korsun0 | 13 Sep 2011 4:57 p.m. PST |
My "far from Wordsworth level" offering
Stuck on a shelf, all covered in dust, The last bit of impulse, the last "I must
" A bit of undercoat here, a bit of primer there, The shirt painted on this one, on this one the hair. Romans and Gauls from this maker and WW2 as well, Napoleons legions still on sprues, bags and boxes, too many to tell. I'm going to have a clean out, get rid of old ideas, The stuff that I've had sitting there for months or even years. Its time to purge, its time to cull, its time to thin them out, The next big thing is coming! I just can't do without! The Upper Puddle Duck pond war, now I'm getting keen, I ‘ll have everything painted, and run the game at DreamOn 2013, 100 of this, 20 of that and yes definitely a unit of them, Need some books, need some paints and then I'll start again. The package is here, the package is here! The new toys have arrived, Nice big box, bubble wrap, did the spears/guns/bayonets survive? But wait what's this on the Marketplace, an X mil army put on there, Oh the nostalgia, I had them once, I've plenty of shelf space now to spare. I'll put them here next to the Pond war figures, cleaned and primed and based, And then I'll just check TMP, see what else may be going to waste
. And now they are stuck on a shelf all covered in dust, The last bit of impulse, the last "I must
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Rogues1 | 13 Sep 2011 6:38 p.m. PST |
I Know I Suck Some call this hobby an addiction Others consider it an affliction But when I roll the die or to paint I try One does not have to make a prediction It is nobler to face death than to fear it As I move my troops I can hear it The sound of the guns But of course I roll ones So now my Army is in deep s##t My wife does not understand me at all She thinks my brain is so small If she ever knew The extent of my crew The divorce lawyer she would call |
Bill Owen | 13 Sep 2011 9:43 p.m. PST |
Fog of War: Not all on table, Nor off it. |
Bill Owen | 13 Sep 2011 9:47 p.m. PST |
What a coup d'etat. And such poetry is not a low coup but a high coup! |
Dan Wideman II | 13 Sep 2011 10:54 p.m. PST |
The Wargamer A lad not yet in teens Last picked for every team Would read late into night To gain just some insight Into the men who went before To the bitter drums of war. A young man now he hears the cry Of jocks and others who go by And taunt him with the words of shame Just because he plays a game. They call him nerd and geek and ev'ry epithet In evening he finds solace as he storms Chapultapec. A grown man out on his own He finds those of like mind. And games until the dawnlight comes with others of his kind. By day he's just a student. At night he gives commands It brings him peace and comfort From all of life's demands. Home and family take their place And games fall by the side. 'Til one day father takes his boy And shows to him with pride The ranks of colored soldiers His oldest dearest friends And tells his boy the stories Of the games that never end. At last the gamer passed along To the game room in the sky. His soldiers go on marching To refrains of, "roll a die." |
korsun0 | 14 Sep 2011 9:18 p.m. PST |
Have I won yet? Make it so! I need more money on terrain to blow! |
korsun0 | 14 Sep 2011 9:19 p.m. PST |
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Editor in Chief Bill | 15 Sep 2011 5:13 a.m. PST |
Update!Second-place prize in the contest will be a gift certificate worth at least $100 USD from Hasslefree Miniatures. |
GuruDave | 15 Sep 2011 7:12 a.m. PST |
As the lead gives way to pewter So my youth gives way to age. As the student becomes the tutor So my naiveté turns to sage. My life turns less from bigger things As I sculpt and paint and flock, The miniatures life is everything, from country farm to city block. My little men do what they're told My little women never grow old.
They sit upon my shelf and wonder When into battle they'll next blunder. |
Guynemer | 15 Sep 2011 8:16 a.m. PST |
The Typical Games Workshop Employee He talks to himself in sole confinement, mutters like a recluse, He's achieved a lot in his life; a full box of spare plastic sprues. Hoping that some misfortunate lad is next to come in and peer, So that may begin the pestering, the disposition most queer. Waiting with beady and hungry eyes, for a customer through the door. When someone finally walks in to buy, he leaps and bounds in the store. "Hello there, have you got this issue?" He froths at the mouth and uses his sleeve as a tissue. The shopper just ignores him, sits on a chair to rest, But the staff member continues from behind the hobby desk. "How about the new version of the Leman Russ?" No wife for him; Finecast damsels satisfy his lust. "Have you seen the latest Wood Elves, they're more magical in this edition!" But the customer's only interested in new Chaos Demon renditions. "Just a blister pack of Demonettes" the weary man exclaims, "Demonettes, the Emperor's Foe!" The air guitarist with a boom proclaims. Swipes a card, rattles the cash, the chirping of a till, Rammstein crashing in the background, the eardrums' shreek so shrill. "And would you like a bag with that?" In a happy temperament, "No thanks" says the customer, to save himself the embarrassment. For it is frowned upon in society, to carry a purchase from that place, To be a Games Workshop customer is the world's most damned disgrace. |
Johnny Aces | 15 Sep 2011 8:31 a.m. PST |
Do we have a deadline? I'm thinking of throwing something together but am a notorious procrastinator. |
Editor in Chief Bill | 15 Sep 2011 9:41 a.m. PST |
I'm thinking of keeping this simple, so why not work this like any other TMP poll – when this topic sinks to the bottom of the board, time's up, and we have the vote. (Or, at least, round one of the vote.) |
Martian Banshee | 15 Sep 2011 9:47 a.m. PST |
Warzone, Chronopia, also VOR of dying games, I can't take any more Warmachine, Hordes, Malifaux require new piles of lead, you know FoW, FoG she said no more new lead you see every game in which I play and one or two playtest suffers the fate of a dying day and still I won't protest so treat me kindly with respect should you meet me one day perhaps I should give my touch of death to Warhammer and Forty-K |
Lerchey | 15 Sep 2011 3:16 p.m. PST |
Ode to a Gamer My wife can never understand, how I carried out my plan so grand. My cavalry did sweep the hill, in fact they may just there still. Artillery did crash and boom! Death laid waste across the room. My infantry could show no fear. My dice are hot, my foes despair. And when the battle's said and done, we clean it up – that part's no fun. Wife doesn't understand you see, those little men will die for me! While in the world life can be harsh, each day goes by as a forced march. But Saturdays alive with joys, as I field my happy little toys. --- Man, I hope that that doesn't suck as bad as I think it does. :) |
The Dozing Dragon | 15 Sep 2011 4:02 p.m. PST |
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as gentle dice roll and humility. But when the blast of war blows in your ears, stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood and watch it all unfold on SKY. |
Mister X | 15 Sep 2011 4:42 p.m. PST |
Rolling heaps of dice, These dangerous generals only kill lead men. |
Mister X | 15 Sep 2011 4:50 p.m. PST |
Sung to the tune of "My Way" At last, my time has come, I must face the final curtain, My friends, I rolled two "ones", I will croak, of this, I'm certain, I've played some crappy games, I must say- not in a shy way, But more, much more than this, I lost in my way! |
Pijlie | 15 Sep 2011 9:16 p.m. PST |
Oww. Wahat a shame. I only see it now and it is over already. Can´t you extend it over next weekend? |
Stronty Girl | 16 Sep 2011 2:12 a.m. PST |
It is over yet? If not, here's my effort: While wargamers sleep deep each night In their games rooms an amazing sight Little men stir in the bright moonlight And happy they are not "Hey Bob, still not undercoated, I see." "When will he get around to painting me?" "I was bought in 1993!" And they feel all forgot And some minis with critical eye Cast their gaze on their fellow guy Look at the paint job and cry "Why?!" And begin then to plot "We have siege engines, cannons too." "We have tanks from World War Two." "We have spray paint – and lots of glue!" And revenge will be got So paint 'em quick and with care Lest while you slumber unaware Unpainted armies climb the stair And murder will be wrought |
Jlundberg | 16 Sep 2011 8:20 a.m. PST |
Celts and Romans going at it like hammers and tongs Insane postings of obscure songs The random fact or tidbit that makes your day Despite the drama I cannot turn away TMP is a fantastic source Whether the color of a bricole or how to paint a Horse |
Binky the Wonder Pig | 16 Sep 2011 2:25 p.m. PST |
I like Dan Wideman II's best so far! Binky says "OINK" |
Binky the Wonder Pig | 16 Sep 2011 2:25 p.m. PST |
Here's my drivvel "Little Metal Men" Little metal men of mine Take me back thru the mists of time Fighting for all that's divine Most bought at Brookhurst Little metal men of mine Some are plastic, and that's fine On victory soon they all shall dine Or die in the dirt Little metal men of mine History or Fantasy, I just don't mind "Et tu Brute" say my friends of fine Virtue on their part Little metal men of mine Painting them is so sublime Doing so keeps my sharpened mind From drinking Thunderbird Binky says "OINK"
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Old Contemptibles | 16 Sep 2011 2:46 p.m. PST |
Poetry? Okay turn in your man card. Come on hand it over. Come back when you grow a pair. |
DisasterWargamer | 16 Sep 2011 5:58 p.m. PST |
Charge Ringing in my ear The staccato beat of our drummer The distant bugles to our right Yes Sir, I hear The oppressive heat Flashes of cold steel Waves of smoke ahead Yes Sir, the beat Uncle Tom, neighbor Conner Up ahead Right behind Yes Sir, the honor Free the colors to fly Follow me boys I have the flag Yes Sir, I die |
Mister X | 16 Sep 2011 7:57 p.m. PST |
One O'clock A.M. at Historicon Sweaty hands throw dice, Stinky mad gamers argue, Can you say "geek-reek"? |
Mister X | 16 Sep 2011 8:11 p.m. PST |
A Hopeless Situation High on a desert hill, I am ordered to defend this lonely outpost. The British 7th Army against my poor Italians. |
Mister X | 16 Sep 2011 8:20 p.m. PST |
The Empire Strikes Back At ten fifty-one, I really have hit the wall, my Black Orcs have lost. |
Mister X | 16 Sep 2011 8:24 p.m. PST |
Live and Let Die Can this truly be? The James Bond has been captured by Doctor Evil. |
Pijlie | 17 Sep 2011 3:51 a.m. PST |
In that glaring light they stand in line Their weapons gleaming, their uniforms fine You´ve brought them there for the world to see To stand and vanquish, not tun and flee But at that moment when they stand their last Bullets spent, the dice being cast Back-to-back and steely-eyed The enemy trembling at their sight Then rings their motto clear and true! You painted us! We´ll die for you! |
Bayushiseni | 17 Sep 2011 4:43 a.m. PST |
We are the Lead Living Longings Your bones break like old roof tiles Your clothes rip like a sail in the stormy sea We bite your tender flesh with dry old teeth We smell old and buried – aaahhh – we are the lead. Your music calls on us – stingy and avid Your laughs hurt our empty chest plate You are beverage for us and we are not thirsty or hungry We wander endlessly – aaahhh – we are the lead. We are a phalanx of bow and spear and axe Corroded by time and rust and oblivion and dust We march towards your house and nothing will stop us A locked door is an embrace – aaahhh – we are the lead. We growl low and long a scary and undying sound We wish for your tender lips in a tight kiss Our maxilla closes on you like a nutcracker And your screams are bliss – aaahhh – we are the lead. Some of us are mourned – but just for a short while Eternity erases all human strings except one We say we won't kill you if you love us truly But we rip the heart from your chest without a thought. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
We are the lead
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Bayushiseni | 17 Sep 2011 4:54 a.m. PST |
The Envious Song He stood there so proud and bright His armies coloured and shiny under the light I moved my sad under-coated troops around My tactics were better, my dicing was sound His painted men layed there scattered on the ground
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Ancestral Hamster | 20 Sep 2011 8:51 p.m. PST |
Song of the Veteran When I was new and shiny, The kettle-drums they beat, Ranked I was with unprimed lead, And pushed forward to defeat. Felled by stone and khopesh, on the tabletop we lie, but I never die. Now primed and based, the Eagle I did meet, With gladius and pilum, We marched upon Rome's street. Crushed by Punic elephants, on the tabletop we lie, but I never die. Proudly painted now, Plunder's call was sweet, Our longships beached on Saxon shores, and thanes scampered in retreat. Hewed by huscarl axes, on the tabletop we lie, but I never die. Slightly chipped and battered, Le Petit Tondu we did greet, The armies of Europe fled before us, And until Russia, we mowed them down like wheat. Sabered by angry Cossacks, on the tabletop we lie, but I never die. Sadly scratched and bent, I sweated in Tombstone's heat, We bushwacked the Earp brothers, but they shot us down like skeet. Shot by lawmen's bullets, on the tabletop we lie, but I never die. Stripped and painted fresh, We waited with the fleet, Breaching Festung Europa, The sands of Omaha I did eat. Torn by Wehrmacht mortars, on the tabletop we lie, but I never die. Far from Earth I find myself, part of an Emperor's elite, Ultramarine blue armors us, as we battle alien deceit. Burned by plasma fire on the tabletop we lie, but I never die.
Scorched and cut, shot and torn, on the tabletop I lie, but I never, never die. |