[(Zl-eye-f)-nea]

Here is what has already been given:

Marvolo:
Song for Bob

Prince Lewas:
Song: Dawn Mist

Aldwin30:
Oh tree with a shriveled head..
For you my blood will shed..
Because you have cared for me everyday..
And always listened to what i have to say..

Intrigue:
Lonely Tree, Lonely Tree,
Are ye still alone as I sit by Thee?
Watch those who pass along the road,
Naught of thought of you or me.

Kouros:
Ancient Tree both tall and broad,
Full of leaf, flower and fruit,
Cool shade and refreshing dew,
What wisdom did you hold?
Secrets of power ripe for plucking

Withered now and twisted of limb
Barren and blighted by power unknown,
What will it take to renew your vigour?
Daily we care for you begging and pleading

Show leaf, show flower, show any sign at all
That one day you’ll be green again
Proud, and straight, and tall.

Khalazdad:
Tree, tree of life,
Loreroot’s avatar and sigil,
Survivor of droughted strife,
Standing such a lonely vigil.

Guarded by these mortal men,
Sleeping, smoking, telling stories,
Of distant woodsmen, Kith and Kin,
Harkening to faded glories.

Sleep well, sapling of old mother,
Slumber in peaceful contemplation,
In this, the age of Sister and Brother,
Safe from evil and isolation.
Guarded by these mortal men,
Harkening to faded glories.

Kouros and Tzaroth747:
Bob, noble Tree, lonely but not alone,
You stand as a silent sentinel, and gather about you strange creatures of beauty,
A mix, each on their own of a different make,
But all sharing a similar love, a common purpose,
You, most worthy, to you we devote our affection, our kindness, our protection,
Water, and nuts, and hugs, and fertiliser,
And other nice things, all of these we shower upon you,
As we both walk along with busy plans,
Or stop to stand and admire your quiet beauty,
Friends, you have, friends enough to make the enemies keep their distance,
Ever aware of our staunch vigilance,
Fear not, great Tree,
For your protectors are watching.

Ledah:
Burn, Bob,burn!
I really wanna watch Zlei yearn,
As he realises tis all for naught,
And you’re your ashes in an Urn.

Purple, green or orange fire,
I’ll make you into a Sacred Pyre!
I really wanna burn you, Bob,
Burn, burn, burn =D

Z:
Bobby is my favorite Tree
By his side I love to be
and when he blooms excitedly
I often faint with pure glee!

Some thought that tree was surely dead
From it's protectors they often fled
Protectors shot them in the head
Hide the bodies...garden shed...

Oh Bob the Tree you are divine
you have a new friend in Aqune
who'll help us conquer Dst
now wouldn't that be lov-el-y

[(Zl-eye-f)-nea]

aldwin30: Bob i wish for you the gift of movement
aldwin30: The only worthy and needed improvement
aldwin30: Sight would certainly scar your visage and grace
aldwin30: You would see the world living in disgrace..
aldwin30: Speech will denyof your ambience and solitude
aldwin30: Which will certainly erase my will and fortitude..
aldwin30: Hearing shall give you nothing but pain and suffering
aldwin30: It gives your a plethora of memories not worth remembering...
aldwin30: With movement you could come with me to a better place..
aldwin30: A place away from this one...towards a kinder and gentler race...

[SageWoman]

Oh Bobbie! Your so Fine! You Blow Zleis Mind! Hey Bobbie!
Oh Bobbie! Your so Fine! You Blow Zleis Mind! Hey Bobbie!
Hey Bobbie!
Don't you know you stake his heart when you branch
out to his Hand? Hey Bobbie!

[Blackwoodforest]

For a actual reason:
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Blooming days

Once there was a lonely tree,
guarded by his friends, thats we.
A guardian left to brief his mind,
has left another guard behind.

Then there came a smirkingly clown,
her feet had baby coffins us there shown;
tried to harm the wooden friend;
but the guard a message sent.

He called for help the other guards,
The came swiftly with strong arms.
The villain had at least not choice,
just break it up and make some noise.

To say a thank to his guard,
The wooden friend gave him reward.
He bloomed for him in all his glory,
This day wont be forgotten ,don’t you worry.
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By Blackwood

This post has been edited by Blackwoodforest: 26 June 2009 - 11:30 AM

[Grim Angel]

We don't need no Bob Guardians
We dont need no nice thoughts for Bob
No friendliness to the dumb thing
Hey, Guardians! Leave them Haters alone
Hey! Guardians! Leave them Haters alone!
All in all it's just another tree by a wall.
All in all you're just another tree by a wall.

Another Bob by the Wall

[(Zl-eye-f)-nea]

From: Mysteria Blue

Ode to Bob

Tree that needs protection
You honor us with a reflection.
Seeing you with leaves
Would allow me to spread the rumor that you are the King of Trees.
Drink much water and grow strong
And honor us with your rustling song.

[(Zl-eye-f)-nea]

From Asterdai


Entwined in The Weave

The Great Spirit, The World Tree,
the vast forest of the life and the song
woven in its roots are you and me,
there is a feeling here, its where we belong
wandering this forest, trees tower above
alone now, i am keeping you near
i may lose my way but never your love
in my heart now, i have nothing to fear
we will allways be together, though you are gone
in this vast forest of our life and our song.

[Totenkopf]

[Grim Angel]

We SO need a Anti-Bob song.... maybe I should hold a contest for it :P Quick! Send in your ideas!!!

[Phantom Orchid]

A Memory Against Forgetting

He gave me his hand,
this old tree
blooming between forked branches,
leafless
and fruitless.
His
hand
that unbound, while it wrote,
the weave
of
a
destiny:
the days and the months and the years.
Time
scribbled
in his face,
wayward,
meager,
as if
to dispose all of the lines and signs
of his birth,
until, little by little,
the air would construct what it saw
and establish it there.

Long lines where the depths were,
complementing chapters
for the years of his face,
dazzling symbols,
and equivocal fables,
asterisks-
whatever the shadows forgot
in the old
isolation of spirit,
or dropped
from the sky and the stars,
was scored in his face.
Olden
and bardic,
with pen never fixed
on the river that spills
through our life
or the nameless ones
who attended his verses.
Now
on his cheekbones
the whole of
the mystery
charted
in cold
revelations:
the little
unvarying
slights
of the forgotten,
cut hard
on the page of his
forehead;
and
starved as the beak
of the majestic winderwild,
journeys and waters
had shored
on the dearth
of his
nose
their shadowed
calligraphy.

If only I
I could summon
the blaze
in the cinder,
a flower
in the hands of
a poet.

Now
his clothing
forsook him,
he lived
in the void
of his clothes.
All the bones
of his
body
drew close to
his skin
and vaulted him upwards:
a bone man
displayed, a bony
procurement,
a lessening tree
gone to bone, in the end,
a poet
put out
by the scrawl
of rain
in the unquenchable
downpour of time.

I left him there,
nimble with dying,
walking toward death
as one who awaited the presence
stripped to the bone, like herself,
in a darkening path;
each by the other,
they moved
toward a
crazy girl's dishevelment,
toward the sleep
we shall sleep out together,
whosoever
we are: a woman
with
a withering
flower
in
her
hand,
fallen
to dust.

This post has been edited by Phantom Orchid: 19 November 2009 - 07:50 AM

[Malaikat Maut]

Once reasoned men's appeals were lost on me
why they should life repeal for such as thee,
with fragile limbs so scarce to even bloom,
and call thee by such famed non de plume,
why one and all their heart's compassion flows
as water from their hands in your repose,
and how they rationed actions to be good
which lessened lives of men to that of wood,
but now it is in wisdom that I see
that things are sometimes more than what they seem,
and now it is in truth that I should know
that yours is but a symbol born of hope.


Edit:
Whether out of coincidence or something more, Bob began to bloom immediately after my recital of this to him. I had always thought Z was crazy...:))

This post has been edited by Malaikat Maut: 25 November 2009 - 07:47 PM

[Asterdai]

.tip.
.of the top.
.reaching skywards.
.branching outwards.
.the cream of the crop.
.those apples a dangling.
.so deliciously tempting.
.and the crisp of the crunch.
.So, my memories will stay.
.for all eternity this way.
.although you are barren.
.so pale and grey.
.nothing.
.to fear.
.no need.
.to cry.
.you are.
.here.
.and so.
.am i.
.stay.
.here.
.amidst.
.warm.
.arms.
.oh how i wonder now.
.what my life would have been.
.if i were you and you were me.

[Asterdai]

O.o mines like kouros's! except his is a lot better, dang :P
(well if it had to be anyone i reallly dont mind it kouros's!!)

i love reading all these poems, too many really funny or nice bits to single em out, nice collection :)

[(Zl-eye-f)-nea]

They are really cool, I love reading them. Loving the design on your last one Aster.

Z