The 3rd poetry contest took place on September 9th in Greater Tibetan Era. The venue was the pub in Greenwood, which was kindly made available to us by Arianrod and which was also rebuilt especially for the occasion.
After most of the audience, jury members and participants had gathered, one of the notorious speeches began of the organizer, Cheflyriker Kargo.
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He greeted everyone and thanked everyone who had contributed to the organization, as if there were Arianrod for the gasthaus, Simon Moon for the Newbie protection, surprise, HighNoon, Bigby and Ralgar for donating the prizes.
Then he opened the 3rd competition. We started with the prepared poems.
Yackromanian couldn't wait
Here is his lecture:
(bow)
(sitting cross-legged on the chair)
(put a loud sound on the lap )
hrm hrmmm
I'll tell you a piece
that ... now
tells a true story
The ballad "Vom Baden und dem Demonen "
(a soft melody game)
(slowly louder)
(melancholish yet powerful)
(singing)
As a bard, he moved once the country
the sounds his sweetheart was
(pling)
How Brikenlaub wurd he called
Weiss No one who was the Saenger
(pling)
(melancholy is more melancholy )
(Melody louder)
(and more dramatic)
A daemon came from the dead of night
The bard's fate was now near.
The curse hit him with dark power
Broken the lute lay there!
(pling)
(sing)
In the deepest throat of hell he fell
demon brood there spoiled him
The lute never sounded again
but grim sense he acquired there
(sad solo)
(pling)
(klimper)
(pling)
(plang)
When the shadow returns at
night he carries again old Knge name
His bow now plays his songs
Weh those who ever heard it
(pling)
(sing)
As a bard I once went through the country
The lute was my dearest
(pling) I was called like birch leaves
Nobody
knows who the singer was (let the sadder and melancholy lull)
(pling)
(keep strings)
(and bow)
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The next one was Yackromanian, who had a little surprise in store
His poem (in English of course):
My poem is in english
And dedicated to the beautyful Arianrod
Silence please
Beautyful lady with Golden hair
I am in great despair
Your attention I can not get, Because you sit and fret
ABout your love far away
Wondering if you'll see the day
When trumphant he returns and his love for you still burns
But there is a question in your mind If home he will find
What if he is devoured by a creature of great power?
Who will wipe thou tears away? In the dragons belly he must stay
May I decide with heavy heart
That before his life you'd decide to part?
Give but one chance to me to rid you of your misery!
A smile to you Ill gladly give and happily we our lives will live
This your burden would not be, If you gave a chance to me!
Thank you for yer ears!
(bows)
After the cheers subsided, it was HighNoon's turn.
Good day to the gentleman and a bow to the ladies for the first time.
I just want to say that I did not write the poetry to
take part in this competition,
but for the charming young lady, in the pink robe
Yvonne
it means: The place next to me, and is completely dedicated to her
I breathe loneliness again and get sentimental
The night is drawing to a close and my mood is catastrophic
I sit here and nowhere and stare into my beer
lost in my thoughts you stand in front of me ...
What you do well I wondered a thousand times
, are you counting stars, are you with someone else or are you drunk with love?
The way I do it every day when I'm with you
I've been waiting for a nice word from you for so long
a never-ending desire, for YOU lives in me
I feel my wings grow,
it carries me away to a very distant place .. when I want to be happy with you
We never wanted to be like all the others .. we were never at home
We were always on the border between madness and genius
But we were and still are happy, but as you know you should have the day never praise before the evening
Because if you go away ......
the only thing left for me is the empty space in my heart, and an empty space next to me ....
(
Then he persuaded us to take one of those silly grinning photos:
so now it goes
so first of all a hello to everyone who is here
hm now I want to recite my modest short poem
it goes about spring and is really not long ... so i'm boring you i hope not
btw achja and thanks to highnoon * g *
spring
the days in tibia are numbered
you feel that something is missing
the buds are sprouting just
a few more days
and the sun comes out
the time of love is now there
oh, how is spring in tibia, Marvelous!
thanks ...
hehe
(bows) thanks to everyone and a big busserl * g *
Now it was KlythosZinker's turn:
First I thank shi voc
I would never by the come mountain
my verses
are a call to the royalist
and should mean subordination to the king
towards
proving
Then Kam:
KlythosZinker: shit
KlythosZinker: ctrl c
KlythosZinker: and ctrl v
KlythosZinker: is not
WoT Reporter: abtippen is hip
Ka1rgo: hehe
Alberich: wuhahaha
muesli: and what does that have to do with the king? :)
KlythosZinker: I have to type
Eldir: hehe
Jussus: CIP was muddy
Eldir:The faience of being
poet Lamentation of Clythos
Under the sun of Tibias
wild and free, especially proud
Just as I once felt
But my sun that once shone
almost as brightly as your rule
Has gone out, now there is a cold,
ruthless dark night
In the heart that only beats
To serve you noble king
This heart now bears sorrow
And this burden weighs not a little
If you are also far away I fight
in your sense, with generosity
And with loyal, bright steel from
the Monter and PKs.
So I hope to act on your terms
To be the seed that will
To the scion of righteousness
Until one day you return
on your horse in honor of Tibia
with a biblical gesture of triumph
LONG LIVE THE KING
This ended the first part, which included the prepared poems, and came to the spontaneous poems.
First here was HighNoon, who had to incorporate the terms dragon and love into his poem.
Then I once again greet everyone present, most cordially.
Then I name my few lines, the dragon fortress
and dedicate it .. you know,
not too long ago, a young warrior set out for Tibia.
It was his wish, peace and justice to bring it to the demon-ridden country
An almost impossible project ... at least initially
The young hero, began slowly.
It was difficult for him because he was far inferior to his role models in the country.
But he quickly found a teacher who would teach him the arts The young warrior, who taught
archery, tried to help every citizen of the city, no matter how distressed
One day, after a hard day, the young hero went to his favorite
pub in town. He was drinking his beer, almost like every day, when suddenly an old man came in.
He yelled: My daughter ... Help me, she's in a dragon fortress imprisoned
the hero, got big bright eyes .. he knew that his test had come
so he made his way to this scaly beast to even make out
even from wide, he heard the distressed girl the sweet sound
on At that point he fell in love with the siren-like voice,
so full of courage and ambition, he went to the dragon fortress.
Unfortunately, he didn't kill the dragon and died ....
He died ... because he wanted to help others
But nobody in the city knew who was lying under this empty tombstone.
So ... he was just another young man who died ... out of love and because he had the urge to justice.
Thank you
Then came Eldir birch leaf:
Eldir: Say the words!
Kargo: Your words are king and Greenwood
hehe
(nachdenk)
hrm hmm
difficult
but ....
hearken
A Koenig in Greenwood wurd once sought
The search was difficult
to verrucht The old candidate
was called Greedy
as a murderer, he was known
drum he thanked off
and was banned
It then came to the election of
an honorable man
aehhhhm
(nachdenk)
aehh
(stutter)
But it wasn't a QUal,
he wasn't called Hannes either.
His name is Corum,
he now rules
this forum
and don't say it softly.
Cheers to Corum the King of Greenwood.
We swear loyalty to him with steel and with blood!
(bow)
(laechel)
Then it was Ritter muesli's turn, he had the words bridge and sword:
ok 20sec notes take the
title:
The bridge of the Tibian souls and their melancholy
...
The speech of silence, the understanding of the deaf ...
The power of hope, the loss of faith ...
...
A picture appears briefly in the Sense ...
but it is worth giving away thoughts ...
a thousand possibilities
to think through more often
??? ... ???
One calculates from one calculates
how one would like to have it
and is amazed when one loses
...
as if it were a sure bet,
one thinks that you are particularly clever ...
if you are right ...
but that's all just one thing ... .
because the life always wins ....
I see the bridge want to take hold of you ...
my thoughts just like that .... reach for you
with
your hands ... but somehow they have to hate me ...
who gives life to some ...
a little harmony and Happy
...
but the dream of the heart dies quickly
....
and stabbing pain rushes back ...
the sword that sucks this pain
...
is stronger than the heart that is against (thank you for your
attention)
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The people probably didn't expect so much from a knight .....
Last came Jussus, also a knight. He got the words laugh and wine.
(fright)
(schwitz)
Hello everyone
hm
little while yet
So:
The lustigfe Knight Life
There once was a knight small
, who be very much greater
He would, like to brandish swords
and thought to have to sing
all others laughed about him
there was his knight honor towards
he proved wanted even more
aNd went into deep caves
(crap, rhymes nich)
he hit even hard monster to
and remained there quite mute
(you know ne instead to sing)
Thereupon singing bards about him
aNd no one laughed more About him
Everyone bumps into him, of
course, with wine
OK. People until then
hihi
stop spontaneously
After that he uttered a foul little verse, which we do not want to reproduce here ...
The jury withdrew to deliberate. After not much consultation, they came to a conclusion.
1st place:
may: (screenshot missing) . It was particularly gratifying that it was the
only foreign language entry in the entire competition
. 2nd
1st place:
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He said a particularly beautiful sentence at the end.
