Cup of Altador
By Gmcrazy

Who could want a single thing more
than the handsome cup of Altador?
The slimy slurp of slushies slung
is just the thing that one adores.

Make some noise, Krawk Island team.
You can see the trophy gleam.
Ensure Roo Island's chance to rise
is only a figment of their dreams.

Stomp. block. BOOM.
Jump. kick. ZOOM.
Other teams are crushed with sorrow,
victory cannot be borrowed.

From the crowd a steady pulse.
Defence cannot help convulse.
Pirate eyes break goalie's soul
and win the game by sheer impulse.

Next year it will come again.
Time to break the Island's reign.
But pirates are most cunning folk --
Krawk Island's legend will remain.

The Eternal Flight
By Scarletspindle

On molten breath and fiery wings
To the joy of flying he does sing.
With gaze ablaze in twilight dim,
Happily he hums his hymn.

Of what does singe in icy air
And how he does not need nor care,
All life is and shall ever be
Is soaring high and gliding free.

'Round the Terror peaks he dives,
And over frothy seas he thrives.
Swooping through the Island's trees,
Loving and kissing the tropic breeze.

Time is no foe nor is it friend
As he takes his journey once again.
Neopia's skies are all he explores
During the dusk that he adores.

Though dearest friends think it's a shame
That he wishes to fly and not be tamed,
He knows best he desires no home,
But foreign lands in which to roam.

He sees the ground as only a chain,
So constantly windborne he remains,
Since all he desires is to be
A Scorchio flying fast and free

The Brightvale Wheel
By Anjie

Some whisper wisdom dwells within,
And yet eternal does wheel spin...

The spinning wheel grants many things,
Who knows what fortune wisdom brings?
Each turn may bring a secret gift,
A word to make one's spirits lift.
What wonders lay in Brightvale's wheel?
What secrets does each turn conceal?

A gracious phrase?
Another turn?
A priceless gift?
A hint to learn?

So standing in the rambling field,
No hint does dwell of what's revealed.
A coin is dropped, the wheel doth start,
One hopes for wisdom to impart.
The greatest truth to understand,
Is knowledge dwells in Hagan's land.

Your fate does spin,
Upon that wheel.
The rapid pace,
A sight surreal.

Some whisper wisdom dwells within,
And yet eternal does wheel spin...

The Unhappy Skeith
By Aidan_hood

Huge? Ferocious? Terribly Scary?
Words used to describe the Skeith.
But this upset one member of the species,
It caused him years of grief.

Wherever he went, these opinions followed,
Neopia could not understand,
That he wasn't nasty, didn't like to scare others,
He wasn't one of the brand.

Seamus the Skeith, he just wanted to play,
Longed to have his own friends.
He was jealous of the Kougras, out in the fields,
Time with them he wanted to spend.

Don't doubt the fact that he had tried,
Hundreds of times before.
But each time he tried, others just ran away,
Even without his ferocious roar!

Seamus slowly became much more depressed,
He gave up, didn't even try
To play outside with the other Neopets,
He just sat trying not to cry.

Now Kerry, a Kacheek, she'd heard of Skeiths
And been told to stay away.
But she saw one staring longingly out the window,
So invited him out to play.

The look on his face was a picture to see:
Shock with a glimmer of joy.
He wasn't used to this kind of attention,
So wondered if it was a ploy.

But he thought he'd never have this chance again,
So he swiftly ran out of the door,
Sprinting toward the friendly Kacheek,
Through the fields he quickly tore.

The other Neopians stared puzzled at Kerry
As she welcomed Seamus with glee.
They ignored the attention and began to play,
Seamus finally felt he was free.

That was the start of this young Skeith's new life,
It certainly wasn't expected.
Yet he showed to the world that he wasn't a bully,
And, finally, he was accepted.

Professor Hugo in the Eyes of Scoffers
By Soaringeagle25

Do you believe that dead old myth?
A fantastic lost island? Pah!
Even Jelly world is more tangible than this!
. The very idea is one gigantic flaw;
Why bother, Hugo, it's a waste of time.
Its obscurity is a just a crime!

Did you believe him, Professor Hugo?
A madman's lying crazed word,
The last dying act, with tasteless tact
Of Mad Murphy, he's nutty, haven't you heard?
But of course you always chased insubstantial tales,
This time you are quite doomed to fail.

You're getting quite old, Professor Hugo,
No longer young to chase your aspirations.
We'll dine and have tea, while you are on rough sea.
Your failure, I must say, will be quite a sensation
Among the scientists of higher mind.
A farcical island you will not find.

Go on and search, Professor Hugo,
Quest with all of your heart.
Doddering buffoon, you'll return soon
With nothing to show of your depart.
We wiser folk will sit and wait
While you chase your insensible fate.