Mood and Meter for Pulpy Poets

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Need help getting the ol’ pulp vibe kickstarted? Do some poetry! No, wait! Come back! I’m serious!

All this recent talk here and there about the old role-playing games got me to feeling rather keen on the old, pre-CGI days of my mostly misspent youth. So today I whipped a neat couple and then after church quickly blew out a bunch of images.

The rules are simple:
1. Six lines, the last two being a repeating couplet. Or not!
2. Four solid beats per line, like a war chant. A must! None of that faux Greek 5 beats per line nonsense. This ain’t for your classics professor.
3. They don’t have to rhyme at all. Unless you want them to!
4. They don’t even require complete images. See 3., above!

Just let your imagination fly, and have fun. Here’s the stuff I just finished:

Dark clouds part on ivory sand,
Jungles wreath deep canyons walls,
Shadowed giants-stone in mist,
Deep and deeper floats a light
Far beyond an unknown sea:
That is where I wish to be.

Bright corona, circle gate,
Pinpoints flashing in and out,
Wheel and turn, bright field of stars
Frontiers beckon near the rim
Far beyond the Terran sea:
That is where I wish to be.

Six-armed goddess, carven jade,
Green swords flail, death she brings,
Slice and parry, weave and kick,
Closer toward the pit we dance
Far beyond an unknown sea:
That is where I wish to be.

Eldritch head and golden eye,
Teeth like swords that promise blood,
Scale and sinew, neck raised high.
Heft my lance and spur my horse–
Far beyond an unknown sea:
That is where I wish to be.

Goblins gibber, bold knights yell,
Broken bodies on the plain
Armies pause, the Hunter sounds,
Armies charge beneath his horn
Far beyond the unknown sea:
That is where I wish to be.

Ship in spacedock, soldiers chase,
Be alert now; let them pass
Seven letters in my pouch,
Seven planets, seven kings
Far beyond my galaxy:
That is where I wish to be.

Down the hallway toward the gold
Mouth on pillar sings a tale;
Riddles warn and pillar shakes,
Thrumming echoes, distant drums
Far beyond the unknown sea:
That is where I wish to be.

–Knock yourselves, guys!