Oracle: Keeper of Boons
by Waaurufu

Inside the cryptic obelisk
Great power lies in wait
Factions take exorbitant risks
To change the hands of fate

And the one who makes this possible
Who makes your dreams come true
Is the Oracle, impassible
Till victory chooses you

This glowing visage that you see;
Is she even real?
Her body is made of energy,
It all just seems surreal

Her words are ones of a cryptic seer
They befuddle even the wise
For riddles are all that you will hear,
Though we know not what it implies

And though thieves will slip and scholars quip
And zombies moan and cry,
Only one of them will take a dip
In the obelisk's basking light

So, continue your squabbles, 
Continue your fight,
Your time is coming soon,
For one day you shall show your might
To the Oracle, keeper of boons

The Aisha Riceball
by Atomicwindstorm

Oh, ball of rice,
How delicious you are
In the shape of an Aisha,
Glorious, clever quadruped.

With steamy goodness, 
Served well with meat,
Or even radishes and cucumbers,
You satiate the 'pets of Neopia.

While you may not cost much,
That is entirely a blessing.
For 'pets may have you for lunch
Anytime the stomach may demand it.

Favorites Of Mystery Island, In Haiku
by Almedha

Journey to Myst’ry
Went to visit a Kougra
Haikus don’t make sense

Red Nimmo so plain
Judge a book by its cover
Never in battle

To see the island
Coconuts pull the rickshaws
Peaceful jungle walk

Put Petpets in pot:
A faerie seems strangely pleased
Petpets, not as much

Don’t know what that is
Wears a mask mysterious
Nice Tombola Man

Broken walls, left huts
Far tomb, rise above the trees
Petpets ask for coin

Last a Kyrii speaks
Is my fate so set, or not?
Or my luck might change.

The Tyrannian Uni's Path
by Dianacat777

Sun grazes the high plateau in hues
Of dawn’s warm yellow-gold,
Where volcanoes churn and lava spews
In this grand land of old.

A figure treads across the range.
Cloven hooves strike a steady beat
On the crumbled dirt of olden plains;
A proud Tyrannian Uni.

Some Unis prance in pretty shades,
Or flaunt an air of mystique.
Not many tread in browns and greys
And care not for fur so sleek.

Draconic wings flank shoulders wide,
Green eyes hold a knowing gaze,
A shaggy coat falls down his sides,
Dappled tan in morning’s rays.

Not so pretty as his kin, perhaps,
But this grand figure has no need
Of powder puffs and bubble baths --
He has his own kind of majesty.

The Tyrannian Uni calmly plods on,
Picking across the rocks and scree.
A proud and ancient figure -- so strong
From a land of ancient mystery.

Cheeseroller
by Yarslov

Dive left!
Dive right...
Oh no, my cheese got stuck.
It is putting up a fight,
"Uh oh, that is going to cost you 8 seconds," Says the blue Techo, gleaming with delight.

My cheese came tumbling,
It came rumbling,
Fumbling,
Down to the finish line,
62 seconds... not bad time.

Will I roll again?
I have Neopoints to spend.
I give the Techo my points
And walk around the bend.

This time my cheese will win!
I place it in the holding pin,
120 meters to go.
My cheese will put on a show.
Time to start -- I roll it down below.

Dive left,
Forward somersault,
Hold cheese steady,
Dive left,
I make it to the finish line.
"67 seconds is you time," the Techo sighs.

I reach into my pockets again,
The Techo looks at me and shakes his head.
"Three times a day -- no more, no less.
Come back tomorrow 
And join in our cheesy mess."