TDK writes poetry sometimes!

[TDK]

I'm in the young poets society at my school. Today we had a meeting at a coffee shop. The meetings always make me feel creative, and I scribbled a few poems on a sheet of paper.


Chief-Kills-A-Bear. (Based on this picture. Its long, so spoiler2. I don't recall, was it said we're not supposed to do this, or was that just for images?)
One summer evening on the great eastern hill
Was born a man who it was predicted would kill
A grizzly bear, a ferocious beast
And he would be proclaimed chief

Born under the sign of the eagle
He was royalty, his family was regal
He had bronzed skin, and raven black hair
And he walked with a noble air

His father was leader of the cherokee tribe
He once made a drinking bet, the loser to imbibe
A trivial bet, he lost and drank
But when he tasted poison, his heart sank

The chief fell upon the ground and died
It seemed his oponent had vied
For his position, he wanted to be
Chief, and warlord of the cherokee

The chief's son, twelve years old,
was informed, of the events he was told
He grabbed his knife and fled the tent
And off to get revenge he went

He went to the home of his father's killer
A large tent, next to the tribe's miller
He stepped inside, and watched the killer rise
He brandished a knife, and they met eyes

He leapt at the man and stabbed at his gut
A blood curdling scream filled the hut
The chief's son stepped out, cleaning his knife
He'd avenged the taking of his father's life

Years later, he was proclaimed chief
He received the headdress, and ceremonial warload leaf
There was dissent in the tribe,they didn't want him
But still they catered to his every whim

To prove his worth, he had to do something brave
His lineage didn't matter, nor the way he behaved
He set out from camp with no one, save a single mare
To prove his worth to the tribe, he would slay a bear!

He had only a loincloth, a tomahawk, and his horse
He rode in the cold air until his throat was hoarse
Just when he was going to go home, he was found (fount)
A bear appeared, and struck down his mount

He drew his tomahawk, a handmade stone hatchet
The bear was fast and strong, he knew he couldn't match it
He swung at the bear, which easily dodged his blow
He ducked and swung again, this time slashing low

The bear roared and reared up, now bleeding from the cut
The chief feared for his life, and thought back to the hut
The rage that overtook him when he avenged his father's killing
Now overtook him again, he could feel it filling

His hatchet was dropped, and he leapt at the bear
His eyes were wild, and so was his hair
He hit it repeatedly, beating with his fists
They rolled, fighting, and went over the cliffs

Not letting up, he grabbed it in the air
Pummeling, biting, he kept assaulting the bear
The bear was scared, and fighting for its life
And the chief kept attacking it, without even his knife

They landed hard, throwing up a cloud
The chief rose, extremely proud
He grabbed the slain bear, and dragged as he walked
To the village, where he was previously mocked

He let out a roar, he showed off his kill
He bragged and balked about the strength of his will
He yelled and boasted with a confident air
He claimed his battle name, Chief-Kills-A-Bear!

The second Chief poem:

About chief-kills-a-bear, I have more!
You know, the cherokee from before
The mighty indian killer of bears
I want to tell you how he fairs

He kept his bear, a half ton trophy
He got a wife. Her name is sophie!
In his adventures he met a pirate
A one eyed, bearded man, he was irate

(As a side note, you can't spell pirate without irate.)

He greeted the clearly manly man
But the pirate attacked, he wouldn't have ran!
The pirate swiped with his sword, his attack was merry
But the chief, with his bear, was ready to parry!

He hefted the bear and with it struck one blow
The pirate fell, with no "Yo ho!"
Because he was dead, he got knocked into the air!
The chief is awesome, he killed someone with a BEAR!

Pirates of the Eighties.

Gather 'round, come hither mateys!

Listen to the story, of the PIRATES OF THE EIGHTIES!

Remember the old days, dubloons, wenches, and rum
Riding the surf til your face was numb

Me beard was long, me leg was peg
Now look at us, forced to beg!

Rise up mateys, we're coming back!

Look at you black beard, you've grown fat!

Come away from the safety dance and the men without hats!

Take up your cutlass, fly the jolly roger!

Rape and pillage without a bother!

Get off that tye dye, remove your pomp hat!
Take off those bell bottoms, get rid of that fuzzy cat!

Take lives, steal what you want!

Take gold and silver, give your enemy a taunt!

To hell with ACDC, screw Back in Black!

Quake with fear, THE PIRATES ARE BACK!

Some bad things had happened, and the mood had been killed a little. I wanted to lighten the mood and junk.

But anyway, Happy Poem!
A meeting of friends and poets
(Though a couple read a poem and they didn't know it)
Its a happy occasion, they serve coffee there! (Pointed to the counter, where they serve cofee)
Be happy, no one got mauled by a bear!

Well, I did, but I punched it in the face! (Here I paused and flipped through the pages, then mumbled the next line.)

...Darn bears made me lose my place...

Oh yeah, caffeine and verse!

And people who didn't rehearse!

Come on, read your poems, the mood can't get worse!

I see you writing poems, scribbling verse in your lines.

Well STOP IT and pay attention, I'm reading mine!

...Nah I'm kidding, write your poems, or read a famous one.

DANG IT SEABASS, PUT DOWN YOUR BUN! (I wrote this line for some reason, and to make it more epic, I purchased a donut bun thing and gave it to Sebastian [My friend. We call him Seabass.], who was sitting in the front row. When I said it, I jabbed a finger toward him. He was in the middle of taking a bite, and went "Wha?" [On purpose, of course] and everyone looked right at him. It couldn't have gone better.)

Finish your poem, you're next up here! (The stage)
So come on people, put down your cup

And most importantly, dang it, cheer up!