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October 2002 Poetry Contest
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From: MSN NicknameLord_Algamesh
Sent: 10/6/2002 10:21 PM
Tolkienites!
The October Poetry topic has been chosen. It was selected in the Chat Room by a gathering of members who cast votes on a selection of different topics.
The topic of choice for this month's contest was:
Ents
This topic is very broad and should allow for our participants to really use their imaginations. I can't wait to see the results! The contest begins NOW and all submissions need to be made before midnight on October 31st. Once submitted, the poem will be considered 'final' and no further modifications should be made.
The poems will be judged by submitted votes. More on this at the end of the month.
I made a guideline in our first contest stating that the poem should "be no longer than 12 lines in length (no more than 12 words per line)". I would like to clarify that this is ONLY a guideline. If you must use 15 words on a line or 16 lines in all ... that's fine. Just no EPICS!
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!
GO !!!
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From: Glorfindle
Sent: 10/7/2002 10:59 AM
Fangorn
The Ent reached down through root and bark, among the soil so rich and dark,
And deeply drank of Arda's life, through ages of the Elf Kin Strife.
He grew as ages came to bloom, as elves sailed west and men met doom.
Spreading ever arms a-wide, drinking draughts and making strides.
Then First-born came along to play, of languages and staying day,
And twilights spent among the swans, by hearth and home and singing songs.
The Ents made lists as was their way, of ages past and new born days.
Yet none could rival sweet memories, that Treebeard passed along the trees.
For he was oldest and most wise, and hid from Mordor's preying eyes.
Then one day was a fortune met, a ring that rules and a wizard's threat.
Hurons marched as dark through night, and dawn awoke a frightening site.
The Earth arose that day to claim, a broken oath and a wizard's shame.
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From: sparrow
Sent: 10/12/2002 9:03 AM
If you need encouragement to throw your hat in the ring, consider this:
Sad is his lot, who, once at least in his life, has not been a poet.
-Alphonse Marie Louis de Prat de Lamartine, poet, statesman (1790-1869)
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From: MSN NicknameIarwainBen-adar1
Sent: 10/19/2002 2:08 AM
It's what I Ent!
Inspired by Ogden Nash.
Written by Iarwain Ben-adar.
NOTE: The Entish version would consume this thread, and severly hamper loading speed of any computer!
Would it be I were like a tree,
and never have heard their talk;
Yet, how could I be rooted within Eru's earth,
when Yavanna has doomed me to walk:
A shepard of trees have some called me,
Yet few to my flock have they come;
And as the ages forget lovely, Ent-wives,
Our race quickly dwindles down to one:
Would it be I were like a tree,
My end would be faster if I stayed;
For the men of this world have condemed my whole herd,
To be lumber chopped by their blades!
The Elves have departed, Dwarves never cared,
and Hobbits have dwindled likewise;
But have men yet considered what Arda will be,
without Tree-shade to cool sunny, skys.
Iarwain Ben-adar OCT.2001
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From: Alucard Redtooth
Sent: 10/22/2002 9:17 AM
Forest’s Rage
~
Rills o’erflowing, muck murk turning blackness,
Isengard poisoned, deadly the fastness.
Minions of madness wreaking the wrath-wrought,
Horns of the tree-men, shiver men-caught.
The stones of the ages, cracked and tumbled,
Shattering shouts of shepherds far rumbled.
Splintering fortress amidst raging flame,
Cleansing the world, evil to tame.
Mem’ries outflung, forgotten and old.
Trumpet the night in our winterly cold.
Arms of the Ents from forest they reach,
To wizened of wise men humility teach.
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I'm having issues submittint this thing... Hope it works this time. Also, I hope it's not too bad, I only worked on it for a few minutes...
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From: MSN NicknameRobedMERLIN
Sent: 10/26/2002 2:49 AM
This is a style of poetry, I'd call" Fractured-verse"..........It does not, and is not meant to rhyme.....It is a written version of the images in my mind,after again reading "TTT" So enjoy
ROBEDMERLIN'S ENT POEM
Endless lifetimes played across a stage of forest green
Everchaning, and yet , staying the same
Everflowing Entwash
Lights of green and gold
The searchfor the entwives
Loves Long Lost
Never ending, all consuming
They live among a sadness of what might have been
Shadow of evil - passing through
plans and talking what to do
Draughts to heal, refresh, renew
Even wizards pass here too
Treebeard rouses Ents
those both young, and old and wise
Sauroman seems so small indeed
for Issengard's strength, failed in his need
Hobbits riding with the mighty band
Now one in each of Treebeard's hands ride
Water flowing from without
stones and mortar strewn about
ROBEDMERLIN--- 10/26/02
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From: Ilúviël Almarië
Sent: 10/29/2002 2:06 AM
The Onodrim
Onodrim, gathered under Eru's sky, walked wide the earth and drank it deep
Yet in their silent, leaf- filled halls, with wood-grain eye, they now long weep
Long and slow their intake comes of dusky draught and earth's wine sweet
Who once roamed the world with bough and branch, their whispers in their leaves to greet
And many ages they word with care in sonorous speech, slow, yet fair
They stand awake, so tall, yet worn, and wonder as their hearts do mourn
Where gone, the Entwives may have roamed, once dear in branch and fecund loam
Their lichen trails, green dappled dark, upon their skin of rippled bark.....
And you will hear them sing this song, in Fangorn forest, sweet and long
"Taurelilómëa-tumbalemorna, forestmanyshadowed, deepvalleyblack
We walk no more, we fade too deep, our leaf-veined hearts in sadness sleep"
(The Entish, which is Quenya, is from Appendix F in The Lord of the Rings, p. 1105)
Ilúviël
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From: sparrow
Sent: 10/31/2002 7:45 PM
The Muster of the Ents
In Fangorn Forest, since days of old
Ents did abide so it is told.
Ere age of man did legends roam,
under star, sun and springtime gloam.
Tree-shepherds of ponderous might,
majestic and formidable in their height.
The forest calls. . .
"Awaken, watchers from thy Slumber.
Our enemies are of unfathomable number.
In great need are we for your aid;
nigh is time this onslaught be stayed."
. . .and the shepherds answer. . .
"HOOM!
We moot for thee, Fangorn old man
to come to a perfected plan.
Advance we will against your foe,
dealing Saruman a crushing blow.
For naught but your safety we will fight,
from morning sun 'till moonless night.
It's clear to us, your friends are few,
man or beast rarely helps you.
We herders remain amongst your trees,
and from hollows and dales we hear your pleas.
Branch and leaf, twig and root,
our decision made we end this moot."
. . .and thus they arrive at Isengard.
Isengard's hordes set forth to war,
poured from the gate and great stone door,
gnashing teeth and cruel steel swords.
Huorns followed their prey to the fords,
the armies black as devil's hair;
Foul wizard and worm met defeat there.
by Elven Moon and Sparrow
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From: megn1
Sent: 10/31/2002 9:47 PM
Well, I lost my first draft, and lost track of the date... Here at the last possible moment, is my "poem."
What follows is a rough translation into the common tongue of a portion of the entish "word" for the place where Treebeard met Merry and Pippin - the place they called a "hill." The hobbits word is clearly much to hasty...
Rooted deep, reaching high, bone of the earth making music with the breath of the sky.
Living rock, thick moss, damp fern, twisted root, soft earth, hard steps.
Climbing up, many steps, groan of stones beneath heavy feet.
Trees below, carpet of leaves, green, tossing, waving, dancing.
Dim green light gives way to bright clear day.
Rooted deep, reaching high.
Seeing far, hearing clear, smelling fresh wind from the distant grasslands.
Deep thought, dream take wing, greet the sun, consider the clouds, watch the rain.
Feet take root, Lift arms, breathe the rhythm of Eä.
Rooted deep, reaching high, bone of the earth making music with the breath of the sky.
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From: Olórië
Sent: 11/2/2002 7:45 PM
Thanks to everyone who entered a poem this month -- there is some fantastic work here!
While we get the judging organized, I hope everyone enjoys reading these wonderful submissions. And give a thought, too, to a topic for November's contest. What would you like to write about?
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From: sparrow
Sent: 11/3/2002 1:52 PM
Once again, we have some great submissions! I expect the decision will be very close this time, just like last month.
Olórië, during the same chat in which the Ent topic was suggested, the drowning of Frodo's parents was also proposed. There were several other recommendations for topics; Glor, Algy and ElvenMoon all had good ideas. I can't remember who else was in that chat, and I apologize if I have left anyone out.
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From: MSN NicknameIarwainBen-adar1
Sent: 11/5/2002 7:34 PM
Glub, glub, I should have married a Chub,
Then I wouldn't drown within this moat,
That bloody tipsy boat.
Glub, glub, I should have married a Chub! !
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From: AnnieLT Sent: 11/6/2002 8:45 PM
Megn: Using green and blue text color was a wonderful touch. I could really feel and see the Hill moving and breathing. Very earthy poem. The voice of the earth herself was speaking here.
Elven Moon and Sparrow: I can hear this being sung in the Hall of Fire. It definitely should have been recited by one our travelers on a dark night under starry skies. Very Tolkienesque.
Lluviel: So deep and passionate you are! I wept as I read of the Onodrim mourning the passing of the entwives. There is a very sweet and caring spirit alive in this poem.
Robed Merlin: Some of the best poetry does not rhyme. Isn’t that a freeing thought? It is the images and feelings that a poem invokes within us that makes it good poetry, I think. Yours invoked a feeling of timelessness as you rendered images of the lifetimes of the Ents. Nicely done.
Alucard: The words you chose to describe the rage of the Forest are very graphic and I could feel the evil and madness of Isengard and the passion of the Ent’s response.
Iarwain: Very inventive verse. You do Nash proud and TR, too. There are many reasons to admire a tree. I hadn’t thought of the shade it provides. Excellent closure.
Glorfindle: You have a gentle and powerful way with words. They flow out easily as if you had a muse on your shoulder. I particularly like the reference to the "lists" and "memories" that "Treebeard passed along the trees."
Having said all that I still haven't come to a decision. How much time do I have? A little over two hours according to my clock. Good luck to all of you. I enjoyed each and every one. Wish I could cast 7 votes but Olorie insists on only one! (some people are so finiky.)
Annie
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From: MSN NicknameLord_Algamesh
Sent: 10/6/2002 10:21 PM
Tolkienites!
The October Poetry topic has been chosen. It was selected in the Chat Room by a gathering of members who cast votes on a selection of different topics.
The topic of choice for this month's contest was:
Ents
This topic is very broad and should allow for our participants to really use their imaginations. I can't wait to see the results! The contest begins NOW and all submissions need to be made before midnight on October 31st. Once submitted, the poem will be considered 'final' and no further modifications should be made.
The poems will be judged by submitted votes. More on this at the end of the month.
I made a guideline in our first contest stating that the poem should "be no longer than 12 lines in length (no more than 12 words per line)". I would like to clarify that this is ONLY a guideline. If you must use 15 words on a line or 16 lines in all ... that's fine. Just no EPICS!
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!
GO !!!
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From: Glorfindle
Sent: 10/7/2002 10:59 AM
Fangorn
The Ent reached down through root and bark, among the soil so rich and dark,
And deeply drank of Arda's life, through ages of the Elf Kin Strife.
He grew as ages came to bloom, as elves sailed west and men met doom.
Spreading ever arms a-wide, drinking draughts and making strides.
Then First-born came along to play, of languages and staying day,
And twilights spent among the swans, by hearth and home and singing songs.
The Ents made lists as was their way, of ages past and new born days.
Yet none could rival sweet memories, that Treebeard passed along the trees.
For he was oldest and most wise, and hid from Mordor's preying eyes.
Then one day was a fortune met, a ring that rules and a wizard's threat.
Hurons marched as dark through night, and dawn awoke a frightening site.
The Earth arose that day to claim, a broken oath and a wizard's shame.
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From: sparrow
Sent: 10/12/2002 9:03 AM
If you need encouragement to throw your hat in the ring, consider this:
Sad is his lot, who, once at least in his life, has not been a poet.
-Alphonse Marie Louis de Prat de Lamartine, poet, statesman (1790-1869)
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From: MSN NicknameIarwainBen-adar1
Sent: 10/19/2002 2:08 AM
It's what I Ent!
Inspired by Ogden Nash.
Written by Iarwain Ben-adar.
NOTE: The Entish version would consume this thread, and severly hamper loading speed of any computer!
Would it be I were like a tree,
and never have heard their talk;
Yet, how could I be rooted within Eru's earth,
when Yavanna has doomed me to walk:
A shepard of trees have some called me,
Yet few to my flock have they come;
And as the ages forget lovely, Ent-wives,
Our race quickly dwindles down to one:
Would it be I were like a tree,
My end would be faster if I stayed;
For the men of this world have condemed my whole herd,
To be lumber chopped by their blades!
The Elves have departed, Dwarves never cared,
and Hobbits have dwindled likewise;
But have men yet considered what Arda will be,
without Tree-shade to cool sunny, skys.
Iarwain Ben-adar OCT.2001
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From: Alucard Redtooth
Sent: 10/22/2002 9:17 AM
Forest’s Rage
~
Rills o’erflowing, muck murk turning blackness,
Isengard poisoned, deadly the fastness.
Minions of madness wreaking the wrath-wrought,
Horns of the tree-men, shiver men-caught.
The stones of the ages, cracked and tumbled,
Shattering shouts of shepherds far rumbled.
Splintering fortress amidst raging flame,
Cleansing the world, evil to tame.
Mem’ries outflung, forgotten and old.
Trumpet the night in our winterly cold.
Arms of the Ents from forest they reach,
To wizened of wise men humility teach.
~~
I'm having issues submittint this thing... Hope it works this time. Also, I hope it's not too bad, I only worked on it for a few minutes...
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From: MSN NicknameRobedMERLIN
Sent: 10/26/2002 2:49 AM
This is a style of poetry, I'd call" Fractured-verse"..........It does not, and is not meant to rhyme.....It is a written version of the images in my mind,after again reading "TTT" So enjoy
ROBEDMERLIN'S ENT POEM
Endless lifetimes played across a stage of forest green
Everchaning, and yet , staying the same
Everflowing Entwash
Lights of green and gold
The searchfor the entwives
Loves Long Lost
Never ending, all consuming
They live among a sadness of what might have been
Shadow of evil - passing through
plans and talking what to do
Draughts to heal, refresh, renew
Even wizards pass here too
Treebeard rouses Ents
those both young, and old and wise
Sauroman seems so small indeed
for Issengard's strength, failed in his need
Hobbits riding with the mighty band
Now one in each of Treebeard's hands ride
Water flowing from without
stones and mortar strewn about
ROBEDMERLIN--- 10/26/02
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From: Ilúviël Almarië
Sent: 10/29/2002 2:06 AM
The Onodrim
Onodrim, gathered under Eru's sky, walked wide the earth and drank it deep
Yet in their silent, leaf- filled halls, with wood-grain eye, they now long weep
Long and slow their intake comes of dusky draught and earth's wine sweet
Who once roamed the world with bough and branch, their whispers in their leaves to greet
And many ages they word with care in sonorous speech, slow, yet fair
They stand awake, so tall, yet worn, and wonder as their hearts do mourn
Where gone, the Entwives may have roamed, once dear in branch and fecund loam
Their lichen trails, green dappled dark, upon their skin of rippled bark.....
And you will hear them sing this song, in Fangorn forest, sweet and long
"Taurelilómëa-tumbalemorna, forestmanyshadowed, deepvalleyblack
We walk no more, we fade too deep, our leaf-veined hearts in sadness sleep"
(The Entish, which is Quenya, is from Appendix F in The Lord of the Rings, p. 1105)
Ilúviël
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From: sparrow
Sent: 10/31/2002 7:45 PM
The Muster of the Ents
In Fangorn Forest, since days of old
Ents did abide so it is told.
Ere age of man did legends roam,
under star, sun and springtime gloam.
Tree-shepherds of ponderous might,
majestic and formidable in their height.
The forest calls. . .
"Awaken, watchers from thy Slumber.
Our enemies are of unfathomable number.
In great need are we for your aid;
nigh is time this onslaught be stayed."
. . .and the shepherds answer. . .
"HOOM!
We moot for thee, Fangorn old man
to come to a perfected plan.
Advance we will against your foe,
dealing Saruman a crushing blow.
For naught but your safety we will fight,
from morning sun 'till moonless night.
It's clear to us, your friends are few,
man or beast rarely helps you.
We herders remain amongst your trees,
and from hollows and dales we hear your pleas.
Branch and leaf, twig and root,
our decision made we end this moot."
. . .and thus they arrive at Isengard.
Isengard's hordes set forth to war,
poured from the gate and great stone door,
gnashing teeth and cruel steel swords.
Huorns followed their prey to the fords,
the armies black as devil's hair;
Foul wizard and worm met defeat there.
by Elven Moon and Sparrow
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From: megn1
Sent: 10/31/2002 9:47 PM
Well, I lost my first draft, and lost track of the date... Here at the last possible moment, is my "poem."
What follows is a rough translation into the common tongue of a portion of the entish "word" for the place where Treebeard met Merry and Pippin - the place they called a "hill." The hobbits word is clearly much to hasty...
Rooted deep, reaching high, bone of the earth making music with the breath of the sky.
Living rock, thick moss, damp fern, twisted root, soft earth, hard steps.
Climbing up, many steps, groan of stones beneath heavy feet.
Trees below, carpet of leaves, green, tossing, waving, dancing.
Dim green light gives way to bright clear day.
Rooted deep, reaching high.
Seeing far, hearing clear, smelling fresh wind from the distant grasslands.
Deep thought, dream take wing, greet the sun, consider the clouds, watch the rain.
Feet take root, Lift arms, breathe the rhythm of Eä.
Rooted deep, reaching high, bone of the earth making music with the breath of the sky.
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From: Olórië
Sent: 11/2/2002 7:45 PM
Thanks to everyone who entered a poem this month -- there is some fantastic work here!
While we get the judging organized, I hope everyone enjoys reading these wonderful submissions. And give a thought, too, to a topic for November's contest. What would you like to write about?
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From: sparrow
Sent: 11/3/2002 1:52 PM
Once again, we have some great submissions! I expect the decision will be very close this time, just like last month.
Olórië, during the same chat in which the Ent topic was suggested, the drowning of Frodo's parents was also proposed. There were several other recommendations for topics; Glor, Algy and ElvenMoon all had good ideas. I can't remember who else was in that chat, and I apologize if I have left anyone out.
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From: MSN NicknameIarwainBen-adar1
Sent: 11/5/2002 7:34 PM
Glub, glub, I should have married a Chub,
Then I wouldn't drown within this moat,
That bloody tipsy boat.
Glub, glub, I should have married a Chub! !
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From: AnnieLT Sent: 11/6/2002 8:45 PM
Megn: Using green and blue text color was a wonderful touch. I could really feel and see the Hill moving and breathing. Very earthy poem. The voice of the earth herself was speaking here.
Elven Moon and Sparrow: I can hear this being sung in the Hall of Fire. It definitely should have been recited by one our travelers on a dark night under starry skies. Very Tolkienesque.
Lluviel: So deep and passionate you are! I wept as I read of the Onodrim mourning the passing of the entwives. There is a very sweet and caring spirit alive in this poem.
Robed Merlin: Some of the best poetry does not rhyme. Isn’t that a freeing thought? It is the images and feelings that a poem invokes within us that makes it good poetry, I think. Yours invoked a feeling of timelessness as you rendered images of the lifetimes of the Ents. Nicely done.
Alucard: The words you chose to describe the rage of the Forest are very graphic and I could feel the evil and madness of Isengard and the passion of the Ent’s response.
Iarwain: Very inventive verse. You do Nash proud and TR, too. There are many reasons to admire a tree. I hadn’t thought of the shade it provides. Excellent closure.
Glorfindle: You have a gentle and powerful way with words. They flow out easily as if you had a muse on your shoulder. I particularly like the reference to the "lists" and "memories" that "Treebeard passed along the trees."
Having said all that I still haven't come to a decision. How much time do I have? A little over two hours according to my clock. Good luck to all of you. I enjoyed each and every one. Wish I could cast 7 votes but Olorie insists on only one! (some people are so finiky.)
Annie