The Ballads of Pog
By Ian Wilcox
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Ian Wilcox
Ian Wilcox is a 50+ London born man of many thoughts Although I have been penning verse for over 40 years, it was just a hobby that passed some time. Following a Heart attack and Stroke that left me, among other things, registered visually Impaired I made poetry a reason to learn to adapt so that I could write again. I have a loving Partner and Daughter who are both from the Philippines and are the reason that I smile everyday Messages for Mj is my second Book project this year following the publication of Letters to Lodieta
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The Ballads of Pog - Ian Wilcox
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Contents
The Ballads of Pog
The Ballads So far Explained
The story behind the story
The Ballads of Pog
The Ballads of Pog
There are many places out there that we do not know about.
There are many official secrets deemed not beneficial for public knowledge.
Sometimes, just sometimes, a later reassessment loosens the second but it becomes a bit of a
‘tell only if asked’ type of topic.
The Ballads of Pog falls into this category.
With the mix of events similar to those in our own history, mixed with events way different from our own, the Ballads are a conundrum that defy pure logic.
I asked the right questions, received more than I expected, then tried to make any kind of sense out of it all.
Here are the translated Ballads (by people far cleverer than me), my own interpretation of them and a brief history behind the Book.
Fact or fiction?
You decide
The Peepaloop Marching Song
Thump, thump, thump, thump
Thump, thump, thump, thump
Thump, thump, thump, thump
The Peepaloop are marching together
We are the Peepaloop
Come to take it back
With our Brother already there
We will not stand back
We are the Peepaloop
You should have some fear
We are marching, getting closer
We are getting near
Different clans but same Band
United in our cause
We are the Peepaloop
We will take no pause
Thump, thump, thump, thump
Thump, thump, thump, thump
Thump, thump, thump, thump
The Peepaloop are marching together
Our Brother far needs our help
We will that supply
We all not know him true
But that’s no reason why
To leave alone a single one
When in time of need
For the truth that’s plain to see
He is of our creed
Dear Reader
I am sure that you are now used to my usual style of writing but I have something for you that is quite unusual and, so far, unique
Courtesy of my Daughter, Mj Sumayo, I was informed about a secret exploration of planets outside of our solar system in the search for possible inhabitable worlds.
They not only found one but found both evidence of life but also records of an amazing being
Amazing so much so that their adventures were laid down in a series of Ballads
This intriguing piece of information led me to dig deeper in both the Ballads themselves but also the translation and story behind them
Please find following the results of my search
Ian Wilcox
Pog the magnificent
He wearily trudged through strange new meadows
Past weathered fences ill maintained with barest effort
Marking boundaries to farmsteads he studiously avoided, lest they find his secret
His matted fur dirty and tangled, his sword rocking on his back
At his side bounced the satchel, in it the cause of his quest
He would return a hero, an alpha male, a leader of his clan
The Orb he carried, the stuff of legends, would have the minstrels sing his name
‘Pog the runt’, ‘Pog the weak’ no longer shunned, no longer nipped
A smile broke through his whiskers
His little stubby tail wagged in pleasure as he recognised the next rise
Homeward bound and with stories to tell, he’d have the young pups squealing
He’d braved storms and rain, ventured far to foreign lands and experienced strange new sights
He’d battled Grinchkin, Marmacoupis and the feared Grysiltions and prevailed
But his sternest test and his badge of honour was the meeting with Sylimon
The dreaded lord of Ice, the evil one, once holder of his prize
But with sword in paw, fangs bared and full of cunning and imagination
He’d conquered all who stood before him – now victorious on to the Den
He would at last simply be known as ‘Pog the Magnificent’
Pog the runt
Pogadanis, or Pog for short, was the last of his litter
Born into this world with seven siblings in his brood
As the runt Pog was smaller, thinner and feebler than his brothers and sisters
From day one Pog found that to survive he would have to look after himself
Whether at suckling time, play or life in the burrow
Pushed aside, nipped painfully, generally shunned his character grew
Pog was of the Peepaloop – a rodent like creature living underground in cavernous dwellings
But two things about Peepaloops are that they walk upright using front limbs like arms
The other their amazing eyesight, day and night, and extraordinary sense of smell
Through early years, spent alone, Pog developed imagination and a sense of cunning
Curled up, ignored, amongst the gathering by the fire he listened to the lore’s and fantasised
He dreamed of days when he would find the fabled Orb and return heroically
Though a runt, filled with visions of glory, Pog began to build his form
Solitary runs through empty passages to strengthen muscle and stamina
His urge to explore the wider world developed with a passion
Fantasy became desire and the runt began to turn
Years of blind devotion to his dream began to show in Pog
He was still ‘Pog the runt’ to others but he would make them eat their words
Pog the Adventurer
Pog, now a young adult, still had the passion and desire
Break out of Keradin and see the world of fabled tales
The message in his heart and soul said ’go seek your dream’
So secretly he hoarded food and weapons made and planned his great destiny
To find the object of his visions he would have to journey to Askari
So he sought out maps from the room of all knowledge and studiously traced them onto skins
Then one morning at the rise of the second sun Pog was ready
Belting on his weapons and slinging his knapsack he silently crept out to the outside world
He already knew from experience the nature of the guards, years of study let him know where to go
Zachari was his guard of choice, lazy and prone to sleep, and his scent would cause no alarm after spending hours engaged in talk
True to form as he approached gentle snores drifted on the breeze
So with senses taught like a bowstring the dreamer slipped past to start his great journey
Once clear of the boundary of his Silver Stripe clan he paused to gather his thoughts – Fate and Fortune now defined his path
The next challenge was to pass through the lands of the Blue Crest clan but with years of peace between the clans who would notice a solitary Peepaloop passing through the Forest
So travelling by night and burrowing for day Pog showed a patience not known of his kind
Whilst the Forest was the most direct route to his first destination, the Forchuka town of Inshik, it gave him a bonus
For though Peepaloop enjoyed cooked meat – they quite happily lived on roots and berries
Harvesting what he wanted from the ground Pog not only saved his rations but supplemented them as well – Pog the Adventurer was here
A Dockyard Pog
Pog stood and stared at what was before him
A giant Turtle upside down with skewers emanating from its shell
His land locked stomach suddenly notified him that it was unhappy
For as a Peepaloop he did not naturally travel over water
Yes water to wash with and water to drink
Even a source of energy for those with better minds
But water as a road to travel?
That was a question indeed
Alas no other option lay before him
He knew that when his quest he planned
Trivial then, a source of displaying courage
Now the reality did shake him
Truth stood before him so set in stone
He was going to have to face it
And was going to face it alone
He gathered up his supplies and painted a determined face
Pog marched boldly towards his destiny
Each step nearer was a step of faith
A question of his determination and faith
The smell of tar and foreign objects assaulted his nostrils
An acid taste entered his snout
A twitch of whiskers and another step forward
So began Pog and the ship
Pog and the ship
The ship rolled and bounced and bounced and rolled
To match the feeling in Pogs unhappy stomach
Deep breaths and the taste of salt air failed to cure the feeling
Standing on the open moving deck tightly gripping the slimy handrail
He questioned what sane creature would wish to put to sea?
He tried both flexing and locking his knees to counter the movement
Neither solved the queasy motion of a cork in a bucket
Three days so far and the captain said this was fair weather!
There was nothing fair in feeling like a pebble in a drum
His eyes stung and wept from a combination of spray and lack of sleep
Yet still another week at least, providing good weather
Another creak and another groan emitted from the rigging
To worry Pog that this damned ship was falling apart
He stared into the empty vastness of nothing
Nothing that is except more sea
Even the Birds had deserted them now
They were too wise to venture out this far
Pog sighed and retired back to his cabin
Stretched out on his Hammock and stared blankly at the ceiling
A realisation suddenly leapt to the front of his list of thoughts
Whatever else, his adventure had truly begun
Pog and the storm
The wind howled like a demented Banshee
As Pog clung tightly to the rope that supported his Hammock
The waterproof skins of his bedding locked him tightly
Weightless hovering and then the thump of gravity
Pog closed his eyes and prayed again
Thrown left and right then right and left
All the time cacooned in what was once security
Now a binding before his demise
Terror and confusion filled him wholly
As nature vented with pure fuelled wrath
So sudden and suprising it took all by shock
A sea of calm twisted into fury
Pog closed his eyes and just endured
For nothing to do but endure it
He was helpless and a play toy
So just believe and see it through
But that was easier said than done
Up and down, side to side
The howls they screamed in his ears
Will we survive? Will we endure it?
Those thoughts now filled his world
Screaming shrieks of tortured rope
The bang and crash of a cargo shifting
No shouts of sailors for they were surviving
As the storm it played and played again
Suddenly the wind it ceased, silence crashed instead
The motions ceased and calm replaced them
Just creaks and groans and the thump of cargo
Pog just lay there and laid so still
Pog and firm feet again
It was a sunny day and a pleasant one
The craft approached the quay and Pog was happy
The Birds screeched overhead as if in welcome
Familiar smells of land based living assaulted his nose once again
Subtle mix of beasts of burden mixed with overcooked food
They were welcome like old friends
Gentler now was the feel of motion
The ship coasted in to sheltered waters
Battered and bruised but not defeated
Pogs respect for ‘the upturned Turtle’ had leapt in strides and bounds
Being of gifted vision Pog sighted people before