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"You can know the name of a bird in all the languages of the world, but when you're finished, you'll know absolutely nothing whatever about the bird... So let's look at the bird and see what it's doing - that's what counts." Richard Feynman.

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A smallish poem, for the storybook project.

Posted by Vert - December 10th, 2008


Sol Lucet Omnibus
or
Why danger lurks everywhere

Glittering down, upon the earth,
Millions of stars, stared with mirth,
At the events, terrible to see,
Happening below, they laughed with glee.
For of all the things, that'll exist in the morrow,
Stars are those, who'd laugh hardest at sorrow

But what on earth, could be there,
To make the smiles, that now lay bear?
We shall soon see.

For us to begin, this bloody tale,
Let us start, with a man so pale,
That when he goes, to sunny zones,
His skin does shrivel, up to his bones.
'More like a zombie', this poor chap must hear,
And even worst offenses, with patience so sheer.

Not a bad man, despite his condition,
But not a good man, with a bad disposition,
But even so, his fate was not deserved.

On the day, I mentioned before,
He left his house, apparently bored,
At another day, another fight,
Another cycle, another rite,
But walking along, covered up well,
He suddenly started, feeling unwell.

Oh what could await, our 'hero' to be?
What kind of fate, we shall soon see.
For the climax is coming.

He had started to sweat, as he felt the sun shine,
For a mistake he had made, it was all in his mind!
He wasn't enclosed, as believed when he left,
In fact he was nude, which would lead him to death,
For when the light, hits on his arm,
The damage produced, is a terrible harm.

In seconds the skin burns, leaving him puce,
And making him fall, followed by puke,
For no man can stand the pain he receives.

For after the skin, gone with such haste,
Follows the fat, which toasts in its place,
All of which leads, to a blissful expiration,
A most blessed fate, for the rest is no elation,
On the contrary we find, that not much is there,
In a few minutes, down to bones and hair

And so we have reached, the moral of this poem,
One that is child's play, and carefully chosen:
Always wear sunscreen, even when clothed*

*After all, you can never be sure if you're really dressed or merely gone crazy!

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To those illustrators interested in this, I'd recommend either doing this in 5 pages (i.e., one page for every 9 lines) or making a page per paragraph (for a total of 10 pages).

On the other hand, all sorts of other divisions are possible, feel free to experiment.
To any one who doesn't know what this is about, check out this link.


Comments

Still think it's very rude of you man.. Very rude indeed

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Haha! That's hilarious. "Delightfully morbid" completely summarizes how I feel about it.

Thanks. That's close to the mood I was going for.

Haha(!) .. oh dear.

Hmm. I liked this poem a lot. ^_^

Thanks!

I absolutely love this poem/lyric thing of yours and would be elated to illustrate it, feel free to roam through my posted images to see if you like the style, and would like me to do it!! :D
Awesome work, cheers.

How can I turn down such a loving request?

So sure! I mean, I'm not quite sure if your drawing style is what I had pictured when I composed the poem, but I'd love to see what a talented artist such as yourself can pull off.

I'll PM you and leave a message too.

Hey man I would really really like to illustrate this poem it's fantastic.
I think it fits my morbid art style very well.
Here's a link to my art thread so you can have some reference
<a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/bbs/topic/1026320">http://www.newgrounds.com/bbs/topic/1 026320</a>
Dude I really hope I can work with you on this if not too bad , but Hope you pick me
"Gives really creepy wink"

I rather like this! You made writing with wit seem simple with this poem; toying a with expectation with some morbid humor. I'm certainly liking your diction from what I've read.