Saturday, June 18, 2016

Pöems for SLÜGS

I managed to get ahold of two copies of SLÜGS today.

While no person needs two copies of SLÜGS, all persons should have at least one copy of SLÜGS. For this reason I am going to give away a copy of SLÜGS, by lottery.

Entrance to this lo
ttery will be open until the 26th of June, 12:01AM PST. A winner will then be selected at random and I will mail this winner their copy of SLÜGS for free, once they provide me with an address. That’s right, I'll pay for shipping. If I didn't this would just be shopping, wouldn’t it?

The Rules of the Lottery:
This lottery will be open only to those who honor the SLÜGS of SLÜGS through the noble and refined art of pöetry, and the creation of a pöem.

To enter yourself in this lottery demonstrate your ability as a pöet of SLÜGS in the comments below. In this comment give the title of your pöem, it’s rhyme scheme, and most importantly the text of the pöem itself. Make sure that your comment (or the account attached to it) has a way for me to get ahold of you in case you are chosen by the fickle hand of fate as the winner.


A SLÜGS Sönnet is the standard form for a pöem, but any correctly executed SLÜGS Sëstinas will be accepted, and also likely honored and admired all through the hallowed halls of the OSR. Furthermore, Simple Häiku will not qualify, but Hän-käsen will be sufficient. An Öde or a Ghäzäl would also be perfectly acceptable. Off rhymes and clever umlauts are also acceptable when creating a pöem.
I'll update this pöst once the winner is chosen. Now, off to your pöetry chambers!

4 comments:

  1. The first one is a sizain, then it goes downard like a shell or something. I study french litterature, obviously I can't write any good.

    Crawling along my skin
    Cool through the summer breeze
    Both naked we begin
    To jerk and shake and sleaze
    You provide all I need
    With your slimy slick tail

    Your mantle is hard
    The tail underneath
    I crave and reguard
    I will be your sheath
    If you show me how
    (I can't really tell)

    What's that you say?
    Hermaphrodite?
    I love risqué
    And you can bite

    What are you
    doing to me
    that hurts too

    Please stop
    No more

    Slügs

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  2. Thats a great contest! Here is my poem.

    I cant walk if my legs are cut
    Cant say why the king eats mud.

    For every footprint, a trail of death.
    For every spell, a loss of breath.

    Nothing chains me to daylight, as i see my life drains under this moonlight.

    Screwed demon, filthy slut
    Come here to try my steel and win a copy of slugs.

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  3. I Feel free of comment again, just for update the poem with a title.

    The worm quest.
    Thats a great contest! Here is my poem.

    I cant walk if my legs are cut
    Cant say why the king eats mud.

    For every footprint, a trail of death.
    For every spell, a loss of breath.

    Nothing chains me to daylight, as i see my life drains under this moonlight.

    Screwed demon, filthy slut
    Come here to try my steel and win a copy of slugs.

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  4. The foot that on the humble snail
    Doth trod with hob-nailed boot
    Quakes and shivers beneath face turned pale
    Shrieks cry shrill as if from flute
    For when size reversed for all to see
    The slüg, for its brethren revenge does find
    Crushing house, cart, and man, setting nightmare free
    Leaving only slime trail behind
    Adventurers brave, wise, and mild
    Appear to fight the monstrous beast
    Yet from their chest burst the larval child
    From slime contaminated water they did drink

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