Poetry (Merged threads. HLG)

[reem]

well, i'm still working on it, but when i get something somewhat solid i'll post some.
I liked the sentense! you know, it kinda sounds elvish. has that ring to it, if you know what i mean.
So, isn't anyone else going to join us in our little writting discussion??:p
reem

[Estrella]

I was... but the words started to blurr together... i guess due to sleep deprivation. I was working on a story... about a dream i had. Naganya Snow people, Names and all. But the language almost mirrored Romanji, so i dumped it. I've been listening to too much Japanese music lately...:( So right now, i'm just waiting for inspiration to hit... we shall see, i suppose. I'm just glad i've studied spanish... so i know how language works. it's easy.

[Estrella]

We just want to thank The Poets for all of thier entries, They were all wonderful! Sadly enough, we only have five winners to choose. So here they are!

Best Rhymed Poem, The Lark , by Lantarion

Most musical Poem, Lullaby , by Sepdet

Funniest poem, The Othelloses , By Luthien Seregon

Best Unrhymed Poem, The Swing , by LadyDernhelm

And last but not least the Wierdest Poem goes to Swamp Gas , By Seven Doulbes!

Once again we'd like to thank everyone for entering, and good luck in your future writing Endeavors!

[Lantarion]

Truly touching Treyar, thank you.

Sleep
Let these gardens of flowering dusk
these forests of darkness, beautiful and still
Enshrouded by those petals of evening
with scents of dreams lure you

A smoke of sleeping foam, a mist
a steam of glistening slumber, heavy with sleep
Through dales of rural night, valleys of shadow
a spirit, a mist, a quiet breathing glimpse

With only flitting sound encompass
with only thoughts cradle that state
O ladies of sleep and hallowed rest
sing with the loveliness in you all

[Lonna]

Lovely poem, Lantarion.

"Points of Light"

When my life is too busy
and exhaustion holds me down
like weights,
I walk outside
into the forest
and look up.

Dark trees
like sentinels
encircle the night sky
with stars between their branches
and the wind blows down
from points of light.

[Ledreanne313]

*The title is spelled wrong...it's Schools Out Poetry Contest...oops!*
Since school is out...it needs to be celebrated...with a poetry contest!
Rules:
-Catergories:
*Rhyming
*Unryming
*Both
(these peoms do not have to be about school ending)
-2 poems per person
-Must be posted before: 7-31-03

Start posting and start writing!

If you want to be a judge, please PM me! I need at least two more judges. One will be chosen for each catergory. So in all there will be three winners. Please post what catergory your poem is in, the title (if there is one), and the poem (oviously).
Judges:
-Anne (me)-
-Estrella-
-

I cannot wait to here your poems! Please enter!

Thanks, Anne

[reem]

my computer just broke down and i won't be able to send anything for sometime, but be glad to know that i have just created...or am begining to create what i feel to be my greatest insperation ever~!!! be very happy for me!
later!! when ever THAT is! stupid piece of junk! i told you compiuters weren't reliable!:p
reem

[Lantarion]

Inspirtation: Good for you!!
Computer: Bad luck.. :p
;)

[Estrella]

lol... aww too bad. Good thing you like to write...

[reem]

yaaaaaaayaya!!! IT IS ALIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!! hahaha!! finally!! supid pece of junk it is, but a LIVING stupid peice of junk!! finally!
ah, so where was i?? well, i've started by creating outlines of different races or people, you might say. There are the Sada, the Mushtaqeen, and the Munaqideen. i have written small 'biographies' about wach, but i don't dare tax my already taxed pathetic piece of machonery. i'm just gratefull it's switching on!!
will send you more when i make sure that this think wont explode in my face after five minutes of non stop operation.:(oh well, thus life goes, eh?!:p;)
reem

[syongstar]

When my mind is standing still,
a feild of time is revealed.
but when I'm running on the go,
time comes togeather and explodes.
When I was in school it seemed like time,
took forever in my mind.
Having fun time slips away,
showing me that nothing stays.
The truth is nothing really changed,
for molecules are still the same.
It's just a moments point of veiw.
Then a flash of hope will pulls me through.

[VioletFalcon129]

in the not rhyming catagory

if you listen closely to nothing
you will hear a sound
the sound of nothing
but if it is a sound
how can it be noting?
the queston remains
and if nothing is something after all
then things that never were nothing
are truly something to hope for

the cry of the lonely stars if heard
throughout soundsless space thier cry rings
if sound if amoung soundless
then the music of ages is turly great joy

if you look closely at blackness
you will always see some light
if even the blackest black holds light
then the morning holds true shining

[Helcaraxë]

Here's one I wrote today, but its bad for several reasons. I only wrote it in 2 hours, I have a headache. But, I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Within the vaults o'er Heaven's shield
Light's servants held their counsel
Far oft above the verdent fields
Crowned with wreaths of Laurel.

For in the lightless realm of shade,
The spawn of Darkness gathered
And tribute to their lord the paid,
Master of the shadows.

Cried one in white hot wrath's fell hold,
"Shall fleeting shadows in the night
Ever our paradise withold?
Nay! To arms, to rid us of this blight!"

But another, wiser, stayed his hand,
And spoke, "Thou knowest not
The pathways through our Dark Foe's lands,
Nor have you of yet against him fought."

They cried to their almighty lord,
And bade him to them say
Of how his weaver of Dischord
His advance they could stay.

And their Master spoke, to them he said,
"Such malice is the price of light,
And to you I shalt give no aid,
For you alone must save your world
From deep, eternal night."

Hearing Him the Council rose
And armed themelves for war,
Taking up their swords, their warriors they chose,
And prepare on field to march afar.

On earth of mortal battleground
The two great, vast hosts met,
And the sky to shadow was bound,
Yet fate's mark was not set.

The skies were split by lightning hot,
The earth was torn asunder
In deadly fire the air was caught
And light's fighters into shadow blundered.

But rallying their still mighty host,
They rose up in their splendour
And drove the shadow from the mortal coast
And before their wrath fled the impure.

The Shadow-Lord they cast in chains
And to the world he came no more,
And the light no longer waned,
For dawn came to the shattered world, far across the plains!

Well, I need more practice.

[Lantarion]

:eek:
I thought it was excellent! My rhyming has been disgraceful lately.. This was very imaginative and unforced. It was a pleasure to read! :)

This following poem is about a potential mythical place in my writings, i.e. a place that I may implement in a legend. The title is in a language I invented, meaning 'Silent City' or 'Silent Home'. And desperate as I am for a new and exciting rhyme scheme, I borrow now the scheme used by Tolkien in his poem Kortirion Among the Trees.

Kantominnë
O silent city, of rock and marble made!
thy noble gates like graves astray and stilled
In what phantom-age was thy first brick laid,
what ancient godly hands thy meadows tilled?
Thy turrets, walls and shining parapets
in wistful mind a reminiscence sets
Those carvéd walls, all scribed with symbols lost
alive, alas, upon thy battlements alone
But oh, they shine like stars in silver glossed!
they fade not, for to Time they are not prone
And ever the rocks whisper in a wistful tone

O sleeping ships, in slumb'rous haven fixed!
with wooden oars as boughs of silvern trees
O noble prows, in river-lighting mixed
thy masts as forests, 'mongst the resting reeds
No ripple breaks thy stilless, sweet repose
no quiver, save of never-fading rose
Ah! such were the scents in those throbbing harbours bright
that Sárihalon many mariners named its quays
The scent of roses wafting through each glim'ring night
and gentle breezes sing of golden days
When ships and boats knew many westward ways

O Arnodómë, with thy noble lords!
proud and kind of mind and gentle souls
A rampart 'gainst great hiding, formless hordes
and bliss they had, and kept in glassy bowls
Craftsmen, loremen, men of cunning trade
with farmers, laymen many items made
The womanfolk, of great beauty and of will
would watch their men, as children roughly played
Yet husbands rode through dim-lit vales and rills
in finely crafted armour and in arms arrayed
And ever in the squares a joyous music played

But silent are thy marble streets
no echo lingers there
No rose, no harp, no shining fleets
thy walks are cold and bare
But still they muse among themselves,
those walls of greatness sprung
That ere the End the gods will come
when every song is sung

[ILLOTRTM]

Alright alright, I know my poem is lame, but I figured what the heck? Just don't judge my writing skills based on this poem, please! :rolleyes: I'm used to writing things more serious, but since you brought up the end of school, I present for the rhyming catagory:


My hands grip the desk,
my knuckles turn white,
my heart begins to race
as the heavens hear my plight.

I’m calling with my mind
and wishing with my heart
that within the soonest second
that second hand with start.

It lingers every longer
at five more seconds ‘til two.
If five seconds ever passes,
these school halls will be a zoo!

And I will be a cheetah!
The fastest of them all!
I’ll wiz by in a blur
down that fateful Middle School hall.

Am I going crazy?
Am I completely mad?
Or has that second hand totally stopped?
this day is truly sad!

But wait, it’s finally moving,
it’s finally two o’clock!
That bell is surely ringing
or my hearing skills have dropped!

It’s not that I don’t like school,
but I’ve spent too much time here!
I’m finally out and on my way!
I’ll see you all next year! :D

[Helcaraxë]

I'm glad you liked my poem!:) Yours was sensational. Very sorrowful. Anyhoo, I have a designated "Writing Notebook" now so I'll be more prolific.

[CelebrianTiwele]

::drags up thread b/c she doesn't want to make a new one::
here's another poem... I'm not totally screwed up, I just only write if I feel angry or depressed. i can't write happy poems- they all turn out stupid...anyway-

Anger
This burning sensation,
It rises up in me.
I feel the hate,
All control flees.
The guilt feeds the madness,
The madness overcomes.
Blood boils in my veins,
In my head pounds a drum.
The anger wells up,
Overflowing into hate.
Darkness envelopes me,
Nothing will compensate.
I try to struggle through,
Just one more day.
Before the anger returns,
To sweep me away.

[CelebrianTiwele]

and another... we all feel this way at some point in time or another

Free
These walls surround me,
I cannot break free.
These chains hold me down,
I cannot leave.
Can you help me get out?
Before I drown?
Can you set me free?
Before my world crumbles down?
These bars block my vision,
All hope seems to fade.
I cannot pull down,
These walls I have made.
No one can come in,
No one can get out.
I'm trapped beyond hope,
Certainties turn to doubt.
So I will wait awhile,
Until the dusk turns to dawn.
In hopes that my life,
Will not fade, till it is gone.

[reem]

(applaudes impressedly) bravo! bravo!!
i liked:) it's really good:) i think i'll actually write these down:)
reem

[Lossengondiel]

Struggling day by day
To survive into the next
Racing thoughts
Envelop your mind to
Never leave you peace
Gradually destroying your sanity
To leave you bent and broken unable to be
Healed of your wounds of the heart
To you nothing else
Occupies your mind
Calling, calling it hurts you
Again tearing at your soul
Ravaging what's left
Reveling in
Your pain and agony, and
Once the damage is done you will
Never believe you can be whole again

[CelebrianTiwele]

::is tremendously flattered:: well, thanks!!! :)

[Helcaraxë]

Here's one I wrote on a whim in about two minutes. Not very good, but what the hey.

So fleeting is the hour
When in dawn's first light
The sky is cast in gold,
For soon it fades-
And morning wanes and falls
And with it the golden light
Which once so proudly shone
And lit the clouds,
Then into darkness all is plunged-
Wherein no cry breaks the silence
And eternal night doth not abate.

I'm planning on writing a Lay related to a book I want to write, so I'll have that in a few days.

[Bethelarien]

This one I wrote a couple months ago. I'll post some of my other pathetic attempts at poetry later.

Lost

They say you never realize how much you love someone until they're gone.
They say you never realize how much you need someone until they're not there.
They say you never realize how much you treasure someone until they've moved on.
I never really believed all that; in fact, I didn't ever really care.

I sit by the window and think of everything you've done for me,
And I realize that I can never repay you, no matter how long I try to.
I sit underneath your tree and think of how many times you saved me,
From others, from myself-I could never do what I have done without you.

But now that you're gone, I'm completely lost.
My mind is reeling, my feelings in chaos.
To lose one you love is a terrible thing-
But to lose a parent is even worse.

It's been more than four years since the day you left me,
But still it seems like yesterday.
You loved me as your own since the day you met me,
Yet when I needed you most, God took you away.

From a daughter to her father, I want you to know
All the things I never told you before.
And though I know it didn't always show,
I love you-no one could love you more.

You saved my happiness, my faith, my life;
Both you and your beloved wife.
Now you're gone, it's just Mom and me,
But things aren't as bad as they could be.

So this to you is my final goodbye,
And as I kneel by your grave I start to cry.
I don't think I'll ever know why;
Instead, I can only hope and try.
Inside my heart is an empty hole
Sometimes I feel like I'm losing control.
I want you to know how much I miss you
And I want you to know how much I love you
All I want is to make you proud.

~*Goodbye, Dad, parting is hard, but our reunion will be sweet.*~

[Bethelarien]

These are all so good! I wish I could write good poetry. *pouts in a corner*

[Helcaraxë]

[QUOTE]Pathetic

Who says? It was excellent + touching. Truly.

[Helcaraxë]

Yes, that was truly excellent. A very common form of meter is Iambic Pentameter and Iambic Tetrameter, although I find Draconic to be kinda cool.

[Bethelarien]

Thanks. But still, it's not very good.

[Helcaraxë]

That was great Treyar. I love ballads. I'll have one in a few days.

[Idril]

It's not pathetic Beth, it's what you feel in your heart and therefore it can never be anything other than beautiful. That was very touching:)

.

[Helcaraxë]

Here's one I wrote a couple months ago.

Hail, O shining standard!
Thy flag is raised upon the heights,
The sail's unfurled, the oars are manned,
The brazen trumpets sound!

Hail, O shining standard!
Whereupon the banner's flung,
Far across the smokey fields
The gleaming bell is rung!

Hail, O shining standard!
For when we've stayed fell night's adavance,
And claimed the stones of Heaven's vault
The clear, cold horns will call!

[Lonna]

Morgoth"sBane,

I really liked that first poem you posted (the others were good too).

Hey, everyone, I've got to finish my book (sequel to my cancer survival story) so that I can start on part 2 of my "Selah" fantasy trilogy (much more fun to write). I have a lot of little girls (my daugher & her friends) begging me to write that fantasy novel, but I've got to finish that nonfiction book first. And I've been so busy with conferences, birthday parties, and the usual June stuff.

So I'm spending time writing poetry & posting on TTF . . .

Any suggestions?

[Helcaraxë]

Originally posted by Lonna


Any suggestions?

Suggestions with regard to what? And I'm glad you liked my poems.:)

[Helcaraxë]

Yes, it was beautiful. Free verse opens an entirely new world of poetry, and is less restricting than verse.

[Helcaraxë]

I think you have a knack for metered poems!:) :D I don't think you're crazy. Everyone has emotions. And I as well am sorry that you are depressed:( :( :(

[Helcaraxë]

Hail, O shining standard!
Thy banner is raised upon the heights,
The sail's unfurled, the oars are manned,
The brazen trumpets sound!

Hail, O shining standard!
Whereupon the banner's flung;
Far across the smokey fields
The gleaming bell is rung!

Hail, O shining standard!
For when we've stayed fell night's advance
And claimed the stones of Heaven's vault
The clear, cold horns will call.

[Helcaraxë]

Here's my second one:

So fleeting is the hour
When in dawn's first light
The sky is cast in gold,
For soon it fades-
And morning wanes and falls
And with it the golden light
Which once so proudly shone
And lit the clouds,
Then into darkness all is plunged-
Wherein no cry breaks the silence
And eternal night doth not abate.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Were I not me...
I'd swim seas abroad.
I'd take a chance or two,
maybe even risk a lovers passionante kiss,
Were I not me

[syongstar]

Blessed Moment
Bringing the dream to the waking mind,
holding a peice of the flow called time,
the conection,nexus,perfection,eturnity,
is to live in grace and walk in poetry.

A Thought
A precious thing is a thought,
energy because we sought,
to reach our beyond ourselves,
then there flows the greatest wealth.
A thought can be like a stone,
tossed into the still unknown,
begining ripples of change,
life evolves ,it's rearanged.
A priceless thing that's not bought,
is the power of a single thought.

[Helcaraxë]

Quite lovely!

[Lúthien Séregon]

Thanks Morgoth''s Bane! Recently I did a bit of a rewrite of this poem:

An idyllic winter blue wind swept over the lake
Serenely enveloping the turquoise sheen
a striking blue as clear as a crystal cut shard,
a scene as cool as trickling water green.
Sprung from a yearning of liquid,
of the ocean bordered with russet-cream cliffs,
Memory echoes these visions of colour,
with deep reflections of fiery intent.

Yet only one in the myriad of rays
A prism of my light; in harmonious blend,
I have swept over worlds unseen and parallel,
as varied as swirled droplets of the sun.
My sight reveals an aura of portraits, mulithued,
from the auburn and jade of my eyes,
Like twin mirrors set deep within a forest,
tainted with the silver hues of the skies

They blaze amongst my true colours,
As vivid and bright as the fire that burns within me.
Flickering like russet in an Autumn wood,
burgundy matches the ruby swell of my heart.
As would bejewelled fountains, in summer's heat,
these crystalline patterns remain true.
They dance in vivacity, unmatched and untainted,
their perfection in beauty, the soul of my life

But amongst the striking colours,
lie always the darkness of charred memories
and the beings that would try to bring me down,
harbouring pale bitterness devoid of clarity
My colours alight, burning brightly through darkness,
before the lost memory of night, melts away.
So utterly barren, before the distinct beauty,
of a myriad of colours, unique unto me.

I'm not sure whether or not this new blocking form works better than its original style of four lines per verse, but the poem's pretty much finished now.

[Lantarion]

Wonderful!
:)

[Bethelarien]

Thank you very much. I'm working on another poem, but it's ****, so I probably won't post it. (That, and it's not finished yet.)

[Celebthôl]

awww go on :) the last one was Brill :)

[Bethelarien]

Once again, thanks. I'm working on it. It's about this guy I know that is really being a jerk. And since I'm rather furious with him at the moment, it shouldn't take long to finish it. ;)

[reem]

why thank you Morgoth:) i understood the bit about Iambic pentametre and tetrametre, but you completely lost me on the Draconic bit! i must say that even though i started studying for Enlish lit. A levels, i never finished:p
so could you just explain that one for me?

Lanty and Estrella, i'll be posting my story things in a few days, so don't completely give up on me! and post some of your stuff, acha?? (that's a new word i leaned the other day, it means 'yes' in indian!)
reem

[reem]

nay nay, my god friends. i have come to the conclusion that depression and other such strong feelings are the muses of art. where would we be with out them!!
Celebrian, take advantage of what ever feelings you have and use them for the benefit of this thread!! show thyself!
reem

[Lantarion]

nay nay, my god friends. i have come to the conclusion that depression and other such strong feelings are the muses of art. where would we be with out them!!
Celebrian, take advantage of what ever feelings you have and use them for the benefit of this thread!! show thyself!

You've been reading Oscar Wilde, haven't you? ;) :D
But no, I agree. Different emotions obviously produce completely different poetry. It's just a force surging through you that is put into words; but the writer still needs skill in order to convey his/her feelings well. And I think you definately have, Celebrian. I was stunned by your last poem; it had a real feeling to it..
But only show us your writing if you want to. We certainly want to read more, of course! but you shouldn't feel obligated to feed us. :)

[Lantarion]

Woo! Reem is back! :D
Hehe, I suspect that Morgtoh"sBane posted here acidentally.. Or I just have no idea what he's tlaking about. Both very possible.. :D
Hmm.. How would you pronounce those names, Mushtaqeen for example? I assume that the 'ee' should be pronounced as 'ii'.. And is the letter 'q' a 'qu', or a 'k'? :)

[Estrella]

can't wait.... i've been sputtering lately on my own story... -sighs- :( . tengo nada ( i have nothing. another new phrase for you Reem, it's spanish, if you don't know. ;) ) But i will post some of my poems on here.... i also have no new poems. grr..

[syongstar]

They say there is a hole in the ozone,
they say earth just can't go on,
but nothing ever stays the same.
The only constant is change.
A feild of flowers turns to streets,
winters death turns to summers heat.
When the water is getting low,
another glacier starts to flow,
reminding us of the constant challenge,
to live our lives in perfect balance.
~~*~~

[Lantarion]

Er, actually Estrella, this thread seems to have evolved into a sort of presenting grounds for stories and langauges &c. that people have devised.. I'd prefer if you posted your poetry in the Poetry (http://www.thetolkienforum.com/showthread.php?s=&postid=326230#post326230) thread. ;)

No tienes nada? Lo siento, señora. ;)

[reem]

haha!! indeed i am back!! uno momento!!....actually, i have no idea what that has to do with what i want to say but it's the only intallian thing i know!!
ok anyway, the 'q' in Mushtaqeen and Munaqideen are the rough equivalent of an Arabic letter. it's the same letter that the word Quran begins with. but i think the most that a foriegner could manage is a 'k' sound:p hehe!

ok, here is a breif view of what i have come up with so far:
The Mushtaqeen
They are a sort of ethnic group comming from The Sada, another race of people that i will later talk about. They pretty much follow the beliefes of the Sada but they take a more posistive approach to life. they believe in trying to break free from the mold and tradition that society has set for them. they also beleiev in the necessity of freeing themselves form the hold of the material world. They try to emphasizr on the potential of the human race and teh importance of achieving it.
the word Mushtaqeen means 'those whom have come appart from'. i have to admit that is of no iginituity of mine that i am comming up with these names, because they're all Arabic words:)
i will post more later. but i think that i'll need a bit more time to fine tune everything.
reem

[reem]

hehe!! wow is it that obvious, Lanty?!!:p
and listen to what Lanty says, Celebrian...mass production never contained any quality...i should know:( i've created alot of peices of rubbish because i tried to push myself...you should just let it come to you when it comes...
...not that it ever comes to me...:(:(:p;)
reem

[Lantarion]

It's Arabic? Wow.
But that sounds great! So is your setting Saudi Arabia? :D

[reem]

hehe!! dude no!! nowhere as hot!! i was thinking that i might actually attempt a bit of origionality on that part and try to create my own maps:) but if i was to base it on any country it'd be Jordan:) my own country:):) (i don't expect you to know it though.)
reem

[Estrella]

That's what i've figured. I guess I could've made my Japanese base work... Sounds cool Reem. I should expand a bit on a story I wrote awhile back... in 10th grade. I know where jordan is kinda. I'm a bit fuzzy on th Geography. Isin't it south of Syria? I'm determined not to look at a map for that. and Mar'ban! (sp?) and Uno momento is the same in spanish too!

[reem]

i told you i could speak stuff!! i also know la cocoracha!! hehe!!! i learned that when i was a kid...it was a song i think:p;)
oh well, i have hundreds of unfinished stories that i started years ago and never got around to finishing them. they're all stacked at the bottom of my closet...maybe i'll look them over and see if i find anything interesting there to use as a plot line:)
yes, jordan is really close to syria. it also shares a border with palestine and iraq:p not a very good thing if there is turmoil in both countries!! but jordanians have (over the years) mastered the art of keeping out of people's business...which is a very useful art...not to mention safer!!
reem

[Lonna]

Morgoth"sBane,

Suggestions on how I can get my book (sequel to my nonfiction cancer survival story) finished, which I've been working on for 3 years and am sick of (though I think it's the best thing I've done). I'll take any and all suggestions. I want to write fantasy again!

Thanks!

[faila]

What is death but life?
what is life but pain?
will it always be like this?
will i never feel sane?
death causes more life
but does it cause more pain?
will it always be like this?
surely I will feel sane.



hmm this is probobly the wierdest poem ive ever written can you guess in essence what its saying?

[reem]

This is one of my newly discouvered and favorite poems by Louis MacNeice that i'd like to share with you:

Prayer Before Birth

I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the blood-sucking bat or the rat of the stoat or
the club-footer ghoul come near me.

I am not yet Born; console me.
I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,
with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,
on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.

I am not yet born; provide me
With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, tree to talk
to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light
in the back of my mind to guide me.

I am not yet born; forgive me
For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words
when they speak me, my thoughts when they think me,
my treason engendered by traitors beyond me,
my life when they murder by means of my
hands, my death when they live me.

I am not yet born; rehearse me
In the parts i must play and the cues i must take when
old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me,
mountains frown on me, lovers laugh at me, the
white waves call me to folly and the desert calls
me to doom and the beggar refuses
my gift and my children curse me.

I am not yet born; O hear me,
Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God
come near me.

I am not yet born; O fill me
With strength against those who would freeze my
humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton,
would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with
one face, a thing, and against all those
who would dissipate my entirety, would
blow me like thistledown hither and
thither or hither and thither
like water held in the
hands would spill me.

Let them not make a stone and let them not spill me.
Otherwise kill me.




amazing, isn't it? i had to read it about four times to fully understand it:)
reem

[Lonna]

faila,

You're looking forward to the Resurrection--life after death in Heaven, where there is no death nor pain.

"And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes;
there shall be no more death,
nor sorrow,
nor crying.
There shall be no more pain . . . " (Rev. 21:4)

All the best,

Lonna

P.S. I'm still working on my book . . .

[syongstar]

sad,but true.

[Beorn]

Is it really fun,
_____If you can't do it with the one you love?
What's the point of swimming,
_____If you can't do it with the one you love?

Why eat an ice cream cone on a warm summer night,
_____If you can't do it with the one you love?
Is it really worth the trouble to look good
_____If you can't do it with the one you love?

What makes it worse is the one you love
_____Not knowing it.

[Lonna]

Hey, everyone,

I'm tired of all the hoopla about the new "Harry Potter" book. I think it's far inferior to Tolkien's writing. If you want to know why, read my essay called "The Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter" on the first page of my website (see below).

What do the rest of you think about Harry Potter? Is it great children's literature--or not??

[Lossengondiel]

I dunno...I much prefer Harry Potter to LOTR (LOTR is still good) I find it easier reading and much more able to keep my attention than LOTR. Its something I can relate to

btw how is Jess?

[reem]

what is? that fact that Onemust read it more than once to understand it or the poem itself??!:p;)
reem

[Lonna]

Lossengondiel,

Jessica is doing better. I've been giving her aloa vera juice. She still has her bad days, when she lays on the couch, and her stomach hurts. It looks like she's giving up figure skating, alas! But maybe she'll turn to horseback riding again (she's done 2 years of Horse Camp in the summer & a few trail rides). She's pretty good with animals. Her parrot Penny is learning to say stuff. The other days I told Jess & her brother Little Frodo (age 8) to get ready for church, right now! And Penny repeated, "Right now!" and keeps saying it when she sees me. How are you doing?

[Lossengondiel]

Quite fine, quite fine, thanks :) I'm glad Jess is doing better. I've never been horseback riding before. Summer is here finally and a break from everything. Haven't had the most time for writing, alas! :eek: :eek: :eek: I'm sorry my fellow writers!!!

[Lantarion]

Hehe; as nice as this discource is, perhaps you could do it privately? ;)
Glad to hear your daughter is doing better, Lonna.

[Lantarion]

i told you i could speak stuff!! i also know la cocoracha!! hehe!!! i learned that when i was a kid...it was a song i think
The only part I remember is Marijuana que fumar!.. :rolleyes:

[faila]

Im not sure if i posted this one yet:

People look at me with wonder in there eye
for into there philosophy I do not buy
I do not steal cheat or lie
and I will never die
sometimes people ask me why
and to them I do reply
for me did jesus die

[reem]

err...does it mean like.."Mariguana which fumes" or something??!:p i have no idea what that's suppoes to mean! eplain it in normal english please!
reem

[Liat_ravensong]

i like it despite thet fact i had to read it 3 times before i understood it fully.
makes you think though....

[Liat_ravensong]

just out of interest did you write this or have you found it? & if you did find it will you tell me the author as it is really interesting.

[Lonna]

Okay, Lanty, will do. Keep up your good writing.

[Finduilas]

Hmmm...O wanted to ask the same...

They say there is a hole in the ozone,

BTW, when I read the word 'ozone' I remembered how my friends poked fun with me cause my last name is 'Ouzounova' and they sametimes called me 'Ozonova'....I don't know it just stroke my mind...:)

[goldmare]

Wow... though I understood most of it the first time through.

Oh, that is so beautiful, it's almost painful. And it is so true. For some reason, it makes me want to cry, that's what I feel like sometimes... wow...

[goldmare]

Tell me what you think, I wrote this two years ago (I was very into Robin Hood at the time, can you tell? :D )

Tale of the Greenwood

Shady trees, cool and comforting leaves
Still silence, pierced not by a shrill birdcall
A knowing, a feeling, under these eaves
Where calmness, peace and serenity fall.
Animals hidden within their own den
Scattered about, throughout forest and fen
Living their way through the day and the night
Trying surviving with less of a fight.

Breaking the silence of afternoon gloom
A merry laugh sounds and echoes, then caught
Hand over mouth, still as a tomb
A young sprite listens, stomach taut.
A mischievous plan, a daring trick
Of lawless men who live in the thick
Of trees and traps and holes underground
Steal from the rich, give the poor what is found.

A name whispered, a legend unfolds
Of one of the hood, an archer renown
A band of outlaws, defying the holds
Of greedy men who have much to atone.
A sheriff, a maiden, a handsome young lord
The hero who never had need for a sword
A forest called Sherwood, protector of many
And a villain who tried to take every penny.

The sprite laughed once again in awe of the joke
And set out to find these men dressed in green
To offer his services to these brave folk
And prove that his skills measured equally keen.
He thought that he rather agreed with the notion
Of men rising up in unanimous motion
Rebelling against all oppression and tax
And fighting them off with the bow and the axe.

Heart full of joy, he set out that day
Becoming an outlaw, a man living free
From worries once had, from taxes to pay
And living a life behind bush and in tree.
Forever thereon, contented he was
To fight alongside his comrades because
He knew that the cause that he fought for was right
And knowing this fact, heavy hearts are made light.

[reem]

it is really sad. it sickens, beacuse it tell us exactly what we are. the human race sucks, doesn't it??
reem

[Liat_ravensong]

uh huh in someways it would have been better had we never evolved, no global warming no horrendous (sp?) poverty, not so many extinct animals....man we suck!:(

[Lúthien Séregon]

I agree :( It makes me feel so depressed thinking about the condition of society sometimes...and this poem expresses it well. I've never read it before, it's really interesting, in subject and the way it's been written...and the truth of it.

[Liat_ravensong]

ah poor Finduilas, well it could be worse my friends called frostybottom! though what this has to do with the poem beats me!:)

[Lúthien Séregon]

Ever had those moments where a poem just comes to you from almost nowhere in particular, with no particular inspiration? It's strange when it happens, and this poem is the result of one of those times, a couple of hours ago:

White Beauty concealment

Look past the surface and glean those sweet depths
Of no perfection so fair, white as innocence’s breath,
And view the trappings of intricate pain and despair,
Inner tenderness as existing as her camouflage laid bare

Polar beauty the innocent cloak made from weavings;
The concealment to hide the fragments from revealing,
Crossed fire entrapped in the weavings of the heart,
In dark agony unknown, ravenously ripping to impart

A deep blood hidden beneath dark and starlit eyes,
White beauty cries of the lurking, evasive lies;
As darkness shrouded by innocent deceit,
The icy polar beauty hides still, splendid in defeat

[Celebthôl]

Its a VERY good poem :) you are very telented :)

[Lúthien Séregon]

Hey! Thanks for reading :p though I dunno if I'm that talented, lolz :p But thanks so much though

[Celebthôl]

Its quite alright for both circumstances :), you are telented :)

[Finduilas]

Did they call YOU frostybottom?:eek:
Ammm...BTW, what does it mean..?:)

[Estrella]

it's hard to make an understandable translation, but it roughly means Marijuana thats smoking... I haven't really thought about that song in awhile...

[syongstar]

this was words I wrote down after argueing with a friends over the enviroment~~*~~

[Liat_ravensong]

no.soz, my friends surname was frosty bottom:
Lizzie Frostybottom:eek:
( i didn't explain myself very well.)
my surnames Nurse, (i get stick for that anyway, "when you grow up will you be a nurse, 'cos then you'd be nurse Nurse...."that kinda thing):)

i have big big rows with my friends over the enviroment, we're all into origami & they keep using clean paper instead of used, & it really bugs me. ( that sounds really petty when i write it down:()
so i have sympathy:p

[Liat_ravensong]

i'm with Celebthôl that was incredibly good :)

[Liat_ravensong]

it wasn't bad
i liked it, don't put yourself down:)

[reem]

oh it's a song is it? who's?
reem

[reem]

i think that what makes us such horrile 'thngs' is that we have such potential and we shamelessly waste it on...well, i dont think i'm aloud to use the word i have in mind.
well, i think we're all...or, to be more fair, most of us...just a waste of space, effort, and scarce rawmaterials.
depressing isn't it? but it's true. i think we should be more constructive in the good sense. that means that when we do something we might as well do it to the bennefit of all living things as much as possible. ..not that i should talk, considering the lazy twit i can be:(:( oh well, we can always dream, can't we?
that's what human beings are best at...talking.
alas!!
reem

[Dimatron]

I really enjoy writing poems about soldiers. War scenes are just so dramatic!! I really want to capture it, but so far.

Heres a poem called "but the soldier struggled on"
please read it and give me your opinions, tips, advise...tanks

But the soldier struggled on

His walk was slow and heavy.
His footprints deep in the crimson snow.
How this soldier survived the battle,
only God must know.

Not a soul in sight, only bare black trees.
But the soldier struggled on.
In his mind the sound of war still echoed,
although days had come and gone.

He came to the foot of a steep, dark mountain
with a cold and misty peak.
He must not stop. He must go on.
Saviour he must seek.

Every step was was a stab of pain.
His face numb with the icy air.
He had left behind a trail of blood,
but didnt seem to care.

His heart and soul and mind,
on this final task were set.
But the soldier struggled on.
Beyond the mountain he must get.

For what felt like years he trugged through the snow.
He was exausted. Nearly dead.
But the soldier struggled on,
with legs that felt like lead.

There! Through the snowflakes!
Silloueted in the clean white snow.
Were many figures running close.
But were they friend or foe?

The shadowy figures were closer now.
He knew it was no dream.
He saw they werent the enemy,
so he started to wave and scream.

His scream echoed through the freezing air.
He heared voices in reply.
He shouted out with all his strength.
Over the plaines his voice did fly.

Two strong arms caught him before he fell.
Familiar voices he could hear.
He had now found saviour.
He had nothing more to fear.

~The soldier struggled on~

[Lantarion]

It's a national song I think, it was sung during the Spanish Civil War.
BACK TO TOPIC THOUGH! :D

[Liat_ravensong]

humans are also v good at dreaming, which is probably what got us in this mess in the first place:cool:

[Lúthien Séregon]

Thanks Liat...it's incredible what happens sometimes when you can just let go and let any idea surface.

[Lantarion]

Aháxastë
Ah wondorous mechanisms,
cogs and pistons toiling!
Steam-emitting vials, like dragons
cleanest, clearest of waters boiling

Earth's mahines, like rotors turning
silent, spinning motion
With subtlety executed,
administered like a renewing potion

And oh the melodies,
those metallic songs,
of nail upon clean dun glass
and humming systems of revolving gongs

Embedded into it, shuddering
cylinders, turbines, engines golden
With clockwork symmetry contrived
of molten gold and silver icicles

Beneath the earth, operating
arcane apparatus, contained energy
By skill adeptly transfigured
clicking, whirring with stable buoyancy

Hallways like factories of bronze
gold-rimmed, bespectacled
And a haze of steel
whole cities of towering metal

Clanging vehicles, in one place running
countless glittering awls,
Happily devoid of ardor and emotion
iron-shod and crystal-wrought

And when they wake?

[VioletFalcon129]

Very very good poem. I like poems like that, dark. Correct me if i'm wrong.

[VioletFalcon129]

That was ameazing. My mouth was hanging open when i fineshed that poem. Wonderful. Breath taking. shut me up before i hurt myself.

[Estrella]

oh ya.... we were talking about stories...

[VioletFalcon129]

Oooh! that was a good poem.

[reem]

well, i dont know about u, but i'm very sorry to say that my sudden gush of creativity has just tapped out...:( so, until further notice, any creative endeavors on my part will be on hold:(:( sigh!
but what aout u guys?? anything new? Lanty, what happened with ur work? and Estrella? why haven'y U posted anything!! thou are guilty of laziness!!
reem

[reem]

yah:)that's another of our handicaps, isn't it!! we dream more than we do!! but i guess we aren't all THAT bad...we make great food...and even better books!! and we're legendary at escaping reality! hehe!:p;)
reem

[Liat_ravensong]

we also invented wonderous things called computers that always seem to break when i am around *glowers reproachfully at stupid 'puter sitting infront of her which will not let her do anything due to stupid broken mouse*:mad: :rolleyes:

[Lantarion]

thou are guilty of laziness!!
That about sums it up for me at the moment. In Mallorca, and when I got back, I wrote a lot of new stuff.. But I want to work on something lesslegendary and mythical for a change.. I was thikning of giving names to some of the different clans of dragons I have thought up..
One of them, the "normal" kind found in most (if not all) fantasy books, is called at this moment the Oirocashti, loosely translated "Fire-bird". And 'bird' in the sense of a general, flying creature, not a singing little thing. :D But I prefer to use the term Oirofóri. Fóri is from the root form FÔR, 'great heat'.
And that name is in the other, more 'ancient' language I'm creating, Alanaric.

[Liat_ravensong]

thats ok you deserved it;)

i find that i do my best writing outside, i don't know why...
:)

[liteheartdmerry]

I sit on this hill
my destiny at hand
sun is blazing
though there is
a chill in the air
i face a decision
that could mean
victory or fate
do i choose
to go and risk my life
or stay and risk my
family and friends
who could ever imagine
that something so small
could do so much harm
every night i wonder why
i have been chosen to
go on this journey
and to bear this ring

[Lonna]

Nice poems, Lanty and liteheartdmerry. Wish I had more time for poetry. I've been doing feature articles for "The Mountain News" (my local newspaper), www.mountain-news.com (http://www.mountain-news.com).

My head's too full of facts!

You know what they say about a freelance writer? She (or he) is free to starve wherever she (or he) wants to!

If I had time for poetry
I'd write a line or two
But since I got that newspaper job
My head's too full of pooh.

[Lúthien Séregon]

It's more peaceful writing outdoors...I write a lot about nature, so writing outside inspires me a lot as well.

Very very good poem. I like poems like that, dark. Correct me if i'm wrong.

Thanks, yep, a lot of my poems are dark, but I don't know why, they've just become darker over the years.

[Lúthien Séregon]

Thanks so much VioletFalcon :D

[reem]

sounds pretty good. why dont you cll it a Fire-Worm? or Fire-breathing-Flying-Fire-Worm?...Or Maniac-Fire-Breathing-Moster-Beast_Which_Looks_Like-a-Giant-Flyinh-Worm?...:p;)
reem

[reem]

ah yes, owr wonderful creations....which i can scarcely use...whether they actually work or not!
ho hum, never mind about that.
reem

[Estrella]

What about water Bird for another one? Aren't. there water dragons too? Reem.... I would've loved to write.... but i've been a bit too scatter brained to really get anything good. But I am starting a new Story. i'm putting a few together... connecting dots if you will. i didn't see it before, but all my little stories are just continuing adventures of the each other! So i'm not lazy! :D
and i didn't wanna double post... it goes against my rules. hehehehehe. i'll get back to ya on the dragons.

[Lantarion]

LOL reem. :D
And yes, there are water-dragons.
The general race of 'dragons' is called the Úrui. 'Normal' dragons are called Oirofóri, Oirofúri or Oirocashti.
The ones that live in water (mostly seas) do not have wings, and look nothing like the Western view of a dragon. They are kind and inteligent, and can hypnotize any animal, &c. These are called the Issenului; issë means 'snake', and the old word úlun is a poetic term for 'very deep water'.
Then there is one more clan of Úrui, called the Voloiri. The Alanaric word voloi comes from the suffix Vë- meaning 'green', and the Alanaric word aloi, meaning 'wings'. They live, as you might expect, in forests and deep valleys.

That's the basic overview, I haven't gotten much deeper yet.

[Estrella]

you've gotten farther then i could.. i don't even know how to type those letters! way cool.

[Liat_ravensong]

mutters about the stupid mouse a bit more until friend points out that the twerp over there has it, goes & attacs twerp.......

some things that we make work ( though not when i'm around:p )

[Liat_ravensong]

yup v v good (like all your other poems:) :p :p

[syongstar]

In the morning the rising sun,
is like a young one having fun,
then growing until the power of noon,
has the clarity of the full moon.
Then gently comes the evening shade,
wisdom and knowledge are rearanged.
gathering all with experience,
and mixing it with common sense,
thus finding a new way,
thereby dawns a new day.~~*~~

[reem]

i have found that things never work, whether i AM there or NOT!! but most usually just when i'm there...i think to spite me.
reem

[reem]

i have discovered that i am such a fickle person that i cant decide about anything!! but i think i'll stick to reading for the timebeing....maybe i should just liit myself to making sketches of the world that i want to place y story in....but that means that i have to learn how to actually draw...so it will be sometime before i get anything done....ho hum...life is so depressing soetimes...especially for the untallented. sigh:(
reem

[HLGStrider]

For what felt like years he trugged through the snow.

Take out the the. . . this line needs to be shorter somehow. . .hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...

It felt like years; he trugged through snow

?


Otherwise very nice.

[Estrella]

lol.... I took it easy for awhile. now i have a story going again! There's nothing wrong with a little down time, reem.:o

[syongstar]

oak tree standing tall and strong,
bless us with your holy song,
healing,wisdom ,and life energy,
that makes us whole and sets us free.
Holy oak of earth and sky,
bless us in all we try,
bring us ever closer to Home,
Everywhere we roam.
~~*~~

[reem]

:)sure, if it was a LITTLE down time, then no problem...but CONSTANT downtime is anothing thing completely!!:p oh wel, i guess it's just that some people have it, and other dont.......hm....well, let us now cpnsintrate on those who DO, so Lanty, please procede to enlighten us:)
reem

[Lonna]

The moon wakes me up at midnight,
slanting into my window that overlooks the forest.
I slip out of bed and notice how the moonlight
touches the new mahogany desk,
coating the red wood with a thin plane of white light.
The moonlight coats the black laptop and the chair I sit at,
and the carpet by my feet.
I step out into the plane of moonlight,
and it covers my aching, nerve-damaged feet
with a silvery beauty
for those few seconds that I stand there.

And I look out the window,
at the moon shining through the cedar trees,
caught partly in their branches,
forming patterns on the forest zones
of boughs and treetrunks and smaller oaks
and manzanitas and uneven ground.
The moon touches the stone steps
leading up our slope to a path
and a single bench by the streambed.

And I think, there is a kind of strange,
fantastic beauty in nonfiction.

[Estrella]

I didn't know we were endarkened? hehehehe - I wanna be enlightened too!.:D

[goldmare]

Some of the poem confused me, so I looked it up on the web and I found a few typos that maybe you should fix so that people can understand it better:

rat or the stoat (not of)

club-footed (not footer)

Let them not make me a stone (not "make a stone")

Sorry, I must seem really picky to you, but when I found out what it should have said, it made more sense to me, and I think if you change these things it might make more sense to others as well, especially the last one. ;)

[Evenstar373]

I was asked to put a pice of this on here so here it is

And there he stood
noble proud and strong.
An evil shadow could not pass over him
HE was pure light
Kingly he seemed
HE had no flaw... but even He was tempted by the evil one
But he defetied him by the most powerfull wepon HE smote him in his tracks

I need to know what you think so tell me

[HLGStrider]

It's nice. . .who are we talking about, however?

Frodo? Aragorn? I can see how it could apply to both and not apply to both. . .I'll go with Frodo.

This is assuming this is Tolkien, of course. . .It could be Jesus.

defetied; defeated

powem: poem

powerfull: powerful

wepon: weapon

[reem]

oops:embarassed: hehe! spelling mistakes, sorry bout that!! even with the book infront of me imanage to make spelling mistakes!! how to i fix it?
reem

[Evenstar373]

thank you i was in a hurry when i typed it

[HLGStrider]

No problem. You aren't the worst speller on the board by a long shot. Some people you need a translater just to read their posts!

[Thomas Baggins]

Great peom Dim! I like it a-lot, I wish I had the gift of peotry.


Gornien/Aravorn

[Lantarion]

I liked that a LOT as well! Really good; and that rhyme scheme is one which makes most poems sound terribly forced and unnatural; there's no avoiding it unless you're a master poet, like me hem hem (kidding, kidding :D), but you did a great job with it. :)
And as for the For what felt like years he trugged through the snow.
I think it's ok. It depends how you read a/the poem. I wasn't looking for any partiular beat, so the length of that line didn't ruffle the mien at all.. In fact, it's sort of onomatopoetic: he's trudging (note spelling!! :D) through snow for what seems like years, i.e. a damn long time, so having a particularly long sentence to describe that fits nicely. :)
It's true though, it sounds slightly odd when no other line in the stanza is anywhere as long.. Maybe if you added two more syllables into the second-last line in that stanza, it would flow better.
The only part I didn't like as much as the rest was the end; it was really sappy, and "Hollywood" floated across my mind at that.. But there's nothing wrong with a happy ending, nothing at all. Poeple who actually aim for tragic, sorrowful endings usually end up giving off an aura of trying too hard.

But a marvelous poem, Dimatron!! :)

[syongstar]

beautiful words.something I wonder if fiction is a living thoughtform in the imagination~~*~~

[HLGStrider]

I hate sad endings. . .hate with a purple passion. . .I can bear them if the writing is good, but I don't like them all the same.

[Celebthôl]

Originally posted by HLGStrider
I hate sad endings. . .hate with a purple passion. . .I can bear them if the writing is good, but I don't like them all the same.
Did you hate the end of LOTR then?

[HLGStrider]

Well, as I've said other places, I didn't find it all that sad. Frodo went to a beautiful place. Sam went home and had a daughter on his knee. . .I wish I had a daughter on my knee. . .

To me it was a very good ending. I don't want my characters to end up kings and queens all the time. I think the happiest ending is married with kids, which is what Sam achieved, so yes, I found it happy, and yes, I liked it. . .

I didn't like the story about Turin, however. . .It was well written but very sad so I got all depressed.

[Lonna]

Thanks, Syongstar, for the compliment.

Hey, everyone, I finished my nonfiction/ficiton (?) book, my sequel to "Crossing the Chemo Room" (my true cancer survival story). The sequel is called "I Saw You in the Moon." It took 3 years to write and almost killed me! I am so sick of facts and research. It's back to fantasy for me! I'm going to write book 2 of my "Selah of the Summit" fantasy series, about a slave girl from the hot valley who finds freedom in the mountains and then returns to the desert to free more slaves.

Anyway, if anyone is interested, you can read the first few chapters of all my books (with photos) for free on my website (below).

I'm off to New Zealand August 1, for the entire month, along with my husband Edd and 2 kids, Jessica and Little Frodo (Jonathan). We get to see where they filmed LOTRS! I'll take lots of photos and write about it. The local newspaper I work for will publish my New Zealand articles. So I actually get paid (a little).

Have a great rest of the summer, all.

:) :) :)

[Dimatron]

Thanks for your reply guys!
So it has a cheesy ending?!
I just "felt" that i couldnt let him die. He tried so hard!

[Thomas Baggins]

I know youm started this to have people talk about your peom Dim, but I have to say this. Turin's tale is possibly my favorite of all Tolkien's writings becuase I have written a story in which the charecter has his sword it somehow makes the ending not as sad but the part where what's her name falls in the river isn't cool, at least she could have lived. Anyway I personally like your ending Dimatron, while seeming somewhat different then the rest of the peom, (in that it's happy) it still is a ble to convey a happiness which lacking would make the peom not as good, in my opinion. So in conclusion, I like Turin's story, and I like your peom, both with there elements of unmatchingness *makes up word* to the rest of the work.

[HLGStrider]

Matchlessness would be less unweildy. . .

I was depressed for three days after I read that story!

[Thomas Baggins]

Yeah it is very depressing but, if every story were happy then, well, I guess there's nothing wrong with that, hmmmmmmm. I would like it better if No one died and Turin went off and lived-happily-ever-after, but Tolkien wrote it, not me, and Lord know's, he's a much better author than me. And yes I'll remember matchlessness for next time, thanks!:p

[HLGStrider]

I thought there could at least be one family member who lived and carried on the family name. I just don't prefer it when everybody dies.

[Thomas Baggins]

Yeah, me niether.:(

[Liat_ravensong]

beautiful...

[Dwarf Lord]

The Untouchables
There they are
and there thay stay
forever shall they play
the song that harbours my soul

so fare yet ugly
they are to me
to touch to feel
would be to live in ecstacy

yet there they are
and there they stay
too far, too close
for my hand to stray

to touch to feel
would be to live in ecstacy
but for me there is only to see
for untouchable they are to me

The Night
I only whish to walk at night
when the land is filled with shadow
yet filled with light for all to see
light from the stars
and light from the silver eye far above
far they are, but close they seem
filling the land with a disguise
masking the colors with darkness, silvery-grey
It gives shape to such things that have not
such as the wind, mighty wind
that blows giving to all things
new life, new movement, new speech
But from all this I hide among my sheets
forever to sleep in ignorance
truly ignorance is not always bliss!

Untitled
sometimes I fear that I am not what I wish. Not merely a loving soul that lives for others. But an ugly, ungrateful, stubborn boy! Surely those around do see it, but they pass it by as if it were nothing. Am I wrong? Surely they would not want to hear my banterings of selfishness.
If I were to have to defend myself against accusations of lust and greed. Would I stand to make a point, or would someone stand for me to make a point? Not if there were none willing to stand. Surely I am not as I see: An Ugly, Ungrateful, Stubborn Boy! There are those that truley know, Deep deep down inside I too am an imprisoned, kind soul.



DWARF LORD

[Dimatron]

i HOPE YOU DONT MEEN ME !!!

My spelling is awful...

Nice poem by the way! Maybe some more hints of who its about? gandalf?

[Dimatron]

I normally wouldnt have done it but to my own surprise i wrote a poem of love-rejection! who me? yes me!!

Dont laugh though...its about this girl...





I would have held you close through cold,harsh years.
I would have vanquished all your fears.
But you didnt let me dry your tears.
When i dare to speak you cover your ears.




Locked Doors

I lose control when i catch a glimpse of you.
My heart leaps confirming that my love for you is true.

From the begining my heart and mind are yours.
But your love i crave is behind locked doors.

The keys to your love will never be mine.
And i adore you to much to ever cross the line.

I would never try and break those doors that hold me back.
I sit and try to realise which assets do i lack.

I wish there was a way for the truth to be reviled.
But my thoughts i never want to tell, inside me they are sealed.

I am afraid you will reject my feelings burning just for you.
Then if you break my heart i will never find a new.

I will get used to being lost and sad.
Always crying over the love i never had.

No matter what,i will love you still.
Although i know you never will.

[HLGStrider]

I think I was right about it being Jesus, though she never directly affirmed it.

You have been spelling than Celebthol, Dim, which he will not mind me saying, because he seems to be proud of it.

[Lonna]

Hey, everyone,

New Zealand is so incredibly beautiful. We're on the Trail of the Ring, checking out sites where the films were made. I'll post photos on my website when I get back.

They've got mountains, beaches, jungles . . .

Take care, all,

[elithraniel]

Dimatron! That was really good, I'm not laughing at all! I thought it was very pretty and it is very poetic! I really enjoyed it!

[elithraniel]

Dimatron, you are quiet the poet.
I have never written a soldier poem; but know I think I'll have to try. I love to write but I haven't really found where my talent lies yet!
And it was very beautiful! I don't think you need to change anything unless you feel the same way about the long(er) line. I really agree with Lantarion.

Keep writing!
Elithraniel

[Arebeth]

Someone said he was dying.
I was singing for
The voice. The leaders of
Impossibility were walking,
In front of me.

And I was in love,
and I guessed,
what they had to say.
It all was lost and my dreams
had come too late.

It was the very last day
But they just didn't care.
They were laughing,and
The gleam in their eyes
Was still there.

I am afraid of each morning.
I am afraid of his tears.
But I know, I won't be there
On the very last day.

(Please excuse my bad English, I tried to translate it from French. Written 7 months ago)

[Arebeth]

Really good poem. Wish I could write something like that.
Just some lines to share (not that good, but it's the first time I write "poetry" directly in English, so they mean something to me)

His eyes became darker and darker
His voice became an lost mist;
For my love was falling forever
Where even myths do not exist.

Why am I so scared?

[Arebeth]

If you come around here, would you please just post what you think? I can stand bad comments, you know...

[Dimatron]

great poem Lúthien!! really good...
my poems are still in quite plain english,,,
but i write alot of dark poems aswell...not as good as yours!!


The Compass of Time

The Compass of Time now points to the North
The Compass struck twelve times
Now is the time when shadows emerge
And the voices of spirits climb

Now is the time, when the Gate
To the Dark Realm is unlocked
And the Passage to light and hope
Is well and truly blocked

Thin faces mourn and dark Elves jear
Haunting the living Souls
Evil Curses can be heared
When the night wind blows

The Trees wisper secretly
In an Ancient tongue of old
Which make the living stop and Shiver
As if bitten by the Cold

Lost Souls wander through the Night
There voices Rip and Tear
We are bound to the Darkest Depths
they cry out in despare

When the Compass of Time points to the North
Go...Run...Hide
For then the Realm of all things Dark is closest to our World.
Gates open when the Compass points North
Gates to endless paths...
Shadows will emerge...Lost Souls will wander...
When the Compass of Time Points North...


time waster?

[Lantarion]

Hey, there are some great poems here!! You know what would make them perfect? For them to be in the 'POETRY' thread! :rolleyes:
But seriously, excellent poetry.. I just wrote one off the top of my head, I think I'll post it.

[Lantarion]

It was very nice Arebeth; lovely, and yet sort of stinging. :)

Here's a poem I just wrote; I finished watching a movie called "Donnie Darko" a moment ago, and apart from being the greatest movie in the world (imo) it ¨touhced me very deeply.. And I tried somehow to connect both my turbulent thoughts and a to summarize the fantastic and disturbing movie.. ANyway, it's sort of stream of consciousness, so bear with me. ;)


O wraith! Imperception
waft alongside as steam;
that clear hem that forth
pulses from vaults of night.
Scented and hovering, lend me
thy hood and tremorous cape,
be scytheless, bladeless and naked
in a form without form, laughing
but standing still and staring.
If I fear thee, what do I fear?
In what bottomless wells, what discs
of endless fire and water, what pools
well-lit like Eden would I gaze upon
and question? Then be not wraith but
glass rather, distortable but never to be
controlled; O blend thy lights! but rinse
with tears what little reality we are
witness to; we shall forgive thee,
though time knows mercy not, not fear
Set in place, motionless like that curved white neck;
vivacious, in everlasting repose; violent with
burning, that glowing ice and muttering frosts
formless, soundless (but far from silent)
detected by none and with naught

O wraith! lend me thy hood and tremorous cape
Thus from dark ocean, unto dark ocean, shall I escape

[Dimatron]

Hey poets...
Ive come up with yet another time waster, that i like to call a poem.
Am i allowed to post poems about vampires?:confused:
I wrote it because i tried to give vampires a good side...:rolleyes:

anyway here it is...



Sleep my child

A baby boy in a cradle lies.
His mother stands by his side.
She rocks the cradle gentily,
her sadness trying to hide.

She smiles at her baby boy,
but their is sadness in her eyes.
She straightens out the blanket,
under which her baby lies.

“Hush my baby, sleep my child”
“My leave i now must take”
“I shall return before the dawn,
to be here when you wake”

“Be quiet now, sleep my child”
She kissed her sons blonde head.
She silently walked out the room,
with a quick and anxious tread.

She hated leaving her son alone.
All he had in the world was she.
But it was for her sons own good.
Her deeds he must not see.

Deep inside she felt a craving,
impossible to ignore.
A dying thirst for human blood.
Unquenched for evermore.

She had not seen the sun in ages.
Trapped in an endless night.
With nothing but her thirst for blood,
and fear of the light.

She searched all night, and then she found
the man who had to die.
To quench her thirst for one more night,
before the dawn is nigh.

She sank her teeth into his neck.
His life she took alone.
Although she loved the taste of blood,
her son was on his own.

With dawn approaching, she ran back,
to her only pride and joy.
She felt so guilty so unclean,
watching her sleeping, baby boy.

His was lying in his cradle.
So innocent, so pure.
And his mother wept, so ashamed.
She was cursed for evermore.

“Sleep my child, rest in eaze.
Your mother is by your side.
She loves you so, you are all she has.
You are her joy and pride.”

“Sleep my child, my innocent boy,
as pure as mountain streams.
May all things sweet and good,
come and dominate your dreams.


~sleep my child~








:p :p

[Lantarion]

Hmm, not bad at all! A little tacky in places, and the rhyming could use some work.. But a touching bit of poetry nonetheless. *sniff*

You know what would make it perfect? For it to be in the 'POETRY' thread!! :rolleyes: <--- I should make that my freakin' signature..

[Wonko The Sane]

Arabeth it's gorgeous! :) I LOVE that poem...
Can you post it in the original french so I can see what it reads like in that language too?
Becuase the translation is amazing! :)

[Zale]

Both poems are excellent; Lúthien, have you heard the Manic's "She Is Suffering"? It says pretty much the same thing as your poem, except musically.

[Zale]

In the poetry thread? What about those of us (or is it just me) that rarely look in there? Are we to be denied these works of art?
What good side of vampires does this illustrate, precisely?
Easy, not eazy, while I'm being critical; apart from that, I pronounce it faultless. It rhymes an' all...

[Dimatron]

I was trying to show that vampires were cabable of love aswell.
Nobody ever said that they werent, i just thought it was a good idea...

lantarion hates it for some reason!!!
tacky?

[Arebeth]

Originally posted by Wonko The Sane
Arabeth it's gorgeous! :) I LOVE that poem...
Can you post it in the original french so I can see what it reads like in that language too?
Becuase the translation is amazing! :)

Thank you so much Wonks. I know it's not so good but thank you.
Ok. So here's the French version. (it's not really rhymed or anything, I usually don't write in the "poetic form", so please forgive me.)

Le tout dernier jour.

On m'a dit qu'il allait mourir.
Toujours, je chantais, pour sa Voix.
Les grands maîtres, de l'Impossible
Encore, marchaient devant moi.

Et comme je l'aimais.
J'ai deviné.
Ce qu'ils diraient...
Que tout était perdu, qu'encore,
Mes rêves s'attardaient.

C'était le tout dernier jour,
Mais ils ne s'en souciaient pas.
Ils riaient, riaient et
Cette lueur, dans les yeux.
Demeurait.

J'ai peur de chaque matin,
Et j'ai peur de ses larmes.
Mais je sais, je n'y serai pas
En ce tout dernier jour.

[HLGStrider]

Can Vampires reproduce during vampire hood? :eek: :confused: :eek:

Elgee has weird ideas enough without this. . .it rhymes nice, but the subject matter is odd. . .I like it other than that. . .

[reem]

i originally wrote this as a song to be played on the guitar, but it sounds good as a poem just the same:

A Plant's Life

Growing and growing
Through darkness and morning
And leaning to
The shreads of sunlight.

Inhaling, exhaling,
Intwining and trailing
Through moldy cracks
Survival in flight.

Of beauty
knowing no bounds
Interwaeving like laughter
With intricate sounds.

Extending and bending;
A journey never ending
To a climax
A zenith in hight.

Then lowering and dieing,
Like soft music sighing
And reaching
The end of long plight.

[Estella Bolger]

Ah, tis a most beautiful of poems. Well written and explores the hidden strength of a plant. Kinda like Sam, or is that just me?

[reem]

ah!! i have exposed my Hobbitish tendancies have i?!:p;)
i thank you for the praise!!:D
reem

[Aglarthalion]

Reem, that was really a great poem. I enjoyed the style and flow of the words, which explore with detail something which we would rarely otherwise think about. Good job. :)

[Elendil3119]

This is my first poem ever. I don't believe I've even written two lines that rhyme before. :rolleyes: :D I wrote this at 12 o'clock last night on some sticky tabs, so that might come through in the poem. Constructive criticism is encouraged; nay, commanded! ;) (The last few lines are very obviously religious, so feel free to ignore them if you like.) I don't know much about poetic styles or symmetry, so it'd be great if someone could help me set up this poem in a more 'correct' format. Anyways, here goes:

In terror I shrink,
from the darkness behind
Through the shadows of the night,
I flee my own mind
Long I have suffered,
long I will weep
Pain which knows no healing,
no respite, no sleep
This night I am dreaming,
as I lie awake
My troubles are gaining,
my endurance must break
The past that I fear,
or the future instead
Darkness behind,
and Darkness ahead
May God give me strength,
in my hour of need
His commandments to follow,
His wisdom to heed
In times of distress,
when hope is no more
There is nothing left,
but faith in the Lord

[Eliot]

Ah, very nice indeed, Elendil. :D I really liked it a lot. :)

[Aglarthalion]

That's a really good poem, Elendil. I can see from the words that you did write it late at night, because they are certainly portraying emotion which reflects that situation. :)

[reem]

:D:D:D:Dpretty soon i won't be able to support my head!!:p;)
reem

[Lúthien Séregon]

Thanks! :cool: I'm not sure I've heard of it. I'll look it up though.

[malazac]

the poem can only be true if she was bitten during labour ofafter the birth . people who have been turend in to vampires are dead meaning all there body dies do you think corpses can have chilldren as well . so no vampires can not have chilldren

[Lonna]

It's the first Day of Fall
Come One; Come All
to the Contest of Wits
Words, Rhyme, and Bits!

I'm posting the Fall Poetry Contest in The Prancing Pony. Just post your poems. The deadline is October 15.

Categories:

--Rhymed Verse
--Free Verse (no obvious rhymes)
--Narative Poem (tells a story)
--Funny Poem
--Descriptive Poem (images--nature or something)

I'll be the judge,
if that's OK with you all
(I have a Master's degree in poetry
which took me a while).

By the way, I've just posted my best photos of New Zealand on my website. Check them (and our travel adventure stories) out and tell me what you think.

[HLGStrider]

Autumn Has Begun

Wood smoke in the air
The ripening of the pear
The dimming of the sun
Autumn has begun

The wind is growing cold
Leaves are turning gold
Time for soccer fun
Autumn has begun

The sky's a dismal gray
The geese they cannot stay
School is not so fun
Autumn has begun.




Whoops! I just read closer and realized it didn't have to be about fall. ..blush. . .I'll get a new poem.

[Bethelarien]

Hm...I've never entered one of these contests before. Since it doesn't have to be about fall, I'll put this one in. (It's the only poem I've ever written.:D)


Lost

They say you never realize how much you love someone until they're gone.
They say you never realize how much you need someone until they're not there.
They say you never realize how much you treasure someone until they've moved on.
I never really believed all that; in fact, I didn't ever really care.

I sit by the window and think of everything you've done for me,
And I realize that I can never repay you, no matter how long I try to.
I sit underneath your tree and think of how many times you saved me,
From others, from myself-I could never do what I have done without you.

But now that you're gone, I'm completely lost.
My mind is reeling, my feelings in chaos.
To lose on you love is a terrible thing-
But to lose a parent is even worse.

It's been more than four years since the day you left me,
But still it seems like yesterday.
You loved me as your own since the day you met me,
Yet when I needed you most, God took you away.

From a daughter to her father, I want you to know
All the things I never told you before.
And though I know it didn't always show,
I love you-no one could love you more.

You saved my happiness, my faith, my life;
Both you and your beloved wife.
Now you're gone, it's just Mom and me,
But things aren't as bad as they could be.

So this to you is my final goodbye,
And as I kneel by your grave I start to cry.
I don't think I'll ever know why;
Instead, I can only hope and try.
Inside my heart is an empty hole
Sometimes I feel like I'm losing control.
I want you to know how much I miss you
And I want you to know how much I love you
All I want is to make you proud.

~*Goodbye, Dad, parting is hard, but our reunion will be sweet.*~

[Lonna]

It's the first Day of Fall
Come One; Come All
to the Contest of Wits
Words, Rhyme, and Bits!

I'm posting the Fall Poetry Contest in The Prancing Pony. Just post your poems. Poets can submit as many poems as they wish. The deadline is October 15.

Categories (please mark your poem with a category):

--Rhymed Verse
--Free Verse (no obvious rhymes)
--Narative Poem (tells a story)
--Funny Poem
--Descriptive Poem (images--nature or something)

I'll be the judge,
if that's OK with you all
(I have a Master's degree in poetry
which took me a while).

Kalita is the 2nd Judge, and we need a 3rd as tie-breaker. Anyone interested can PM me or reply to this post. Thanks!

By the way, I've just posted my best photos of New Zealand on my website. Check them (and our travel adventure stories) out and tell me what you think.

[Lantarion]

Those categories seem a bit limited.. Shouldn't we have a free-verse or stream of consciousness category, or the like?

[Lantarion]

These don't have to be Fall-related, do they? I will probably write one anyway, but here's entry no. 1. :o :)
The category is something like Descriptive/Stream of Consciousness/Freeverse.. Let the judges decide. :D


O wraith! Imperception
waft alongside as steam;
that clear hem that forth
pulses from vaults of night.
Scented and hovering, lend me
thy hood and tremorous cape,
be scytheless, bladeless and naked
in a form without form, laughing
but standing still and staring.
If I fear thee, what do I fear?
In what bottomless wells, what discs
of endless fire and water, what pools
well-lit like Eden would I gaze upon
and question? Then be not wraith but
glass rather, distortable but never to be
controlled; O blend thy lights! but rinse
with tears what little reality we are
witness to; we shall forgive thee,
though time knows mercy not, not fear
Set in place, motionless like that curved white neck;
vivacious, in everlasting repose; violent with
burning, that glowing ice and muttering frosts
formless, soundless (but far from silent)
detected by none and with naught

O wraith! lend me thy hood and tremorous cape
Thus from dark ocean, unto dark ocean, shall I escape

[Dimatron]

come on guys dont get all scientific and realistic on me!!!

[Lonna]

Lanty,

The "Free Verse" category should cover anything other than traditional (rhymed, metered) poetry. Free verse should be fine for stream of consciousness, shape peoms, or whatever. Go for it!

[Kelonus]

Journey of Heroes (Descriptive)
Roaring thunders in the sky,
the sound of heroes passing
by.

Many days, many nights, the many
weathers during the fight.

A fight against the darkness, a fight
for the light.

A fight that gives a journey to those
who become heroes.

-My poem and I hoped you liked it all. Please dont try to steal it-

[Estrella]

descriptive poem.

Moonlit Meditation Kitty

A lone cat paw
bats at my freshly washed
calf as though my cat
decided it were worth the
effort for my
forgetful eyes to
gain her point of view. Upon
hearing her pleading Meow,
I pick her up as she
jumps into my arms,
kneading my neck,
like I were sour dough

My cat sits on the toilet seat while I brush my hair,
never seeming to move, paws tucked firmly beneath her.
Of course she can’t fool me, she can’t hide her eyes-
Poems leaping from her meditation prone mind to my own. She’s
queen of her own temple someplace, sometime.
Rarely does she visit, and tries to hide the fact, but
she cant’ fool me. She sits between a bust of Bast and Akhmet,
traveling on gold silk pillows to Diana’s temple via sleep.

Unlike me she has business to attend to, yet she still teaches me the
value in silence and the subtle art of the gaze.
When I wake up in the morning she yawns and blinks,
Examining the light beams bouncing off the wall as though a
yogi like herself were common place enough, and the
zodiac keeps marching on as she falls back asleep.
~estrella

[Lossengondiel]

Love that flows in my veins still springs eternal. It blinds all that I see until
I cannot see the truth that lies so clearly in front of me.
Fear grips my core, shaking me, shaking me, sending me spiraling into a world of hurt and pain.
My heart freezes, my emotions run cold, and I lay silent and dormant to the world.
The pain eats my skin, heartache tears me apart, anxiety drives me mad, and I never know when it will start again.
Will I ever be able to free myself from you? Will I ever again regain my heart?
Oh, requiem, requiem, save my soul and set me free!

[Lossengondiel]

Free-verse/rhyming...I think...


Love that flows in my veins still springs eternal. It blinds all that I see until
I cannot see the truth that lies so clearly in front of me.
Fear grips my core, shaking me, shaking me, sending me spiraling into a world of hurt and pain.
My heart freezes, my emotions run cold, and I lay silent and dormant to the world.
The pain eats my skin, heartache tears me apart, anxiety drives me mad, and I never know when it will start again.
Will I ever be able to free myself from you? Will I ever again regain my heart?
Oh, requiem, requiem, save my soul and set me free!

[Lossengondiel]

Narrative/free-verse...I think...oh well,

I will haunt you for the rest of your life.
Everywhere you turn, you shall see me follow;
In every woman's eyes, you shall see mine;
With every touch, you shall feel my skin;
With every kiss, you shall feel the brush of my lips;
With every caress, you shall feel my beating heart;
And when you fall asleep at night I, I shall be there beside you, watching you as you sleep, haunting your dreams, and making you wish that you had never let me go.

[Manveru]

A Thousand Years (Rhymed Verse)

A Thousand Years
'Tis not enough
To appease my ears
Athirst of Your laugh.

A Thousand Paths
Through ice and sand
I'd swiftly pass
Just to hold Your hand.

A Thousand Lives
I desire not
'Cause life without You
Is worthless, is naught.

[Lantarion]

Lo! What fire mounts the trees?
they bend the faithless sceptic's knees
Flames, O leap in enterprise
and die not by the awe-filled breeze

Erupt, ignite, explode once more
litter nature's ancient floor
With tongues that red and yellow glow
that burn and burn, but never roar

Green is turned to blazen red
from its youth to patience led
Burn with ardor, burn with glee
ere falling to your sleepy bed

Above us flame as seas doth run
lit by heaven's mighty Sun
waves that dance to Wind-smith's tune
Whisper songs, long hence begun

Then as the skies let fall their beads
extinguishing the sacred seas
So they fall, but soon the Yule
will blanket them in chastity


A little autumn for you there.. Rhymed vers,e I suppose (AABA). :)

[HLGStrider]

rhyming. ..

though the oddest rhyming I've ever done. . .no meter whatsoever.

Silence Alone
March 5th, 2002

A name, a heart, a love, a life,
So much wrapped in one who knows not
Without a struggle or a fight,
In this maudlin web was I, too readily, caught.
He breathes; he walks; he lives his life,
Unaware of me or the longings within my heart.
I sometimes long to open up,
To give the end a chance to end, or perhaps a chance to start.
To love is strange, but stranger still,
Is to love unloved, to love and not tell, nor hope to.
Not to write, speak, or hint to him,
That the emotions inside me, the fires, are so true,
And yet it is for him, this boy,
I love and love as he walks further, further away.
Perhaps if I could speak, yell out "I love you!"
Would he not walk but run, or hope beyond hope would he stay?
For what is love and who can know?
God does, for His love is pure and strong and real beyond our sphere.
My love is but a shadow to God's, a flimsy thing.
Love is a shadow to me, something forced to cring, shiver, blush, and fear.
Yet beyond hope, I hope on, forever.
Beyond reality I've stepped, into a forever, eternal dream.
Is my dream of love or just romance, fantasy?
Is there reality and love? Is it ever as hoped for or always as it will seem?
Truth fights love, at times I think.
It says grow up, for he has, grown up and forgotten what there was to be forgot,
What little there was, yet so much remains!
Will I ever find him as mine, my love? Will I find what I've so long sought?

[Kelonus]

A Feeling From Within (Rhyme)

A feeling from within, reveals
to a person themself what
they can do. Felt from within,
an action may be done.

To help, to save, to give anyway.
A feeling of goodness from within.

Those with hearts that are good,
get these feelings from within.

[Faceless God]

Flow:

Life
Bleak nefarious world of endless torment, created an imperfect being by a perfect creator; living in a vile world of decaying nothingness; the purification fires of the almighty and all knowing God of perfection await our immortal and undying souls in the inner most circles of Hell; our unworthy carcasses of weakness and sin are marks of our imperfection; worthless, wretched, insignificant slaves in the almighty chess game of Our All Mighty Lord, constrained to live this life of misery and anguish, pawns of God the Perfection; Judgement Day awaits where we will plead for his almighty, divine mercy that we might be spared from the bane of his enternal prison of fiery agony.


Hell Awaits:

Pointless eternity of bitter torment, trapped here on this plane of existence by this mere body of mortal flesh. Consumed by dreaded knowledge that the fires burn, which the creator has set for our souls; to purify these sacks of flesh molded into his image, for him to demand for his mercy on Judgement day, for the crimes that he created us to commit, WE BURN!!!!


Shakspearan Sonet: Flawed......


“Honorable” Knights


Knights, the most honorable of all men.
With swords of sharpened metal, always set.
To protect the public and thine own kin. Thy morals and honor are at unrest.

You rape, slaughter, plunder, Where is thine honor?
Evilness radiates off you, kill yourself.
You are full of noble taint of your father.
You protect yourselves, your power, your wealth.



You saucy, saucy knaves, you baneful knights. You have earned an eternity of pain.
Your malice and cruelty reach new heights.
As you enter into hell’s domain.
You shall walk the path of eternal pain.

[HLGStrider]

Narrative

A Perculiar Steed
December 31st, 2001

The book which you're about to read
Is about a most peculiar steed.
It starts over a century ago
(A century's a hundred years, you know.)

Yes, in old Oregon, there was
A cowboy by the name of Gus.
He was the strangest, old cowpoke.
The others thought him quite a joke.

Now all cowboys must ride, of course.
Their preferable mount is called a horse,
But Gus he found a horse too high,
A fact that made the others sigh.

"Now, Gus," said good old Salem Bill,
"We ride horses, and you will.
After all, and this aint just talk,
If you don't ride, you'll have to walk."

But good, old Gus stuck to his guns
Despite his fellows' jibes and puns.
For after all, a horse is tall,
And Gus. . .well. . .He was kinda small.

So Gus set out with just a rope
To fulfil his lifelong hope.
"There must be a steed as short as I,"
Said little Gus with a heart felt sigh.

He talked to rabbits, a duck, and a goose.
When desperate he even consulted moose,
But poor Gus couldn't find a ride
That made him feel just right inside.

He climbed Mt. Hood to the very peak
And skipping rocks, he crossed Browns Creek.
Over trees and rocks and field
His stubborn hope refused to yeild.

His wanderings brough him to deserts sands
Far out past the baddest lands.
It was there that he spied a beast
That did not displease him in the least.

It was a reptile with lime green eyes.
It had lime green scales on lime green thighs.
"Well, Yeeha!" Gus gave a shout.
"Now this is what I'm talkin' 'bout."

He put his rope around its throat
(He'd kept it hidden beneath his coat)
"Come on Lima," for so he called it,
But Lima liked ropes not one bit.

Lima pulled and Lima fought.
"Maybe you're not as perfect as I thought,"
Was Gus's sigh as on he pulled.
"Come on, Lima, it's getting cold."

Finally the lizard relented
(Though she hadn't quite repented),
Oh yes, she could bide her time,
That sneaky lizard, the color of lime.

And so he rode her into town
With his ten gallon hat on like a crown.
Oh and h