Post by Andorinha on Feb 2, 2009 19:59:57 GMT -6
December 2002 Poetry Contest
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From: Olórië
Sent: 12/4/2002 8:59 PM
Last month in chat there was a wonderful suggestion for a poetry contest topic, and here it is, just in time for our annual festivals of light.
This month's poetry contest topic is
The first rising of the moon and sun
in Arda
Although this topic is not as broad as last month's, there's still plenty of room for individual expression. Your poem can be on any aspect of this topic or be written from any perspective. It can relate to the topic directly, or approach it in a roundabout way. Use your creativity and share your vision!
The contest begins NOW and all entries are due before midnight on December 31. Once submitted, the poem will be considered 'final' and no further modifications should be made. The poems will be judged by member votes after the close of the contest.
No length guidelines, although the "No Epics, please" rule still holds.
If you have any questions, just email me (click on my name at the top of this message to get my email address).
NOTE: In case anyone wants to enter the contest but doesn't have a copy of the Silmarillion, I have posted an excerpt of the story of the rising below.
ALSO 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, you may be able to draw inspiration from seeing others' work. It's your choice!
Have fun, and GO !!!
From The Silmarillion:
Isil the Sheen the Vanyar of old named the Moon, flower of Telperion in Valinor; and Anar the Fire-golden, fruit of Laurelin, they named the Sun. But the Noldor named them also Rána, the Wayward, and Vása, the Heart of Fire, that awakens and consumes; for the Sun was set as a sign for the awakening of Men and the waning of the Elves, but the Moon cherishes their memory.
The maiden whom the Valar chose from among the Maiar to guide the vessel of the Sun was named Arien, and he that steered the island of the Moon was Tilion. In the days of the Trees Arien had tended the golden flowers in the gardens of Vána, and watered them with the bright dews of Laurelin; but Tilion was a hunter of the company of Oromë, and he had a silver bow. He was a lover of silver, and when he would rest he forsook the woods of Oromë, and going into Lórien he lay in dream by the pools of Estë, in Telperion's flickering beams; and he begged to be given the task of tending for ever the last Flower of Silver. Arien the maiden was mightier than he, and she was chosen because she had not feared the heats of Laurelin, and was unhurt by them, being from the beginning a spirit of fire, whom Melkor had not deceived nor drawn to his service. Too bright were the eyes of Arien for even the Eldar to look on, and leaving Valinor she forsook the form and raiment which like the Valar she had worn there, and she was as a naked flame, terrible in the fullness of her splendour.
Isil was first wrought and made ready, and first rose into the realm of the stars, and was the elder of the new lights, as was Telperion of the Trees. Then for a while the world had moonlight, and many things stirred and woke that had waited long in the sleep of Yavanna. The servants of Morgoth were filled with amazement, but the Elves of the Outer Lands looked up in delight; and even as the Moon rose above the darkness in the west, Fingolfin let blow his silver trumpets and began his march into Middle-earth, and the shadows of his host went long and black before them.
Tilion had traversed the heaven seven times, and thus was in the furthest east, when the vessel of Arien was made ready. Then Anar arose in glory, and the first dawn of the Sun was like a great fire upon the towers of the Pelóri: the clouds of Middle-earth were kindled, and there was heard the sound of many waterfalls. Then indeed Morgoth was dismayed, and he descended into the uttermost depths of Angband, and withdrew his servants, sending forth great reek and dark cloud to hide his land from the light of the Day-star.
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From: sparrow
Sent: 12/28/2002 1:37 PM
The time is at hand, and how is it that this month's contest is devoid of entries?
Have the holidays chased all inspiration out of our minds?
Not mine! I set aside this day to write my poem, and I have done so. Having two more days to post, I will wait a little longer before publishing it, in case I decide to revise something. I sincerely hope others will offer their poems on this lofty subject!
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From: MSN NicknameIarwainBen-adar1
Sent: 12/30/2002 7:35 AM
Auta i Lomë
Night is passing
Iarwain Ben-adar
12/30/02
O swiftly sing of the Long Dark Night,
When Black Spear and beak stole the hallowed light;
Weep we to Telperion the silver and Golden Laurelin,
As all the Valar tired to vain to amend this grievous sin;
So poisoned by wounds their death came swift,
But as if a sign, gave Arda one last gift;
Telperion opened one last bloom, Laurelin one final fruit,
Even as their lives ebbed from leaf, branch and root;
Hallowed by the Valar and perserved in vessels fair,
Summoned then were Tilion and Arien to give them care;
Set into the sky beyond the heights of Taniquetil's tower,
dismayed Morgoth fled to avoid the new lights power;
And though we be vexed by darkened harrassing,
Rána and Vása insure to Arda that Night is Passing;
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From: Glorfindle
Sent: 12/30/2002 9:32 AM
THE BIRTH OF SUN AND MOON
Pale Isil changed and changing,
Firey Anar, each morn engaging,
Rána wanes as Elves sail west
Vása's heart light Men's breast.
Arien pulled the ship to shore
Tilion steered the Moon to more
And all the golden flowers of Vána
Shone in the dew of fair Laurelin
Bent was silver bow of Oromë
yet in Lórien dream pools form
Pools of Estë with flickering beam
Telperion's arms will guard it's sheen
Arien feared not the heats of time
a spirit of fire in life sublime
With eyes of flame she took her leave
And Eldar wept and Valinor grieved
Fingolfin's silver trumpets blew
The world had moonlight, Isil was NEW
And many things there stirred and woke
The Eldar marched to Middle-earth
In glory did Anar rise
with light that blinded all our eyes
Upon the towers of Pelóri
Did clouds above us blow so free
And as the drops of Water fell
did Morgoth fear and withdraw as well
Into the depths of Angband went
in depths and dark and hellish rent
To hide his face from Anar's glory
The waterfalls and Maiars fury
And Isil's glowing magic eye
And the Day-Star burning bright!
Glor 12/02
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From: sparrow
Sent: 12/31/2002 10:33 PM
Since spirits’ song the gloaming,
Touching, with twilight-twinkle, Arda,
Vaporous, Varda’s vanda, domed,
Had dimly lit the children’s dwelling.
First fair flower Isil, of
Telparion, topped the tree-ridge distant,
Calmly crossed the cool star-sea,
Shone subtle silver light.
Followed fair and fiery Arien
Guiding glorious golden Laurelin-beams,
Bold bringer of brilliant warmth, assault
To Morgoth, miserable mocking spirit.
Now Night-lantern and nourishing Fire-fruit
Herald heavenly dusk and dawn.
<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
This is my attempt at poetry in the Anglo-Saxon style. To Gythia I owe any understanding I may have of the rules of this type of verse. Regards, Sparrow
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From: sparrow
Sent: 12/31/2002 10:37 PM
OK, for some reason I couldn't make new lines, so I worked around that, and now I see it is double-spaced, and I don't know why and I don't know what to do about it. So I will leave it and ask everyone to please ignore the extra line-spaces.
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From: Glorfindle
Sent: 12/31/2002 11:41 PM
I like it alot, and because the verse is short, it is better that it it is double spaced.
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From: sparrow
Sent: 1/1/2003 3:00 PM
Thanks, Glorfindle. I am glad to see that at least two others were inspired, after all! Both yours and Iarwain's poems are excellent.
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From: MSN NicknameIarwainBen-adar1
Sent: 1/1/2003 7:40 PM
Sparrow,
Seems you have the same problem I have. I tired to post some indepth info, or poems directly into the system, and sometimes it gets ate by cyberspace. Or I try to protect my work by putting into "Word" and transfering it to here, and you get the @#$^^ "Smart Tags" that never set the type the way you really want it, and leave html traces all over your work. Haven't found a solution yet, but I am working on it as I am tired of typing long hours only to have MSN say "press the back button to try again".
By the way I like both of your guys poems as well, yours has an almost Haiku rythym to it, very neat.
Namárië,
Iarwain
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From: Majah
Sent: 1/1/2003 8:15 PM
Now that it is too late to be in the contest, i will be brave and post my little ditty. i actually wrote this right after the contest was announced as a quick outline of what i was thinking on this subject. as you all know, i am NOT a learned poet and could NEVER do justice to the already beautiful words of Tolkien, sooooo forgive me?
To preface this little bit of poetry I would like to mention that I was a hippy in the 70's…and that is when i discovered Middle Earth, nuff said?
Sunrise of colors…never seen in an artist's palette
A promise a whisper hushed murmurs
Anticipation and acceptance Pleasure
A sigh a whimper a light laugh
Contentment then rest
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From: Storrmrider
Sent: 1/1/2003 10:34 PM
Iarwain and Sparrow:
Try typing your posts or poems in notepad as a .txt file then paste it into the posting work area. This will save your work on your computer just incase cyberspace tries to eat it and it will eliminate those @#$^^ "Smart Tags" as well!
Stormy
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From: sparrow
Sent: 1/2/2003 9:07 AM
Thanks, SR, I will try that.
Thank you Iarwain, I had not thought of the rhythm as like a Haiku.
Majah, very nice feeling and imagery in your poem. Sometimes less is more.
Regards,
Sparrow
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From: Gythia
Sent: 1/2/2003 10:00 AM
Hi Sparrow! Makes me smile to see you doing alliterative verse now! I have the same format problem when I try to cut and paste from other sites; and trying to upload something from my own computer it always comes out as a clickable phrase at the bottom of the post, whether it's a document or a picture. What I do is simply retype everything each time. That's how I got my poems onto this site in proper form.
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From: Olórië
Sent: 1/2/2003 3:58 PM
Whew!
A bit later than I'd hoped -- but I hereby declare the December 2002 poetry contest officially closed. Thanks to our wonderful poets for their spirited entries.
Vote now for your favorites by sending me an email -- you can get the address by clicking on my underlined name at the top of this post. As noted in this thread --
groups.msn.com/tolkiensring/general.msnw?action=get_message&mview=0&ID_Message=12806&LastModified=4675399527885568872
-- all entries made before the time of this post are valid and may be voted for. Comments on this policy continue to be welcome.
When you send your vote, please indicate your choices for first, second, and third place. Votes are due by Monday night at midnight (an hour past eleven p.m. on Jan. 6). I'll tabulate the votes and post the results on Tuesday. If anyone has any questions in the meantime, just email me.
Again, the winners will receive a prize ribbon sig file which they will have the right to display in each of their posts through the end of January.
Sorry to be delayed this month, gang. I must confess that I spent yesterday with Zauber, seeing a certain recently released film and "doing research" for the upcoming TR get-together in Baltimore... So, even though I was thinking about y'all, I wasn't on the computer, you see?
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From: Olórië
Sent: 12/4/2002 8:59 PM
Last month in chat there was a wonderful suggestion for a poetry contest topic, and here it is, just in time for our annual festivals of light.
This month's poetry contest topic is
The first rising of the moon and sun
in Arda
Although this topic is not as broad as last month's, there's still plenty of room for individual expression. Your poem can be on any aspect of this topic or be written from any perspective. It can relate to the topic directly, or approach it in a roundabout way. Use your creativity and share your vision!
The contest begins NOW and all entries are due before midnight on December 31. Once submitted, the poem will be considered 'final' and no further modifications should be made. The poems will be judged by member votes after the close of the contest.
No length guidelines, although the "No Epics, please" rule still holds.
If you have any questions, just email me (click on my name at the top of this message to get my email address).
NOTE: In case anyone wants to enter the contest but doesn't have a copy of the Silmarillion, I have posted an excerpt of the story of the rising below.
ALSO 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, you may be able to draw inspiration from seeing others' work. It's your choice!
Have fun, and GO !!!
From The Silmarillion:
Isil the Sheen the Vanyar of old named the Moon, flower of Telperion in Valinor; and Anar the Fire-golden, fruit of Laurelin, they named the Sun. But the Noldor named them also Rána, the Wayward, and Vása, the Heart of Fire, that awakens and consumes; for the Sun was set as a sign for the awakening of Men and the waning of the Elves, but the Moon cherishes their memory.
The maiden whom the Valar chose from among the Maiar to guide the vessel of the Sun was named Arien, and he that steered the island of the Moon was Tilion. In the days of the Trees Arien had tended the golden flowers in the gardens of Vána, and watered them with the bright dews of Laurelin; but Tilion was a hunter of the company of Oromë, and he had a silver bow. He was a lover of silver, and when he would rest he forsook the woods of Oromë, and going into Lórien he lay in dream by the pools of Estë, in Telperion's flickering beams; and he begged to be given the task of tending for ever the last Flower of Silver. Arien the maiden was mightier than he, and she was chosen because she had not feared the heats of Laurelin, and was unhurt by them, being from the beginning a spirit of fire, whom Melkor had not deceived nor drawn to his service. Too bright were the eyes of Arien for even the Eldar to look on, and leaving Valinor she forsook the form and raiment which like the Valar she had worn there, and she was as a naked flame, terrible in the fullness of her splendour.
Isil was first wrought and made ready, and first rose into the realm of the stars, and was the elder of the new lights, as was Telperion of the Trees. Then for a while the world had moonlight, and many things stirred and woke that had waited long in the sleep of Yavanna. The servants of Morgoth were filled with amazement, but the Elves of the Outer Lands looked up in delight; and even as the Moon rose above the darkness in the west, Fingolfin let blow his silver trumpets and began his march into Middle-earth, and the shadows of his host went long and black before them.
Tilion had traversed the heaven seven times, and thus was in the furthest east, when the vessel of Arien was made ready. Then Anar arose in glory, and the first dawn of the Sun was like a great fire upon the towers of the Pelóri: the clouds of Middle-earth were kindled, and there was heard the sound of many waterfalls. Then indeed Morgoth was dismayed, and he descended into the uttermost depths of Angband, and withdrew his servants, sending forth great reek and dark cloud to hide his land from the light of the Day-star.
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From: sparrow
Sent: 12/28/2002 1:37 PM
The time is at hand, and how is it that this month's contest is devoid of entries?
Have the holidays chased all inspiration out of our minds?
Not mine! I set aside this day to write my poem, and I have done so. Having two more days to post, I will wait a little longer before publishing it, in case I decide to revise something. I sincerely hope others will offer their poems on this lofty subject!
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From: MSN NicknameIarwainBen-adar1
Sent: 12/30/2002 7:35 AM
Auta i Lomë
Night is passing
Iarwain Ben-adar
12/30/02
O swiftly sing of the Long Dark Night,
When Black Spear and beak stole the hallowed light;
Weep we to Telperion the silver and Golden Laurelin,
As all the Valar tired to vain to amend this grievous sin;
So poisoned by wounds their death came swift,
But as if a sign, gave Arda one last gift;
Telperion opened one last bloom, Laurelin one final fruit,
Even as their lives ebbed from leaf, branch and root;
Hallowed by the Valar and perserved in vessels fair,
Summoned then were Tilion and Arien to give them care;
Set into the sky beyond the heights of Taniquetil's tower,
dismayed Morgoth fled to avoid the new lights power;
And though we be vexed by darkened harrassing,
Rána and Vása insure to Arda that Night is Passing;
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From: Glorfindle
Sent: 12/30/2002 9:32 AM
THE BIRTH OF SUN AND MOON
Pale Isil changed and changing,
Firey Anar, each morn engaging,
Rána wanes as Elves sail west
Vása's heart light Men's breast.
Arien pulled the ship to shore
Tilion steered the Moon to more
And all the golden flowers of Vána
Shone in the dew of fair Laurelin
Bent was silver bow of Oromë
yet in Lórien dream pools form
Pools of Estë with flickering beam
Telperion's arms will guard it's sheen
Arien feared not the heats of time
a spirit of fire in life sublime
With eyes of flame she took her leave
And Eldar wept and Valinor grieved
Fingolfin's silver trumpets blew
The world had moonlight, Isil was NEW
And many things there stirred and woke
The Eldar marched to Middle-earth
In glory did Anar rise
with light that blinded all our eyes
Upon the towers of Pelóri
Did clouds above us blow so free
And as the drops of Water fell
did Morgoth fear and withdraw as well
Into the depths of Angband went
in depths and dark and hellish rent
To hide his face from Anar's glory
The waterfalls and Maiars fury
And Isil's glowing magic eye
And the Day-Star burning bright!
Glor 12/02
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From: sparrow
Sent: 12/31/2002 10:33 PM
Since spirits’ song the gloaming,
Touching, with twilight-twinkle, Arda,
Vaporous, Varda’s vanda, domed,
Had dimly lit the children’s dwelling.
First fair flower Isil, of
Telparion, topped the tree-ridge distant,
Calmly crossed the cool star-sea,
Shone subtle silver light.
Followed fair and fiery Arien
Guiding glorious golden Laurelin-beams,
Bold bringer of brilliant warmth, assault
To Morgoth, miserable mocking spirit.
Now Night-lantern and nourishing Fire-fruit
Herald heavenly dusk and dawn.
<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
This is my attempt at poetry in the Anglo-Saxon style. To Gythia I owe any understanding I may have of the rules of this type of verse. Regards, Sparrow
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From: sparrow
Sent: 12/31/2002 10:37 PM
OK, for some reason I couldn't make new lines, so I worked around that, and now I see it is double-spaced, and I don't know why and I don't know what to do about it. So I will leave it and ask everyone to please ignore the extra line-spaces.
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From: Glorfindle
Sent: 12/31/2002 11:41 PM
I like it alot, and because the verse is short, it is better that it it is double spaced.
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From: sparrow
Sent: 1/1/2003 3:00 PM
Thanks, Glorfindle. I am glad to see that at least two others were inspired, after all! Both yours and Iarwain's poems are excellent.
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From: MSN NicknameIarwainBen-adar1
Sent: 1/1/2003 7:40 PM
Sparrow,
Seems you have the same problem I have. I tired to post some indepth info, or poems directly into the system, and sometimes it gets ate by cyberspace. Or I try to protect my work by putting into "Word" and transfering it to here, and you get the @#$^^ "Smart Tags" that never set the type the way you really want it, and leave html traces all over your work. Haven't found a solution yet, but I am working on it as I am tired of typing long hours only to have MSN say "press the back button to try again".
By the way I like both of your guys poems as well, yours has an almost Haiku rythym to it, very neat.
Namárië,
Iarwain
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From: Majah
Sent: 1/1/2003 8:15 PM
Now that it is too late to be in the contest, i will be brave and post my little ditty. i actually wrote this right after the contest was announced as a quick outline of what i was thinking on this subject. as you all know, i am NOT a learned poet and could NEVER do justice to the already beautiful words of Tolkien, sooooo forgive me?
To preface this little bit of poetry I would like to mention that I was a hippy in the 70's…and that is when i discovered Middle Earth, nuff said?
Sunrise of colors…never seen in an artist's palette
A promise a whisper hushed murmurs
Anticipation and acceptance Pleasure
A sigh a whimper a light laugh
Contentment then rest
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From: Storrmrider
Sent: 1/1/2003 10:34 PM
Iarwain and Sparrow:
Try typing your posts or poems in notepad as a .txt file then paste it into the posting work area. This will save your work on your computer just incase cyberspace tries to eat it and it will eliminate those @#$^^ "Smart Tags" as well!
Stormy
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From: sparrow
Sent: 1/2/2003 9:07 AM
Thanks, SR, I will try that.
Thank you Iarwain, I had not thought of the rhythm as like a Haiku.
Majah, very nice feeling and imagery in your poem. Sometimes less is more.
Regards,
Sparrow
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From: Gythia
Sent: 1/2/2003 10:00 AM
Hi Sparrow! Makes me smile to see you doing alliterative verse now! I have the same format problem when I try to cut and paste from other sites; and trying to upload something from my own computer it always comes out as a clickable phrase at the bottom of the post, whether it's a document or a picture. What I do is simply retype everything each time. That's how I got my poems onto this site in proper form.
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From: Olórië
Sent: 1/2/2003 3:58 PM
Whew!
A bit later than I'd hoped -- but I hereby declare the December 2002 poetry contest officially closed. Thanks to our wonderful poets for their spirited entries.
Vote now for your favorites by sending me an email -- you can get the address by clicking on my underlined name at the top of this post. As noted in this thread --
groups.msn.com/tolkiensring/general.msnw?action=get_message&mview=0&ID_Message=12806&LastModified=4675399527885568872
-- all entries made before the time of this post are valid and may be voted for. Comments on this policy continue to be welcome.
When you send your vote, please indicate your choices for first, second, and third place. Votes are due by Monday night at midnight (an hour past eleven p.m. on Jan. 6). I'll tabulate the votes and post the results on Tuesday. If anyone has any questions in the meantime, just email me.
Again, the winners will receive a prize ribbon sig file which they will have the right to display in each of their posts through the end of January.
Sorry to be delayed this month, gang. I must confess that I spent yesterday with Zauber, seeing a certain recently released film and "doing research" for the upcoming TR get-together in Baltimore... So, even though I was thinking about y'all, I wasn't on the computer, you see?