thank you all for your kind comments I saw a white rabbit the other day and wrote this...

The ghost rabbit

I saw it upon a winters eve,

Sat by the light of the moon

Staring sadly at the rose.

She heard a rustle and turned to see,

But found nothing but dead leaves and trees.

She turned again unto the rose.

It lay glistening, as red as blood,

As cold as ice, in its frozen bed.

The snow starts to fall again.

She knew she had to leave,

Tomorrow night, she’d come again,

The white, ghost rabbit…

                                              Lady Alyss

I meant every word dear Brego, and our Prince of poems is right, do let us stay together, at least until the holidays are over and celebrate our professor and his genius and be grateful to be alive and fellowshipping in this wondrous place.

Lady, the imagery I received from this little diamond reminds me of the same feeling I have whenever I have the courage to watch or read The Velveteen Rabbit. I shall say no more as I am getting teary eyed and I have had enough of that over the last four days.

Oerath, I allowed myself to walk right alongside you in this contribution and while the air was melancholy and filled with fatigue and frustration, still your words that we are not alone and that life is a gift not a curse rings loudly and for me dispels all else.

I completely understand the despairing feeling of winter without masses of snowWe have endured a few Christmases where no snow down here in the valley could be seen, very rare and although it came following Chrismas it was so depressing. I cannot imagine how anyone can stand winter without snow at least a couple of days a week, it is ugly and even the remaining birds appear to be sad and do not sing.

I also deeply feel that about rain in spring and summer. Although we are surrounded by green mountains and hills, have three lakes and countless trees, we are in a semi arid area and every four years or so it seems the very heavens dry up and no rain. Then come terrifying forest fires and evacuations and one year week after week having yielded no rain , I began to actually feel very very ill, I felt I was dying. I was so desperate I went downstairs into our usually very cool in the summer basement only to feel heat. With litle strenght I put on an interactive game and part of it has rain, pouring rain and the sound. I was amazed and grateful to find my nerves calming down after a minute or two , in my mind I was walking in the downpour and I felt at peace. It is a most terrible feeling when you long for rain or snow or I suppose non of the above and your hopes are continually dashed. I shall light a candle and pray with my family that you might have a deluge of snow for a bit anyway.

Good evening, my fellow friends and poets. I've finally made some vocal attempts to sing a song I've been working on for a while now. I've only vocals now, but as I get back to drumming in the beginning of January, I'll start working on it's drum track, and one friend of mine should provide guitars at least.

I'll try to do my first vocal track about it tomorrow. I've nothing qualified stuff, but I will still upload it to my youtube channel. Got nothing to lose, I suppose.

I've the lyrics as almost ready for it, and it's a nice, little, battle-sworn tale.

In The Wake of The Ancient Gods

'I believe that the gods are real and they do hear us, but there they stand in all silence, waiting for something to happen. They know that we haven't forgotten them, they know that we haven't ceased to believe to them, but still, they await.. And I believe that they await for a day of awakening.'

From the north they came, riding forth into the battle, ready to strike!

Those men clad in armors of golden steel, with winged beasts fighting by their side

One of them blew to the battle-horn, and the fire began to rain down from the sky

It burned their enemies, as they rode towards them, showing forth all of their power and might

And there's only one man who can sing about the events of this day..

Is he one of them, or just an old wanderer who has no place where to stay..

Behold, the skies are darkening once more

The evil gods are casting their spells, but our heroes won't fall

And as the sun breaks free from the chains of coldness and ice

It shines down upon us again, it gives them strength to fight back and prevail

The sky is finally opening, though it's colors are different, clouds are fading away..

It is all that is left of this dawn.. But it will mark the victory of this day

And an sacred prophecy shall be fulfilled, and by my will and my blood

Only ashes and fire shall remain, in the wake of the ancient gods

This kingdom is now safe, trumpets are ranging, shouts of victory are echoing in the air

Today I saw a battle, unlike any other, and I saw the gods ascending back to heights of the sky

Today I saw something that wasn't a dream, today I saw, how everything in this world..

Slowly came back to life..

And as silently as the birds fly

They descended down from the sky

I believe that they heard my prayers and my cries..

'And in the wake of the ancient gods, the balance of this world will be judged.'

Written by: Otto 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen

Hey you guys.Exams still on so I'll you be back later.Love you all

Keep writing

Many thanks to all of you three, AND LEELEE! It felt good to write a lyric with a happy ending, very rare of me to do so! ^^

Anyway, more poetry to follow this evening, be sure to check it out!

"Heroes should always answer to adventures call and 'newborn sunlight' are to me the most striking  words in your brilliant poem Oerath. Those words speak to me. A hero only becomes one because he or she responds to the urging deep inside the heart and through the suffering and pressing on, in the end are acknowledge by those greater to be in fact a forever hero. And new born sunlight, something rare and precious and fragile and pale and holy, that indeed is the feeling and light that comes after a long battle with evil. Tears wash away the filth and that new born sunlight brings healing and dignity and joy and peace. lovely.

Well certainly your sort of knight would rather dread the encounter, it is with pure evil. However in the age of chivalry it behooved any good knight to go in search of a good fight, to restore the honor of a lady, or one's country, town or shire, or simply in reply to a careless or rude word. It is beautifully described into the wonderful book called The White Company by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle who also penned the Sherlock Holmes body of writing. The only thing that could ever stop even a knight at heart was the want of a good sturdy horse and saddle and proper clothing to wear to arms. Other than that anyone that was anyone of a certain age seemed to leave hearth and home in search of a good fight! And mind you perfect fighting etiquette needed to be adhered to or face the ridicule and scorn of other knights.

Somehow it does not surprise me that you had moments of pure magic and I rejoice for you and look forward to what you have created.

I wish all of you on this thread and on Planet Tolkien peace and joy and happiness  and come back to us for each one of you , even those of you who just read the posts are what make this such a noble and inspiring and awesome place. And I care deeply for each and every one of you. And for those of you who have contributed and have not been here for a while you are terribly missed and we look forward to hearing from you in the new year.

Thanks, Leelee and Brego, so wise words. I shall wish all of you the same: Merry Christmas!

We're not allowed to talk about religious things, but I must say that even as I do not believe to christianity and to The God of Men, my mother does, and thus, I respect her decision and joy with her for this once-in-a-year celebration.

That is something already, you all must admit that, but anyway, I shall represent some of my newest writings tomorrow. Be ready for that, O' Noble Poets and Poetry Lovers of PT!

- Otto-Aaro 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen.

I hope this one is allowed, I guess I should've asked for a permission, but I've had this very good idea of making a finnish/english poem, and well, while it's mainly english on threads, I guess it can be allowed?

So, here I go. It's a poem about norse mythology, in a way, and it tells about four heroes, who sailed from across the oceans to prove themselves in a battle against the minions of Loki, who has become mad and no longer recognizes friends from foes.

Pohjoisten Sankarien Kunnia

Kaukaa merten tuolta puolen, muinainen laiva purjehtii kohti satamaa,

neljä tuntematonta sankaria noiden aaltojen harjalla ylpeästi ratsastaa.

Kuunloiste ja taivaan tähdet antavat heille voimaa ja toivoa,

jokainen yö on pitempi toistaan, ja siksi heidän täytyy rukoilla

'Jos tänään laivamme uppoaa, oi, Thor, annatko meille anteeksi

Haluamme jatkaa tätä matkaa, vaikka se kävisikin kalliiksi.

Me olemme pohjoisia sotureita, sankareita maassamme,

Verivalan vannoneina, taistelemme kunnes viimein kaadumme.'

Ja niin koitti uusi aamu, aurinko säteili heille kirkasta valoaan,

se antoi heille voimaa, ja rohkeutta uida kohti rantaa.

Satamaa ei näkynyt missään, siksi laivan he jättivät,

tämän metsän toiselta puolelta, he vihollisensa viimeinkin löytäisivät.

Ja siellä seisoi, Loki, petturuuden ja kavaluuden jumala

hän komensi joukkojaan eteenpäin, kohti Valhallan uloimpia portteja.

Mutta silloin aurinko tuli esiin pilvien takaa, ja häikäisi kaikki valollaan

se antoi sankareille mahdollisuuden juosta kohti kunniaa ja mahtia.

Ja miekkojen soidessa, ja kilpien hajotessa, kaikki kääntyikin parhain päin.

Jumalat laskeutuivat alas tantereelle, Odin katsoi pohjoiseen, ja sanoi näin:

'Loki ei tiennyt mitä tehdä, jos hänen joukkonsa voitettaisiin. Te neljä olette tehneet

mahdottoman, ja ansainneet minun kunnioitukseni. Ja tästä päivästä eteenpäin, ei yksikään tule

uhmaamaan jumalten mahtia. Valhalla on ja pysyy, ja nyt ja ikuisesti, te vartioitte näitä rautaportteja!'

'Ja niin toteutui tahto jumalten, ja koitti aika ihmisten.'

Glory of The Northern Heroes

From across the oceans, an ancient ship is sailing towards the harbor

Four unknown heroes are proudly riding on those waves.

Moonlight and stars of the sky gives them strength and hope

Each night is longer than another, so they've to pray

'If our ship sinks today, oh, Thor, will you forgive us

We want to continue this journey, no matter what's the cost

We're northern warriors, heroes in our land

We've sworn a blood oath, and we'll fight until we finally fall.'

And so a new morning arose, and the sun shone upon them once more

it gave them strength and courage to swim towards the shores.

There was no harbor to be seen, so they had to abandon the ship

And from the other side of this forest, they would finally find their enemies.

And there he stood, Loki, the god of treachery and betrayal

He commanded his armies forward, towards the outer gates of Valhalla.

But then the sun returned from behind the clouds, and stunned them all with it's light

It gave our heroes a chance to run towards all glory and might.

And while the swords were singing, and the shields breaking

Suddenly it all ended, and it turned out to be a good day.

The gods descended down to the field, and Odin looked into the north, and spoke these words:

'Loki didn't know what to do, if he's forces would ever be defeated. You four have done the impossible,

and you've all earned my respect. And from this day onward, none shall ever question the might of the gods. Valhalla is and stays, now and forever, you'll guard these iron gates!'

'And so the will of the gods was fulfilled. And a new age dawned; the age of men.'

Written by: Otto 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen.

PS. It's not anything so long or magnificent, but I guess it's a good short poem, and one of my first finnish ones ever.

Oh Lady A you're such a treat to read. You, who lurk around our pens praising us with words sweet as honey. Now that rhymes I loved the white rabbit. Interesting.

Oerath,my good old Finnish friend. There's nothing like going back to your roots. And I love the intensity and the aura that you breathe into your poems. Having said that, I can kill you for not finishing my story. Beware.

Leels darling I love you so! Just watched the Hobbit production video 5.  High on pipe weed and NZ locations..

And where is that Fahvier fellow? I miss you too

I promise to write something by this week

What a treat, Odette, and that great poem by Lady. Somehow when I know where you are from Odette love I laughed when you said 'right back at you' it sounded to American and unlike you!

Oerath, I am certain JRR would have liked very much your going from Finnish to English, after all he was first and foremost a philologist, a delver into words and he so loved to plumb the depths of languages, especially ones like Finnish. Well done and thankyou.

Our snow at least in the valley melted away with the warm winds that descended from on high during the night. So for now I: must content myself with gazing up into the hills and viewing the high snow drifts up there. But at least for Christmas all was white and wondrous.

And I too miss Fahv, life certainly does get into the way of our fellowship!

Of Memories and Times Past

I know I can help you, I want you to sleep

not eternally, but silently, I can teach you how to open the gates of dreams

It's not entirely forbidden to desire for something that doesn't even exist in this world

I believe that you understand what I mean, 'cause there's so much power in these words

So many things to understand, is it right to step out of the light?

I wish I could follow you, there's so much I could give to you from the depths of my mind

Oh sanity, purify me, show me what is left of my past self

Is it this book that I am holding in my hands, or is it entirely something else..

No matter what happens to me, I want you to fly high and free

take these wings, accept them as a gift, and fulfill all of your secret hopes and dreams

Don't ever run away, don't lose the sight of this day, embrace the beautiful sunlight

I wonder will you remember me, if I decide to leave this realm of joy and love behind..

I wonder is it wrong to dream about paradise and eternal rest

Is it wrong to enter to another dimension, and forget everything about this world and it's secrets

Is it wrong to seek for stories past and for treasures, so magnificent and untold

Do you know what lies ahead of us two, will it all soon unfold?

Even if it won't, then cherish this thought within your mind:

'Were we meant to be together, is he the one I was supposed to find?'

And this second thought, let it cross your heart, and let those words fill the air:

'Whatever comes, whoever leaves, this heart never forgets, even if it breaks.'

Written by: Otto 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen

Somewhat.. mysterious.

Brilliant Lady and Oerath,strangely I could relate to a lot of much of each of your work. Hauntingly lovely and sorrowful.

Sprodo Fahv,and all the rest that belong here, we miss you terribly, long for you to come back. And for each of us I pray a more peaceful and hopeful New Year and time to mend, rest and refocus for the new year.Sorry fpr the two posts , I did not think the one above went thru.

Happy new year everyone! I hope it is a year of great achievement and progression in every endeavor you may come into. I have been reading all your poetry, but rarely find time to comment on how much I am enjoying it. It is a great privilege to delve into the minds and creativity of all your works. You have my greatest thanks.

Fahvier,  

What a wonderful way to start the NewYear Fahvier with your dear 'face' appearing on the page. Thank you for your explanation, it is a comfort to know you have not had to forsake us entirely. One day it will be your turn to come upon the stage once more and bring the wealth of your thought to bless us.

And the rest of you may you walk on gentle paths this year, and may your enemies be few and easily dispatched with as you journey through our beloved Middle-Earth.

This is an Alphabet Poem I wrote for a creative writing class. I like it because Zen and meditation are important to my spiritual life.

Zen and Trees.

Zen. A quiet state which calms the mind.
Yawning, breathing, searching within.
Xerxes the King should have searched within,
which might have led to realizing he was
vain in his attempt to be a God.
Usage of Zen brings me peace,
tomorrow I will benefit,
serving in a tranquil state of mind.
Reach for you toes, breathe.
Quietly pant, feeling the rhythm,
pulling the air in, pushing it out.
Overkill is not the object,
Never feel the tension,
make every movement relaxing.
Laugh with your body as a joy,
knuckle relaxing joy, surges,
jasmine scented candles flickering,
inside the window like laughing spirits.
However long you wish to sit,
give yourself over for that time.
Forget about the work ahead,
eternal armistice can be anyone's,
dauntless and disciplined are we,
countless one's who sit and feel.
Believe in the Zen, who call its children,
acquitting is with power, with understanding.













 

Yeah, that was quite something different. First time I ever heard someone using the word 'zen'.

It must be some kind of spiritual thing indeed, and I'd be glad to hear more about it, if you happen be in the chat next time around  (when I'm online, I mean.)

And, Dolamroth92.

Welcome to Planet Tolkien!

- Oerath Windsoul.

PS. Leelee, thanks once more. I wonder do you know the actual series.

If fates be kind, I shall write second part of 'Secret of The Three Graves' this evening/night.

Beware!

Thank you all for your positive feed back and friendly welcomes!

Oerath Windsoul, I hope that in the future we are able to exchange our thoughts on spiritual life.

And LadyAlyss, I love you poem! I have tried my hand at romantic poetry but none have compared with your lovely words.  

Across The Untamed Seas

Here I am, so far from everything, I'm still trying to find out what is my true destiny

strong and fateful winds are guiding the sails of my ship

The crescent moon is my only friend during these cold and dark nights

It's much more beautiful and soothing than the sun and it's golden light

I wonder what this journey may do to my soul, will it break like a flake of snow

but if it is my fate to sail on, then it is all that I need to know

And if I shall perish on this journey, I want to face my death without any grief

My journal is nearly complete, and so is my tale across the untamed seas

Always when something truly ends, it heralds the beginning of something new

and if the sky of my own world truly breaks, then I've to start it all anew

Like the coldness; it can take one's soul, but to someone, it is a blessing of old

and if the sky of my own world was made of ice and snow, then I believe..

That there may still be hope left for me

As I now look at the stars, they do not seem to be so far

so, why I should trouble my heart with these heavy thoughts, it's not sane at all

Always when I find something I love the most, always when I sail away and then get lost

I've only two thoughts upon my mind..

'Why we all are ready to risk so much for something forgotten, am I ready to leave my life behind?'

'If not, then why do I worry so much, if there isn't anything that I desire to find?'

Written by: Otto 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen

As a bit of a reminder to all of you people here on PT, who are interested in writing, poetry and our little thread:

I encourage each and everyone of you to try your hand at poetry. It took me a long while to come this far. It took me a while to assume my style and knowledge, but it was all worth it.

Write some, share some. From now on, I shall be giving descriptive reviews/feedback on each poem/work I read.

- Oerath.

Alone

Glistening gently it sits alone,

Frozen in place, never twitching

It eyes softly chiselled, never blinking,

Full of fear and sadness.

Time does not affect it,

Merely bores it, frightens it.

No-one to care for it, no-one to love,

It sits watching and waiting alone.

Sitting on its haunches,

Waiting to move,

Waiting to roam free ,

The Hare sits afraid.

It dreams of greenlands,

Dreams of family,

It hopes to find it,

It hopes to escape.

No-one can help him but his master,

Only his cruel, master

Though he shan’t,

Darkness consumes his heart.

Only he can help but he shan’t….

                                                                              by Lady Alyss

Truly well spoken, Leelee, and you have most experience to talk about the subject of writing itself, but, me for example, I do not follow the codes of poetry so directly, 'cause I've always found writing a very free art. You can build whatever you want, you can make as many lines as you wish, but what matters the most, is the art of rhyme and sense of building up those sentences in a way that keeps the reader interested.

Even if you use some same words from time to time, you can give them some twist, and hence, a new sentence, a bit unlike the other one in some other work of yours is born.

And well, those are my basics to go on with.

And despite my knowledge about the structure and the fact that I use too many comma's in some of my works, even my literature teacher was fascinated with one poem I gave to her as a way to cover up some of my absence hours. It's all in the words and how you use them, just like a warrior uses his sword.

What do you think about this all, Leelee?

Oh how I have missed PT in the last while. Life moves so fast you feel yourself grasping for extra time. But none the less, here I am. I finally have a poem to share with you all. Something I wrote at the beginning of the season, but thought you still might enjoy.

Come and dance to the song of kings,

Only need of the song to bring.

Come dance round the fires ablaze,

They flicker till the heavens amaze.

Oh' come and dance the lady's and lords,

Bring the voice of secret before.

Cry the lyric of a broken soul,

Scream to the wind to break the shores.

Fly to the beat of a pounding drum,

Hand to hand, what's next to come?

Sink into eyes of circling flare,

Who is next to dance with the one,

Of flaming beauty, oh' one so fair,

Fair to eyes but heart has none.

Trust not her who holds no tongue.

Only sing and dance tonight,

Fire be the only light.

Sing young maiden, oh' so fair,

A song of kings to the fires flare.

Fahvier

I just realized how random this poem really is...wow.