Noromo/Bee Poetry
It is a tragedy, perhaps that some of the greatest literary minds of history were not witness to the X-files and Noromo phenomenae. The first section of poetry archive, however, proves that even masters like Shakespeare would have been Noromos had they the chance.
The second section of poetry archived here are original works of bee and noromo poetry. Artists from far and near have contributed to this archive and proudly bear the souls to the truth of noromodom. If you have any poetry that you would like to submit, please email greg@masheo.com.
Classic Poetry
Shakespeare Sonnet 18 (noromo version)
Shall I compare thee, bee, to summer's day?
Your buzz is more lovely and more temperate.
Though helicopters winds do gust their way,
The collar's lease hath far too short a date,
Sometimes too hot the U.S.T. doth shine,
And often golden plot's complexion dimmed;
"Consistency is slain!" we might have cried,
If not your brave course, bee, had kept things trimmed,
But thy eternal stinging shall not fade,
Nor lose persistance of that noromo ow'st;
Nor shall death brag that you had come too late,
When in noromo fame thy constant grow'st:
So long as Mulder breathe, without nookie,
So live the 'Files as you doth sting Scully
--Masheo Greg
Shakespeare Sonnet 144 (noromo version)
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is noromo fair,
The worser spirit a shipper, colored ill.
To win me soon to hell, the shipper evil,
Tempteth the noromo friend from my side,
And would corrupt that saint to be a devil,
Wooing noromo purity with lies,
And whether noromo should to shipper turn,
Suspect that I may never have to fret,
Since noromo truth inside me burns,
And rationality speaks not one shipper yet,
Yet constant vigilance and mighty clout,
Will noromo need to stomp the shippers out!
--Masheo Greg
How Do I Hate Thee -- Elizabeth Barrett Browning (noromo version)
How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
I hate thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when investigating strange lights
For the ends of MUFON and Deep Throat's grace.
I hate thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by bulb and projector-light.
I hate thee freely, as Gunmen strive for might.
I hate thee purely, as knows Gibson Praise.
I hate thee with the passion put to use
In my old guilts, and with my sister's screaming wraith.
I hate thee with a hate I seemed to lose
In my hallway's taint -- I hate thee with the breath,
Stings and venom of one bee's bite! -- and, if God choose,
I shall but hate thee stronger 'till my death.
-- FWM (Eve11)
Shakespeare Sonnet 29 (and 1/2)
When, in disgrace with Skinner and Kersh's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast cause,
And trouble deaf Dana with my couthless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my schnozz,
Wishing me like to one more rich in smarts,
Featured like him, like him with friends adorned,
Desiring this man's scope and that man's arts,
And what I most enjoy -- perverted porn;
Yet in these thoughts myself in full despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state
(Like to the nose at break of wind apprising
From sudden burst) sings hymns of sullen Hate;
For thy sweet hate remembered (rotten b*tch)
Is such that then I scorn my hots for Mitch.
--willshakespearegoth (invis)
Original Poetry
Bee Epic -- Masheo Greg
When I do think
upon the power
that fates might take
with every hour
I'm filled with awe
down to my knees
when I recall
the power of bees.
The hive which reeled
against false plot
and dwelled within
large jiffy-pop
waited with care
for the two
who intruded there
without a clue.
Intruders trod!
and all bees knew
against all odds
what they must do
The swarm was called
and each bee came
to be herald
of fortune-fame.
With one brave bee
his plan did take
as he the jiffy
did escape
And 'neath the collar
he did wait
without a hollar
for his fate
The time arose
the moment right
for our hero
to make his strike
and just before
the two can fling
him to the floor
he'll make his sting!
O rapture! Glee!
What wonderous bliss!
No purpose could be
higher than this!
So all and more
with praises loud
must all adore
this bee, and proud!
For in his death
this one small bee
restored the wealth
for eternity
of that dear thing
all Philes adore
Noro-mality!1
Forevermore!
1--new word coined by Masheo Greg. Combination of Normality and Noromo.
Definition: the noromo state which is the given truth of all reality.
Bee Haiku 1 -- Masheo Greg
Bee Buzzing freely
Suddenly trapped angrily
Stinging victory
Bee Haiku 2 -- Masheo Greg
Buzz Buzz Bumble Buzz
Hey! What am I doing here?!?
I'll sting you for that!!!
Bee Haiku 3 -- Masheo Greg
Ordinary bee
Fated to great importance
By stinging Scully
Bee Haiku4 -- by Redwing
A darkened hallway
Two pairs of lips draw closer
*whew* saved by the bee
Sonnet: Two Domes -- Masheo Greg
Two brilliant domes of white like heav'nly clouds,
Shone bright, defiant challenge in their glow,
Half risen 'mong night fields of whispering shroud,
To change the fates of agents here below.
A lovers moon aloft, could penatrate,
Not one a single beam affecting those,
Who with a cautious purpose, pruposed straight,
Into the layered weaving, leading rows.
And at rows end the hemi-spheres of light,
Erupt more brilliant, yet with ominous sense,
For in unwelcomed entry lies the right
that justifies their fated recompense.
And so these domes translucent Truth proclaim
While kindred domes prepare to do the same.
Ode to da Bee -- Brianna L.
Bee
Oh Bee
It's you who set us free
And made the whole world see
That Mulder & Scul - ly
Do Not Belong Together.
If for a small fee
I could again have the glee
That crashed over you and me
When You Stung Her.
Hmm ... oh lordy, gee
I'm sure you will agree
(With me)
Mulder deserves a knee
And Scul - ly:
Da Bee.
Us Noromos screamed "Iiiieeee!"
And spilt all of our tea
When we finally did see
(Hopeful - ly)
The Bee
End The MSR.
Maybe
Woe - is - me
Say those Shipper - ry (folks)
He
And She
Are a You - And - Me!
Noooo, I plea
And this is the key:
We
(Noromos)
Trust The BEE!
[BONUS VERSE:
The
Ghee
Tastes like pee
Ye (All Hear Me)]
THE END(Y)!
Hail the Bee--ProzacQueen
(aka: Battle cry of the NoRoMo)
A dedication to the one who brings meaning to my life.
For without him, I would not be here today.
Hail the Bee!
Keeper of the spirit of the NoRoMo.
Future of the X-Files,
And Savior of my soul!
Hail! Hail!
Hear the buzzing sound!
And cry with joy at the famous sting,
Which has made him so renowned!
Hail! hail!
We watched in bliss,
(Mixed with a twinge of agony)
As he so faithfully prevented "that kiss!"
Abandon CC as your god!
The NoRoMos he did betray!
And set your eyes on the bee,
The leader who will never forsake!
Stinger...
Thy touch doth not sting!
Unlike would that rose of romance!
Let NoRoMoHood Ring!
(optional ending)
Hail the bee!
Hail!...Hail!
Forever...ours.
Shippers.WILL.NOT.PREVAAAAAAAAIL!!!
Ode to Ethan -- by Redwing
Oh Ethan, oh Ethan
Bereft are you it seems, with nary a fan
You, the first of many a martyr
To fall to the axe of the mighty Chris Carter
You, who be not haunted nor spooky
Who would not subject your girlfriend to the attacks of any Flukie
You, whose appearance is that of perfection with not a hitch
A perfection mirrored in your loyalty: never would you ditch
You, who takes the cancellation of your vacation in stride because you¹re such a sport
A vacation, I might add, that did not involve a stay at any Davy Crocket Motor Court
You, who would have protected her from the FBI¹s dregs
And with your protection, she¹d still have her eggs.
You, the one that could have done for her all of this
Yet all you get from fans is diss after diss after diss
You, whose only flaw is that you be not Fox
And merely for that many a phile mocks
But oh Ethan, oh Ethan, do not fear:
You are not completely forgotten, let me make that clear.
For there are those who at your memory do not sneer
But instead hold it very, very dear.
That is my Ode. I suppose I could add one final stanza for this group, in particular, though:
For a life with you would have been a much kinder fate
'Twould have been a life not filled with venom, ire, and hate
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