Cosmere Limericks

[Ishar]

Moash was once a good friend

but it all came to an end

when Moash sought revenge

He became elenged

And fled the seen with a stranger.

[Fezzik]

Elenged?

[Ashspren]

He tries so hard to lead

Though he'd just rather read

But sword in hand

He took a stand

And he found a way to succeed

(I'll give a reputation point to the first person who guesses who this was! I know, it's incredibly simple, but just for fun )

[Ishar]

Elend...

[Ashspren]

4 hours ago, Ishar said:

Elend...

Ding ding ding! Sorry... that was really easy...

[Ishar]

It was...

[Zelly]

Well now I wanna try SA riddle limericks....Hmmmm...

 

There once was being of travel

With strength to throw boulders like gravel

The people did hide

Their time they did bide

Setting out spheres by the pocketful.

(pretty sure pocketful doesn't rhyme)

 

[CadCom he/him]

Umm, the Highstorm/Stormfather?

[Zelly]

52 minutes ago, Cadmium Compounder said:

Umm, the Highstorm/Stormfather?

 

Highstorm, yup!

[Calderis he/him]

Numuhuku is how his song starts, 

Makiaki is the second part, 

Aia is the next frame, 

In a really long name, 

Lunamor. Nearly large as his heart. 

[Ashspren]

I was really bored and wanted to take things up a notch, so I wrote a Shakespearean sonnet... 

(For people who are really into English and poetry, I promise this is a real Shakespearean sonnet: fourteen lines, ABAB/CDCD/EFEF/GG for the rhyming format, and even iambic pentameter.)

(Also, I’m going of the pronunciations on Sanderson’s website. There’s an official Elantris pronunciation guide.)

 

She journeyed to a land she never knew,

And married someone who’d been said to die.

Sarene learned to act like Arelenes do—

Helped people who stood by her husband’s side.

“Dead” Raoden, tossed into a city’s walls,

Saw devastation as he looked around.

Elantris leaders— he combined them all

To make a force to bring the evil down.

While wit and power are her means to fight,

He finds the secrets that are yet untold.

Solutions to the problems, they did find

While they see Aons glow brightly in gold.

So with threats gone, and foes now made their friends,

The story of the lovers has its end.

 

[Gancho Libre he/him]

LaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLa,

LaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLa.

I just don't know how

to write poetry

LaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLa.

[Zelly]

Sadeas kept him out of the loop

So Rock once made him a soup

Rock was quite mad

That Sadeas's a cad

So into this soup went some poop.

Edited April 2, 2019 by Zelly

[dashardie]

Shai is a master artiste

For the eyes, her work is a feast

Till a man named Hoid

She could not avoid

And now she is not so shy

[Calderis he/him]

Autonomy is breaking her mind, 

In a process that's not yet defined, 

Now, all should be wary, 

For Avatars vary, 

Is this "Trell" of a similar kind? 

 

He says that his true name is Passion, 

With a vision that leaves all things ashen, 

But as hard as he tries, 

And believes his own lies, 

The rhythms show truth in their fashion.

 

Harmony, the benevolent lord, 

Left the southern Scadrians ignored, 

As the new world arose, 

They all suffered and froze, 

Are these actions the seeds of Discord? 

[Confused]

Written while sitting in an airport: For @Gancho Libre, @Calderis, and @Ashspren, an appreciation...

Gancho, your poetry’s fine.
But you might consider a line
With words not just sounds
So the meaning redounds
And we all could see your design.

Cal, your limericks swallow
All hope of having us follow
Your excellent lead.
The rest of us need
Something else in which we might wallow.

[And, therefore, I move on to a sonnet…]

Oh, Ashspren! What a truly wondrous poem!
A sonnet that the Bard himself would like.
Not easy to epitomize a tome –
So many stories…which ones do you strike?

“The sound must seem an echo to the sense.”
So says the well-known Alexander Pope.
He also wrote “True wit is nature dressed.”
(I shortened it to fit within our scope.)*

For you, Ashspren, are Pope’s poetic heir,
Creating verse that satisfies his rules.
Elantris is the perfect place to air
Your entertaining use of sonnets’ tools.

But I, like Gancho, favor sounds to words.
I do my best, but sometimes I’m absurd.

* The full line goes, “True Wit is Nature to advantage dress'd. What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd…” And if you think sonnets are stupid, John Keats agrees with you:

“…beauty was awake! 
Why were ye not awake? But ye were dead 
To things ye knew not of, - were closely wed 
To musty laws lined out with wretched rule 
And compass vile: so that ye taught a school 
Of dolts to smooth, inlay, and clip, and fit, 
Till, like the certain wands of Jacob’s wit, 
Their verses tallied.”

From “Sleep and Poetry.”

Dan Simmons’ fans will recognize the resurrected Keats as a central character in his novels. Simmons’ Hyperion and Endymion are named after Keats poems. In my junior year of college, “Sleep and Poetry,” flawed as it is, converted me from pre-med to an English major. So much math and science, so little to show for it…

Edited July 26, 2018 by Confused

[Quantus he/him]

There once was a man from Sel,

Who thought the Shaod was hell,

He found a bright Pool,

And though it'd be Cool

To find someplace new to Dwell

 

[Calderis he/him]

The Sovereign gave the south back it's spark, 

Through magics which seem rooted in dark, 

The excisors are gifts... 

A Hemalurgic grift? 

Kelsier's touch always leaves a mark. 

[Fatikis he/him]

When the north did burn,

God gave it little concern,

When the south proceeded to freeze,

Sazed ignored their pleas,

Harmony's morality is a growing concern.

Edited August 21, 2018 by Fatikis

[Calderis he/him]

Chiri-Chiri, ravenous eater, 

Devourer of Light, Fused beater, 

While she eats all that glows, 

She surprisingly grows, 

Her saddle will be a five seater. 

Edited April 29, 2019 by Calderis

[Calderis he/him]

Ashravan was healed by Resealing

Though his mind was Beyond all healing, 

They pulled Shai from her cell, 

Pretended all was well, 

And held her with a Bloodsealing 

 

So with only a mere hundred days, 

She must craft a new soul while she lays

Means by which to escape, 

With a room to reshape, 

And a few other slights to repay, 

 

Frava's schemes she must work to deflect, 

While on Ashravan's soul she reflects, 

Through all of these trials, 

She's not saved by her wiles, 

But by earning Gaotona's respect. 

Edited August 27, 2018 by Calderis

[Calderis he/him]

Kelsier, The great puncher of gods,

Spinner of legends via facades, 

He has so many tricks, 

Gains followers for kicks, 

All while many a reader applauds. 

 

It's weak... I'm out of practice. 

[Lunamor she/her]

There once was a girl named Lift,

Who’s attention was prone to drift,

But she always was awesome,

(Although might eat a possum),

Food was her favorite gift.

 

There was once a man named Wayne,

Many different people he feigned,

But when he loses his hat, 

His first words are “Oh drat!”,

As without it he can’t stay sane.

 

There was once a man named Lopen,

Who’s cousins numbered more than ten,

When he lost his arm,

It only increased his charm,

As it let him makes jokes about one-armed men.

Edited April 2, 2019 by Voidus

[Calderis he/him]

The new storm surges round the wrong way, 

And it brings with it darkest of days, 

A war based in falsehoods , 

His'try misunderstood, 

As the Broken One leads all astray. 

[+Hoiditthroughthegrapevine he/him]

The high king did onetime complain

Of unbearable emotional pain

Nightblood thought it was "Devi"

That he misses poor Evi

Whom he forgot once because of his bane