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Antidaeo

Welcome

Good Day neopian. I am sure you have traveled long and far to be here, sitting with me in this humble place. I am Antidaeo and I am a poet! I spend my time living with Musa, an inspiration to me, as well as others. Romance is my speciality.Find me pen and paper and I conjure a poem for you this very moment. Ahem!

Thump thump, thump thump .
One heart alone, makes but a single beat
A sound so low and incomplete
A heart all alone, waiting to be heard
Knows not the beauty or songs of singing birds
One heart all alone, knows not love or tenderness
It feels nothing, but has emptiness
A heart alone, searches for its mate
It waits, trust fate, contemplates
Until by chance another beat it hears
That sound it has longed for all these years
Like the timbre of a bass drum
It hears an answer, another thrum

Two hearts are beating, strong and true
The sound grows louder, waiting is through
Two hearts are beating, within one another
Searching is over, they have found that lover
Two hearts are beating, they grow and grow
Together forever, never wanting to go
Two hearts are beating, as the sun goes down
A love true, a love strong, both are bound
And as the sound gently fades into night
Two hearts are beating, this they know is just right
thump thump, thump thump ...

About Me

I was born a blue kougra in the farms of Meridell. I had a happy childhood planting potatoes and marrows. One year I even guessed the right weight! However farming wasn't in my heart. What I really wished to do was write poetry. My first poem was short but I shall always remenber it...

We praise all the flowers that we fancy
Sip the nectar of fruit ere they're peeled,
Ignoring the common old tater
When, in fact, he's King of the Field.
Let us show the old boy we esteem him,
Sort of dig him up out of the mud;
Let us show him he shares our affections
And crown him with glory—Kind Spud

My parents could never understand, being billionth generation farmers. It was all they had ever known, dirt and pitchforks. When I was old enough I moved to Neopia Central, the big city. I was sure that I would find other poets who would appreciate my talents. And in the central of everything I did find poetry brethren. The Deep catacombs were full of aspiring poets and artists. Contests were happening constanyl and the coffee shops were always packed at all hours of the day.

However the catacombs just didn't suit my style. Being a romantic poet, staying underground blocked my creative flow. I retreated to the outdoors to spend my time praising the skies and flowers. much more my style. One fine day while serenading a lovely Acara a quest was bestowed upon my family. Musa completed the quest hastily, I was not completely sure of the haste to begin with, and I promptly found myself in Faerie Land- The most inspiring land I had ever seen. I left the clouds not only with a new shade of paint, but also a renewed sense of beauty. To visit there again would be a true treat. The trip inspired me to create this next poem.

The clouds speak your majesty
In the azure sky
Lit like a picture in a
Gallery of your Visage.
It is everlasting...

A thousand years from now
The canvas will not fade,
A backlight of solar energy
Will remain to illuminate
The love of another.

Among the new budling
Cherry blossoms
I reflect on the
Things that make
You my zen.

But we shall not fade,
We will be together.

A day for me is
Not complete
Unless it contains
A perfect thought of you -
I cannot run from your heart.

In an eon,
Another professes
The most simple,
A more perfect form
Of an everlasting love...

But we, my darling,
We shall be together
Never to find loneliness again.
As one we
Dissipate into the sunlight.

It will be your light,
My heat, and love's fire.
We shall be the sky.

I am currently seeking to woo a lover yet none have come my way. To settle with one who may inspire my artistic talents would be grander then all the neopoints in the galaxy. Until then I shall continue to write short little tidbits for the passing ladies in the park. Ado.

Old fashioned movies
With true love to gain
Always remember romance
And kiss in the rain.

The only thing you have
Is the hope of his kiss
And waiting for the day
Is all that you miss

In love, in romance
Looking into his eyes
Is all you want to do
No time for any lies

He'll fall for you
And never look back
Your life will be bright
No time for dark, no black

I hope he's always there
To take away the pain
And to remember romance
And to kiss in the rain

Phobia

You may have noticed this retched mallard following me around. He is truly the most terrifying thing to ever walk the Earth and Rasa says that he has claimed me as his mother. Slash named him Phobia, even though I told him not to name it (once you name something it really is yours). You may be wondering why a small duck like creature would be so very terrifying. Well I'll tell you.

When I was younger, playing among the farms of Meridell I accidently strayed onto the land a neighbors farm. Said neighbor kept a flock of mallard's at his pond, and they were not fond of trespassers. Unaware of this I continued to wander the yard, skipping, humming and picking flowers. Out of nowhere the flock emerged and quickly chased me. I was fond in a tree three hours later with a tear in my pants. Ever since anything that quacks has sent chills down my back.

Now this Phobia fellow hasn't seemed to notice my trauma and every time I try to retrieve him so that a new owner might be found he alludes my traps or worse! He somehow manages to get the better of me. The last incident had me covered in yellow paint and feathers- very unpleasant indeed.

Little Poets

I do in fact have adoptables on this page, drawn and colored in MS paint by the lovely Musa. Not only a inspiration but an artist too. Feel free to place them on your own petpage but please do not remove Musa's name or place them in the BC etc... Customs are an option. Neomail Musa with the title adoptable in the message. Please link a picture to the pet that you want. Hope you enjoy these miniature poets!

Basic Poets

Painted Poets

Custom Pets

ART

Farewell

Thanks for stopping by. Meeting new people always leads to new inspiration, and new inspiration leads to new poetry. Feel free to stop by anytime and add my button to your quilt. Enjoy this fine day citizen! Farewell!