Random Poetry Day Special

The Days Are Getting Shorter
by prulletje1852

The Neopian days are getting shorter
Soft winds are creating a chilly atmosphere
It is like they are waiting for something
For a special time of the year

At night it rains in Neopia Central
Carefully tickling the many shops
Filling the Rainbow Pool with expectation
What will come after the rain stops? 

Rushing from store to store
Alternating rainy umbrellas and hot drinks
Even with their faces hiding in warm scarves
It is easy to guess what every Neopet thinks

Maybe it is still too early
But every Neopet already seems to know
They get warm and fuzzy at the thought
What the World of Neopia will soon undergo

Currently, it is the month of Storing 
And that these Neopets sure do
Grabbing all kinds of gifts and snacks
Maybe bake some gingerbread or two

Only a few more weeks of this weather
It will fly by so soon, in almost no time
All of Neopia is secretly preparing 
For the month of Celebrating's showtime

Brewing Tea with Tavi
by endisnigh

Sitting around the fire with Tavi
Pulling out all different kinds of tea
Who ever knew there were so many to choose
I took the time to quietly peruse

The Bright Chai Tea of Strength
The power it gave would go to great lengths
The spicy beverage had a bit of a kick
This picker upper really does the trick

Healing Honey Sleepytime Tea was next
The drink far from anything complex
One sip and I already felt at ease
The pain sapped away from my back and knees

Tavi handed me the latest tea brewed
The Hot Evening Tea of Fortitude
Best for the adversity we have ahead
The refreshment clearing thoughts of dread

So many options of tea to explore
I can't wait to try some more
For now let's get some sleep
Giving the tea time to steep

A Villanelle for Rohane
by precious_katuch14

He left his abode, gained honour and fame,
Became a fighter of stalwart stature,
Fearless Blumaroo, Rohane is his name.

"Just like his father!" his mother exclaimed.
"He took up the sword and sought adventure!"
He left his abode, gained honour and fame.

Through Neopia, blazing like a flame,
Many challenges he surely endured,
Fearless Blumaroo, Rohane is his name.

Vanquishing evil and strife is his game,
Taking on monsters dreadful and impure.
He left his abode, gained honour and fame.

With unyielding strength behind his sword aim,
And a stronger heart, and a spirit sure,
Fearless Blumaroo, Rohane is his name.

The storytellers, narrate and proclaim,
Many tales of him they always procure.
He left his abode, gained honour and fame.
Fearless Blumaroo, Rohane is his name.

A Day in the Life of a Bank Manager
by nyankops

Starting with a hot cup of coffee
and maybe a pastry or four
You straighten your tie
With a gleam in your eye
And head down to check on the floor

You greet and schmooze Neopians
In your steam-pressed suit
Why not open an account?
I'll throw in a small discount
And compound interest to boot!

What can we do for you today?
Lovely to see you, sir/madam
Don’t forget your daily interest
This way of saving really is the simplest
Are you enrolled in our ultimate riches program?
 
You run the numbers, again and again
This account isn't adding up
Even a Neopoint out of place
Would cause you such disgrace
Someone is getting a write up

Another error in the customer's favour
Today has been a roller coaster
Better send over a personal note
On your clients you should always dote
And throw in a complimentary toaster!

Restoring Dacardia
by ennyra

A land ravaged by storm, 
In need of Neopia's help, 
Dacardia is in a state, 
That we just cannot accept. 

Lania stepped up,
When they needed someone most. 
Now we all need to follow suit,
And let her be our host. 

Step by step she'll tell us what needs done, 
As we slowly pick up the pieces.
While we clean up the beach, 
We can enjoy the breezes.

Unravelling new mysteries,
The further we go along, 
With the crab-bots at our sides, 
It seems we can do no wrong.

We will restore Dacardia,
To be a beautiful island without a fuss. 
Between Lania, Ariel, and all of Neopia, 
This is no challenge that can stop us!

Disco Fever Pteri Dance
by fivemilliononly

Come join this dance
Led by a funky Pteri
With Disco Fever skin and trance
it shows the groove so fancy

Flap your pink wings
Fly soaring high and make your way
You can follow the song it sings
Let yourself be free today

Tighten your head bandana
Show the world your joyful might
Move your body like samba
Left, right, left, right, all night!

We follow the rhythm together
and express your joy like this Pteri
No sorrow, just smiles and laughter
Let’s dance forever, fun and merry

A Fun Flotsam Foodie Fact
by chai7705

Did you ever hear this before?
A bit of obscure Flotsam lore
They're excellent swimmers, of course
But also: a fantastic food force!

Surely most know of that famed Chef
On Mystery Island, cooking's constant and deft
Once the cook for Maraqua's royalty
Now Mumbo Pango's got his loyalty!

Despite any ingredient he may lack
This Flotsam Chef never does slack
With a bit of Neopians' help
His dishes are top quality, like Kelp!

Speaking of Maraqua and that,
Though it may just be rumours and chat
Some say that Kelp's fine dining fare
Is the work of a Flotsam cook's care!

But back to the Flotsam Chef of fame
He even wrote a book! Like its name,
"Flotsam Wok Recipes", implies
Flotsams make tasty stir-fries!

It doesn't even end with one book,
There's another by a famed Flotsam cook!
"Flotsam Food" is by Chef Monsieur Lefroofroo
Who's a pro at his craft! (Unlike Chef Bonju...)

So now you are in the know
And you can make a good show
Of Fun Flotsam Facts beyond the well-overdone
When it comes to cooking, they're number one!

T-Y-P-I-N-G T-E-R-R-O-R
by 9kas

Y-O-U type and type so furiously,
As invading robots begin to accrue. 
One by one you disarm and clear them,
Successfully reaching level T-W-O!

With laser-focused E-Y-E-S you type,
Using your entire brain’s bandwidth. 
Broken robots you desperately hope for,
Or are they really just a M-Y-T-H?

D-Y-I-N-G is really not an option,
So stop those robots at all cost!
Make sure to type ever so carefully, 
Minimizing T-Y-P-O-S to prevent a loss!

Most robots are yellow, but some are red,
And others even have a broken S-Y-S-T-E-M. 
But colour aside, they’re all evil like X-A-N-T-A-N,
Foul, destructive and wholly unwelcome. 

They keep swarming in like evil F-U-Z-Z-L-E-S
As you type non-stop to valiantly defend. 
Make sure you remain U-T-T-E-R-L-Y focused
And soon you’ll reach the very end!

At last, the final robot has arrived as you're
U-T-T-E-R-I-N-G each letter, typing to the beat. 
No more robots swarming like V-U-L-T-U-R-E-S,
Just a single last big boss to defeat. 

You fervently hope the game will be A-W-A-R-D-I-N-G
The avatar for your heroic gameplay. 
Game over, you’ve scored 3580 points,
NOOO! You scream in H-Y-S-T-E-R-I-C dismay!

All Players Are Welcome Here
by tatyanne

Hello, Neofriend, you need not fear,
For all players are welcome here.
We shall hold every Neopian dear,
Whether, straight, bi, ace, or queer.

Perhaps you do not have a label–
We still gladly invite you to this table.
Together we explore land and fable,
Enrich Neopets in the ways we are able.

The community truly has come so far,
Pushed for representation like superstars.
Join us–simply come just as you are–
Here, every single player is all on par.

We can express ourselves in a safe space,
We shall spread the love in many ways.
On Neopets, many have found their place,
And we celebrate this warm embrace.

Players need not fear or hide,
Show your identity with great pride.
Rainbow colours reach far and wide,
The future of Neopets is rather bright.

Land of Jelly
by dragonlord812

In a place not on the map,
there's a land as sweet as sap.
It's a world that doesn't exist;
listen well and you'll get the gist.

It's mainly made of orange jelly,
but don't try and fill your belly.
They'd be mad, I have a hunch,
if their home became your lunch.

But if you wish to have a taste,
you're in luck, though you'll be paced.
You can have but one a day;
then the Keeper gets in your way.

You can also buy some jelly food,
sure to brighten up your mood.
Or maybe play a jelly game;
submit your scores and gain some fame.

But we all know this place isn't real.
A land of jelly would be a big deal!
But keep looking and it may be true;
Jelly World might be waiting for you.

Baby Vandagyre's First Flight
by neoaggie99999

The Baby Vandagyre gazed towards the sky 
Watching as feathered friends flew overhead 
It too, had dreams of someday flying high 
"So I'm going to start today!" It said. 
 
Hopping up on branches of a nearby tree 
It held out both of its blue wings and jumped 
Plummeting straight down to the ground - ouchie! 
But it bounced right back up off its sore rump 
 
Climbing once again for another attempt 
Charging into a leap off the branch's tip 
And landed back on the ground in discontent 
Leaving it wondering if it had slipped 
 
Again and again, the cycle repeated 
Leap after leap, and fall after fall 
There'd be no quitting until it succeeded 
For determination wins in the long haul 
 
Practice continued, 'til day became night 
And although it could still not yet fly 
The more important lesson in taking flight 
Was just deciding that it'd learn to try.

Ruffpy the Grey Korbat
by bittersweet52

Ruffpy the Korbat is sad as can be
He's partaken too freely of all the candy
Sweets are his vice and he just can't resist
But now his intestines are all in a twist

Something is disagreeing with his little gut
And now he feels as if he is stuck in a rut
His stomach feels weird and his head aches a bit
All he wants to do is be quiet and sit

Meanwhile his Petpet is running about
Biter's only volume is a mid-level shout
Their Glack just stares with its small beady eyes
At least it is quiet - a welcome surprise

So Ruffpy lolls there with his hands on his tum
Feeling quite grey, just laying on his bum
Wishing his future could slip into the past
How long will it take to feel better at last?

Is there any respite for a Korbat of Grey?
Will ever there come an uncloudy day?
Without paint, can he ever feel emotions of joy
Or is he destined to just be a sad boy =(

Perfect Pairs
by ningkov1

Chocolate alone is divine
Even better when you combine,
So many pairings to chose from 
Enjoy and scream out YUM!

Chocolate and coffee are a match 
In a Waffle Cone the perfect catch,
Head to the Coffee Cave to try one 
Sit back and have some fun 

Chocolate and pizza surprisingly tasty 
Eat it slowly and don’t be hasty 
Savour the sweet sauce and topping 
So much sugar for days hopping 

Chocolate and asparagus seems strange 
Once you try it your thought will change 
The Asparagus Chocolate Cupcake a must 
In this combination place your trust 

Chocolate and Caramel a standard pair 
So tasty it’s impossible to share
The Caramel Hot Chocolate perfect all year 
The popularity of this pair clear 

Chocolate and bones a spooky mix 
The Chocolate Bonebread hard as bricks 
The taste is still delicious,
Though the bones are rather suspicious 

Chocolate and Chias go well together 
The creamy treats light as a feather 
For a hungry Lupe it’s perfect
To real Chias remember show respect 

Chocolate and marshmallows are a delight 
Just don’t give a Marshmallow Grundo a fright! 
Food Neopets are never for eating
Only friendships and greetings 

Chocolate and Neopets a great design 
A lucky zap and you’ll shine 
A Chocolate body topped with cream
The ultimate pairing dream!

Make Him Cry, Make Him Laugh
by tylerhuyser

In a cavern deep beneath the Money Tree,
You will find the Neopian Catacombs,
A place where painters paint and writers write,
And the Poetry Contests calls its home.

Judging our haikus, odes, and ditties,
Is a poetry veteran, the Poogle, Alstaf,
Do you wish to win the Contest?
Then be sure to make him cry, make him laugh.

The Poogle has an innate sense of rhythm,
Rhymes and meter are devices he just knows.
As flames dance upon the Catacomb walls,
Alstaf reads each poem aloud with his eyes closed.

A black beret and a goatee patch,
He is Neopia's last true beatnik.
You better come to one of his performances
Trust me, they are an occasion quite scenic.

A click of his paws and a tap of his foot,
As he sways to the beat, lost in the art,
He'll snap his fingers when something rings true,
And you'll know you’ve won when he clutches his heart.

the dreaming aisha, imiya
by grandcypher

An Aisha lays atop her bed, in ever fitful rest
her dreams a nightmarescape of sums, of overbearing tests.
Within her sleep the numbers crawl and skulk and haunt and fright
and leave young Imiya adrift a restless slumber's night.
By day she toils upon her desk, in lethargy she wallows
and knows that should she chance to sleep, the Babaa will surely follow.

With hooves a-clamouring against the moonlit farmland's field
the Petpets jump and bleat and flock; the Aisha's fears revealed.
Add one to two and four to five and multiply by six --
with each equation solved onwards the watchful clock face ticks.
And should the timer at last lapse, and should alarm be rung
poor Imiya shall find herself again the woke among.

Yet fluffy, leaping friends alone do not to torment work,
for too a bouncing Blumaroo throughout the nightmare lurks.
"Dear Imiya, you know you really ought to try to study
for failure of this test your perfect streak will surely muddy!"
A gleeful grin spreads 'cross his face, with sceptre raised in hand
and one fell swoop sends Imiya to waking wonderland.

"Just one more night," the Aisha cries, to anyone who'll hear,
"just one night's sleep before my test or failure's sure, I fear."
As sunset looms she rests her head and drifts to slumber deep,
and awaits the kind Neopian who'll let Imiya sleep.

So should you chance to find yourself within the starlit valley
where the Babaa frolick happily, you mustn't dilly-dally:
For the peace of mind of one young Aisha waits within the dream,
where the algorithms ever onwards spook and scare and scheme.

The Auctioneer Scorchio
by aquaantoni

In Neopia Central, lies the Auction House. 
In there, lots of goodies for you to browse. 
Step right up and place your bid. 
Time it right or he’ll forbid. 

But who is he, you may ask. 
Only the best Scorchio for this task. 
The Auctioneer runs this place. 
Thousands of auctions held in this space. 

No one is better for the job. 
This Blue Scorchio ain’t a snob. 
He keeps a tight and organized flow. 
If he doesn’t, the auctions would move too slow. 

His uniform is green and a dark shade of red. 
A vest on his chest and visor on his head. 
Gavel in hand and ready to call. 
Winners line up right at the wall. 

His deep green eyes the colour of cash. 
I hope you brought lots, it’ll be gone in a flash. 
“Going once, going twice, and now is sold!” 
Try some auction sniping if you’re feeling bold.