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Post#101 » Wed Sep 15, 2004 5:57 pm

“Ode To Green”
Nature's favorite beauty
Pleases my eyes
My heart.
Coloring the ornaments
Of untouched terrain.
Leaves, grass, streams.
Bushes brooks, lakes, and flowers.

I open my wardrobe
You are all I see
I open my window
You are all I see
Replenishing my soul
With your very appearance
You are peace, relaxation,
Happiness - not frustration
You've been a quiet friend
Basically all my life -
Blankets, toys, shirts galore
What else is there
To ask for?
You don't off much
But you are all I need.

Rolling hils
In my home country.
Celebrated on two days past
The ides of March.
St. Patrick's Day they call it.
From religion,
To a contest over you.
No offense,
But you are also greed
Coloring the papers of
Our President's faces,
It's led to war
The rich and the poor
Stress, and hate.

I'm not sure it's your fault though,
It isn't what she meant you to be
Mother Nature had you wrap her up
Grass and flowers and my big oak tree
You sure make us all feel free.

“Ode To Stars”
Bright lanterns
in the dark sky.
The clean sky.
Streams of white dust
flying in an
infinite plane.

Lying on the ground
Eyes glued to these
beings in the vast
warming me while
wrapped in the bitter
cold winds
of the untouchable lands.

I go back to the
mold, you're not showing as much.
I know you're still there,
you're hiding behind our own shield
I guess it's our fault.

So far away
We never have reached you
yet you make us all happy
From right her at home.

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Post#102 » Tue Sep 28, 2004 6:04 pm

If it weren't for the nameless colours of an evening cloud all lit up like a child,
We would be alone,
She and I.
The perfume of a night jasmine,
Like wine goes to our heads.
And we fall into a grassy clearing in the middle of our forest with the first chirp of
A Breeze flickers the candle,
And shakes the afternoon rain from the leaves around us.
We study each others faces treasuring our last moments
Before I have to go.
I offer her my everlasting promise to her.
A look of surprise and happiness cross over her face as she tells me yes.
I watch her carefully as i slide the ring on her finger,
a perfect fit as it glints with the light of the setting sun.
My love, She looks like a pale winter morning untamed,
Beautiful and wild.

"What's on your mind" She asks.
And he must tell her,
Though he fears she wont understand
- Fears his heart may lead him astray.
But has it ever done so before?
Has there been a part of him more deserving of such faith?
And in the end what does he really have to lose?
"Nothing" he replies.
"Just understand, you've done no wrong.
But by this time tomorrow, there will be one day between us"

Tiger_Eyes :wolf:

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Post#103 » Tue Nov 09, 2004 10:06 pm


I heard you crying, just last night,
a victim of some monster's bite
I froze, capsized by my fear,
your crying now eternally clear.

I should have tended you,
you are fragile and small,
even if I had shouted,
you would not heed the call.

I stand now, a phantom,
a pyre to your tragedy,
but I care for you still
after all you demanded of me.

I am not able now
but I will let go soon
I only wonder when
it will be your high noon.

I am slacking Big Time on my poetry, Vee, even though you wrote that ages ago, but I always find my way back somehow. Sorry for the heavy material, I have major issues with my mother that have not been resolved that still bother me a bit, if you couldn't tell! And I love the Rohirrim poem!

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Post#104 » Thu Nov 11, 2004 6:41 am

Ai Laurelindhe lured me out... here is Drop, written August this year. I do not have much poetry in English though.


A cloud
will burst
releasing the rain
all are the same
will come falling down
on me

A raindrop
follows his own course
comes falling down
on me

A tear
and is soon followed by others
comes falling down
from me

The cloud releases the drop and mixes with my tears
it is too much, too much to hold back
I flow
with the course of nature
I look up to the sky
and I know that you are there

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Post#105 » Tue Nov 16, 2004 4:36 am

Suilad! My first poem for the forums - hastily written, but with a slight quip.

A Battle in Lothlorien

The sound of shouts and maidens' screams
Awoke me from my pleasant dreams
Over bridge, and into wood
There came a host of Ulfang's brood!

The call went out, the allies came
To help and serve our lady's reign.
Out from the horde there came a man
"This is ours, we will, we can!"

Tooths were ground, bows were strung
Swords drawn and spells were sung
"Be gone, come back from where you came!"
The dark horde charged, we did the same.

Among the people first engaged
Was I, sword drawn and mind enraged
Like Gwindor in the days of old
I was too fast, and far too bold
Surrounded, hurt and friends far back
I turned and ran, escaped attack.
By time I found my friends again
The scum were running, many slain

But soon we heard their shouts anew
They came, and we were far too few!
With starry banner firm in ground
We took our stand on Amroth's mound

With forest burning, hill dark red
The line was broken, down we fled
Our escape fast, no need for maps
The dark horde lost, delayed by traps
Our only hope for peace and heal
The Valacircian doors of steel
Nervous waiting for the horde
We heard them wading our ford

But when we heard them taunt and shout
We opened gates and charged right out
Wavering for blows and hacks
They once again showed us their backs

Victory near, new spirits found
We took the clearing, bridge and mound
But as their last men turned and ran
Our archers killed a straggling man
Regretting arrows, our hearts turned hard
We built a pyre and burnt their bard.

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Post#106 » Tue Nov 16, 2004 12:31 pm

Wow, if I could rhyme even half as good as Celebedhel...

Rhapsodys drop reminded me of my rain poem. Might as well post both my poems here, no-one sees them when they are tucked away in a journal.


I stood waiting
Impatient steps
Come on already

For the rain was falling
My back curled
My head bowed down
My shoulders pulled up
Like I was trying to cover my ears

Then it accured to me
How silly this was
Hunched over like this
Because of a few drops of water

When did I decide that rain was bad
That which used to be a source of endless joy
Became something to run away from

I lowered my shoulders
I raised my head
I stretched my back
Looked towards the sky
Felt the drops from heaven

And I smiled
Feeling so much better

And I did a little Fred Astaire
Laughed and sang softly
Almost sad when he finally came
And we could go inside
Because why should I hide from the rain
When enjoying it is so much better?
"Don't complain under the stars
about the lack of bright spots in you life."
Henrik Wergeland, Norwegian writer

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Post#107 » Tue Nov 16, 2004 12:42 pm

[u]Amaries song[/u] *

I have sung for him once
Where the creek ran swiftly
Over polished rocks
And over naked toes

I have sung for him once
Between tall proud trees
And only one truly knew
And saw the light in our eyes

I have sung for him once
When our souls reached out
Filling in the missing pieces
Of our hearts

I have sung for him once
Before cold winds from the mountains
Brought a winter upon us
And left our beating hearts on ice

I have sung for him often
When he is far away
In lonely shadows by the creek
In my dreams I hear his voice

I sing for him now
About summers lost
About years passed by
About souls still connected under ice

I sing for us now
Because his voice is silenced
But never did I hear him better
The creek will run free once again

(* Amarië from 'the Quest for the Straight Road' in the writers guild. The poem is posted there too.)

I saved a post I was working on for the quest, and 'I have sung for him once' was the first words in it and it became the name on the document. I didn't really like that sentence in the post, but on its own... It was just sitting on my computer desktop, poking me in the eye. 'Use me, use me!' I have heard many songs that reminded me of Arkantos (from the Quest) but none for Amarië.
"Don't complain under the stars

about the lack of bright spots in you life."

Henrik Wergeland, Norwegian writer

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Post#108 » Mon Nov 22, 2004 4:33 am

Something a with a little less rhyme for Amarie :P

Waiting for forever, darkness in suspense.
You'll never leave here, trapped in the endless void.
Step in line, remember the past,
Your future ended moments ago.

Maybe, in eternity, he will send you back to me.
I wouldn't bet my last gold coin
that he e'en heard my prayers.
Even if he did, I'm sure, he'd not do it peacefully.

Oaths'd be broken, challenges met, thunder of the gods.
Not unexpected, hoped or dreamed,
but longing sits in the core of the soul.

Only one of great import has ever left the halls,
I cannot steal a silmaril, tis not in my destiny.
No famous deeds, nor ancient blood have I,
But with you I shall be, I swear, in life, or else, I'll die.

To Valmar we could run away, or Valinor perhaps,
Across the Lost Road, o'er seas,
To gods and elves, and legends too,
We could flee this realm.

And yet, none of this possible,
You still rest inside the halls,
Only a blessing from Mandos
will aid this quest of mine.

To Radagast, Istari I will hie upon tomorrow,
Advice of his, I would seek, his aid I would beg.
On getting favor of the gods,
Anything I'll do, even die, to be with you.

'Great Radagast' I plead to him, 'Help me, will you not?'
'I need your aid, with Mandos must I speak,
my love is lost, and ever sleeps.'
Radagast gives a grimace, as though he knows my needs.

`You, my friend, born of elf, you must seek him out.
You can go across the seas, seek the gods,
You can spin your tale for those who count.'
He says, and with a nod, I rush off to the west.

A week goes bye, I rush to sea, Grey Havens do await.
Dashing through the town to docks, I meet
the Captain, tell him my tale.
He too looks sad, yet warns me this:

'This journey does but go one way, I hope you know this now.
I cannot bring you back to port, once your deed is done.
If your deed doth so require attention of the gods,
Come with me, we'll leave soon, with haste that I can muster.'

I nod to him, we go aboard, I have with me nothing.
The days fade past, as suns rise and set, the clouds blow far away.
I sit on deck, facing out, listening to the gulls.
'Soon, my love, I'll bring you to me...'

Days turn to weeks, the weeks to months, across the sea we go.
I do wait, so patiently, for sign of land to see.
Finally, I hear the cry 'Land Ho!' which stirs me from my sleep,
I'm halfway home, my dearest one, hang on, I'll be there soon!

No reception, no hello, I walk through gardens old.
I ask through town, 'Where are the gods?'
Atop the hill, they point. I climb until I reach the top,
I find an ancient shrine.

Up steps I climbed, I did not stop
til clouds below me, heavens reached.
The mighty passage set before me,
Stone were statues of the gods.

Walking down the hallway endless,
tapestries of great I passed.
Of Melkor, Manwe, Ulmo, Aule,
Crest in gold, and silver raignment.

Windows glazed, floors of marble,
Elegance itself I saw. No greater palace in existance,
Numenor may it have matched,
Endless beauty captured essence, leave I could not; would not go.

To the end of hallway, I reached,
Dark throne whose likeness can't be said.
Lord positioned, high and mighty, 'Lo,' I thought,
'Here is one one to help make you near!'

I kneeled 'fore him, begged for life,
My own as well as yours.
A mighty laugh I heard, deaf'ning roar.
He bade me stand and look on him.

Eyes of power, face of strength,
no mortal man was this!
Nor elf, dwarf, halfling, orc nor troll
was this, nay but a Vala, mighty Manwe!

I told of my pitiable endeavor,
frown he did on odd occassion, nod he did more times than not.
Fin'lly, he rose from seat, drew me through a door,
No jewels or tapestries were here.

Finally he stopped and said 'Your quest is of great import.
Not many would risk their life and soul,
for those departed to Mandos' halls.
The aid of Valar shall you have, a simple task awaits your deed.'

'You must return and save your forest,
Dark One's minions head there hence.
I am not to interfere there,
But ye may go there, in my place.

No magic armour, arrows, swords, can I give you in your aid,
But on your way home stop by Rivendell,
Elrond can help you where I can't.
When deeds accomplished return and collect your reward.'

With that, he gave me scroll of parchment,
to the Captain of the barge.
He must lead me back to Endor,
that which is my destiny.

The return trip: fairly quick,
no Lost Road to follow needed.
Within some weeks, back in the Havens,
Fastest horse, I did request, flew away like a bat out of hell.

Four days journey, got to Bree,
I stopped for rations and a new horse.
Upon the break of day I'd left, new horse
Racing down the road, Rivendell in sights.

Jumped up the steps, knocked on the door,
Servant led me through the house.
Elrond, Elven Lord I met,
Bowed to he whose help I'd get.

Into room of dining went I, following the Lord of Elves,
sat at table of feasting, sipped wine, shared pies.
Out it came, my tale of woe,
Dark became his disposition. Help me, I felt he would.

A case below, he brought above, no ordinary box was this,
Five oaken sides, glass window top,
Inside was shown a glint, metallic,
Elven steel no doubt was this, a rush of courage as it entered my grasp.

'Take heed,' he said, 'Be not too brave,
Self-confidence is a mighty tool.
And yet, so is over-eagerness
To be so brash, would make you a fool.'

Polite nod I gave, no fool was I!
A lord he might be, scholar not!
Of course, these days I look back then,
And realize my erring ways were a mistake.

From wall he tok a shield strong,
No words he said, but gave it freely,
It radiated with an aura of peace,
Battle-strong, I'm sure it was.

No more he spake to me or else, to council did he go.
No doubt my tale sent him fears,
he kept no company til I left,
Pack in hand of rations and wine.

To the north through forest went,
I traveled through the endless trees.
Through past enchantments, furry critters,
Til a gate I reached at least, guarding mountain's stone.

'Halt,' they spoke, 'What business have ye?'
I told them my tale, somberly.
'Go on, my friend, luck join ye yet,
You'll need it til your task is done.'

Through pass I led my horse with stealth,
No sound we made at all.
It rained that night, with Ulmo's fury,
Steps were steady, shadows great.

Past a tree did we creep, from bushes something stirred,
Faster did we run, sans sound, louder were the shrubs.
Lightning crashed on either side, struck a tree o'er to my left,
The shadows rised, a shape took form.

A mighty fist came down on me, made contact with my side,
Flew 'cross the air til mountain meet, and greet with full affair.
I gasped for breath, ran to my horse, sword ringing through the rain,
I swung it strong til bone it met, an arm it hewed, full force.

The creature, I took of late a troll, dashed away with pain,
Not inches from my horse was warm, the smell became a bane.
Sheathed the sword, kicked 'way the arm, with brevity galore,
Marched strongly through the pass, the rain's endless downpour.

Silent were the bushes now, shadows were my own.
No trouble would meet me, try to defeat me,
Walked boldly through lightning strikes not feeling quite alone,
Until the rain subsided, dawn broke, the pass in sight, I stopped to rest.

I slept til noon b'neath an oak, its shade leaves kept me cool.
I dreamt of Mandos' halls and you
Within them waiting for me -- don't leave there yet and wait for me,
I come to rescue you to me, my deeds approach me yet.

Walked for days following Anduin,
Forests yonder did I spy,
Quickly to my home, my forest,
'fore the forces dark take rule.

My horse took ill, my own pack carried
miles on end til forest reached,
Lothlorien these trees were called,
not my home, so on I go.

Days have past, the suns have set,
by mountains, forests plains I've walked,
LIttle wild life I passed,
No signs of war camps, no signs of evil.

Finally I reached my home, I hadn't thought that I'd return,
Familiar leaves, familiar smell,
Upon me trees cast their ancient spell,
A gasp of fresh air welcomed me back home.

Crunching leaves, under my boots,
a "welcome home" cried out.
But task have I to still achieve,
So walked on to village did I.

Through trees and glades I walked for long,
no signs of life did find.
Suddenly, knocked me aback,
a smell so dark, so cruel, invaded my sense: evil t'was!

I crept through forest, following smell,
of rotted meat and smoke.
Until I heard those voices, foul,
I stopped and hid in tree's shadow.

Closer came the hideous sound, the smell did overwhelm,
Rose shield, touched sword and brought from sheath,
Anger surged, confidence great,
t'was all I could do to keep sedate.

Closer they came, their shadows spied,
I crept into the closest tree.
My agile self climbed noiselessly.
Closer they came, hoards of orcs, trolls, and other slaves of Black.

Their leader came close, drew 'neath the tree,
the power of sword did grow.
Couldn't control it any longer,
I flew from the tree with sword extended.

It flew into the leader, its back became red,
I quickly withdrew it, to fend from the others.
They came at me fast, awkward actions,
I slashed outward at them, drew great amounts of blood.

The orcs, they were falling, the others did run,
Back to Morannon to wait for new orders.
I struggled for control, the sword nearly won,
But in the back of my head, I heard voices: my friends.

I turned with a great swing, t'wards voices, them,
though I should say the sword had a great part,
My will wasn't tired, I screeched to a halt,
let go of sword mid-swing, momentum, let fly.

Suddenly ringing, through forest to hear,
the sword took its place as a branch of the oak.
Startled looks on everyone, myself not excluded,
As with heavy heart I followed them.

"For Sauron, you die!" I heard behind me,
Turned 'round with shield up, and saw the last orc.
It ran at me, blade high, ready to strike,
Til "twang" of a bow, fell down with all might.

The sword fell into shield, protected me yet.
I pulled blade from shield, and sheathed in dirt.
Hung shield over tree-blade, returned with the others,
For resupplies and long good-byes.

Two days I spent there, closed up my old home,
took horse and my last belongings,
Traveled back west.
Ah my beloved, I come to you at last!

Hurried back to Elrond's, rushing through the pass,
Ran back to Bree for a fresh horse,
Rode back to the Havens, where I took my trip,
and rode 'cross sea to Valinor -- it all happened so fast!

Hurried up hill, to Manwe's corridor,
Until he greeted me merrily, and led me further.
"I'll lead you to Mandos, no more can I do,
But know that you have earned my favour, helped where I could not."

With these words I traveled on, to Mandos' Halls I went,
Past Vaire's tapestries majesty,
Past the lines of eternity,
Until I reached a mighty altar, but no Mandos in sight.

I sighed "Not fair! I've gone so far!"
Until I heard the voice:
"Why are you here, my elven friend,
You don't belong here, you know to be true."

I leaned on wall to save my strength,
With loud breath I took, so great,
Explained to him my story, late,
When words were said, a silent pause was heard.

"I sympathize your love being lost,
your quest fulfilled, great achievement.
Because of this, and Manwe's thoughts,
I'll give in to this request of yours."

With that, you're free, my own dear love!
Free from darkness ever after.
Perhaps to Firn-i-Guinar we'll go,
What better place could possibly exist?

Farewell to lands of men, elves, and dwarves,
away we go forever on.
To skies of blue and fields of green,
depart we now. Good-bye.

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Post#109 » Wed Dec 08, 2004 8:16 am

Now I will sit sometimes quietly,
A shadow of my former self,
Regretting and full of such irony,
Lost inside of a rut I didn't delve.

Will he come back to my dreams?

I love these last lines, simply divine. I happen to be working on a new poem, but other things have come into my way. :)

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Post#110 » Wed Dec 08, 2004 9:48 am

I didn't write this one, but I love it...very post-structuralist...or maybe it's structuralist? :mad2:

One day the Nouns were clustered in the street.
An adjective walked by, with her dark beauty.
The Nouns were struck, moved, changed.
The next day a Verb drove up, and created the Sentence.

Each Sentence says one thing--for example, "Although it was a
dark rainy day when the Adjective walked by, I shall remember the pure and
sweet expression on her face until the day I perish from the
green, effective earth."
Or, "Will you please close the window, Andrew?"
Or, for example, "Thank you, the pink pot of flowers on the window
sill has changed color recently to a light yellow, due to the
heat from the boiler factory which exists nearby."

In the springtime the Sentences and the Nouns lay silently on the grass.
A lonely Conjunction here and there would call, "And! But!"
But the Adjective did not emerge.

As the adjective is lost in the sentence,
So I am lost in your eyes, ears, nose, and throat--
You have enchanted me with a single kiss
Which can never be undone
Until the destruction of language.

Kenneth Koch (l962)

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