Young Writers Society

Wholf's Wharf.

Standing in the hollows,
There was a one eyed drunken dwarf.
Who hobbled up to me, while pointing north.
This is all that drunken dwarf had to say.
"This path leads to a place called Wolf's Wharf,
A gloomy place, short of face where this one eyed dwarf is king."

Standing in the hollows,
There was a masked man
Who hobbled up to me holding out hid hand.
This is all that masked man had to say.
"Follow this wanderer to a needy place,
When the sunlights gone then I'll show my face,
But until the eyes of the red crow are good and gone,
I'll keep on carrying on."

Standing in the hollows,
There was a giant crow.
Who's feather were crimson, showing through the snow.
When I got near this crow, he flew and I knew its time to go.
For when he left, alls I heard was "Welcome to Wolfs Wharf, remember
that the one eyed dwarf is king, and if you ever cross him,
The pain will make you sing."

Standing in the hollows,
I seen that same old dwarf,
Who stammered up to me.
And he said.
"You've seen our town, now turn around, and go, away
you heard the king, see this ring? "




The Scarecrow


Balmy still of dead of night
Clawing cat, a sore of sight
fearing things that bump in the night
here I am.. Waiting.. For the crows

Hollow shell of a man,
standing with a burlap tan.
On guard for a bit of land,
He waits... For the crows

Years and years go racing by
a big red button for an eye,
tattered clothes, they're rather dry..
He waits... For the crows

Balmy still of dead of night
Cawing crows, wish to fight.
Never to know what is right,
here I am.. Waiting... for the crows

"Really?"

Years and years passing by,
His posts start to crack and splay,
waiting for that bold, cold day,
that he fall..... To the ground..

"Can you hear them?"

Swooping in, and from the sky
comes the danger, black wings fly
circling, contemplating..

Harvest time, a pleasent day
the wheat is threshed, straw is meshed,
barking dogs, and grinding stones
plaid dressed farmer, his name Is Jones.
Drinking Jack, to pass his day
Look theres Jill, roll in hay
I'm done waiting...


And now boys and girls, its time..
For me to move on...

Sorry If I overlooked it. Anyways, here's my actual review for you TWO poems. Lol

I liked them (separately). Now am eating what I said from the first review. Lol They're unique and smooth flowing. You came up with a good story and I say it was clever. I like the characters: masked man and scarecrows. Am fond of reading pieces with mysterious characters and these two are just the best examples. Now I have to click the like button.

As I've said earlier, they are promising.

Keep writing brotherman! I see that you're creative. I hope my comments helped somehow.

Jemo

Its two different poem song things, I don't even know what to call them

They're poems, put them in one of the poetry forums. You decide where they belong. Sometimes it can be tough to figure under which rubric you want to commit your work. Is it poetry? lyrical or other? In any case, when an author is this glaringly indecisive it taints the work, it shouldn't but it does. Readers are always looking out for a hint, a little piece of the author, laced into the work itself, but when you preface this work with a confession of uncertainty, the reader has something of an idea as to what the work will be like before they begin, among other assumptions. It's hard to explain why, but even within this rather casual medium authors should must maintain a (somewhat) professional veneer. When I read I want to forget that out there, in the world, this poem/article/story was crafted by a young writer, if that makes sense? Anyway, my advice, commit all your work to the closest forum, even if it doesn't quite fit.

Anyway, these were pretty good. Not my thing - I must say - but still rather enjoyable and fresh. I would ask you where you drew inspiration for these? They really are quite unique.

JP

Well Wholf's Wharf came to me while listening to Tom Wait's music, as for the scarecrow, I used to live on a farm, and they had this big scary scarecrow that they used every year. Nothing not even a farmcat would go near this thing.