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Firefly: The Complete Space and Sci-fi Kit: A Full Vornheim Hack | Wrathofzombie's Blog
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The Glory That is Me. A blog of Role-playing Dorkiness! June 22, 2012. Firefly: The Complete Space and Sci-fi Kit: A Full Vornheim Hack. I’ve been mentioning this for awhile and it’s finally done: Firefly: The Complete Space and Sci-Fi Kit- A Vornheim Hack. I like running sci-fi games for my group and it usually is either Star Wars or Firefly. Currently I am running a Firefly game using Savage Worlds instead of my own Firefly: Hurtlin’ Through the ‘Verse. I just wanted to try something different. Basical...
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Poet at Jaybern: Alliteration Based On The Letter ‘S’ Slip Slop Slap
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A poet strives to reinvent himself following a road traffic accident in 2008 in which he lost his old self. Wednesday, 20 June 2012. Alliteration Based On The Letter ‘S’. Alliteration Based On The Letter ‘S' - Slip Slop Slap. Silver Stallions Surge Shoreward. Spray Sprung Skyward, Splits Sunlight,. Sending Sparkling Shards Soaring,. Subverting Sapphire Sky’s Splendour. Slip Slop Slap, Sun Screen Splatters,. Sharp Sand Sticks Spoiling Smooth Silky Sheen,. Sand Scratches, Scours Sensitive Skin;. Alliterati...
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Poet at Jaybern: Emotions High
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A poet strives to reinvent himself following a road traffic accident in 2008 in which he lost his old self. Tuesday, 18 November 2014. Image: A Barroom Brawl - Anton Otto Fischer (1882-1962). The theme for last nights Open Mic was; 'a poem based on an article in a newspaper or magazine'. The Guernsey Press headline; "Mourners involved in Town fight", caught my eye and the following poem was the result. I hope you like it. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust;. Down into the ground,. Down into town,.
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Poet at Jaybern: Visitors
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A poet strives to reinvent himself following a road traffic accident in 2008 in which he lost his old self. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Image Source : The Charioteer People part as I glide through the crowd head at chest height. Mothers tell children ‘mind the man i. Alliteration Based On The Letter ‘T’. Image Source The other day I wrote an Alliteration based on the letter S, This was quite a bit of fun, not to mention a bit of a challeng. I think the poem and the video say it all! Storm in a T* Camp.
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Poet at Jaybern: Alliteration Based On The Letter ‘T’ The Thirst
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A poet strives to reinvent himself following a road traffic accident in 2008 in which he lost his old self. Friday, 22 June 2012. Alliteration Based On The Letter ‘T’. Alliteration Based On The Letter ‘T’ – The Thirst. Tears The Torrid Troposphere. Thick Thorn Thicket Trammeles. Teasing The Thirsty Terra. Then The Torrent Triggers. Trickles Twist Together,. Then Tributaries tear trenches. Through The Terracotta Terrain. The Tide Tremulously Trumpets. Transient Throngs Traipse Traditional Tracks,. As for ...
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Poet at Jaybern: Dash
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A poet strives to reinvent himself following a road traffic accident in 2008 in which he lost his old self. Saturday, 27 December 2014. This poem is based on an event which took place on a range in Brecon when my section corporal used a 7.62 Self Loading Rifle fired from just behind me to simulate enemy fire. Funny old thing; the second drill; 'Reaction to Effective Enemy Fire' (Dash, Down, Crawl, Observe, Sights, Fire) still rattles through my brain every now and again. Water burst in the air,. 27 Janua...
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Poet at Jaybern: The Third Bench
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A poet strives to reinvent himself following a road traffic accident in 2008 in which he lost his old self. Sunday, 7 April 2013. Image Source: John Buchanan. Yesterday we had beautiful weather here in Guernsey and I took the opportunity to take a stroll out along the cliffs at Icart. In recent years there have been times when I wished the cliffs were steeper here, but yesterday I was determined to take a walk. On my return home I wrote the following poem, I hope you like it. I went for a walk today,.
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Poet at Jaybern: Christmas Morning
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A poet strives to reinvent himself following a road traffic accident in 2008 in which he lost his old self. Thursday, 25 December 2014. Merry Christmas everyone, I thought I would post this short poem inspired by memories of my father throwing my new 'paratrooper Action Man' out of a first floor window, whilst I stood below looking forward to my go;-). I hope you enjoy the poem and once again; Merry Christmas. Giggles erupt from the huddle. Excited nudges, toothless smiles. To grasp treasures within.
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Poet at Jaybern: The Pause
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A poet strives to reinvent himself following a road traffic accident in 2008 in which he lost his old self. Tuesday, 11 November 2014. I was in town this morning at 11:00 hrs. This gave rise to the following poem, I hope you like it. The siren wails,. Its caterwaul blankets the town. In the sound of yesteryear. Then, at eleven sharp,. The dull thump of a canon. Echoes through grey streets. It bounces off granite facades,. Sweeps over ancient cobbles. Like an invisible broom. An eerie silence descends.
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Poet at Jaybern: Benches Galore
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A poet strives to reinvent himself following a road traffic accident in 2008 in which he lost his old self. Sunday, 15 February 2015. In April 2013 I wrote a poem called ' The Third Bench. The poem described a short but very painful walk I took to a bench on a cliff path near my house. For some it was not easy reading. Two years on and I've been at it again. I’ve been working out hard. In a pool and the gym. Has it been worth it -. The effort put in? A jog on the cliff path. I’d best take a phone,. Poste...
