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Post by Fangorn on Oct 2, 2004 1:08:35 GMT -6
Your Favorite Scene from the Hobbit
(must have a Hobbit in it) Pick up those quills! The Poetry Contest for October can be any scene from The Hobbit, as long as it contains at least one Hobbit. There are no poetical restraints on this topic, save one.....no epics please! (winks at SR). Contest ends October 31st at midnight (Samhain, for all you cowan's out there). One further note, I will be awarding a poetry point for all poet's who include the use of at least ONE poetry device or style. You must state your device at the end of the poem, and a running tally will be kept for use at a later date. Multiple devices will result in multiple points awarded. Again, they must be stated and used correctly. Let's try to get a really big turnout this month. Good Luck to all you Poets out there! |
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Post by Andorinha on Oct 4, 2004 17:16:56 GMT -6
Well, just to get things started here...
Bilbo Comes to Rivendell
Bilbo stood on the ancient path and hesitated for a brief jostling moment as the Dwarves pushed past him toward their goal. The shoulders of the landscape they had trod all that day were sere, and brown, and almost formless. But here, at his very feet, the great rift of The Riven Dell opened and in its depths all the colours of a bright fresh spring could be descried. The rocks themselves seemed somehow living, and they took on many strange and delightful shapes. They were piled up like fairy towers above the valley floor where a blue-green serpent of foam-whitened water ran in cunning coils through the carven granites, porphrys, and diorites whose sharply contrasting hues and textures teased and amazed the traveller's eye. He mused a bit, and then began to sing, quite to himself, alone, and in a low, humming sort of voice:*
Across the weary miles ------------A
I have wandered sore and tired, --B
to find myself at last, ------------C
where waters cleave their path ---C
and fairy stones are fired --------B
by the setting of the Sun. --------D
Where hidden flows the river, ----A1
and Elven voices sing, ----------B1
the sunset turns to night, -------C1
the many stars ignite, -----------C1
to help the Moon arising ---------B1
bid us a fair welcome. ------------D
Rivendell is the wonder ---------A2
of Moonlight on the trees -------B2
and Moonwash on the river. -----C2
Here Wind-sighs set a quiver ---C2
through the aromatic leaves, ----B2
and all our toils seem done. -----D
I will not forget this, -----------A2
the soul's ease of this sight, ---B2
though parting always grieves -C2
the memory relieves -----------C2
and in my fancy's flight ---------B2
I will always just have come. ---D
*Prose narrative to establish the "occasion" of the verses (a technique used often by JRRT where his poems flow from the prose narrative events where they are embedded).
"sighs" = onomatopeia
"D" = interlacing rhyme scheme: here each verse ends on a "D" rhyming word to help tie the entire poem together.
alliterative repetition: Moonlight and Moonwash.
use of rhyme and meter = style of poem: hexameter, and heptameter
use of repetitive scheme-pattern of rhyme = ABCCBD
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Post by Fangorn on Oct 9, 2004 21:14:37 GMT -6
Tell us a Tale, Dear Bilbo…<br>
Into the Great Hall of Fire, did precede the dinner host of Elven Lords. Shadows there sprung, from wall to wall, yet nary was there heard the least footfall. And all were gathered, and ready to spin tales and sing, tales of bravery, history and kin. In quiet amazement, they stopped and smiled, for in the corner a new history smiled. Not yet bereft of his wit, and smoking a pipe, Bilbo looked up and opened his life. And Great Elvish Lords, and each lowly guest, stood still in honor, at their own bequest. Elrond moved forward, with a smile on his face, and a gentleness that belied his race. “Come Master Hobbit, and sit close to me, for all here surely wish to see, you spin one of your tales of time, history, and love sublime, and we have no great cause to desire the approach of day.” Around the Great Hearth did they all sit, and generously partake of a special Hobbit’s wit.
“I will tell you a tale, that has been told before” Bilbo said. “But this time it is washed upon OUR shore. “Even as a man wrecked upon the sand, to be washed off with the next tide”. I call it:
I WILL NOT BE RANSOMED
So many unspotted soldiers with Duty to their King
Yet their souls are their own and in their own keeping
But to Rohan or Gondor or an uncrownéd King
‘Tis a hard condition, subject to the breath of every fool
But even that proud dream that plays over our repose
Shouting “More I will do!…..All that I can do!” ..imploring pardon
And not wishing even ONE man more,
To secure that Band of Brothers
Fortune plays it’s hazards
And many hold their manhood cheap
Good, my Countrymen
Dispose not Elbereth and please the day
And all the legs and arms and heads chopped off in battle,
What can they say when blood is their argument?
I would debate a while with my bosom
And not a vacant mind with arse on purple cushions
The field is a Royal Fellowship of Death
The Dragon Smaug let’s out it’s breath
I stand here at your beheast
NOT mine
I give you my brothers all that I can
All the young boys are dead in the van
No Crispin’s day for me
There are no unnumbered honored dead
But this weighted crown upon my head
And though the Evenstar stands and weeps
At a grave that fortune keeps
And all light sleeps in Illysium
“I WILL NOT BE RANSOMED”
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Post by MajahTR on Nov 1, 2004 0:20:21 GMT -6
..."Ah-hem...is this mike on?" Majah tentatively steps up to the stage to share a few thoughts...(only a few since she needs some of her wits left for verbal sparring with her fellow bards!) 'Trolls Make Lovely Yard Ornaments'
Trolls are a comparatively stinky lot,
Breath so foul and nose full of snot!
Their manners are crude,
As their attitude's rude,
Only sunlight can make them all stop!
This of course is a limerick...one of the few forms of poetry i can keep up with... ;D Limericks are meant to be funny and most often a bit ribald! there is a distinctive beat pattern to all limericks with a few variations here and there. it is a 5 line poem with the first two and the last line rhyming with each other and the 3rd and 4th lines rhyme with each other.. a a b b a Maj |
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Post by Fangorn on Nov 1, 2004 3:27:09 GMT -6
The Poetry Contest for October is now ended. No further submissions will be accepted. Fangorn's entry, "I Will Not be Ransomed" is officially disqualified for it's blatant plagiarism of a 'much higher Bard's work'.
Let me remind everyone, that we hold to originality standards very closely, in our Poetry Contests.
That being said, the polls for this contest will be posted soon, as will be the poetry device award points. Thanks to all the participants this month, and everyone please be sure to post your comments and poetry suggestions on our open thread for poetry ideas.
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Post by Desi Baggins on Nov 1, 2004 7:54:27 GMT -6
Oh dang! All month I tried to figure out a poem and last night while laying bed starting to fall asleep I came up with something I had hoped to work with today, but today is too late....  I might still work on it and then just post it later.... |
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Post by Desi Baggins on Nov 1, 2004 10:08:11 GMT -6
Here is my poem though it a bit late, it is now up to Fang to let us know how it will rate. Can it be in the vote or just a little note...Ok that was real bad but here it is anyway.
Bilbo stands outside his Hobbit hole smoking his pipe of Longbottom leaf when he is approached by an old man with a staff, tall pointed blue hat, a long grey cloak, a silver scarf over which his beard hung down below his waist and black boots. Bilbo then greets the man:
A Good Morning
Good morning!
What do you mean?
Sit back and enjoy the scene.
Do you mean you wish me a good morning?
Well, it is indeed!
So it's a good morning whether I want it or not?
I am blissful, matter of fact a lot.
Or that you feel good this morning by need?
I am at my best today!
Or a morning to be good on?
Saying good morning is no con.
I still don't see what you say?
All of them at the same time,
A very fine morn for a smoke out doors,
Do you have yours?
How 'bout an adventure and I did bring mine.
This is what I know about my poem it is written in dialog form. The pattern is:
A
B
B
A
C
D
D
C
E
F
F
E
G
H
H
G
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Post by Fangorn on Nov 2, 2004 0:21:02 GMT -6
Desi, your poem is accepted into this months contest, and if anyone has a problem with that, then I shall ask, well, where is YOUR poem?
As always, we appreciate member contributions, and acknowledge the effort put forth. We are more about participation and enjoyment of the poetry medium, than competition. Please everyone realise that we just want to see you write poetry, and that the contest is just a means to that end, and a form to express your thought.
Thank you Desi,,, for being such an important member of our site, and the tremendous example you extoll!!
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Post by Andorinha on Nov 2, 2004 12:48:57 GMT -6
A Minor Rant
Now see here Fangorn, why should Fangon's poem be "withdrawn?" A St. Crispin's Day appeal here and there, so long as no "once more into the breaches" follows shortly after, surely consititutes no unfair use? Christian Anachronisms also play a large/ small part in the Hobbit, as when Bilbo compares the burning trees of the Goblin-Warg scene to "Christmas Trees" all lit up...
So, Fangorn, stop persecuting poor Old Fangorn, a decent respectable poetic type what never stooped to rhyming "June" with "Sthingy."
Modification:
"Sthingy?" STORMRIDERRRRR!!! Whot's this "Sthingy" bizniss! "S p o o n" is now a dirty word??? AYEIEEEE!!! LOL!
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Post by Stormrider on Nov 2, 2004 23:52:24 GMT -6
Sorry, about the censoring thing......It was not actually censoring the word s p o o n, but rather the word without the "s". And whatever that means in a naughty sense I have no idea! I guess I am not with it on the slang and censored word list!  |
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Post by MajahTR on Nov 3, 2004 2:01:34 GMT -6
i agree with Andorinha, Fang... don't deprive him of his best competition!!! Majah (who would look at a thingy any ol' time)  |
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Post by Fangorn on Nov 10, 2004 13:48:04 GMT -6
Congratulations to the winners of the October Poetry Contest!
First Place: Bilbo Comes to Rivendell by Andorinha
Second Place: Trolls Make Lovely Yard Ornaments by Majah
Third Place: A Good Morning by Desi
Also please remember our November contest is runnning now, so pick up those quills and get your poem in!
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Post by MajahTR on Nov 11, 2004 23:42:31 GMT -6
 I am proud to be in such excellant company!  Peace out! Majah |
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Post by Andorinha on Nov 11, 2004 23:54:09 GMT -6
Oh, fantastic! I'd like to thank everyone who participated here, those who rendered up their created works, and those who took the time to read them and to vote!
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Post by MajahTR on Nov 12, 2004 17:58:14 GMT -6
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I might still work on it and then just post it later....
- 'It's an ill wind as blows nobody no good, as I always say. And All's well as ends Better!'
