Post by Andorinha on Feb 13, 2009 9:54:30 GMT -6
August 2003 Poetry Contest
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From: Olórië
Sent: 8/11/2003 10:04 PM
It's our last chance for summer vacation, and I bet I know where we'd all head if we could. Well...let's go! Here's your chance to create the most memorable vacation of your life -- and to take us all along with you. The topic for this month's TR poetry contest is your favorite fantasy:
My Summer Vacation in Middle-earth
Maybe you'll go tubing down the Anduin. Or summer-ski on the slopes of Caradhras. Enjoy the Elves' hospitality at Rivendell or Lórien, or spelunk through a little-explored section of the Glittering Caves of Aglarond. Whatever you choose, tell it in verse, and make us feel we're there too. Use your creativity and share your vision (and your vacation pictures)!
The usual poetic license applies. No length or form guidelines this time, but do remember, as Oscar Wilde reminded us, that brevity is the soul of wit.
The contest begins NOW and all entries are due before midnight on August 31. Once submitted, the poem will be considered 'final' and no further modifications should be made. The entries will be judged by member votes after the close of the contest.
If you have any questions, just email me (click on my name at the top of this message to get my email address).
NOTE: If you plan to participate in this contest, you may wish not to read the rest of this thread before you submit your own poem. It might affect your ability to remain "original." Then again, seeing other's work may spur you on. You choose! But please reserve this contest thread for the poems alone during the contest period -- out of fairness to all, please don't post comments here about the poems until after the closing date. You can, of course, send praise privately in email or chat.
Get ready...have fun...and GO !!!
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From: MSN NicknameAlgamesh_of_Arnor
Sent: 8/12/2003 12:49 AM
"The Rangers are Restless!"
Ranger, sheath the heavy sword
Retire and rest thy calloused hand
Away with me from toil and trouble
Wander lightly through this fair land!
Stray peacefully amongst halfling gardens
With salt on brow sail Elven seas
The world abounds with unclaimed wonder
From misty moutain to hoary tree!
On holiday we sojourn brightly
No worry or care to bring us low
The whole of Arda is laid before us
Whither, oh where now shall we go?
Before returning to dreadful labor
Upon this vow we do decree
With friends abundant and dark ale flowing
Vacation !!! Vacation !!! Find us in Bree!
- Algamesh 08/11/03
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From: MSN NicknamePearlbloom_Greenleaf
Sent: 8/12/2003 7:03 AM
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The following is not specifically on summer vacation, but on vacation the whole year through (now wouldn't that be a dream - speaking of favourite fantasies...!) - hopefully, that's alright too....
Though my heart is in Ithilien
And roots in realm of Mirkwood King
Sometimes I leave my country fair
For just a bit of travelling
In Summer, Minas Tirith calls
Noble city, spires high
Its people busy, walls so strong
And on the breeze, the scent of seas
In Autumn, the hidden waterfalls
Of Imladris to me do sigh
Of peace and quiet Elven song
And miruvor, and floating leaves
What better place (when snow enthralls
The spirit) than the Hobbits' Shire
Snowball fights for old and young
And every day two, three hot meals!
Yet nothing but Ithilien
Compares to Galadriel's woods in Spring
When not at home, my heart goes there
The wondrous woods of Lorien
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Message 4 of 7 in Discussion
From: Fangorn
Sent: 8/13/2003 1:57 AM
SUMMER IN THE SHIRE
or
(Down the Road That Goes Ever On)
This summers heat and drenching rain; has left me with my share of pain
So once again I find myself; in a Hobbit hole or being an Elf
At the keyboards I sit and think; how nice it would be to give a wink
To sweet little Rosie across the table
And walk her home if I were able
DOWN THE ROAD THAT GOES EVER ON
The Gaffer and I would have many talks
About 'taters and gardening and prunning of stalks
And then Sam and I would go on some walks
DOWN THE ROAD THAT GOES EVER ON
I stopped to see Bilbo for some tea and a pipe
But we sit and we talk far into the night
About Elves and adventures we both want to see
And remember old times at that inn in south Bree
DOWN THE ROAD THAT GOES EVER ON
I met Frodo reading at the base of a tree
We laughed and climbed branches as high as can be
We both thought we spied the path to the Sea
DOWN THE ROAD THAT GOES EVER ON
Pippin and Merry were up to no good
Still stealing mushrooms in old Maggots wood
But we laughed and talked and did what we should
We paid him a visit and paid for the goods
And after a dinner that would satisfy need
We said our good-byes at his stair that would lead
DOWN THE ROAD THAT GOES EVER ON
Hobbit children laughing; a cart rolls along
A tall battered hat; they break into song
He throws them some pennnies; they send up a cheer
Fireworks will come as the cart rolls more near
DOWN THE ROAD THAT GOES EVER ON
Midsummers Eve, and a crackling young fire
I feel so content in the heart of the Shire
And safe at Bag End; such a comfy abode
'Till I look down again at the start of the road
With fear and great joy, I set down my feet
On the road where paths and errands meet
DOWN THE ROAD THAT GOES EVER ON
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Message 5 of 7 in Discussion
From: sparrow
Sent: 9/1/2003 10:17 AM
Summer in Lorien
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How softly falls the summer dew on leaves of Lorien!
How subtly filters sunlight through the shining sheltering boughs!
How peaceful this place -- time stands still and troubled minds can mend,
While battered bodies fortify in Galadriel's golden house.
Breathe deep! The fresh air sweetly fragrant sanctifies the soul.
Take heart! The toils and cares of life are far removed from here.
Though worries and demands of daily life exact their toll,
A respite in the Golden Wood drives out all doubt and fear.
Hark! How sweetly sings the songbird!
Lo! How gently stirs the breeze!
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Message 6 of 7 in Discussion
From: MSN NicknameStorrmrider
Sent: 9/1/2003 8:29 PM
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A Trail Ride in Middle-earth
Lady of Rohan rode her brown steed
Galloping across Westemnet's grassy reeds.
Meduseld's golden light shone over the land
Diminishing as woman and horse ran.
Racing across fields that bloomed
Up ahead Fangorn Forest loomed.
Intruding under a canopy of twisted branches
Lady and mare took their chances.
Surrounded by a forest that was dark and dim
Stormrider peered from 'neath her hat brim.
She beheld a very ancient and tree-ish wood
Trunks with ragged leaves and weeping beards as they stood.
Between the tall old trees they went first
In search of the Entwash to quench their thirst.
Drinking deeply the water was swirling
Lady's hair and mare's tail were curling!
From behind them a loud "Hrrrmmm Hooming!"
Horse and rider turned to find an old Ent looming.
Many like Beeches, Oaks, Birches, and Maples appeared
With long sticks of fingers they stroked their beards.
Stormrider watched with curiosity
And Storm's ears twitched busily
To hear old Entish during the Entmoot.
Northward Lady and steed did run
Hurrying before the setting of the sun.
Onward to their next adventure
The Golden Wood was their next venture.
Eagerly Stormrider rode
Alongside the gurgling Silverlode.
'neath tall trees arched in a golden roof
Storm trod and placed her hoof.
Prancing between silver pillared trees
Laden with yellow flowers and buzzing bees.
Haldir, Rúmil, and Orophin were set
Keeping vigil in their treetop flet.
Granting passage is understood
This Lady is welcome in the Golden Wood.
Along the way horse and rider had found
Two circles of trees atop a great mound.
The bare outer trees were snowy and white
But the inner trees were a wondrous sight!
Mallorn trees of great height and girth
A spectacular sight--priceless in worth!
In Caras Galadhon, city of the Galadhrim,
Galadriel and Celeborn bid them welcome.
With Elanor and niphredil in the glade
Stormrider and Storm joyfully played
Where Aragorn and Arwen's promise was made.
Stormrider August 2003
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Message 7 of 7 in Discussion
From: Olórië
Sent: 9/4/2003 10:10 PM
What fine vacations you poets had, and how well you all wrote about them! And now it's time for a really tough choice -- which are our favorites? Think hard, choose, then send me your vote in an email (click on my name at the top of this message to get my email address). Any member of TR may vote -- make sure YOU do!
When you vote, please indicate your choices for first, second, and third places. Votes are due by midnight on Saturday, Sept. 13.
Thanks again, poets, for sharing your fantasy vacations, not to mention your fine work.
___________________________________________________
Reply
Message 1 of 7 in Discussion
From: Olórië
Sent: 8/11/2003 10:04 PM
It's our last chance for summer vacation, and I bet I know where we'd all head if we could. Well...let's go! Here's your chance to create the most memorable vacation of your life -- and to take us all along with you. The topic for this month's TR poetry contest is your favorite fantasy:
My Summer Vacation in Middle-earth
Maybe you'll go tubing down the Anduin. Or summer-ski on the slopes of Caradhras. Enjoy the Elves' hospitality at Rivendell or Lórien, or spelunk through a little-explored section of the Glittering Caves of Aglarond. Whatever you choose, tell it in verse, and make us feel we're there too. Use your creativity and share your vision (and your vacation pictures)!
The usual poetic license applies. No length or form guidelines this time, but do remember, as Oscar Wilde reminded us, that brevity is the soul of wit.
The contest begins NOW and all entries are due before midnight on August 31. Once submitted, the poem will be considered 'final' and no further modifications should be made. The entries will be judged by member votes after the close of the contest.
If you have any questions, just email me (click on my name at the top of this message to get my email address).
NOTE: If you plan to participate in this contest, you may wish not to read the rest of this thread before you submit your own poem. It might affect your ability to remain "original." Then again, seeing other's work may spur you on. You choose! But please reserve this contest thread for the poems alone during the contest period -- out of fairness to all, please don't post comments here about the poems until after the closing date. You can, of course, send praise privately in email or chat.
Get ready...have fun...and GO !!!
__________________________________________________
Reply
Message 2 of 7 in Discussion
From: MSN NicknameAlgamesh_of_Arnor
Sent: 8/12/2003 12:49 AM
"The Rangers are Restless!"
Ranger, sheath the heavy sword
Retire and rest thy calloused hand
Away with me from toil and trouble
Wander lightly through this fair land!
Stray peacefully amongst halfling gardens
With salt on brow sail Elven seas
The world abounds with unclaimed wonder
From misty moutain to hoary tree!
On holiday we sojourn brightly
No worry or care to bring us low
The whole of Arda is laid before us
Whither, oh where now shall we go?
Before returning to dreadful labor
Upon this vow we do decree
With friends abundant and dark ale flowing
Vacation !!! Vacation !!! Find us in Bree!
- Algamesh 08/11/03
_______________________________________________________
Reply
Message 3 of 7 in Discussion
From: MSN NicknamePearlbloom_Greenleaf
Sent: 8/12/2003 7:03 AM
[Image Lost]
The following is not specifically on summer vacation, but on vacation the whole year through (now wouldn't that be a dream - speaking of favourite fantasies...!) - hopefully, that's alright too....
Though my heart is in Ithilien
And roots in realm of Mirkwood King
Sometimes I leave my country fair
For just a bit of travelling
In Summer, Minas Tirith calls
Noble city, spires high
Its people busy, walls so strong
And on the breeze, the scent of seas
In Autumn, the hidden waterfalls
Of Imladris to me do sigh
Of peace and quiet Elven song
And miruvor, and floating leaves
What better place (when snow enthralls
The spirit) than the Hobbits' Shire
Snowball fights for old and young
And every day two, three hot meals!
Yet nothing but Ithilien
Compares to Galadriel's woods in Spring
When not at home, my heart goes there
The wondrous woods of Lorien
_______________________________________________________
Reply
Message 4 of 7 in Discussion
From: Fangorn
Sent: 8/13/2003 1:57 AM
SUMMER IN THE SHIRE
or
(Down the Road That Goes Ever On)
This summers heat and drenching rain; has left me with my share of pain
So once again I find myself; in a Hobbit hole or being an Elf
At the keyboards I sit and think; how nice it would be to give a wink
To sweet little Rosie across the table
And walk her home if I were able
DOWN THE ROAD THAT GOES EVER ON
The Gaffer and I would have many talks
About 'taters and gardening and prunning of stalks
And then Sam and I would go on some walks
DOWN THE ROAD THAT GOES EVER ON
I stopped to see Bilbo for some tea and a pipe
But we sit and we talk far into the night
About Elves and adventures we both want to see
And remember old times at that inn in south Bree
DOWN THE ROAD THAT GOES EVER ON
I met Frodo reading at the base of a tree
We laughed and climbed branches as high as can be
We both thought we spied the path to the Sea
DOWN THE ROAD THAT GOES EVER ON
Pippin and Merry were up to no good
Still stealing mushrooms in old Maggots wood
But we laughed and talked and did what we should
We paid him a visit and paid for the goods
And after a dinner that would satisfy need
We said our good-byes at his stair that would lead
DOWN THE ROAD THAT GOES EVER ON
Hobbit children laughing; a cart rolls along
A tall battered hat; they break into song
He throws them some pennnies; they send up a cheer
Fireworks will come as the cart rolls more near
DOWN THE ROAD THAT GOES EVER ON
Midsummers Eve, and a crackling young fire
I feel so content in the heart of the Shire
And safe at Bag End; such a comfy abode
'Till I look down again at the start of the road
With fear and great joy, I set down my feet
On the road where paths and errands meet
DOWN THE ROAD THAT GOES EVER ON
_____________________________________________________
Reply
Message 5 of 7 in Discussion
From: sparrow
Sent: 9/1/2003 10:17 AM
Summer in Lorien
[Image Lost]
How softly falls the summer dew on leaves of Lorien!
How subtly filters sunlight through the shining sheltering boughs!
How peaceful this place -- time stands still and troubled minds can mend,
While battered bodies fortify in Galadriel's golden house.
Breathe deep! The fresh air sweetly fragrant sanctifies the soul.
Take heart! The toils and cares of life are far removed from here.
Though worries and demands of daily life exact their toll,
A respite in the Golden Wood drives out all doubt and fear.
Hark! How sweetly sings the songbird!
Lo! How gently stirs the breeze!
____________________________________________________
Reply
Message 6 of 7 in Discussion
From: MSN NicknameStorrmrider
Sent: 9/1/2003 8:29 PM
[Image Lost]
A Trail Ride in Middle-earth
Lady of Rohan rode her brown steed
Galloping across Westemnet's grassy reeds.
Meduseld's golden light shone over the land
Diminishing as woman and horse ran.
Racing across fields that bloomed
Up ahead Fangorn Forest loomed.
Intruding under a canopy of twisted branches
Lady and mare took their chances.
Surrounded by a forest that was dark and dim
Stormrider peered from 'neath her hat brim.
She beheld a very ancient and tree-ish wood
Trunks with ragged leaves and weeping beards as they stood.
Between the tall old trees they went first
In search of the Entwash to quench their thirst.
Drinking deeply the water was swirling
Lady's hair and mare's tail were curling!
From behind them a loud "Hrrrmmm Hooming!"
Horse and rider turned to find an old Ent looming.
Many like Beeches, Oaks, Birches, and Maples appeared
With long sticks of fingers they stroked their beards.
Stormrider watched with curiosity
And Storm's ears twitched busily
To hear old Entish during the Entmoot.
Northward Lady and steed did run
Hurrying before the setting of the sun.
Onward to their next adventure
The Golden Wood was their next venture.
Eagerly Stormrider rode
Alongside the gurgling Silverlode.
'neath tall trees arched in a golden roof
Storm trod and placed her hoof.
Prancing between silver pillared trees
Laden with yellow flowers and buzzing bees.
Haldir, Rúmil, and Orophin were set
Keeping vigil in their treetop flet.
Granting passage is understood
This Lady is welcome in the Golden Wood.
Along the way horse and rider had found
Two circles of trees atop a great mound.
The bare outer trees were snowy and white
But the inner trees were a wondrous sight!
Mallorn trees of great height and girth
A spectacular sight--priceless in worth!
In Caras Galadhon, city of the Galadhrim,
Galadriel and Celeborn bid them welcome.
With Elanor and niphredil in the glade
Stormrider and Storm joyfully played
Where Aragorn and Arwen's promise was made.
Stormrider August 2003
________________________________________________________
Reply
Message 7 of 7 in Discussion
From: Olórië
Sent: 9/4/2003 10:10 PM
What fine vacations you poets had, and how well you all wrote about them! And now it's time for a really tough choice -- which are our favorites? Think hard, choose, then send me your vote in an email (click on my name at the top of this message to get my email address). Any member of TR may vote -- make sure YOU do!
When you vote, please indicate your choices for first, second, and third places. Votes are due by midnight on Saturday, Sept. 13.
Thanks again, poets, for sharing your fantasy vacations, not to mention your fine work.