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Post Bards of Rivendell (Poetry Club)
on: July 26, 2004 05:52
For those of you who want to join my poetry club, here it is!
Feel free to share not only your poems, but the stories behind them, how they make you feel, or where you got your inspiration for them. Maybe you would like to share a poem by another author that means a lot to you. Go ahead!
Another fun thing is challenges. If your feeling daring, you can challenge another member to write a poem about a specific topic or in a specifc rhyming pattern. If they accceptm they can either write a poem that suites the criteria or find one by another author. Sound like fun?
So pull up a chair and share a poem or two!
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on: July 26, 2004 08:20
Hooray! I finally found it! Well, I've decided to post one of my favorite poems by William Wordsworth. It's one of about 5 others called "The Lucy Poems". It's a sad story. You see, Lucy was this woman that William was in love with. He wished to married Lucy but was unable to. He ended up marrying Lucy's older sister but was still inlove with Lucy. When she (Lucy) died he wrote poems about her. Here's one of them:

She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:

A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
-Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!
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Isn't that a sad poem? I love it though.:love:
~**~Lothiel~**~
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on: July 26, 2004 10:17
That's a lovely poem. So beautiful.


Here's one of my songs. I write them to existing tunes.

Hospitality.
Tune: The Old Bog Road.

My door shall not be bolted against the sudden guest.
The chance-met and the weary are welcome to find rest
Between the door and hearthstone, there's room enough to spare
And I've been blessed with plenty so there's lots of food to share.
The miser's heart is lonely and a miser's joys are few
So I'll give hospitality to the passers through.

I will not ask for payment, however much I give,
My payment's to be useful to all creatures that may live.
My garden too will offer a shelter for them all
On neither snail nor greenfly will my anger ever fall.
For there's a shop to feed me if they eat all that I grow
But how they'll live if I grab all, I just don't know.

My table asks no questions, I'm going to be the same
And feed those who need feeding before I ask a name.
When door and heart stand open, it's risky, I'll confess,
But if I'd been meant for meanness I'd have been supplied with less.
My family is all the world and so I always win.
I'm only half a step away from my dearest kin.

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[Edited on 26/7/2004 by Neneithel]
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Post RE: Bards of Rivendell (Poetry Club)
on: July 26, 2004 10:29
Ooh! That's simply lovely Neneithel! I love how it flows.
Well, here's one more of the Lucy Poems by William Wordsworth.

I Travelled Among Unknown Men

I travelled among unknown men,
In lands beyond the sea;
Nor, England! did I know till then
What love I bore to thee.

'Tis past, that melancholy dream!
Nor will I quit thy shore
A second time; for still I seem
To love thee more and more.

Among thy mountains did I feel
The joy of my desire;
And she I cherished turned her wheel
Beside an English fire.

The mornings showed, thy nights concealed,
The bowers where Lucy played;
And thine too is the last green field
That Lucy's eyes surveyed.
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I love the Lucy poems. I'll post the rest of them by and by.
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Post RE: Bards of Rivendell (Poetry Club)
on: July 26, 2004 11:11
(sees so many poems, suddenly feels like a 'short poem writer') (heh wow)

Beyond

Beyond the Stars, beyond my seeing
Beyond the measures of the minds of men
Beyond the star-lit groves of yore
And the evereven songs of love

Now I looked upon the vast clear lake
And dreamt of songs beyond my hearing
The days that long ago have passed
Beyond the singing Evermere

Then I watched the blacksmith carve the runes
A lone bard singing 'clair de lune'
And I'd bring tidings to thee soon
Of the love in thee that brought me here

And even now when you are gone
I still think ever of your love
That sweet fragrance that carressed me so
Into the long sleep of love and dreams...
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Post RE: Bards of Rivendell (Poetry Club)
on: July 26, 2004 11:24
CHALLENGE!!!! Woohoo! The first challenge of the Bards of Rivendell Poetry Club!! Well, I challenge VilyaTook to write a poem about Pippin!! hehe, I can't wait!

Well, here's another one of the Lucy poems for now.

A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal by William Wordsworth

A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.

No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth's diurnal course,
With rocks and stones and trees.
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This one is a bit more dismal, but I still like W. Wordsworth's style of writting.

[Edited on 26/7/2004 by Lothiel]
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Post RE: Bards of Rivendell (Poetry Club)
on: July 26, 2004 12:23
Lots of great poems already. And I've been challenged
Hmmm, I accept. But I can't promise anything serious from me on the subject of Pippin
Until I come up with that, here's another one that I wrote.

Lily
A lily blossom, full in bloom
amoung the waters grey
is bourne along the river-path
where the tall reeds sway.

It follows gentle currents far
across the raging sea
and there, upon the white-sand shore
it ever waits for me.

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Post RE: Bards of Rivendell (Poetry Club)
on: July 26, 2004 09:32
That's beautiful!

Here are a couple of my LotR poems.

Legolas planting a tree in memory of Boromir

A New Oak in Ithilien.

Grow, Mirkwood acorn, flourish here
In memory of one who fought
To rescue these lands from the dark,
And never found the thing he sought.
For him grow tall, be strong as he
Was strong, who never tried to flee.

Hold thou the memory of him,
For human memory may fail.
Remember Boromir the brave,
Whose face I still see, cold and pale,
His body lying, marked with blood,
Ere Rauros bore him on its flood.

Be faithful, oak, for so was he.
Though tempted, in the end he cast
Away temptation and became
Our truest ally, at the last.
Grow strong for him, that he may see
His courage honoured by this tree.

No words can well praise Gondor's son.
Thy life memorial will stand,
For one who kept faith with his kin,
His friends, his people and his land.
Live on and praise through drought and soak
A heart as strong as any oak.

A prince of Mirkwood urges this.
He was a faithful friend to me.
If thou canst flourish thou wilt stand
A precious gift to him from me.
This land will flourish all around
If his oak can secure the ground.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Merry's thoughts.

Looking Back from Safety.

When flames dance on the winter hearth and we are safe and snug
With supper on the table and some mulled wine in the jug,
When winter storms are only sounds to blow and rage outside
From such a safety we can think of how we nearly died.

Our tears will fall for Boromir and Théoden and all
Who stood as friends when darkness came and for our sake did fall,
But smiles will come between the tears then laughter in a while
For much has come before our eyes to give us cause to smile.

And under all the memories and hidden in the tears
Is something that took months to show, although it grew for years,
That you and I, dear Peregrin, are true to one another
By blood related, by chance friends, by dedication, brothers.

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And finally, this one.

The Tapestry.

Stray threads that gathered ere the sun
Had shone upon the fresh, young world,
Gave strength to later, slender threads,
Survivors out of darkness hurled.

The gleaming threads of Númenor
And Valinor across the sea,
Met soft greens from Beleriand,
And Gondor's, white as their white tree.

Red threads for places stained with blood,
Eregion and Khazad-Dum,
The fair, pure gold of Lórien
That stood, a light against the gloom.

And from the Shire came gentle browns
And shades of summer and content
Imladris sent rich autumn tones
That brought hope everywhere they went.

The slender threads of single lives,
Too fragile and too swift to break,
Yet offered as a sacrifice,
To live or die for all life's sake.

These threads were held in shaking hands
And worked upon a creaking loom
And Men and Maiar, Dwarves and Elves
Were tethered to a Hobbit's doom.

With love and hope and doubt and fear,
With honour and fidelity,
The sundered threads of every Age
Became a living tapestry.

And threads that seemed most sure to snap
Were strengthened by the strength of friends
And colours changed and shone and grew
As does the sunlight when night ends.

The Ring that seemed our certain doom
Found doom at last itself and fell.
The weavers saw the tapestry
That they had woven blind so well.

The threads that gathered will not part,
Nor will the tapestry be torn.
A thousand threads, three Ages' wealth,
For this fair tapestry were born.

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[Edited on 27/7/2004 by Neneithel]
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Post RE: Bards of Rivendell (Poetry Club)
on: July 27, 2004 05:26
Wow. Those are just amazing. I love them :love:
here's the poem I was challenged to write. It's based on a fanfic by Lady CJ called Camouflage.

Pip, you know you're in too deep
you can never outrun him
and whatever way you look at this
it's gonna end up grim.
Now Legolas is chasing you
it really isn't fair
why does he want to kill you
when you only dyed his hair?
It's not like you messed it up
he must be really mean
come on, the braids are perfect still
except that now they're green.
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Post RE: Bards of Rivendell (Poetry Club)
on: July 27, 2004 06:56
HAHAHA!! I LOVE it VilyaTook! It's really cute!! :love:
Well, I've decided to post one more of the Lucy Poems (yes, I know, YET another).

Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower by: William Wordsworth

Three years she grew in sun and shower
Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower
On earth was never sown;
This Child I to myself will take;
She shall be mine, and I will make
A Lady of my own.

'Myself will to my darling be
Both law and impulse: and with me
The Girl, in rock and plain,
In earth and heaven, in glade and bower,
Shall feel an overseeing power
To kindle or restrain.

'She shall be sportive as the fawn
That wild with glee across the lawn
Or up the mountain springs;
And hers shall be the breathing balm,
And hers the silence and the calm
Of mute insensate things.

'The floating clouds their state shall lend
To her; for her the willow bend;
Nor shall she fail to see
Even in the motions of the Storm
Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form
By silent sympathy.

'The stars of midnight shall be dear
To her; and she shall lean her ear
In many a secret place
Where rivulets dance their wayward round,
And beauty born of murmuring sound
Shall pass into her face.

'And vital feelings of delight
Shall rear her form to stately height,
Her virgin bosom swell;
Such thoughts to Lucy I will give
Wile she and I together live
Here in this happy dell.'

Thus Nature spake-The work was done-
How soon my Lucy's race was run!
She died, and left to me
This heath, this calm, and quiet scene;
The memory of what has been,
And never more will be.:cry:
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Well, this one is much longer and is also slightly dismal. It flows nicely and I love the rithym.
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Post RE: Bards of Rivendell (Poetry Club)
on: July 27, 2004 12:14
I was just wondering...can anybody join this club or do we have to pm someone.....? :dizzy:
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on: July 27, 2004 12:51
You can pm me to join, but that's just so I know who's in the club. I'm letting everybody join who wants to so far.
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Post RE: Bards of Rivendell (Poetry Club)
on: July 28, 2004 09:30
This is one of my favourite poems by Anna Akhmatova, and it's translated from Russian:

The Sentence

And the stone word fell
On my still-living breast.
Never mind, I was ready.
I will manage somehow.

Today I have so much to do:
I must kill memory once and for all,
I must turn my soul to stone,
I must learn to live again—

[Unless . . . Summer's ardent rustling
Is like a festival outside my window.
For a long time I've foreseen this
Brilliant day, deserted house.]
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Post RE: Bards of Rivendell (Poetry Club)
on: July 28, 2004 01:21
Wow those were all nice poems everyone! *Goes back to thinking of inspirations for own poems*
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Post RE: Bards of Rivendell (Poetry Club)
on: July 28, 2004 01:57
Woot hey sorry Vilya that I haven't posted...busy week. But keep on going guys, great poems
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Post RE: Bards of Rivendell (Poetry Club)
on: July 28, 2004 08:34
Alas! This is the last of the Lucy poems (I know, many of you are about ready for the end! ) Well, here it is!!

Strange Fits of Passion by William Wordsworth

Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the Lover's ear alone,
What once to me befell.

When she I loved looked every day
Fresh as a rose in June,
I to her cottage bent my way,
Beneath an evening moon.

Upon the moon I fixed my eye,
All over the wide lea;
With quickening pace my horse drew nigh
Those paths so dear to me.

And now we reached the orchard-plot;
And, as we climbed the hill,
The sinking moon to Lucy's cot
Came near, and nearer still.

In one of those sweet dreams I slept,
Kind Nature's gentlest boon!
And all the while my eyes I kept
On the descending moon.

My horse moved on; hoof after hoof
He raised, and never stopped:
When down behind the cottage roof,
At once, the bright moon dropped.

What fond and wayward thoughts will slide
Into a Lover's head!
'O mercy!' to myself I cried,
'If Lucy should be dead!'
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Yet another dismal ending to that one, but I guess it was a dismal story to tell, so that is that. It's the end of the Lucy poems by William Wordsworth.
Navaer!
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Post RE: Bards of Rivendell (Poetry Club)
on: July 29, 2004 04:41
All of those poems are so lovely! Here is one that I like-

Celeblas

As swift as the morning breeze,
He gallops effortlessly between the trees,
As silent as the growing night,
He runs as if he were in flight.
As white as the falling snow,
Brighter than the stars that glow-
Celeblas. His mane as silver flowing,
While his coat; as white as silver glowing.
The horse that runs for the seas,
Forever darting trough the trees.
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on: July 29, 2004 05:43
All of these poems are so great! Here is one of mine I wrote a couple days ago--

Angels

Angels are the keepers
Of all things good and glad.
They would never stop to think
Of helping you if you're sad.

They won't ever make promises
That they cannot fulfill.
Nor would they take you out to dinner
And leave you with the bill.

Each and every day
They pass you on the street.
But would you ever know
Unless you were to meet?

Angels are the hidden grace
Of things long gone from this world.
They could stretch one-thousand miles
With their wings fully unfurled.

Every time you get into your car
And are ready to go on your way,
There is an angel in the passenger seat,
Waiting to zoom away.

So when you get in bed at night,
Be sure to always thank
Your guardian angel who is there
To make sure you awake.
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on: July 29, 2004 12:47
Those are all wonderful! I haven't had much time to write any more but when I do, I'll post 'em.
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on: July 29, 2004 08:55
Here are two very long ones. I hope they are not too long.

The Meeting of Cyfeilles and the Stranger.

Cyfeilles:
Who are you, who stands at my gate,
Beside a chariot of such unworldly style?
Do you seek shelter? Come in at once!
There is no warmer fire this side of the woods.
Doff your wet cloak and take one of mine about you.
The feast is well begun, but there is meat and wine to spare.
I am Cyfeilles, child of Serch and Cariad.
What is your name, your lineage?
From whom do you come to us this turbulent night?

Prydain:
I am Prydain, my father is Balchder, Ffydd my mother.
I was born amidst riches, grew amongst gold.
Finely crafted were my ornaments, richly I ate.
From the Hafren I drew wine, from the Tafwys, mead.
Rhydychen held my heart, Eryri my soul.
White horses I rode over fair fields, unfearing.
Apples weighed down the boughs of trees,
Hazelnuts in every thicket, beechmast for swine.
Thick were the rivers with fish, and the sea
Filled with silver shoals, sleek and fleet.
My herds were healthy, gave milk and meat unsparingly.
Honey flowed in rivers from my hives,
The molten gold of Gwynfa.

I was accounted accomplished, for I was skilled.
I could wield a sword with great strength,
Balchder's might flowed through my arm.
As easily, I could take up a spindle and work flax to linen,
Wool to yarn, nettle to rope.
My hands, unencumbered, could stir a harp to life.
I could play the strains of sleep or humour,
The halting, weeping strain of sorrow.
I could list the names of heroes long dead,
For they had written in blood on my heart.
Each of them I loved, fair-featured warriors.
I loved too the bards, as they loved me.
They sang my name, or whispered it,
Praised my line with passionate words.
Clothed in their warm regard, I feared no winter.
Sweet days of happiness in my own hall!

Cyfeilles:
How then do you come amongst us
Unescorted save for an old bard
Of sad eyes and bent back?
You speak well, and I see the truth
In the light of your weary eyes,
But what became of your wealth?
Where are your great warriors?
If wrong has been done you, speak,
No guest of my hall will lack support.

Prydain:
False-hearted men came, knowing nothing of honour.
They called Balchder unworthy, Ffydd deceitful.
Slander upon slander heaped upon the bones of saints
And the graves of fair-aspected heroes.
Rhinwedd, my sister, was threatened and hid.
I wept for her in the lightless nights.
I was commanded to kneel before old enemies.
When I refused, they robbed me of my name.
They cast my bronze mirror into the sea
And cut my long hair with knives.
Cenfigen took my golden brooch
And threw it into a dirty sack.
Beiddgar, my brother, great warrior prince,
Drove them away from me.
Afraid for my honour, he bade me flee.
He gave me into the hands of Hiraeth, wisest of bards.
So little I kept of all that was mine.
My horse, Gobaith, strongest of his kind,
Drew my chariot, Sofraniaeth.
Teyrngar my hound ran beside me,
Ready to leap between me and my death.
My harp, Treftadaeth, hung at my chariot's side.
Were I to let that fall, all would be lost.
Better I should die, if in death it could lie in my arms.
Without it, what am I? A shadow, no more.
Hiraeth was ever with me, at my side.
Each night, he sang to me, each dawn awoke me
With reminders of who I was, where I must go.
Though his words must grieve me,
Yet I would not be free of him.
To be without him would be worse, to have no sound,
No voice to remind me. He was my friend.
Had he not urged me on, encouraged me,
I would have lain upon the ground to die.
Deep sorrows on the path of the exile!

Cyfeilles:
This is dark indeed, and evil beyond imagining.
Does your brother live? Your sister?
Do any stand with you?
Fair and noble queen, how do things stand now?

Prydain:
Alas, I know not, kindly friend.
Beiddgar has not been seen in these isles
Since Bradwyr called him a traitor.
Bradwyr who kneels at the feet of Cenfigen,
Like a loyal hound, a puppy!
Rhinwedd, gentle Rhinwedd,
How could she show her face here?
She was no warrior, she could not kill.
Her tenderness made her dear to us, weak to them.
I shall look for her in the groves of Iwerddon.
Where else would she flee, she who loved life?
She will be amongst trees, and there we will find her.
She was the music of my heart,
As Beiddgar was the strength of my will.
Now none stand with me, unless secretly,
None but Hiraeth, he is faithful.
He seems weak, but is strong.
He will outlast the mountains.

Cenfigen has struck down the oaks of my land.
Great forests have fallen, fertile fields are dead.
The herds are weak and sickly, stumbling in mire.
My rich hives are silent, for the bees miss Rhinwedd
And will not pour mead down the throat of Bradwyr.
The shoals are gone, stolen by Trachwant.
All of my riches are wasted and my gold over the sea,
Trinkets for my enemies.
Weep, weep, for Prydain of the broken heart!

Cyfeilles:
I will weep for you tonight,
Shed tears in this hall, blood in battle.
For Ffydd was ever kind to me,
And Balchder is no stranger to this hall.
Kinswoman, forgive me that I knew you not,
For you are greatly changed.
Doubt not that I love you.
In my heart, I call you sister.
Let me be a sister to you
Until your own returns
And wield my blade beside yours.
Speak, and the warriors of this hall will be yours.

Prydain:
This is help unlooked for!
I dared not hope that I could find swords
And arms to wield them here or anywhere.
When all is well once more
And I am in my proper place,
None of my wealth shall be kept from you.
In my hall, a greater feast than this will be yours.
You shall drink wine from vessels of gold.
My bards shall list the names of your warriors,
And your name shall be spoken with love.
The battle will be costly, but we will win.
For it was said, long ago, by a wise man
That my strength is in the faithfulness of friends
And my own enduring honour.
We shall succeed, and our enemies shall fall
Or flee into the waves of the sea,
And her waves will not spare them,
For she is close kin to me and no friend of theirs.

Cyfeilles, I will keep you closer than Hiraeth,
As close as Treftadaeth, for like the harp,
You uplift my spirit and encourage me.
Let us fight together, that one shall not outlive the other,
For my heart forbids that I should live an hour longer than you.
Cariad's daughter will be my sister,
Whether Rhinwedd is found or not.
I have awakened from dark dreams in your hall.
Your feast has restored my strength
And your courage has brought back my hope.
Whatever becomes us now will come to both.
Your name is immortal, for you have done it honour.
Victory springs from honour and friendship!

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Prydain Amongst Her Enemies.

Cenfigen:
Prydain, child of Balchder, cease your raucous battle cry!
You are a woman and no man of battle.
Generous are my terms, kindly would I deal with you.
I will marry you and make you almost my equal.
Forget your holdings, what were they to you?
What needs a woman but the space for her loom?
Sit with me and share my feast.
Live at my side and cease to haunt fields of death.

Bradwyr:
Generous indeed is Cenfigen the Golden.
See you not his crown of stars?
Does not the world fall at his feet?
What merchant ignores his halls?
Be his wife and not his enemy.
Live and cease to search for death in battle.

Prydain:
Better I should be wife to Hiraeth,
The bard is a man, at least, though he is old.
Better I should starve on a rutted track
Than that I should eat food in this hall.
Strike me, kill me, steal what remains to me,
Broken, dead, with nothing, still I am greater
Than Cenfigen, who gives his men ale like marsh water
When I gave mine the sweet mead of Gwynfa.

Be his wife? Has he not wife enough in you, Bradwyr?
You run after him as if you were his mother,
Fall at his feet like an infant.
Can you not be all kin to him? His priest too,
For you think him godlike.
You marry him, if the thought pleases you.
I am of the line of Rhyddid.
Carchar is his home, and Rhyddid's family cannot live there.

Cenfigen:
Live here then, and rule the lands you love best.
If you will bow to my will, all others shall be under your feet.
Bradwyr will kneel before you and before your sons.
Such fine sons will be born to us!
Your people would be glad to see you here.
If you refuse me, I must think you still my enemy.

Bradwyr:
Do not be his enemy. Many have died that way!
Do not give him cause for anger.
Swift and terrible is the wrath of Cenfigen.
Did he not crush the warriors of Cwrw
And make the proud ones weak?
Did he not bring from the fields of Marwydos
Treasures uncounted and slaves without number?

Prydain:
That Cenfigen cannot count is no concern of mine.
Should I be his wife for pity?
Cwrw's men may be defeated, but what of it?
Once Cwrw's finest fled from me.
The fields of Marwydos are not peopled with heroes,
Though many are buried there.
Do not the folk of the northern wastes refuse Cenfigen his tribute?
The Fflamau fight on, though Marwydos will not.
Bear you sons, Cenfigen? What for?
Would not your blood unman them as it has you?
My daughters will be more mighty than your sons.
The manly strength of my sons will eclipse the sun.
I will be wife only to my equal, and never to a weak fool.

Cenfigen:
Long have I been patient, Prydain.
I have endured your taunts and your insolence.
I have lost good warriors in battle to subdue you.
Now you stand here, a captive.
My patience cannot continue forever.
Kneel, only kneel, and you shall be spared.

Bradwyr:
Many warriors, good warriors have died,
Killed by those wild creatures who serve you.
Cyfeilles fought with you, but she is fled.
All have abandoned you, gone to ground.
Kneel now before your natural lord.
Do you account your life so worthless you would die?

Prydain:
It would be worthless indeed if bought by kneeling.
If you would see me on my knees before him
You must put me there, for I am Prydain.
I do not fall to my knees in terror.
I leave such weakness to creatures like you.
Do you not tire of kissing the dust at his feet?
It would choke me, yet you dine upon it.
Bradwyr, you are nothing and worship one little better.

As for fleeing, yours were the men who wept as we pursued them,
Who pleaded for their lives as we approached.
Do not slander my soul's sister Cyfeilles,
For fear has no sovereignty in her heart.
You know she did not run.
By stealth was I taken from our camp.
She will come. Be fearful, Bradwyr.
Wring your feeble hands and utter a helpless cry!
Cyfeilles is coming, coming to cut your throat.
If I do not kill you, she will, repaying your lies.

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[Edited on 30/7/2004 by Neneithel]
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on: July 30, 2004 02:12
Wow that was absolutely AMAZING!
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on: August 02, 2004 06:59
I agree, those are amazing!

Blue Flame
There is a blue flame burning
in the darkness of your soul
like light from out the shadows
or fire on black coal

there is a blue flame burning
when you look into my eyes
that flutters out completely
when I hear you speak such lies

there is a blue flame burning
like the light of all that's good
I'd try to shield it from the dark
but you're the only one who could
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on: August 02, 2004 08:39
Oh wow, these are all really nice! I'll come up with one and post it soon!
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on: August 02, 2004 10:44
This is the only humorous poem I have ever done..

Ouch!
Yesterday I jumped over a fence
And ran into a pole.
My Grandma took me to the hospital--
She told me that in my head was a hole.
The doctor said, "Be a big girl now!"
As he sat me down in a chair.
He told me Gram everything,
And that my case was rare.
They took me into a room
And bandaged up my head.
Then they gave me the defibrilator,
To make sure I wasn't dead.
They looked into my throat,
And gasped at what they saw.
"Your tonsils are very swollen dear,
And oh, my! Look at your jaw!"
They rushed me to the Emergency Room
And made me go to sleep.
Once I awoke,
I couldn't make a peep!
They gave me lots of ice cream,
And other good things, too.
Then they said I needed dental work--
They would make my mouth anew.
They took me to the dentist,
And made me open wide.
The doctor gave me seven root canals!
Oh how I wanted to hide!
They took me back to the hospital,
And laid me down in bed.
They took my Grandma to the side
And told her soon I would be dead.
I had to have surgery--
It was for my heart you know.
While they had me knocked out,
They amputated my big toe!
The operation went fine they said,
All is well and good.
They said there were still things wrong with me,
But they had done all they could.
I started to scream!
Enough was enough!
This really makes no sense!
I can't believe what you've done to me!
I only jumped over the fence!
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on: August 02, 2004 11:23
That was a funny poem!
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on: August 04, 2004 05:54
That's so funny! I have a challenge for elvenmaidofmirkwood- write a stream of consciousness poem. That's where you pretty much just write whatever comes into your mind and the end result usually doesn't make much sense. It's quite fun
Here's one of my favorite poems.
from A Swiftly Tilting Planet by Madeleine L'Engle

I place all Heaven with it's power,
And the sun with it's brightness,
And the snow with it's whiteness,
And the fire with all the strength it hath,
And the lightning with it's rapid wrath,
And the winds with their swiftness along their path,
And the sea with it's deepness,
And the rocks with their steepness,
And the earth with it's starkness,
All these I place,
By God's almighty help and grace,
Between myself and the powers of darkness.

Can't you just feel the force of all those things?
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on: August 04, 2004 09:34
That's beautiful!

Pro Patria.

They cannot be divided,
The land from those she claims,
Though no great book has pages
To list their long lost names,
No graveyard could contain them,
No monument declare
The love in which they held her,
The pride in which they share.

Not only fearless soldiers
Have earned this honoured place.
The man who labours gladly
With humour and with grace,
The woman in her garden
Who kindly feeds the birds
The child who loves his country,
But does not know the words,
The fisherman who struggles
To bring his bounty home,
The ploughman and the sower
Who work our precious loam,
The teacher who bids children
To understand with pride
The goodness of our nation,
These folk have never died.

In the deep thoughts of valleys,
The lofty hopes of hills,
The tears of salty seaspray,
The laughter of the rills,
The glory of the morning,
The passion of the storm,
Our fair land does them honour
And keeps their places warm.
For others will come after
Who live as well as they,
May love and joy and laughter
Be theirs upon their way.

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on: August 05, 2004 05:12
Wow Neneithel! That's beautiful! Did you write it?

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on: August 05, 2004 10:31
Yes. I'm glad you like it.

[Edited on 5/8/2004 by Neneithel]
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on: August 08, 2004 01:12
Yes, that is really beautiful, Neneithel.
This is my favorite poem from the Fellowship of the Ring. Which explains it's place in my signature!
By JRR Tolkien (duh)

O! Wanderers in the shadowed land
Despair not! For though dark they stand,
All woods there must end at last,
And see the open sun go past:
The setting sun, the rising sun,
The day’s end, or the day begun.
For east or west all woods must fail…

I'd like to write my own ending to it since it sort of trails of and dosn't have one. If ever I do, I'll post it here!
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on: August 08, 2004 09:05
I'd love to see your ending! I hope you do write one.
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on: August 09, 2004 05:49
You should write an ending! I've always wondered how that poem ended...
here's just a quick one I wrote a few days ago.

Boromir's Desire
The desire is clear in your eyes
gerater than council of the wise
you know it cannot save your land
it can only be bourne upon one hand
your doom approaches ever nearer
desire, yearning, all are clearer
you have the strength to forsake it
the Ring could be yours. will you take it?
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on: August 10, 2004 05:43
Yay, finally! I have a poem to post. I wrote this especially for someone on this site

Sunlight Hope
An army of clouds stirred
Consuming every inch of the sky
The sun was not but blurred
As the beams of light shone high
Struggling to find a place among the clouds

Sweet was an angel's voice that was sung
Drowing out the greivious despair
Among the lands the voice hung
Believing her song could repair
Mending the hearts of broken

Rain came shattering down
A storm approached, rolling in winds
In the midst of things hope was found
Fighting for all that was good and kind
When it would seem all hope was lost

The clouds of remorse began to part
Golden light peeking through broken gaps
Restored was hope in our hearts
Flowers had sprung from their naps
Prevailed had the rays of sunlight hope
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on: August 10, 2004 12:18
Those are both wonderful!
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on: August 17, 2004 09:40
Oh poems! *bounces* I love writing poems...though I'm horrible at it. Mind if I post one here?

This is something I wrote for my English Silmarillion Project...its supposed to be from Fingon to Maedhros as he realizes that the Feanorians are sailing off and leaving them behind.

To Maedhros
Why must you leave me now behind
when once you held our friendship dear?
I see your white sails, now far away
And realize you’ve abandoned me here.

What evil brings you to these deeds
to slay the innocent, then forsake your kin?
I would never think you would come to this,
to flippantly commit such grievous sin.

Can you not hear the elven cries
Or see the pain on every face?
This battle was not honorable
It was an atrocious disgrace!

And then you and your brothers simply left
the rest, without any care
What are we to do, may I now ask
Return to Valinor in despair?

Please, consider what you’ve done
And pray that the Valar’s pardon you’ll gain.
Although you have forsaken us now
I wish that the best you may obtain.

For I cannot believe you truly knew what you did
when you entered Alqualondë and started to fight.
I cannot believe you knew they were unarmed,
But that you just followed your father into the night.

Maedhros, if only you could here me now
You have my pardon and forgiveness.
May you one day, make a return to the light
And there find peace, and happiness.
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