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Post by Fangorn on Jul 1, 2004 15:40:27 GMT -6
AN UNEXPECTED PARTY: Dwarves in Action [/IMG] Thorin by Majah[/center] We will be following the current Hobbit Art Contest with our poetry submissions. The topic for July will be concerning Dwarves, preferably in action. You can reference the Dwarves arrival at Bilbo's Hobbit Hole, for inspiration, their clothes, their social manner, their weaponry, and even their intentions. No constraints are made at this time on poetry form save one: No long epics please  If you are lost for inspiration with those limited parameters, you may expand to Dwarves in general. But the topic must be related to Dwarves. Have fun! Give it a try! You can do it! Reference our "Poetry Basics" thread if you need help. And as ALWAYS...e-mail or IM or PM me if you need any advice or assistance. |
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Thanks Desi! I love it...
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Post by Aeleorn on Jul 3, 2004 11:04:36 GMT -6
An unexpected party song
Eating up, licking up,
Still washing up!
It’s them dwarves, darn them dwarves,
Them stupid dwarves!
At my door, through my door,
Soiled my floor!
With their boots, heavy boots,
See those dyed hoods!
And the beards; long, long, beards,
Lead me to tears!
Gone, my food, all my food,
They got it good!
Lovely pie, tasty pie...
I want to cry!
Oh, those dwarves, darn those dwarves,
Those stupid dwarves!
When, my dear, are they done?
I wish them gone! |
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Post by Fangorn on Jul 5, 2004 21:32:47 GMT -6
His beard was long, his lineage great,
Yet still he stopped at Bilbo's gate.
He saw the mark upon the door,
but should Gandalf's wisdom call for more?
He thought of gold and Dragon Fire
Big black wings against the Spire
And stone and fire reigning down
Upon his kin; Upon the town
And secret caves of silver light
Causing Worm to make the flight
And after blood and death and pain
Dragon laid thier lands to shame
All rests upon the bones of fathers
That Thorin cannot forget
So if I enlist this Baggins Thief,
I may get our treasure yet.
So he looks at the gate
pushes it open wide
His mission cannot wait
This may turn the tide.
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Post by Desi Baggins on Jul 6, 2004 16:59:49 GMT -6
Unexpected Actions
Pop! A surprise attack
All thirteen dwarves each in a sack
This happens when traveling with a Hobbit
Freed when the trolls turned to rock
Crack in the wall opened wider
Goblins grabbed and pulled ‘em insid’er
This happens when traveling with a Hobbit
Glamdring saved all even Biter
Now hanging they sway
Hearing, kill ‘em I say
This happens when traveling with a Hobbit
Attercop sounded got ‘em away
Each in a separate cell
Into barrels that smell
This happens when traveling with a Hobbit
Dropped like a bucket in a well
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Post by MajahTR on Jul 21, 2004 23:25:52 GMT -6
Requiem for a great friend
Regal! So Proud! And may I add, a bit Grouchy?
Our friend Thorin Oakenshield that will be
Head held up high with a voice so demanding
Maps and High Tales “All LISTEN to ME!”<br>
Yet as on time marches and adventures arrive
Thorin demonstrates great bravery non par
Strength shown in spirit and very unrepenting
He leads his devoted band ever so far
But when his head lays down, weary and in pain
Hearts mourn all over and weep at the loss
The road he once traveled soon to be ending
They mourn a brave friend ‘till again the paths cross
Majah
7/21/04
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Post by Fangorn on Jul 22, 2004 20:40:40 GMT -6
Hewn of Stone
Dwarfs are hard and hewn of stone
But back before their births were known
From the mountains came the clan
The Valar brought into the land
From roots of mountains are they sprung
Granite Springs, and Mithril Tongues
Rock Hard Smiths of much renown
Spread Dragon booty in the Town
But King under Mountain is no match yet
For a violent Dragon that cannnot forget
How much more is a needed thrill
that suffers none to breech his hill
So comb your beard and drain your flagon
And steer very clear of this Dragon!
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Post by Fangorn on Jul 27, 2004 20:54:33 GMT -6
KING UNDER MOUNTAIN
King under mountain
King of stone,
Are you King enough to take your own?
The dragon has it in his grasp
Flames all warriors that dare to pass
Sits on hordes of endless treasure
Considers Dwarves not up to measure
Shield of Oak, what can you do?
To stake your claim and prove it true?
And bring the brilliant Arkenstone
Back to it's clan, back to it's home.
With kin of courage you set forth
To right the wrongs and prove your worth
With wizard wise and Hobbit theft
you try every resource left
Many leagues there is to go
Goblins, Spiders, many a foe
And when it comes at last to war
Your wisdom fails right at your door
Blood is shed and kin are lost
Was this really worth the cost?
Smaug is dead, and peace resumed
But your kingship is now entombed
At the bottom of golden treasure
lies all of the dwarves full measure
For when we seek a treasure blind
We suffer our due in true kind
Gandalf, Bilbo and the rest
Now realize they are truly blest
They returned to home at last to see
Adventures are not what they are cracked up to be
So when you tarry far from home
Be it with friends or be it alone
Looking for adventure, trouble or gold
Remember this tale even though it is old
You get what you look for most of the time
It may have no fate, rhythmn or rhyme
But one thing it has that you can't simply lose
The path that you take is the one that you choose!
Fangorn 7/04
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Post by Greenleaf on Jul 31, 2004 1:32:21 GMT -6
Thirteen Dwarves
Thirteen Dwarves came and knocked
On Mr. Bilbo’s green round door.
They asked for pies, they wanted cakes,
They demanded wine, they drank his ale.
Thirteen Dwarves were spelling trouble,
And poor Mr. Bilbo began to grumble.
They were talking of dragons and treasures,
Of frightening, dangerous, hateful adventures.
Thirteen Dwarves sat there and sang,
Some played fiddles and flutes and drum
While others clarinets and viols had
And Thorin played a golden harp.
Thirteen Dwarves slept there that night
By morning hopefully they’d be out of sight.
But no such luck – when next day came
They made him leave his hole in haste.
Thirteen Dwarves took Mr. Bilbo along,
To claim back their stolen hoard.
And when they finally reached their goal
The sturdy Dwarves were thirteen no more.
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Post by Fangorn on Aug 1, 2004 23:08:56 GMT -6
Sorry all, I have been sick the last couple days, so I did not get to close the contest properly. SR caught me and wanted to add her poem. Well, rank does have it's priviledge, and after all, I did run out of my hole without a handkerchief! My bad!
So the contest for July will officially close at 11:59pm EST on August 2,2004.
So if you have a last minute entry, hurry and get it in. After that, even the minions of Mordor will not help you!
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Post by Stormrider on Aug 2, 2004 6:15:11 GMT -6
Oh dear! I am sorry I am such a slow coach! I did not really intend for you to hold up the voting for my poem! (I would have eventually posted it even if I was not included in the voting--just so I could prove to myself that I could do it!) The good news is: My poem is shaping up better than I thought and I should have it posted by the new deadline!
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Post by Stormrider on Aug 2, 2004 17:44:59 GMT -6
A Dwarven Symphony
Thirteen Dwarves came calling one day
Offering adventure and a job with pay.
They arrived expecting hearty drinks and food
Then produced instruments to set the mood.
Out sprung clarinets, fiddles, and flutes
Hidden in the walking-sticks, clothing, and totes.
From the porch and the hall
Came viols and a harp that was tall.
Their music told of ancient days,
Ancient halls, and Dwarven ways.
The Dwarves came from hearty stock
And delved their halls in mountain rock.
Dwarves were made to be rugged creatures
Yet they adorned their halls with beautiful features.
Their halls were decorated with precious ores
And glittering gems deep in the mountain’s cores.
All was beauty, all was bliss
Until Smaug came with a flaming hiss.
Killing and plundering in his wake
The Mountain and Earth did shake.
Smaug took the halls and all they held
And those who challenged were quickly felled.
Ever since the dragon came
Life had not been quite the same.
A Dwarven desire to even the score
With a quest to retrieve their wealth from before.
Gruff Dwarven voices sang an ancient song
Of righting that which was dreadfully wrong.
With instruments they played long into the night.
When morning came they were ready to fight.
Stormrider 8/2/04 |
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Post by Fangorn on Aug 2, 2004 23:18:05 GMT -6
The poetry contest for July is now officially closed. No more entries will be allowed. Thanks to everyone who submitted an entry!
The voting polls will be up within the next day or two. Once they are up, the contest rules for the August contest will be posted.
Get those quills out, you have alot of writing to do!
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Post by Fangorn on Aug 5, 2004 1:29:26 GMT -6
For the July Contest 2004:
All 3 Polls: First, Second and Third Place are open! Please vote in each. Once the voting is closed (11:59 PM on 8/10/04) the polls will be counted and all voting locked. Good Luck to all you winners out there!
Also, once the winners are announced, please feel free to tell our poets what you thought and what you liked about their poetry. Let's encourage more members to participate each month!
Once the Awards are posted, no further challenge to the results will be accepted.
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Post by Fangorn on Aug 7, 2004 23:39:30 GMT -6
Only 2 days left to vote for your favorite poems for July. Let's get a really good voting turnout!!
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Post by Fangorn on Aug 8, 2004 21:28:10 GMT -6
Only 1 day left to vote for your favorite poems for July. Let's get a really good voting turnout!!
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- 'It's an ill wind as blows nobody no good, as I always say. And All's well as ends Better!'
