Intergalactic Summit

There once was an Adm'rl Veikitamo,
Who snarked up the comms in Hatamo.
But some Crash she did find, then soon all of her time,
Twas spent snorting off Archurs from porno.

I'd love to give it a try. But, I plan on being President around that time. I have to save that kind of magic for the speeches.

Oh well. Here, have one.

There once was a corp named PIE.
Golden Fleets filled the sky.
First there was Blake
Who FCed raids on trolleys of cake.
Now they nap on stand-by.

Wow! You guys are really bad at poetry!

Not at all. I'm not in this to criticise specific organisations, merely to provide funding for artistic endeavour. If you feel moved to make your poem about a specific organisation, however, that is permitted.

But, yes, please read the establishing email for rules on submissions and topic.

Why you always gotta get on my case Havo? Jeesh. I do it for the good of the corp. FOR THE GOOD OF THE CORP HAVO DON'T YOU GET THAT?!

SEE SHE GETS IT

I have never led a group towards a cake trolley, as it's against regulations to help a fellow officer to dessert.

Back in the Mixed Metaphor days, Faust suggested we open up a material acquisition department, for which he'd do the recruiting. I told him to stop all such talk immediately - "Faust," I told him, "I won't have anyone in this corporation soliciting a miner."

A Traveler's Tale


Through the eyes of Uttindar and teardrops of Bei,
traveled a watchman, stronger than May

By the gates of Colelie, through the nights of Deltole
His eye was of water, his heart was of stone

They saw him in Aufay, they felt him in Balle
They feared him in nightclubs, they cursed him in bars

The cry of Vylade, the beat of Dodixie
It never did tamper, it never did stop

He was not to be trusted, said the people of Dod,
he was not to be loved, said the voices of Comms.


He gained speed at Botane.

Through Sanctum and Verge,
with Darkness he merged

He crashed through the Citadel,
blasting the gates

Isoma was Null,
Cold as the Void

Wasted by reason,
abandoned by hope

His face was like winter,
his mouth was like death,

his path had been blocked,
his life had been set.


Negotiations were necessary.

Nourvukaiken said what Tunttaras felt,
but that did not please him

Tunttaras refused the passage of time,
Nourvukaiken could not tell him

Negotiations were canceled.
Voices were Spiked

A Scourge fell on Ikuchi,
and Inferno crossed into Kimotoro.


La Dolce Jita.

When our hero finally reached the fourth of the fourth,
he felled the bombs

scorch was the shrapnels,
void was concussion

There was fire,
and burning Caldari

There were cameras,
and camping canonadas

There was clamor,
and kiting Ravens.


He turned 180.

The Nighthawks were climbing,
the Eagles soared

The sky was full of Black Birds. His wing took fire.
There was no speed.

He was webbed against the wall,
his heart was impounded


He closed his eyes.

But under the dark wings of the Crows,
a cyno was lit

Nyx was its name,
Nyx was to answer

Griffins and Condors could not keep track,
Harpies and Buzzards had to fall back

Blue battled Red, Red battled Blue
Triage was imminent, the sky was compromised.


A blinking pod.

Our hero was scooped, his ship was destroyed
The Admiral knocked on the hospital ward

I thought you had left me, I thought you did say,
that retreat was an order, respecting people's borders

Forgive me, my son, said the Admiral blunt,
whoever gave that order is a damn xxxxing xxxx.

Next time you fly, you wait for your friends,
we'll never desert you, no need to despair

If you fall or you falter, we'll cover your back,
if you cry or you lie, we'll forgive you, my son

Trust me.