Gelert Day Special

Famous Gelerts Everywhere
by honorrolle

Practical pranksters everywhere
Plot and snicker and plan and stare.
When month of Eating rolls around
Morton G. Firefly, everyone he astounds

Of Morton he is quite contrast, 
Cunning, daring, handsome & fast.
The clever gelert, prince of thieves,
Obliesk and Galem, Kanrik achieves.

A decade cursed a decade woe’d,
Fierce protector, strength Bruno showed.
Cave dwelling then friend discovered,
Neovia’s curse broken, but the same coloured.

Grumpy Gilbert always farming berry,
Visitors Meri Acres Farms, his mood make wary,
Slouching with his pitchfork, slinging dung not slushies,
Perhaps he is so upset he sells berries and not plushies.

Seeking spells and avoiding jinx, 
Spellseeker Gelert is busy me thinks.
Get all the spells correct or else,
Cursed library inscribes incorrectly with celts.

Trapped in an elevator with friend,
Neopia, help did lend,
Helena Gelert not a fan of V2,
Friendship with Billy, Sarah and Karai ensue.

Subbing in to take over for Embith,
Cibaire’s inexperience Altador struggles with.
Promising to say the least, 
Lyvon, left defender had been unleashed.

Injured during training 2018,
Tandrak Shaye is living the dream,
Darigan guard on the Altador Cup,
Their chances this year are looking up.

Gilbert's Gripes
by cookiez101

Every day I tend my pastures
Watering, clipping, trimming, keeping clean
Here are my companions: there is nothing I love that is not green
Plants cannot speak, but none of that matters.

Well, if you give me a coin or two, maybe three
You’ll have free reign to pick berries, filling a woven bowl
There is no day better than one outside exploring every inch and knoll
That is, if you’re asking me.

Now, there is no puttering
Many travel far and wide to see my farm
When the clock ticks by, there’ll be no smarm
Neither any sputtering or muttering.

I try to be fair, not mean
But it’s a difficult living out here
Especially when everyday new dung appears
And your beloved farm cannot even be kept clean!

Rayn Trueshot's Daily Practice
by precious_katuch14

Rayn Trueshot has some lofty goals,
Like making it in the archery honour roll.
This Gelert simply won't stop
Till he has reached the top.

Each morning he rises for Ultimate Bullseye,
Truly, a remarkably diligent guy.
Bow and arrows in hand, he marches forth
To demonstrate his skill and worth.

He fires one, two, more than three shots,
When it comes to practice, he puts in a lot.
The Ixis say he hogs the archery range,
And find him just a little bit strange.

Rayn Trueshot pulls the bowstring back,
The arrow thuds into the target with a whack.
A true shot, but the Ixis roll their eyes,
They've seen this trick dozens of times.

The Gelert's arrows continue to fly,
As the sun steadily rises into the sky.
Ask him to take a break, he says he can't,
He doesn't stop till his quiver is spent.

Rayn Trueshot competes each day,
Constant practice is the only way
To accomplish his one true mission
To one day be Ultimate Bullseye champion.

My Mosaic Gelert
by miraday

Piece by piece, I’ll put you back together
Like a classical frieze, a chilly blue scene.
Mosaic tiles pile like purple pictures
In the shape of a Gelert pouncing.

Once you were a whole glass figure,
Now the gaps between your parts
Reveal you more imperfect— better,
Flawed with character, a glass heart.

Gold trim hugs you like a necklace,
And curves your tail like a lanyard.
Yours ears are on runaway races
With pieces placed half haphazard.

When you run, I imagine you sound
Like armour clinking, a mirror breaking.
I think the sun would go twice around
To see its rays on you reflecting.

Your lithe dreams are almost contained—
The rigid form assumes itself a bell jar.
Yet, my Mosaic Gelert is less strange
To obstacles than to his own repertoire.

I promised to make you whole again
And so I did, blue glass incarnated.
Hope can be fragile like porcelain,
But my Gelert is steadfast like mosaic.

'The Gelert Diaries' Shanty
by whale_56

A long time ago in the year called two,
A young Gelert coloured steely blue,
Rode on a raft to find pastures new - 
The lands of the frost and cold.

A shopkeeper with the name Elwyn,
Set off on foot with a hopeful grin,
Never too shy and with thick skin,
Out to the frost and cold.

Then when he found someone,
A Nimmo traveller almost done.
Halfway there he found the one
With tales of the frost and cold. 

Elwyn was not one to fail
And so he found a Zafara male
Said to wield the mighty sail
That goes to the frost and cold. 

The journey may have been quite rough
But the Gelert boy was mighty tough
Enough to think he'd made it up
When he got to the frost and cold.

Happy Valley stood right there,
With no Terror and with no scare.
Elwyn had no Fuzzie Bear
for he got to the frost and cold. 

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Some still say the tale of him,
The Gelert boy that was Elwyn,
and on this day to his brethren
a happy Gelert Day.

Oh, my loyal Gelert friend!
by liumai

My feet are held warm
and so is two third of my bed taken over,
my furry, fuzzy, cuddly friend.
So brave you have been waiting all night long,
no barking, no howling, no complaints
about waiting for too long for the next walking.

Opening my eyes fills them with pure love and joy,
since my view rests on you, my beloved Gelert friend.
Suddenly you recognize me staring at you and my heart is melting when you respond with a
„woof!“ and turn your snout towards my face in order to give me a cute, wet, little Gelert-kiss.

„I know, it‘s time to get up!“, I respond and look into your happy, bright, expectant face.
You hardly can‘t wait for your food bowl to be placed in front of you, I can see it in your eyes, but brave as always you just wait patiently and hope for me to finally fill that bowl.

„Good boy!“, I think when placing the bowl in front of you and you hastily devour your feed and leave a mess, but I don‘t care and just clean it up, because I‘m so happy that you are, too!

Grey clouds are filling the sky with a huge amount of drenching rain and I‘m just exhaling in annoyance and complaining about the weather „why does it have to rain, now?!“ - but then I look into your patient and lovely face again with these big, expectant eyes and I know: for you I would walk through storms!

Putting a raincoat on and not to forget about the rubber boots! - and, of course, my brave and lovely friend, I‘ll dress you up in a raincoat, too! Let‘s finally go outside and take a walk!

I feel cold rain falling onto my face, but somehow it also feels refreshing, because I‘m with you and you‘re with me!
All of a sudden, it stops raining and as of nowhere the most beautiful rainbow in all of its colour varieties develops!

A fresh smell of flowers and plants makes its way into my sense and all I can think of is to be thankful just to share this beautiful moment with you, my little barking friend!
Happy as you are, you jump up and down and I know: it‘s time to play and throw some sticks!

We‘ve been playing all day long and in the end we were surprised by a wonderful sunset which we‘ve just calmingly watched turn into the starry night sky.
As I‘ve recognized a shooting star, I wished for this moment never to end!

Oh, my sweet little Gelert, thanks for being such a great, loyal and brave friend!

The Brave Little Gelert
by dierenlover5

"Can we go for a walk?" the Gelert asked with a whine.
"Just to Hubert's Hot Dogs is fine!
We'll be quick and grab a snack!"

And off they went to the Neopian Bazaar
but were stopped in their tracks by Balthazar
who was launching a vicious attack.

Half the shops were ransacked by now,
but Defence Magic had made a stand somehow
and the shop keepers fought back.

The Gelert immediately grabbed a shield
and bravely entered the battlefield
to add another defender to the pack.

Faced with all this opposition,
Balthazar abandoned his mission
and vanished with a loud crack.

The little Gelert who entered the fray
was now the hero of the day
and awarded with hundreds of hot dogs in a sack!

Gelert Day
by darkhound45

Gelerts are loyal. 
Gelerts are smart.
Gelerts can be royal,
and be good at art.

They love to run
and burry their bones.
They have plenty of fun
While talking on phones.

One is yellow
and well known.
Strong is this fellow
While berries are grown.

Who is the he?
One might ask.
Who can it be?
Such a task!

He wears a torn shirt
and carries a rake.
It's the farmer Gilbert!
Now let's get some cake!

With you 'til the end
by celinedgd

You, Gelert, loyal,
Answering every call,
To us, family,

Fetching
Finding
Swimming

You can do it all
Big and small

But think about yourself now,

For you, we will be there,
Always someone to care

For sometimes, Maraqua's waters
Can be stained
And any can be trained
Not to tell a soul

So if ever you feel yourself ghoul

Desperately trying,
Desperately crying,

If you ever need,
Reach a paw,
The ice will thaw.

I want to see 
Your cute tail wag
My sweet loyal friend,
Forget my bag
I'm with you 'til the end.

The Yellow Gelert
by beatlemania_

The Yellow Gelert is a kindly being
His eyes are warm and deep
His long ears can hear cries for help
And his strong legs will get him there.

His body, long and sleek, is built for stamina
A large nose that smells danger a mile away
He may be small in stature
But his heart is larger than life.

He loves to go on adventures
Whether hiking or reading a good book
We can stop for a bite at the Giant Omelette
Or sneak through the Snowager's cave.

He's not a thief like Kanrik
Or evil and selfish like Dr. Sloth 
He's polite and gentle like Bruno
And charming without meaning to be.

He enjoys having fun with you
Playing beach volleyball or a game of make-believe
Maybe pick some berries at Gilbert's Farm
Or relax with a hot cup of Borovan.

He is a lover, not a fighter
But will defend you with his life
Always faithful, eager to help everyone
He will always be there for you.

The Yellow Gelert is the definition of loyalty
He loves to make new friends
Overall, the perfect canine to have
Just don't confuse him for a Lupe.

Happy Gelert Day!