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Elven Warrior
Join Date: Jan 2002
Location: only after 11pm and in an altered state of conciousness
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A poem
Ok it's a little early for this one but the weather where I am is VERY COLD so i thought i'd bring some springtime cheer into everyone's lives. it's an old one I wrote some years back but people still like it.
Daffodils Stolen from the sun In an azure sky, This stray beam fell to earth: From which sprung up A golden flower, The trumpet-hearald, Announcing Spring. The cease-fire in Northern Ireland Has ended; And it's not safe to eat a burger These days. My friend and I once planted Seeds by the roadside, Hoping to see some urban beauty Amongst this dereliction, And degredation, And heaps of rubbish. Never thinking of this golden beauty, That rejects not the filthiest part of the city Nor the greenest field: In this bleak and dismal wasteland I spy a single, solitary Daffodil.
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Cardboard Harp of Gondor Join Date: Sep 2001
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wow! not bad!
its very long. |
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Elven Lady of Speed-posting
Join Date: Sep 2001
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It was a beautiful call of hope amid the atrocities of violence. I loved it!
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Oh the thinks you can think! Think and wonder and dream...far and wide as you dare! When your thinks have run dry, in the blink of an eye, there's another world there... (from Seussical the Musical. Listen to it...watch it...really.) |
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Enting
Join Date: Feb 2002
Location: California
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That was a really good poem.
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Halfwitted Queen of Lothlorien
Join Date: Dec 2001
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Really good!
Tessar, that is not long!
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The beuatiful mind/The beautiful heart/Doesn't deserve the pain/How can I stop the rain? -How Can I Stop the Rain? by Kessid, my new favorite band +Every good thing that comes into my life is only a reflection of the greatest gift of all; the offering of yourself, dear Son of God+ Always remember, you're uniqe, just like everybody else! ![]() "The one constant through all the years has been the Trombone. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. Its been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again, but the Trombone has marked the time. This field, this section, this band is a part of our past. It reminds us of all that once was good, and could be again. Oh, people will come . . . people will most definitely come." |
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Elven Icon Maker
Join Date: Jun 2000
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Yeah, a true cry for help.
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Elven Warrior
Join Date: Dec 2001
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A single bloom can soften much hardness in our world. Nice poem, LM. Thanks.
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Elf Lord
Join Date: Jan 2002
Location: Valinor, right next to Telperion . . . what did you expect, Michigan?
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Vanya.
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Elven Warrior
Join Date: Jan 2002
Location: Uk
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A Poem
A cookie to the first correct guess, where i stole it from. As he came into the Window It was the sound of a crescendo He came into her apartment He left the bloodstains on the carpet She ran underneath the table He could see she was unable So she ran into the bedroom She was struck down, it was her doom! |
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Elven Warrior
Join Date: Nov 2001
Location: Anywhere but where I should be.
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Alien Ant Farm, who stole it from Michael Jackson! Or you could of just stolen it from Michael Jackson!
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And they carried them to the flatlands But they died along the way And they built up with their bare hands What we still can't do today. EIDRIORCQWSDAKLMEDDCWWTIWOATTOPWFIO till the day I die. |
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Elven Warrior
Join Date: Nov 2001
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A cookie to who can guess who I stole the rhyme in my sig from and the name of the song!
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And they carried them to the flatlands But they died along the way And they built up with their bare hands What we still can't do today. EIDRIORCQWSDAKLMEDDCWWTIWOATTOPWFIO till the day I die. |
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Elven Warrior
Join Date: Feb 2002
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hmm... I have know idea!!!
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Elven Warrior
Join Date: Jan 2002
Location: Uk
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to Aragorn a COOKIE
yay! its Michael Jackson (not AAF, although they are ok and did a nice cover version, but im a hardcore MJ fan!) The ORIGINAL SMOOTH CRIMINAL is my favourite song ever ever ever in the world ever!!!!!! |
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Elven Warrior
Join Date: Dec 2001
Location: rural oklahoma
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Linkin Park', :Aragorn
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"We will have peace","Yes we will have peace...we will have peace when you and all your works have perished - and the works of your dark lord to whom you would deliver us. You are a liar,Saruman,and a corrupter of men's hearts. You hold out your hand to me and I percieve only a finger of the claw of Mordor. Cruel and cold! Even if your war on me was just - as it was not,for were you ten times as wise you would have no right to rule me and mine, for your own profit you desired-even so, what will you say of your Torches in westfold and the children that lie dead there? And they hewed Hama's body before the gates of Hornburg, after he was dead. When you hang from a gibbet at your window for the sport of your own crows, I will have peace with you and Orthanc. So much for the House of Eorl. A lesser son of greater Sires am I, but I do not need to lick your fingers. Turn elsewither for I fear your voice has lost it's charm. |
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Elven Warrior
Join Date: Nov 2001
Location: Anywhere but where I should be.
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d'oh! Here's one nobody will ever get:
Who sang the son "Day Dreamin' Fazes"?
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And they carried them to the flatlands But they died along the way And they built up with their bare hands What we still can't do today. EIDRIORCQWSDAKLMEDDCWWTIWOATTOPWFIO till the day I die. |
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Elven Warrior
Join Date: Jan 2002
Location: only after 11pm and in an altered state of conciousness
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Ummm no offence here but does this have anything to do with the topic? Ok well could you please start another thread? Thanks!
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Elven Warrior
Join Date: Dec 2001
Location: rural oklahoma
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What else is there to say besides that it's a nice poem (which it is). Hey why don't we just close it there's not much more to be said.
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"We will have peace","Yes we will have peace...we will have peace when you and all your works have perished - and the works of your dark lord to whom you would deliver us. You are a liar,Saruman,and a corrupter of men's hearts. You hold out your hand to me and I percieve only a finger of the claw of Mordor. Cruel and cold! Even if your war on me was just - as it was not,for were you ten times as wise you would have no right to rule me and mine, for your own profit you desired-even so, what will you say of your Torches in westfold and the children that lie dead there? And they hewed Hama's body before the gates of Hornburg, after he was dead. When you hang from a gibbet at your window for the sport of your own crows, I will have peace with you and Orthanc. So much for the House of Eorl. A lesser son of greater Sires am I, but I do not need to lick your fingers. Turn elsewither for I fear your voice has lost it's charm. |
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Elven Warrior
Join Date: Jan 2002
Location: only after 11pm and in an altered state of conciousness
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Well people could post other poetry for a start.
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Elven Warrior
Join Date: Dec 2001
Location: rural oklahoma
Posts: 324
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I wrote this poem It's not very good but...
It's called Paul Revere's Ride Listen, my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night Hang a lantern aloft in the belfrey arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,-- One if by land, and two if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be; Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex villiage and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm," Then he said "Good-Night!" and he with muffled oar Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore, Just as the moon rose over the bay, Where swinging wide at her moorings lay The Somerset, British man-of-war; A phantom shop,with each mast and spar Across the moon like a prison bar, And a huge black hulk, that was magnified By it's own reflection in the tide Meanwhile, his friend through alley and street Wanders and watches, with eager ears, Till in the silence around him he hears The muster of men at the barrack door The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet, And the measured tread of the grenadiers Marching down to their boats on the shore. Then he climbed the tower of the Old North Church, By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread, To the belfry chamber overhead, And startled the pigeons from their perch On the sombre rafters, that round him made Masses and moving shapes of shade,-- By the trembling ladder, steep and tall, To the highest window in the wall, Where he paused to listen and look down A moment on the roofs of the town And the moonlight flowing over all. Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead, In their night encampment on the hill, Wrapped in silence so deep and still. That he could hear, like a sentinel's treas, The watchful night-wind, as it went Creeping along from tent to tent And seeming to whisper, "All is well!" A moment only he feels the spell Of the lonely belfry and the dead; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river widens to meet the bay,-- A line of black that bends and floats On the rising tide like a bridge of boats. Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, Booted and spurres, with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere Now he patted his horse's side, Now he gazed at the landscape far and near, Then, impetuous, stamped the earth, And turned and tightened his saddle girths; But mostly he watched with eager search The belfry tower of the Old North Church, As it rose above the graves on the hill, Lonely and spectral and sombre and still. And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height A glimmer, and then a gleam of light! He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns, But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight A second lamp in the belfry burns A hurry of hoofs in a villiage street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet; That was all! And yet,through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with it's heat/ He has left the villiage and mounted his steep, And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep, Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides; And under the alders that skirt its edge, Now soft ont the sand, now loud on the ledge, Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides. It was twelve by the village clock When he crossed the bridge into Medford town. He heard the crowing of the cock, And the barking of the farmer's dog, And felt the damp of the river fog, That rises after the sun goes down. It was one by the villiage clock, When he galloped into Lexington He saw the gilded weathercock Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting-house windows, black and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon. It was two by the villiage clock, When he came to the bridge in Concord town. He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees, And felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadow brown. And one was safe and asleep in his bed Who at the bridge would be first to fall Peirced by a British musket ball. You know the rest. In the books you have read How the British Regulatrs Fired and fled,-- How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farmyard wall, Chasing the redcoats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load. So through the night rode Paul Revere; And so through the night wnet his cry of alarm To every Middlesex villiage and farm,-- A cry of defiance, and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo for evermore! For, borne on the night wind of the Past, Through all our history, to the last, In the hour of darkness and peril and need, The people will waken and listen to hear The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed, And the midnight message of Paul Revere
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"We will have peace","Yes we will have peace...we will have peace when you and all your works have perished - and the works of your dark lord to whom you would deliver us. You are a liar,Saruman,and a corrupter of men's hearts. You hold out your hand to me and I percieve only a finger of the claw of Mordor. Cruel and cold! Even if your war on me was just - as it was not,for were you ten times as wise you would have no right to rule me and mine, for your own profit you desired-even so, what will you say of your Torches in westfold and the children that lie dead there? And they hewed Hama's body before the gates of Hornburg, after he was dead. When you hang from a gibbet at your window for the sport of your own crows, I will have peace with you and Orthanc. So much for the House of Eorl. A lesser son of greater Sires am I, but I do not need to lick your fingers. Turn elsewither for I fear your voice has lost it's charm. |
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Halfwitted Queen of Lothlorien
Join Date: Dec 2001
Location: Far off in a dream
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Wow, that's really good CIAN! Here's one of mine, nothing much...
Dreams Fears, worries Wishes, Hopes Reflections on conversations With friends Loves and hates A kind word The late breaking news of the day A movie we saw That day, or years ago A song that We just can't get out Of our heads Or the latest news from cousin Susie A long lost memory A crush, or an enemy A "What if" situation Or just plain silliness These are our dreams. Whether they be In the stillness of the night When the world is at rest, or When one simply pauses In the middle Of the schoolday, or workday To think, for a while, About whatever pops into our minds These are our dreams. Like a flying bird, dreams come and go And are often forgotten quickly. But remember Langston Hughes And his words of wisdom. For our dreams, though swift In coming, and in going Are often our inspiration For any number of things - A story, a project, a poem (like this) Or even - A career choice, or a difficult decision For these are our dreams.
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The beuatiful mind/The beautiful heart/Doesn't deserve the pain/How can I stop the rain? -How Can I Stop the Rain? by Kessid, my new favorite band +Every good thing that comes into my life is only a reflection of the greatest gift of all; the offering of yourself, dear Son of God+ Always remember, you're uniqe, just like everybody else! ![]() "The one constant through all the years has been the Trombone. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. Its been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again, but the Trombone has marked the time. This field, this section, this band is a part of our past. It reminds us of all that once was good, and could be again. Oh, people will come . . . people will most definitely come." |
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