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Post by Fangorn on Dec 20, 2008 18:24:11 GMT -6
Some very nice poetry here already. It seems I will have to put my best efforts forth.....standby....
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Post by Fangorn on Dec 20, 2008 19:04:57 GMT -6
Sam's Lament It has been years since Bilbo and Frodo left And I feel the yearning as I look to the west Rosie and the kids are now getting old But the thoughts in my head still leave me cold I only held it for just a short time Why does it plague me after all of this time? My fist clenches, my chest pounds Is this evil as bad as it sounds? My head drops to my chest as I walk back to house I creep in so slowly, quiet as a mouse I stare at them sleeping and the tears start to flow How can I tell them, their Sam has to go Oh blessed Elbereth help me now I have to leave and I don’t know how You once shown for Frodo when in dire need Send me direction and guidance I plead… No answer was heard, so I closed the door I started walking to the Haven shore But when I got there…a bright light! A ship with white sails clearly in sight And Gandalf and Frodo and Bilbo were there With tears in their eyes they provided such care We know how hard this is Sam they said But what you touched needs to remain dead I boarded the ship and sailed to the west Left my Rosie, kids and life I knew best The West had a new king And 2009 had Tolkien’s Ring Don Dec 2008
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Post by Fangorn on Dec 20, 2008 19:18:07 GMT -6
Majah...I LOVED your poem..especially (missus)....you are brilliant !!
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Post by Fangorn on Dec 20, 2008 19:44:14 GMT -6
An old post from years ago....
A CHRISTMAS GIFT
Walk down your steps and into the street Examine all the faces you meet Some are happy and some are sad Some regret the life they had
You pass so many and don’t say a thing Not aware what a comment might bring You have your tasks, your day is planned Feeling so rushed, like sand through your hand
Then you are stopped, by a man in your way Homeless, helpless, not the way to start a day You look for a path that will take you away Not wishing to speak, not wishing to stay
His hand lifts up, his eyes are quite blue But you stammer and freeze, not knowing what to do “Sorry, you see, I am in quite a hurry!” Should I give him some money, and be done with this story?
So I fumbled for change, and pressed it into his hand And prepared for my quick exit around this man But he grabbed my wrist and held me back I prepared myself for a vicious attack
“No, dear lady, please don’t run” “Running from yourself is NEVER any fun” “Take this change and have a glass, you need it more than me, MERRY CHRISTMAS”
Don Sullivan 2005
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Post by Fangorn on Dec 20, 2008 19:51:55 GMT -6
My personal opinion is that Majah should be your poet Lauerate....her stuff is so good now, I would stack it up against anyone !!!
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Post by Vanye on Dec 21, 2008 12:10:22 GMT -6
Loving all the poetry! We are having some cold snowy days here & when i think that this is only the start of winter i need some cheer. All of your poems are doing the trick! Hope that all of you have a great Holiday Season & keep that poetry coming as alack & alas poetry is something i can not do. Vanye 8^)
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Post by MajahTR on Dec 21, 2008 18:39:45 GMT -6
ahhhhhhh Fang...you ALWAYS have a beautiful way with words. your influence is the only reason i even attempt to write poetry.
and in my opinion there is only one Poet Lauerate at TR... ...and that has been and always will be You! M
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Post by Fangorn on Dec 21, 2008 19:05:32 GMT -6
I love you so dearly, words cannot explain...so I guess my next poem will be about you....about time I should think, lol....
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Post by Fangorn on Dec 21, 2008 19:26:07 GMT -6
I've been searching for inspiration to write Majah's poem...I think I found a start in Don Macleans poetry and a bit of Shakespeare,,,
Strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, Killing me softly, With his song telling my whole life With his words, Killing me softly, With his song
But soft...what light through yonder window breaks...it is the east and Majah is the sun....
I think I can work with this....standby.....
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Post by Stormrider on Dec 21, 2008 19:34:30 GMT -6
Wow! Good to see you back, Fangorn. I've missed you and it is so good to read some of your poetry. Majah is correct, you ARE TR's Poet Lauerate -- hands down!
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Post by Androga Erindalant on Dec 26, 2008 3:44:46 GMT -6
Those are beautiful poems, Fangorn! Very moving. It's nice to read something of you again.
Merry Christmas!
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Post by Stormrider on Dec 26, 2008 8:43:27 GMT -6
I am STILL trying to get some time to work on the Rohirrim poem. It just got very holiday active!
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Post by Parmastahir on Dec 26, 2008 17:11:53 GMT -6
I never write poetry. But this thread has at least made me attempt it.
we travel a path both confusing and narrow tho' dark this can be no evil wight's barrow can't tell where we are e'en from sounds that we've heard - along and within water from forest songbird - our captors around and among us direct the steps of our feet with care and no neglect at last a command Unbind them Let them see A moment's confusion Now what can this be? Noise like a dragon, ripplin' like a curtain my mind takes it in but cannot be certain jewels by the thousands or pinpricks of light there's really no diff'rence it is quite a sight once in my lifetime and there none too soon sunlight through the waters of Henneth Annûn
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Post by MajahTR on Dec 27, 2008 11:42:32 GMT -6
and a most excellant attempt it is Parmastahir... thank you for sharing it!
And to my dear Fang...you must not put me on to high of a pedestal...i might fall...and hurt meself! (remember i am the one who rhymed fart in one of my contest poems!)
but with that being said, i do so look forward to your next works! i have always admired the talent that springs from your head AND your heart. fondly, M
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Post by Stormrider on Dec 27, 2008 13:27:26 GMT -6
Parmastahir:
I love your poem about the Ranger of Ithilien and their hideout behind the waterfall. It is excellent.
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