Long Bilbo Poems

Ain't it wild the things that have passed?
The things we thought would change,
the things we thought weren't gonna last?

(remember picnics on the park grass?
that was awesome)

Movies with friends, weddings on the sand,
rock and roll concerts...

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Or Bored With The Rings

Carved into a tree in Mirkwood:
Watch out for Treebeard, girls. He's fast!

On a restroom wall in the Shire:
Hoo boy! that Bilbo Baggins,
I'm so tired of His Naggins.

 
Scribbled on the pink...

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If deserted, was I, on an island, and was allowed only three integral items to take with me, what would they be?

If we are speaking of material things, I suppose I would take my favorite...

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That we love is unquestioned, not a point of controversy,
Our marital or partnership ring is personal and never mandatorily issued; 
Youth lets us find it in order to keep and hand it on a generation,...

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As the summer sunlight hits
the surface of the lake
I am transfixed by a million kaleidoscopic
sparkles making  the water look like
a silver-blue satin sheet
complete
with thousands of winking diamonds
upon it strewn
like some cosmic boon
an ethereal treasure
a...

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They were a battle-hardened Race
Due to the ire of a dragon they were displaced
With a boom thunderous and loud
At the Gate, it knocked while they stood proud

The Dragon took their home away
Many a Dwarf we...

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I Wanna End Me

It’s chill dawg. I’m just a savage. Gotta take that redpill homie. Two squared. Remember the illusion and have a giggle. No need to pout. It’s just a lil fun and games....

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What would long John silver say?
About our current strife?
How about Mr Bumble?
Would he just moan to his wife?
What about young Oliver?
He wouldn’t ask for more,
Or What of Hero, Harry?
Just Complain to Dumbledore?
What of traveller Gulliver?
A...

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Art thou the wicked deceiver who cometh dawn or dusk
Once a dweller in the heavens who wrought scorn unto thy Creator 
In the ancient of days did he cast thee a loft
Thus becoming caddish as...

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Art thou the wicked deceiver- who cometh dawn or dusk
Dweller in the heavens- who wrought scorn unto thy Creator 
Cast aloft- becoming caddish as cag-mag- a drab locked away in Bridewell’s gaole
Grinder seeker- who stood...

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With a golden nape, that area on the neck’s rear,  
And a silent voice, excluding some chirps and stonks, 
Speaking only to young, or between two or some in flight, 
The golden eagle exudes...

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Were you offered an adventure 
past the gateway to the lake 
for a share of golden treasure? 
What decision did you make? 

Were you captured by some hungry Trolls 
while spying all alone? 
Did the...

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The Dodo, it’s curious
Lived down in Mauritius
A bit east of Madagascar,
You can’t get there with your car.

It’s an island, and it’s quite remote
But you wouldn’t need an overcoat
You won’t get there with your time machine
Unless...

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Which character 
will you be changed into today?
Perhaps Alexander Portnoy 
   or Bilbo Baggins
   You should take note
of the way you read
   and not become part 
of a story...

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When my parents
returned from England 
   They brought me 
a leather bound copy of the Hobbit
    Now it sits proudly 
on my bookshelf 
   What a fantastic story!
Full...

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Stages in the “Art of Giving Up”

Suspenders
My ass won’t hold the pants up anymore

Turn Signals
Just leave ‘em on
I forgot where I was headed

Velcro closures
If you know why it’s already too late

Your “mobile” phone
Is no longer...

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Believe me - I am not the best Jew in the world
I have read AJ Heschel though 
Who marched with MLK
Nice to have peace between the black and Jewish communities
One of my first girl friends...

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