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What, not again. Get away little ones, I grow weary of your harrassment!

Listen dear poets, I would really appreciate it, and I am sure our fellow readers as well, if you would not only give a little background on your works, but share a little of what was burning inside your heart as you penned the words, how it relates to your real , non imaginary lives. We have the privelege, through the written and kept letters of JRR as to what he was going through, his private and not so private thoughts around the time he wrote things and it gives a great deal of insight in to his work.

So go ahead, shake things up, go wild as it were and share , share , share.

Now then, do let's continue this wonderful thread. I realize it is not the easiest thing to do, just sit down , and bob's your uncle you have a stellar poem to share. But honestly, I think you are all quite marvellous and I want to delve into more of those keen minds.

I would love to see each of you write poems for a bit from the point of view of the character you have picked for Planet-Tolkien. It would sort of seem as if another story is being written and we could get a clear picture of what is going on in Middle-Earth in 'real time' as it were.

so, come on then, any one ready to step up to the plate? The Mithril plate that is?

This does not pertain to middle earth, but I wrote this in 9th grade and won!!

She sat on the beach,

looking out at the water.

The sun reached across,

she smiled as it caught her.

She picked up a rock that she found in the sand,

and fingered it lightly, as it laid in her hand.

Then it cut her

The cut was fast

The cut would hurt

The hurt would last

She looked at the water as the sky grew dim

and threw in the rock,

for the rock was like HIM

Oh Estel that is a piece of immense beauty...what thoughts...amazing..keep it up friendSmile Smilie

Yes Leelee I will be back to haunt you with more poemsSmile Smiliejus let my exams be done

Thank you Odette!!!!!

I've been a bit silent for the last couple days, no, for the last two weeks, well, it's always good to know when to keep some break from writing, but as I looked at one of my writings I wrote at school (which wasn't nearly even half-way there), I got an inspiration to write, and here it is: Where is the rainbow of my dreams, hope you'll all enjoy of it. Smile Smilie

 

Where is the rainbow of my dreams

'This world is full of wonders, but it is also full of tragedy, and darkness..
 And if we do not follow our own footsteps carefully, even the safest and most familiar path you've ever walked, will become a path of death..'

Was it my fate to fall from that cliff..
why all of the gods are so silent, I can't hear anything..
I can only see the sky, I can only hear the roaring sound of a waterfall..
Is this truly the end of everything..

'And there he floated with the flow of a cold river, and so far it seemed none would be able to save him from that cruel fate, and as his last act as a mortal, he wanted to sing a song, and even as much as it hurted, he couldn't deny his desire to sing.'

Where is the rainbow of my dreams, it is so dark for my eyes to see
am I lost all alone, it is so cold, I cannot feel any warmth at all
I wonder where the stream of this river will take me
soon I can't no longer breath
All of the clouds are moving so silently
and even the sun is still smiling at me

Where is the rainbow of my dreams, rain keeps falling down
but I can't see anything
I cannot feel any pain, I can only feel the shivering touch of the rain
I wonder when my heart will cease to pound
I wonder when I'll be left all alone
Clouds are taking familiar shapes, and one of them reminds me...
Of my family and my home..

But just when he was finally closing his eyes
something strange happened, and the sun returned from beyond the clouds and the skies
And suddenly it rained no more, he saw a rainbow so mighty and beautiful, and he thought: 'Now I can pass away in peace, I don't want this memory to fade into oblivion.'

'And as he closed his eyes, his body began to glow like the sun,
and then he heard voice of the mother earth inside his head;

'Rise up, mortal one, and accept my gift, let yourself to fall to embrace of my soil and roots. I weep for your death, but if you truly believe to me, then you also know that this is not the end, 'cause deep inside your heart you know something important, you know that there is a path, which leads to the land of evergreen, but if you do not believe to me from the bottom of your heart, then you won't be able to see that path. So, make your decision, mortal one, free yourself from the shackles of mortality, fly freely as a raven, all you've to do is to believe..'

And so he chose, and he heard voice of the mother earth once more, and she spoke only one word: 'Arise...', then his spirit arose from his body and as winds engulfed him, he transformed into a raven and began to fly towards the edge of the sky, and for one last time, he looked down at all of the landscapes and forests, and said: 'And so one man passed beyond the walls of age and time, he saw the fields of green grass, and the high and lonely mountains, and then with a smile on his face he died.'

So, in the end he truly saw the rainbow of his dreams..


Written by: Otto 'Oerath Timonen

That was absolutely beautiful Oerath, it brought tears to my eyes

Bravo

Oerath, that is the second time in five minutes you made me weep.  Beautiful and you are so right about being careful with our footsteps.

Estelle, I agree with Odette, how absolutely vivid and haunting were those words. You deserved to win!

Odette, like a prospective father, pacing back and forth as he waits, having been shooed away by the midwives, I wait impatiently for another of your spun gold works of art.

I liked of your poem, Estel, it had a good feel to it, and I think you should write more stuff like that, it's always a joy to see works like that one. Also, I'd like to leave my thanks to both of you, Estel and Leelee, I didn't know did I do a good job on that lyric, 'cause I never have much time to read my works by myself, until I by chance happen to pick up a file and read it through + correct the possible spelling mistakes.

Also, Odette has been quite silent lately, I would love to see and also read more of her poems!

What is the thought behind Rainbow of my dreams,Oerath?It is so well written...bravo.It reminded me of Boromir,but then he was already dead.Is the rainbow the gateway to heaven?

I'm not sure by myself either, Odette, but it isn't really a gateway to heaven, I think.

But as I've told that I'm not even sure by myself, how my mind works, so it's rather hard to say what are the sources of inspiration for most of my writings, usually I draw inspiration purely from nature itself, or from the depths of my own mind; a lot of memories exists there, and sometimes even randomly thinking of some event of past makes me to feel like 'Yes, it is a time to write something.'

But the sentence: Where is the rainbow of my dreams points to the dreamworld, where the character himself wishes to see a rainbow in real life, but it also points to the fact that his dream is to see a rainbow, and since rainbows are true masterpieces of the mother earth, there's yet again a clear reference to my source of inspiration. Nature. Smile Smilie

The dream unfastened itself and I crossed myself in my dark bed,

I was sleepy,drunk with the beginning of the end of night,

And all my thoughts clear,solitary,jumbled in the sound of broken love,

Shifted like flames against unruly winds,

Settling down on the burrowed pillow,still and watching,

My eyes wandering in verses sung by elven queens,my heart breaking and imploding for the one voice never received,

And I wake in the bland,surreal moonlight,

Whispering agonies and laughter to the cloudless sky,

And I know my way,

My path along the grey,stubborn trail,

Without grass,water,the comfort of a star through naked boughs,

Alone like the wind on a barren beach without the sound of rain crashing into the sea,

I enter the domain of the restless,the unloved,the unbound,

Crying for the hearth,the warmth of belonging,

I speed on my way,

Distant,cold and forever at unrest,

Those tears have long been wasted,

Now I am me,one without this love of familiarity,

Now this rude earth is me.this bitter water runs in my veins,the rocks,the charred grass is myself.

Now I am no longer the one afraid,the one shutting the windows at the hoodless night,

I am Odette,unafraid,alone,breeding verses in lonely roads,

I am free.

 

Sorry it got long.Actually I just started writing what I was feeling then I thought about how Lee(2) wanted us to write about our characters ,making it Middle-earthsySmile Smilie so I just went along and it became the length of an anaconda.

My charater is a Rohirrim,neither exiled nor war weary though.A wanderer,a possible philosopher,brooding and deep yet nurturing a very shallow want to belong even if it's standing at a distance watching an open door beaming out fire light.But she is in her elements once she is alone and facing life,so she will never be bound to any place or anyone.The wild calls to her.

Well, Odette, that was very characteristic and a good piece of work too.

I've some great news, I got a lot of new inspiration today, and I began to write a story, which contains two tales that are entwined together in a good way, it also has some short poetic verses, it'll be parted to certain acts and there's clear singing parts along the way, it'll be called: 'The Hidden Waterfall of Weadóran'. I'll finish it by tomorrow.

Oh my word, you are all unbelievable to me. I read your words over and over and over and I have to say that my mind runs and courses like the king of horses along the hills and valleys of my thought. I would like to see each of you give serious thought to cataloguing your works and doing something with them.

Your poem Odette gave me the distinct feel of  Unfinished tales, the wild wonder of it, the emotions, the stark reality that shoves aside hope and victory, but still presses on. Wonderful. And Oerth are you just a fountain or what, to come up with all that vibrant imagery in minutes, how you do that is beyond me. Estel, you break me in pieces at times. How much I look forward when I can get here to bring this thread up and study it. It is truly an adventure.

Thank you for explaining how you felt ,where you were in your mind as the character you have chosen. That kindles a fire for me in Middle-Earth and she comes alive and I can enjoy her again with all the passion I had in reading our dear JRR Tolkien.

Oh , and I consider your words a sort of gift, for today , September 19th still here, is my birthday. Smile Smilie

Heh, surely both Odette and Estel have shown to us that we should wait for more poetic stuff constantly, but me, a fountain? =) that part surely brought a bit of smile to my face, Leelee. I'm pretty sure that I can finish my work today, I've got a great source of inspiration: Therion's new album, which is pretty awesome, so, it'll eventually help me with doing this quest, though I'm not sure what is the imagined length for this work, I never actually plan it, when it's done, then I know it's done. Have a nice and fresh start of morning, all of you!

Happy Birthday LeeleeSmile Smilie and thank you all for the misplaced praiseSmile Smilie

Indeed, happy birthday, Leelee, I'm sorry this comes one day too late, by the way, I found out that my new story is going to make it to journal sections, it'll be quite long story, so I don't think that I can finish it just by today or even by tomorrow, it needs time to be completed. Big Smile Smilie So, I've decided to post something poetic so you readers won't get bored so easily. And here I go. =)

 

The Call of Winter

'Though The Mother Earth controls most of the weathers of the year, the spirit of storm is restless at times, and it easily wants to break loose and bring devastation upon the unsuspecting world, and if that happens, then even The Mother Earth will have to use lot of her own powers to tame the spirit of storm once again and make it to do her bidding.'

’Rise up, my brothers and sisters, and hear the call of winter, see all of it’s storms of snow and feel it’s cold, but soft winds that blow from the distant lands of the north.’

’A great snowstorm has already conquered many towns and kingdoms, and now it is about to come to town of Ordaellon, what will happen to folk of Ordaellon, will they survive or die of coldness or worse in the hands of this cruel and raging storm and it’s heavily pouring snow.’

For many years, we’ve been wandering planlessly from land to another
Storms have not been fortunate, and snow has poured down heavily from the skies
I wonder where are the gods of north, it’s so silent everywhere
I know that there’s something wrong, I can hear it from the wind, and from all of trees, I can feel it in the air and in every breath we take

It was so cold, and the sun was already descending beyond the horizon
And for a while it seemed, that there was no hope left for us
But then... a spark of lightning fell down from the sky to snowy ground
And as I took it to palm of my hand, the coldness and our worries were long gone

’And it filled my heart with newborn wisdom and joy, and sun arose from beyond the    mountains back to sky, and it’s ever-shining light smelted all of snow from around us
and then a familiar voice echoyed inside my head, and suddenly I knew, that there was no need to be scared, there was no need to be afraid anymore..'

And then we saw the mother earth, and she walked towards us in a shape of mortal woman

And as she raised her hands to air, all of the snow stepped aside from our path
Then she only smiled, and spoke these encouraging words:

’Do not be afraid, mortal ones, I mean to harm to you
 I am here to end this storm, and show you a path that to follow
 I am so sorry I didn’t come earlier, many of you were lost in this storm
 But now, behold a path to the land of evergreen, there’s no place for sadness and things forlorn.’

’And so, the mother earth asked from one of her sons, could he end the storm once and for all, and bring peace and life back to this world and it’s lands, and so, Domir, The Son of Winter came and made winds to calm down and storm to end, and even the sky answered to him and suddenly it didn't rain snow anymore, and even the sun returned back to the sky as mightier than ever, just as we had hoped.’

And finally the storm ended, and we found ourselves a new home
And now we can utter our ears to hear the true call of winter
As in the beginning it was foretold.’

A new era has begun, and beyond the ever-gleaming sun
There lies something, that gives new hope to us
And with the guiding light of the moon
We’ll find our way to the land of heroes and renewed hope
Snow is giving us way, and as long as we can see sun, the eternal light of day
We know, that we’re not alone
The mother earth will walk with us ’till this world sees it’s last dawn

Written by: Otto ’Oerath’ Timonen

It's a story for the glory of the coming of winter, so, enjoy of it and throw your summery furs aside, bath in the cold waters of North!

Oh Oerath Last tale is superbly written.It made me cry.So beautiful are your thoughts,so deep,so sad.I'm glad I told you to post more love-parting stuff.You are an amazing writer.Keep it up friend.

Thank you both, you made my day.

Yes Oerath that was heart rending. I could feel the despair the hopelessness and then, in that flash of time and space, hope came. I felt the peace at the end and it was enough.

I think professor Tolkien's works are laced with that heavy feeling of pain and yet hope,despair and yet the need to press on because , first of all his faith, knowing we are not called to this world for just laughs but to make a journey, hard pressed with terrors and defeats, in order that at the end we might stand in the blazing sunlight of joy. And also the pain he endured, leaving his beloved father behind in South Africa as he and his mama and brother made their first journey to England and relatives. His father died and never joined his dear family.

Then the grinding poverty he endured after his mother chose to become Catholic and was rejected by the families as it were. And then of course that terrible day when the sun was blotted out from the sky. He found that mummy had died , I think from complications of diabetes or some such. The grief and the pain were almost too much to continue his life.

Also, having been taken charge of by the priest that became mother and father to him and put into a board and room situation where he met his Edith, the love of his life, his Luthien, well to have to part with her for a couple of years to finish school and then to find out she had become engaged to another, think of all the sorrow. He always had to press on, face bent before the wind, to get to the next spot. We read about the Inklings, the writing club that he and Jack(C.S. Lewis) belonged to and we read about all the times he was happily seated in a pub laughing and talking of things he loved and we get the wrong idea about his life. He was, in many respects a compilation of all the heroes he ever read about. It is staggering really.

So, I like that all of you seem to incorporate those feelings into your work. Thank you for that.

"Apocalypse"

Dance with me now, until the moon bleeds
Sing a melody of how the wolves feed
Tell me stories that make children scream
Go ahead and rape me of my dreams

Hold my pain in your heart, for one day, and give me your's
Don't you want to know me?
Or do you already know?

Welcome to the apocalypse of my future
The walking disaster that I am
The apocalypse and when it began...

Walk along with me in the rain
And you will see me hide my shame of the person I became.
Lay with me to watch the clouds
Amazing how they float right by
Lay with me to watch the sky
And see the abyss of my soul.

Hold my pain in your heart, for one day, and give me your's
Don't you want to know me?
Or do you already know?

Welcome to the apocalypse of my future
The walking disaster that I am
The apocalypse and when it began...

Since that first day, dirty is not enough to describe me
Since that first day, hatred grew inside me
Since that first day, my innocence was gone
Since that first day, your salvation was owned.

Dance with me now, until the moon bleeds
Sing a melody of how the wolves feed
Tell me stories that make children scream
Go ahead and rape me of my dreams

 

Written by Omneya aka estel

Heh, Leelee, another thanks, I'm always glad if someone enjoys of my work, and all of you here on PT, you're my best readers, and so it should always be. And, Leelee, your speech was full of truth, but I am not sure how Tolkien has inspired me in my writing, but I'm very certain that he has always inspired me to write on, 'cause his books, they're full of beauty and fantasy and (especially) always when I read The Silmarillion, I can feel how my mortal form becomes more distant and distant, as my spirit slowly floats in the air, on it's journey towards Beleriand. But well, that's how it is, and Estel, your work was quite fascinating, I may've said this in the past, but your style is quite unique, and a use of certain style always manages to leave it's marks to each story you write, and that, my friend, gives the story all of it's magic and meaning. Oh well, that's one of the ways as I see it, but hey, after this kind of typical message, I don't want to leave you without a tale, and yes, I won't ever run out of tales! (Oh damn, did I promise too much this time. Ah, who knows.) - The concept is again - winter. Enjoy!

 

Tales from the realm of secrets and legends

Chapter III : The Path of Frozen Trees

It’s so cold, but still so beautiful night
Wind doesn’t blow, silence is one with the moon’s light
And as I look at all of those snow-clad trees
Something reminds me of the path that I walk in my dreams

Path of frozen trees, path where shadows dance and live
And the snowy ground glimmers just like the stars
that are shining high above in the darkened sky

And even cold, but guiding light of the moon
Is enough to warm my heart, and snow falls down so quietly
Upon this lonely path I walk

A star just fell far beyond the horizon, and I asked for a source of light
that could help me to find something, something that was left behind
It’s so mysterious, how the gods shaped this world and all of it’s wondrous realms
Even if my words can’t be heard, I will always follow path of the mother earth

Path of frozen trees, path where shadows dance and live
And the snowy ground glimmers just like the stars
that are shining high above in the darkened sky

And even if I’d find the lost teardrops of the moon
I won’t live enough to see the dawn of a new day
All of my memories and thoughts are silently drifting away

For too long I wandered amidst the coldness of the night
Now I am only a spirit, a memory that lies in the hands of this world
But there’s nothing to grief, all of my plans were always clear, never brief
And the same path of fate lies still ahead of me, a path I've always followed

And as my body fell down to the embrace of snow, so did the last snowflake
But even though I found rest for my soul, I still wanted to see the rise of a new day
I don't know what I can find from the shades of this world, but I still must go on
This is my dream, my true destiny, and I know.. that nothing is lost to me.. anymore

Written by: Otto ’Oerath’ Timonen

Leelee if I could "like" posts I would give your last post in this thread a super like.Thank you for the insight.I don't know much about the man but his works have given me hope and you know fed on my passion to write.At times Tolkien's world was the only place where I felt alive.

Estel you are a wow woman...so graphic...you should try movie making or something.

Oerath you are so blessed.Well done you.

Oh how kind of you Odette. You know I myself knew very little of Tolkien and then I was given a set of books and as I began to read I felt transported , not to another time and place; no, strangely I was transported..Home.  It was the tale of the baker's apprentice that broke my heart first. I cannot even describe it, but I understood so deeply a couple of the characters, what they were going through and , understood the imagery that professor Tolkien was sharing. I was sitting in the library on a sun drenched day and I wept. I wept as if my heart was breaking the same as for one who has been gone so many years from home and all he loved there. And then to go to the upper deck of the ship, tossing to and fro and see land........and Home.

Estel, you do have a way of making the reader feel she is broken, lost, fragmented right alongside you. Although the imageries are Middle-Earthy so to speak, still you could be speaking of someone walking along a crowded street in Manhattan, just dying inside, just full of pain and rage and torment-and who would know unless someone took the care to look into your eyes and catch a fleeting glimpse of the person you are writing of. Very emotional.

Oerath, I like very much the contrast between the frozen trees and the dancing shadows. There s something both sorrowful and hopeful in that imagery together and very akin to the imageries one reads in the Silmarillion and the Unfinished Tales, and catches a little too of the perfume of the Children of Hurin. Thankyou.

Thanks to you both, I'm once again glad that you liked of it, to me, especially that lyric is one of the best I've written so far, 'cause that lyric just came to be, and now I'll reveal what got me to write it:

It was only during last winter, when it was a bit over -20 celsius outside (I love cold weathers), and clock was something like 11:30 or a bit more, and there I just walked forward, and it was so silent and dark, and as I smoked a cigarette and looked at all of the trees and how snow had changed their shapes so beautifully, and the whole ground glimmered just like the stars, and as I looked high up to the sky, yet again I couldn't even notice it before I actually started to sing with my low voice (it has become more like a habit). I was still so amazed of the sight, though I had seen it dozens of times before, but that time, was entirely different, I could feel the magic, the sensation of that moment and beauty of that night, and quickly I noticed that I had just sang something I hadn't sang ever before, so I turned around, went back to my home and wrote all I could remember and as I wrote for over a hour, there it was: The Path of Frozen Trees. - Result of a magical nightwalk.

Good evening to all of you, I've been away from PT for a few days, but I've to say, it was a good weekend, I left my hometown with my friend on friday, and we went by car to Finland's capital city, Helsinki. We went to see Epica and their supporting bands: ReVamp and Kells, all of them were so supreme, I had some nice chatting with the singer of Kells (Virg), but heh, she didn't understand much of what I said, 'cause I was so damn drunk, oh well, my friend took a photo of me and her, she gave me one rockstar (energy drink) and a sticker + autograph (sort of) to my right hand (So lovely!).

Well, that's about it, Helsinki was surely a nice place, I haven't visited the town itself too many times, but I'll surely do that in the near future, since I'm going to Therion's concert on 3rd of December. But, I wrote today a sort of love story (I know that Odette surely likes of these), and since she told me to write more stuff like that, but I've to say now this: I've never had that much luck in love, but there's been some happy events in the past, but I just love to write lyrics/stories by using the three original main subjects I began with in the first place; love, sadness and despair.

So, those three subjects are the magic of this lyric, enjoy.

 

The Crystal Heart

I gave to you my only heart, the crystal heart
but you just looked at it, and threw it to the ground
And then you left, as it shattered to more than a hundred pieces
and at that moment, I knew.. that you don't love me anymore

So I fell from the edge of your world
but you didn't care, you were like I hadn't even existed
Is love like a dream? Can it really end so quickly and silently?
Am I just a mere shadow? Because... none has ever seen the real me

I don't want to hear anything, no more
I don't want my heart to be broken ever again
If there's a chance to fade away, then there's no need to stay
If it's my time to go, then I must walk through The End's Door...

My life is nothing more, but a broken glass, a broken shell
And by meeting with the death, instead of chaos, I can find eternal rest

"Where's the daylight, or is it forever gone?
Or am I dead? 'Cause I can't feel anything at all.
If it is so, then there's no need to know more
I made just one mistake during my whole life..
I gave my heart to a woman, and then she just broke it, and smiled...'  

The crystal heart, a token of love...

Written by: Otto 'Oerath' Timonen

Helsinki, the very name has always sounded magical to me.

Your words' or am I dead' so aptly describes, in my opinion, that feeling one has when one's heart has truly been broken . It is like the aftermath of a terrible accident or in my case, very much like the moment I really came to after a life saving operation. I could not collect my thoughts, I felt cold and numb and I was not sure if I was dead or alive. It is the most dreadful feeling and so is a broken heart. You have captured it very well. bravo.

To All The World......

Can I consider u a friend or would I be foolish to do so?
Should I consider u an enemy or is it too early to know?
Does our backgrounds keep us apart, so we should stay real low?

Why does the color of our skin, the texture of our hair and the languages that we speak make such a difference in how we are treated by each other and how we see and judge each other?

To whom? And how? And if we pray...is no ones bizness, but to so many...it is a reason to kill or die for.

Goverments over-throwing goverments, countries under occupation, complete genocide of races....all for what? Money? Power?

People with real needs...hunger, famin, displacement, abuse. How can we hear their cries over the bombings and gunfire?

This is where we are in this world today . this is where we stand. Not coz we were born with such hate and lack of humanity, but because we were raised in societies like this.
We can not change where we came from or who we are and what has been pounded into our heads
But we can change where we go and how we behave and treat each other.
We were all born HUMAN before anything else and as long as we remeber that...that's what WE ALL ARE!!!

So, as for myself, what language u speak, the texture of ur hair and the color of ur skin, I do not care about. You are beautiful and I understand u.

If u pray, I will pray along side of u if u wish. Never asking to whom u pray to.

What ever is happing in this world will not give me reason to turn my back to u.

I will not hide who I am or expect u to either. lets be proud of our differences and learn.

You r not my enemy....and I'd be proud to have u as a FRIEND....

Love Always'
OmneyaTo All The World......

Can I consider u a friend or would I be foolish to do so?
Should I consider u an enemy or is it too early to know?
Does our backgrounds keep us apart, so we should stay real low?

Why does the color of our skin, the texture of our hair and the languages that we speak make such a difference in how we are treated by each other and how we see and judge each other?

To whom? And how? And if we pray...is no ones bizness, but to so many...it is a reason to kill or die for.

Goverments over-throwing goverments, countries under occupation, complete genocide of races....all for what? Money? Power?

People with real needs...hunger, famin, displacement, abuse. How can we hear their cries over the bombings and gunfire?

This is where we are in this world today . this is where we stand. Not coz we were born with such hate and lack of humanity, but because we were raised in societies like this.
We can not change where we came from or who we are and what has been pounded into our heads
But we can change where we go and how we behave and treat each other.
We were all born HUMAN before anything else and as long as we remeber that...that's what WE ALL ARE!!!

So, as for myself, what language u speak, the texture of ur hair and the color of ur skin, I do not care about. You are beautiful and I understand u.

If u pray, I will pray along side of u if u wish. Never asking to whom u pray to.

What ever is happing in this world will not give me reason to turn my back to u.

I will not hide who I am or expect u to either. lets be proud of our differences and learn.

You r not my enemy....and I'd be proud to have u as a FRIEND....

Love Always'
Omneya


 

You know my opinion about your last poem OerathSmile SmilieWell done yet again.

I'm sorry to hear that Lee(2),hope you are fully recovered now .

And my dearest Estel how strong and passionate and just are you...I completely agree with your views.

Let not for the rise and fall of exchange rates our brothers' blood flow in the streets.

At times when there are thunderstorms and the atmosphere is crackling and crunching with thunderbolts and electricity in the air,I watch my niece hide under her bed,tiny hands clasped to her ears.

And I know that she is safe,it's just a storm.But then I think of places under war and I think how helpless parents feel when there are mortar shells and bombs dropping like rain and even if they hide their children under beds or anywhere they might die anytime.And I feel so helpless and sad and angry for them.Gosh I got tears in my eyes.Thank you Estel.

UNREAL

I begin to care

I begin to feel the ache behind the tears

And I begin to hope with every smile  

To find in you some semblance of the past

But you are not real

You never were

I should have known. 

 

Thank you very much Odette!!!

It is a timeless poem, from way back 1000's of yrs and sadly to our future.

You know I offten attend funerals of different religions, just to see how they mourn their loved ones.

Some are harder to get into, especially Jewish ones, they have it at home.

But still non the less, it amazes me to attend these.

Give my respect and shake hands of those who have lost...

 

Makes we wonder what they would they do in Middle earth

I know elves are immortal unless killed in battle, so what would they do? How do they say good bye?

The Hobbits? The Dwarfs?

And how each human there says good bye.... over the waterfall as Boromir?

I think it depends on what part of middle earth they were located.

 

And how their differences kept them separate .

 

makes me wish I was there to attend

Boromir's funeral is very similar to how the Vikings took care of their dead but he is going to the halls of  Mandos instead of Valhalla.

About the hobbits,Tolkien had said that they were just ordinary English people made short in stature because of their closeted ways of thinking(they exist only for the Shire,can't be bothered with tall folks' deeds etc) so I guess their funeral should be in the traditional Christian way,and I believe it is mentioned that Merry and Pippin were buried alongside Elessar,so there you go.

I guess it's the same for dwarfs,another mortal race.

And in the appendices of LotR,after Aragorn has passed away,Arwen mourning his loss travels though the deserted lands of her kin and she lies down and as one would fall asleep she passes into death.

All I knowSad Smilie

well said everyone. You know when you are suffering through something it is so intense you just try to survive, try to breathe one breath upon the other, try to stay sane. And then after, even as it fades you perhaps do not know that the stain still clings to you, the armour we put over ourselves to protect ourselves is altered and so are we.

It is when we write poems such as yours or prose and step away and then read it that we can see how profoundly touched we were from the experiences for it touches everything we do and say and write.

Thank you for sharing.

I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone
enough
To truly consecrate the hour.
I am much too small in this world, yet not small
enough
To be to you just object and thing,
dark and smart.
I want my free will and want it accompanying
the path which leads to action;
and want during times that beg questions,
where something is up,
to be among those in the know,
or else be alone.

I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection,
never be blind or too old
to uphold your weighty wavering reflection.
I want to unfold.
Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;
for there I would be dishonest, untrue.
I want my conscience to be
true before you;
want to describe myself like a picture I observed
for a long time, one close up,
like a new word I learned and embraced,
like the everyday jug,
like my mother's face,
like a ship that carried me along
through the deadliest storm.

 

Thank you for that Estel. I identified with a lot of the poem, and the last lines summed up the whole beautifully in a poignant and concise manner. There is a great deal to think about and I will over the next days. Smile Smilie

Estel, your latest poem was very good, especially the end of it, it brought a smile on my face, lately, no, two days ago, I wrote a more darker piece of work, as I mentioned, I'm not that good at style of horror, but since I was young, I've used subjects like death and sadness a lot (it's 'cause of one certain event, a dream, one could say), but at this point - I've something else to say, I'll continue about that lyric later - so, I would like to say this; even though I did not know Grondmaster so well, or never had that much of a talk with him, I would also like to leave my words of respect to him and to his family. The following are my own words, and those words may sound a bit strange to most of you, but that's how I think at times (I respect life, I respect death, that is my line). Let this be a poetic work in it's own way.

To Grondmaster: To me, life is like part of a long dream, and we aren't able to see what lies beyond the borders of this world, until that day arrives; the day when we'll depart from this world and release our shackles of mortality, and as our spirits arose from their former bodies, all of sudden, we are faced to make a decision: which path to follow? I've always thought that when I die and all of my energy of life and will transforms into a spirit of nature, but what shall I do then? Which path should I take? My religious beliefs may differ from most of you all who read this; but my options would be the following: If I would desire to continue my journey, feeling the need to do something that I was never able to finish; I'd appear as another being. If I would desire to travel as a spirit and explore all of the worlds of this vast universe, and reveal all of the secrets and see all of the things that we cannot normally see, then I'd release my spirit and be free as an eagle, after it, I would always fulfill the will of The Mother Earth, and follow her as I've always followed, but, there's a third option I would also choose. In the previous one, I could also guard all of the people who were close to me when I still lived and breathed the air of living, but since I believe to both; The Mother Earth (The Goddess of Nature) and to Odin and Thor (Two of the Norse gods), my last choice would be to make a last journey, to call for Valkyries, swiftly as wind, they would come to recover my body, and carry me all the way - even across the legendary rainbow bridge - to The Golden Gates of Valhalla - and there, I could spend my afterlife with feasting, drinking and talking with The Gods of North, eternal joy of battling from morning to end of day, drinking of wine 'till the will to sleep takes over, to me, Valhalla is just like Heaven to Christianity, it is full of joy, it is full of peace and serenity, and most importantly. It is a place where one can meet all of his friends who once passed away. So, I've come to the same conclusion as Gandalf, though these are my own thoughts, but the ending is still very similiar: Life is not an end of a journey. So, farewell, Grondmaster, even if none of the paths I mentioned are not made for you, then may you sail towards the eternal shores of the west of Beleriand, and like Eärendil the Mariner, you'll bear the torch of light and go through all of the darkness and mist and find the Land of Aman, the undying land. That is my speech, though it ended up to be a long message, I was hoping to remember some elvish phrases and words to put a good ending to this, but unfortunately I have lost the grasp of those words, though a phrase book still exists on my other computer, which I got from a once glorious site of The Grey Company (Tel'Mithrim). But now, I want to wish good night to all of you others, and as brightly and strongly as the great star of evening shines for all of us here on Planet Tolkien, it will also remind us that the memory of Grondmaster, one of The Council - shouldn't ever be forgotten. - Oerath.

Estel that was beautifully structured.Amazing.

Wow Oerath you amaze me all the time.

People.

Cameras flashing.

Shouts of "coffee","postcards".

People again. Nudging,pushing.

Humans.

Far,farthest from all petty chaos,

You stand still and observant like a pensive father.

Rising from a blanket of thick,white clouds.

You stand,watching us,watching you.

The clouds are frightening,

Like rolling waves of smoke they cover the entire view,

Even as shapes change,one an enormous mammoth,the other a giant cat,

The sky releases the sun within these ageless shape shifters,

And we sink into the hole of Alice's wonderland,

Silent and unreal and ominous.

Yet now you are freshened,bathed gold and white in the sun's colours,

A hero from some tale of a book torn,hiding beneath someone's bed,someone forgotten,

You look brilliant,brave,audacious,fire-like,

Yet cold,distant,aloof in your own world of snow.

You brave the eternal workers of cloud,sun,earth and light,

You brave us all.

More cameras flash.

More "coffee","postcards".

Everyone retreating to their cars.

Waiting a while,disappearing in the turns of the mountain,

Withdrawn yet with bright smiles,

Only a stirring left deep within,

Where words fail.logic fail,

Leaving only a sense of belonging to this beautiful,magical dawn.

 

 

 

That was a nice one, Odette, and another thanks, oh by the way, did you like of 'The Daughter of Death'?

Anyway, I'll post one short lyric about myself at this point of evening.

My Daily Life

I take my leather jacket, and go out for a walk

I can feel the coming of winter, but it's coldness cannot freeze my heart.

I look up to the sky, and I already see some of the night stars

I think that I should take a step on this forest path, for evening is about to fall.

But the forest is so dark, I've to light the candle of dragon, 'cause I cannot see forward

Something lurks in those shadows, but it doesn't mind, for this light will ease the beating of my heart.

It's a day of the fullmoon, the grass is still wet because of rain, the power of night is beginning to fade

I hope that I can see a falling star, it would fall more quicker than a leaf falls from the branch of a tree.

I decided to keep a break under one high pine tree, but it seems that I fell asleep

But it doesn't matter, 'cause it's already morning, and soon the sun will finally replace the moon.

A squirrel leaps from tree to tree, all of the birds are singing to me, is this reality, or a part of my dream

It's a shame that it's already autumn, though this is a beautiful time of the year.

Maybe it's time to rise up, and wave goodbye to trees and animals of this forest, I'll now head back to my home

Don't be afraid, my friends, I'll surely be back, 'cause this is the place where I was born.

Even in real life I can be a guardian, I can protect this forest and it's peace with both of my arms

And as long as I live, I'll always come here to sing, and to play my old wooden flute.

It's part of my daily life to sing a song to the bright, but weeping moon.

 

Written by: Otto-Aaro 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen (If I'd say that everywhere around, it would begin to be more like a joke, so, usually name Oerath fits perfectly).

Dear Oerath you make me wish I was there in that forest standing in that drippy dawn smelling the trees and the earth.And I think this one is quite different from the epic kinds you write,quite relatable and more fun.

The last one I wrote it's about a place called Tiger Hills we went to for a vacation right up in the high peaks of the Himalayas.So at dawn tourists troop in sleepy bunches up to this hill and as the sun breaks out,it's rays fall on the snowy peaks of a range of mountains including the Kanchenjunga and it's a mesmerising sight.I was 14 and I was so stunned by the floating clouds and the play of colours and how nature works I could not speak.The poem is pretty crude but I was 14 with much less romance and imagination in my work.Pardon that.

Smile Smilie Imagination is the key, and as long as you've a imagined place where to go to, when the problems of reality and boringness of life begins to bother you, then you'll always have enough strength to battle through the grey days. And writing doesn't look at age, I was very young when I started to be interested about writing and sort of things, and my use of english was far from good back then, also I had to develop my own way to write, and think twice which subjects are the most perfect for my ideals and interests. Learning is a virtue, but I never found the key to it through studying, it just doesn't work out that way for me. So, Odette, don't be afraid to come up with the lyrics of past, whether there's spelling mistakes, whether they differ from your recent works, they're still written by you, have courage, dear friend.

'Write, and write, let the hours flow like the thoughts inside your head. Think of something good, swim in a sea of fantasies and tales, and surprise all of us, with another fine story to be read.'

Oerath hails.

Hmm, it's odd how awfully silent this thread has been for the past week, well, it doesn't matter that much, but surely it's good to keep this thread up. So, I might just have another lyric to share, I wrote this by yesterday evening, strange, but lately I've been greatly interested in darkness as a subject, only walking outside by nights has brought me a lot of inspiration, but this is going to be my last dark work for now, though I think that I might just use this subject even in the near future (who knows?).

Anyway, this is what you get, when you think of seas and nightmares: The Sea of My Own Nightmares. Enjoy.

 

The Sea of My Own Nightmares

Look at this crimson flower, it once used to bloom
And now it's nothing, but a broken spirit of the past
This land used to be like a paradise
And now it's nothing, but a result of my own dooms

Even if you can't forgive me, you still cannot take my life
Because, despite of all my failures, I am now one with the night

Come, and break the doors of my mind, see a glimpse of the lost light
It will be the last time for you to see, soon you're nothing, but a drifting memory
You're balancing on the blade of a sword, it's a long way to fall
Like anyone would fall from the top of long and high stairs
This world will sink into the sea of my own nightmares

Look at this tree, it once used to speak
And now it's nothing, but a shadow without any life
This forest used to be like a home to me
And now it's nothing, but a tortured landscape so dark and bleak

Even if you won't ever come to know, what truly happened to me
It doesn't matter, 'cause this is your one and last dream

Come, and break the doors of my mind, see a glimpse of the lost light
It will be the last time for you to see, soon you're nothing, but a drifting memory
You're balancing on the blade of a sword, it's a long way to fall
Like anyone would fall from the top of long and high stairs
This world will sink into the sea of my own nightmares

Chaos is the fate of this world, and now you're trapped inside my mind
Can't you realise that there's no way out, you can't ever return to the realm of light

Written by: Otto 'Oerath' Timonen

Absolutely love that lyric Oerath!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dear Oerath thanks so much for your advice and lovely lyrics my friend,I absolutely get magically transported where you intend your readers to be.Fascinating.

And man alive I'm not a fountain like youSmile SmilieI'll come back with poems when I can.

I'm very glad you both liked of it, so, here's something more sensitive and pure, a tale which I wrote nearly two years ago, but just some minutes ago, I checked it and re-created some verses, and now I'm completely happy with it.

 

The Night of Silence and Rain

 

'Suddenly, a quiet voice reached my ears, it was like a whisper in the howling wind.

And I froze to that place, I couldn’t act or say anything, there I just stood and listened. Back then it was hard to tell, what the voice meant or tried to say,

But now it is clear to me, it was a sign, someone actually knew this night would come. And these were the words, the whispers within the wind:

 

’If it will be the night of misery and death

Then darkness shall descend upon this unsuspecting and silent earth

But if it will be the night of silence and rain

Then the moon shall shine brightly, and winds shall blow once again’

 

’But deep inside my heart I know something

 There will always be silence and rain

 Throughout the day and the night

 Even during times of the sun and gleaming daylight’

 

It is so silent, and so cold night

I am watching how the wind is waving all branches of trees

While my heart is slowly breaking, I think of her, oh lady of the moon

And the rain is falling down so quietly, and the sky is painted in dark blue

 

But I wonder what happens

If darkness takes grasp of my innocent soul

I know I will probably lose it all

This life...my love and everything I’ve ever had

 

And if I fall into the darkest of all shadows

I don’t know, will I ever see my home again

I would lose all of my beliefs and hopes

Even everything that is left of my faith to this world

And I know… I would never see her again

 

’There I just sat alone in the rain,

but somehow I knew that someone would hear me

and I was...right,’

 

Spoken by mother-earth:

’I heard your cries, o’ mortal one, but why are you lying on the cold and gloomy ground, don’t lose yourself, stand up and look up to the sky, and you will know

that none won’t harm you anymore... Close your eyes and feel

the rain falling against your pale face, and listen to me, oh mortal one.

Night is soon at the door, but never again should you feel any pain

In the end there will be nothing, but silence and my rain.

Night is soon at the door, but think of the sun and warm summer days

In the end there will be nothing, but silence and my rain

Farewell, and may all of thy paths be glorious and green.’

 

And as I arose, I was somehow relieved, since there was no need to worry anymore

I won’t ever forget this night, ‘cause the mother earth told me to be strong

There I just stood alone, unspoken, there was no words left to say

I only watched at the dancing shadows and thought of her…

And maybe one day, our paths will cross once more

‘Cause I want to fall in love with you.. again..

I would want to be with you, now and forevermore..

 

Written by: Otto ’Oerath’ Timonen

WOW

I'm speechless Oerath..that is amazing

Oh, Odette, good evening, it seems that you liked of it. Smile Smilie

I was quite inspired about one certain girl when I wrote this lyric, so it's obvious how the lyric itself turned out to be. But it's all positive, I like to write love-parting stories, though I'm not the best of the best in that field.

Please dear wonderful poets, forgive my absence. . I have been too broken hearted over Grondy to come on this site for a bit. I promise to come back and get on with things next week. I just need a little more time.

hugs to all of you. You have become family to me, beautiful stunning threads in the tapestry of my life.

I miss you.

It's okay, Leelee, it was good to hear from you, well, take your time and return to the realm of poets in near days! It's not the same place without it's glorious moderator.

- Oerath.

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