the grade. Enjoy!
Note: For the 'The Power of Geass (Geis)' and 'Harem Boy' poems the first one is the original and the second is a revised version (the ' Desu Nōto' poem is the revised version). The poem style, in order, is pantoum, smaller than a breadbox, and persona.
The Power of Geass
Take this contract, and
Behold it in your eye.
The power of the Kings
Given by evil Witch
Behold it in your eye.
This taboo of Irish lore,
Given by evil Witch
Uphold the contract.
This taboo of Irish lore,
Granting deepest desire
Uphold the contract.
Create the world anew.
Granting deepest desire
The power of the Kings
Create the world anew
Take this contract, and
Make it your Curse
Behold it in your eye.
There is a Wish to fulfill
Given by evil Witch
This taboo of Irish lore,
Paving rivers of blood
Uphold the contract.
The King falls
The King dies before his Pawns.
Paving rivers of blood
Just another conspiracy
Create the world anew
The Power of Geis
Take this contract, and
Take it to your grave.
Given by evil Witch
This taboo of Irish lore
Take it to your grave.
As punishment of death,
This taboo of Irish lore
Uphold the contract.
As punishment of death,
Beware the curse of overlapping
Uphold the contract.
And avoid Macbeth’s fate
Beware the curse of overlapping
Take this contract, and
And avoid Macbeth’s fate
A loophole can also spell demise.
Hero’s fate tied,
This taboo of Irish lore
A type of Achilles’ heel.
Uphold the contract.
This taboo of Irish lore,
Beware the curse of overlapping
Uphold the contract.
Even if one opposes the other
Beware the curse of overlapping
Take this contract, and
Even if one opposes the other
A loophole can also spell demise.
Desu Nōto
The power of Death; of judge, jury, and executioner.
This Note, property of shinigami
Tattered and crisp, the pages fill with names.
Bring Death, for this Note makes it art
Suicide, heart attack, hit by car, or burned
Method of Death chosen by the bearer of a black notebook.
There is no escape, just as mice in a cage or the Holocaust.
Be a person good or evil it matters not
The Desu Nōto accepts lead, dye, or even blood
As long as the rules are abided by.
Nuclear bombs cannot touch this Note’s power; portable and without side effect
With the power of a Death God, one can be worshiped as a God.
Take name and face in hand
As 40 seconds passes to reveal fruition
Beware human as Death’s true owner watches over you.
The perfect crime it can create
Bending to anyone’s hate-filled whim
But 6 can be used at a time in this world
And the Note can be relinquished back
Like a used car, but with a less satisfying ending
Shinigami cometh shinigami go-ugly and bored
Who will hold this power next?
While it can be destroyed there is always another
With the same capabilities as the last
Black and full of empty pages
If the user of this Note is “caught”
Unto Shinigami’s personal Desu Nōto name shall go
And all will fade to Mu.
Harem Boy
Daisuki! Is all I want to hear
My dream girl in front of me,
Stuttering idiotically only to ask for her pen
Lost in those stargazer eyes
Why is it like this?
I cannot have the girl I like
Though like a ladies’ man
I’m surrounded by beauties
Buxom, brainy, quirky
Funny, misunderstood girls.
And me, the average everyday normal guy
Dragged into the hall by jealousy
To, be pounded by every man-hating tsundere
Panties and breasts morning and night
I need an IV for blood loss
For I do not feel the girls’ love
But more, an ache, in my heart
One is all the love I, can take
The rest begone to friend zone.
I want my harem to end
Aishite iru!
What a nightmare that was..
Harem Boy
No one knows what it’s like to be me
Surrounded by buxom girls everyday
But I’ve only eyes for one
Still, I don’t think she even knows my name.
Why is it like this?
As I’m about talk to her
I’m hauled away as if on cue,
To be pounded by every man-hating tsundere
Despite their incessant interruptions,
Those beautiful, brainy, quirky, funny, misunderstood girls
Dressed in short uniform skirts
Have a special place in my heart
And me in their bosoms.
I wake to breasts in the morning,
Sleep comes at night to the sight of panties
I do not love the ladies in my harem
Blinded, I am, by my unreciprocated and untold love
For fear of more blood loss
A decision must be made.
I want my harem to end
…Or do I?
-Will McQuigg (sotyfan16) is your everyday anime/manga enthusiast. You can also find him on Twitter (bildo_88).
