Post by Andorinha on Feb 2, 2009 17:10:49 GMT -6
September 2002 Poetry Contest
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From: MSN NicknameLord_Algamesh
Sent: 8/31/2002 9:37 PM
Let's get this started!
The September topic will concern one of the most tragic events to ever occur in the history of Arda:
* The Kinslaying at Alqualondë
Remember, the poem must be no longer than 12 lines in length (no more than 12 words per line). This contest will run through September 30th, afterwhich, a panel of judges will select a "winner". Poems may be submitted to this thread at any time between September 1st and September 30th. Once submitted, the poem will be considered 'final' and no further modifications should be made.
NOTE: If you plan to participate in this contest, you may want to use a bit of caution before reading any submissions to this thread prior to your submission. It might affect your ability to remain "original". Then again, you may be the sort of person who is able to draw inspiration from the viewing of other work. It's your choice!
Please remember, this contest is in it's fledgling stages and we will probably goof up a bit. Apologies in advance!
Please, feel free to be creative and most of all - Have Fun!
Algamesh
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From: MSN NicknameIarwainBen-adar1
Sent: 9/6/2002 7:40 AM
Edë Branda Ciria Silquë<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>
Rest Noble White Ships<o:p></o:p>
As translated from Teleri song into Westron verse
<o:p> </o:p>
Into Hallowed Mound did Her sick venom seep,
Ungoliant’s poison then did Valanor sweep;
For Melkor’s crimes did Nodor want pay,
For Feanor’s crimes of what shall we say?
<o:p> </o:p>
To Alqualondë prideful Feanor came,
To ask boon of Olwë who was without blame;
He wanted our ships, wanted All! Not a few,
Mariners that night claimed ominous winds blew:
<o:p> </o:p>
Olwë clamed friendship but no ships may you use,
Irreplaceable as Silmarills our my ships if you lose:
The Noldor attacked a fey mood they were in,
About Alqualondë rose a combative din;
<o:p> </o:p>
Through the dark eve kin were wickedly slain,
Wearing our blood Feanor left with his gain;
From red flames on horizon the following night,
We bid rest Noble, Elvish, Ships made of white: <o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
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From: megn1
Sent: 9/16/2002 11:20 AM
White swans, fair swans,
Fruit of makers' art.
Joy in the morning sailing,
Pride of Telerian heart.
Swift swans, strong swans,
Answer Feanor's need.
Proudly he claims them all
Driven by his greed.
Red swans, dull swans,
Blood on deck and side,
Tools of betrayal twice over,
Burned on the altar of pride.
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From: Shelob
Sent: 9/20/2002 8:24 PM
here is my poem. hope that you like it
Swans, The epitome of beauty
Gazing at the horrid sight of the ultimate sin
Death
Of your comrade, Your kin
Blood spilled everywhere, unable to be salvaged
Twisted manifestation of beauty
Ideal tragedy encompassed in a single act
A single day
A single moment
That should never have happened
Never have come to be
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From: Ilúviël Almarië
Sent: 9/25/2002 7:52 PM
The hem was bloodied of the sea, the ocean mouthed its sorrow
The wind moaned blind in grief unto the sounds of first-born horror
The waves did rent and brothers dear did fall beneath the brine
As Fëanor, with blade unsheathed, left honour far behind
"What charge is this", Olwë beseeched, "to take what is not yours?"
But passion's oath did answer cruel upon the white ships moored
For darkened day did groan and shake and tore the morning down
As Fëanor, he slew his blood and swallowed Eru's crown
All honour gone beneath the waves as pride doth burnt its sail
The Eldalië in ocean's steep did weep as they were slain
The veil was rent of innocence that morn upon the shore
And now the Halls of Mandos are unquiet ever more...
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From: sparrow
Sent: 9/30/2002 12:22 PM
My humble submission:
Alqualondë
(The Sparrow's Lament)
What happened here, what chaos reigned?
Flames on the watery pyre raged.
Passion unleashed, kin betrayed,
innocence lost to strife unconstrained.
Succor denied was amity;
confident still in Valar reign,
that Morgoth's strength could not remain,
and invoked Feanor's enmity.
Heart's work lost to proud pursuit
of heart's thrall, at still greater cost -
Life and virtue, what great loss;
harvest of vanity's bitter root.
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From: Glorfindle
Sent: 9/30/2002 8:51 PM
"Swans of Twilight"
The Swans of Twilight glid upon, the shores of our fair Alqualondë.
In Feanor's pride, did Noldor fail,and bring the Shadow close to sail.
Not Silmarills bright, nor Galadriel-sight, could stay the answer of that night.
In our Kin's blood, are our days done,
and Eru prove who's right.
The Swans still glide upon the tide,
passing under Elbereth's light.
Yet the shedding of blood, is still not won,
in the eyes of the Elvish Night.
Glor
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From: MSN NicknameLord_Algamesh
Sent: 8/31/2002 9:37 PM
Let's get this started!
The September topic will concern one of the most tragic events to ever occur in the history of Arda:
* The Kinslaying at Alqualondë
Remember, the poem must be no longer than 12 lines in length (no more than 12 words per line). This contest will run through September 30th, afterwhich, a panel of judges will select a "winner". Poems may be submitted to this thread at any time between September 1st and September 30th. Once submitted, the poem will be considered 'final' and no further modifications should be made.
NOTE: If you plan to participate in this contest, you may want to use a bit of caution before reading any submissions to this thread prior to your submission. It might affect your ability to remain "original". Then again, you may be the sort of person who is able to draw inspiration from the viewing of other work. It's your choice!
Please remember, this contest is in it's fledgling stages and we will probably goof up a bit. Apologies in advance!
Please, feel free to be creative and most of all - Have Fun!
Algamesh
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Message 2 of 7 in Discussion
From: MSN NicknameIarwainBen-adar1
Sent: 9/6/2002 7:40 AM
Edë Branda Ciria Silquë<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>
Rest Noble White Ships<o:p></o:p>
As translated from Teleri song into Westron verse
<o:p> </o:p>
Into Hallowed Mound did Her sick venom seep,
Ungoliant’s poison then did Valanor sweep;
For Melkor’s crimes did Nodor want pay,
For Feanor’s crimes of what shall we say?
<o:p> </o:p>
To Alqualondë prideful Feanor came,
To ask boon of Olwë who was without blame;
He wanted our ships, wanted All! Not a few,
Mariners that night claimed ominous winds blew:
<o:p> </o:p>
Olwë clamed friendship but no ships may you use,
Irreplaceable as Silmarills our my ships if you lose:
The Noldor attacked a fey mood they were in,
About Alqualondë rose a combative din;
<o:p> </o:p>
Through the dark eve kin were wickedly slain,
Wearing our blood Feanor left with his gain;
From red flames on horizon the following night,
We bid rest Noble, Elvish, Ships made of white: <o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
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Message 3 of 7 in Discussion
From: megn1
Sent: 9/16/2002 11:20 AM
White swans, fair swans,
Fruit of makers' art.
Joy in the morning sailing,
Pride of Telerian heart.
Swift swans, strong swans,
Answer Feanor's need.
Proudly he claims them all
Driven by his greed.
Red swans, dull swans,
Blood on deck and side,
Tools of betrayal twice over,
Burned on the altar of pride.
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Message 4 of 7 in Discussion
From: Shelob
Sent: 9/20/2002 8:24 PM
here is my poem. hope that you like it
Swans, The epitome of beauty
Gazing at the horrid sight of the ultimate sin
Death
Of your comrade, Your kin
Blood spilled everywhere, unable to be salvaged
Twisted manifestation of beauty
Ideal tragedy encompassed in a single act
A single day
A single moment
That should never have happened
Never have come to be
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Message 5 of 7 in Discussion
From: Ilúviël Almarië
Sent: 9/25/2002 7:52 PM
The hem was bloodied of the sea, the ocean mouthed its sorrow
The wind moaned blind in grief unto the sounds of first-born horror
The waves did rent and brothers dear did fall beneath the brine
As Fëanor, with blade unsheathed, left honour far behind
"What charge is this", Olwë beseeched, "to take what is not yours?"
But passion's oath did answer cruel upon the white ships moored
For darkened day did groan and shake and tore the morning down
As Fëanor, he slew his blood and swallowed Eru's crown
All honour gone beneath the waves as pride doth burnt its sail
The Eldalië in ocean's steep did weep as they were slain
The veil was rent of innocence that morn upon the shore
And now the Halls of Mandos are unquiet ever more...
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Message 6 of 7 in Discussion
From: sparrow
Sent: 9/30/2002 12:22 PM
My humble submission:
Alqualondë
(The Sparrow's Lament)
What happened here, what chaos reigned?
Flames on the watery pyre raged.
Passion unleashed, kin betrayed,
innocence lost to strife unconstrained.
Succor denied was amity;
confident still in Valar reign,
that Morgoth's strength could not remain,
and invoked Feanor's enmity.
Heart's work lost to proud pursuit
of heart's thrall, at still greater cost -
Life and virtue, what great loss;
harvest of vanity's bitter root.
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Message 7 of 7 in Discussion
From: Glorfindle
Sent: 9/30/2002 8:51 PM
"Swans of Twilight"
The Swans of Twilight glid upon, the shores of our fair Alqualondë.
In Feanor's pride, did Noldor fail,and bring the Shadow close to sail.
Not Silmarills bright, nor Galadriel-sight, could stay the answer of that night.
In our Kin's blood, are our days done,
and Eru prove who's right.
The Swans still glide upon the tide,
passing under Elbereth's light.
Yet the shedding of blood, is still not won,
in the eyes of the Elvish Night.
Glor