Long Dwarves Poems
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O, elvenstone! O, elvenstone!
O, would that you could be my own.
To quest exhausted, all these years,
And not obtain those pointy ears
To sharpen sense, to hear my phone.
O battle axe! O battle axe!
For thy pursuit, my patience lacks.
Through garbage bins in fishing wharves,
Midst arguments with boorish dwarves;
My neighbor’s tree needs forty whacks.
Fine coat of mail, thy filigree
Would sure enhance the likes of me.
So tightly woven, silver, pale
Protect unwanted barbs’ assail
When getting honey from my bees.
Thou mighty blade, enchanted runes
Do grace thy hilt but not those hewn.
Sure, separating sinew, bone,
Ne’er losing edge in dirt or stone,
When Saturday, the hedge I prune.
I think that we can both agree:
When I immerse in D&D,
I get so caught up in the game,
Imagination is to blame;
Sometimes I blur reality.
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RPG - role playing game - I used to play Dungeons and Dragons some 40 years ago when you used dice and mapped everything out on graph paper. I imagine things have changed a bit since then...
Little brother, you're new to trick or treat and Halloween.
Mom says I must introduce you, so I'll describe the scene.
It's a scary night, and little children often wind up dead.
The danger is so great, even the sun hides his fiery head,
but just before he disappears in lily-livered fright,
long shadows announce, "soon begins the long and gory night".
Like I told you, power saws turn trees into gnarled stumps.
Dark outlines turn hunchback dwarves into giants with big humps.
Silhouettes lengthen, and they hideously portend
the gruesome ways in which young lives prematurely end.
Why would our mother want to send us out on All Hallow's Eve?
She would like to get rid of us, I can only believe.
In a week or two, she will forget both of our names.
She'll sell our baseball cards, remove our pictures from their frames,
and take a holiday in the islands of Tahiti.
'Twas ironic how she said, "have a good time, sweetie".
Your only concern is to hang on dearly to your life,
and avoid vampires, zombies and Jack the Ripper's knife.
When the goblins discover that you are on the loose,
they'll surely try to catch you and hang you with a noose.
Big brother, if by chance, they kill you, not me, on this stroll,
do you mind if I eat your candy corn and tootsie roll?
A prince who’d been changed by a spell,
Was an ugly frog in a well.
To a pretty young miss
He said, “Give me a kiss.”
She replied, No thank you, you smell.”
When asked by Prince Charming to wed,
Cinderella shook her fair head.
Thought, not for a ransom,
He’s not very handsome
And she married Buttons instead.
When Snow-white saw the dwarves in the hall,
She observed they were not very tall.
They were children she thought
And decided she ought
To apply to foster them all.
The dragon had breath fiery red
And the people wanted him dead.
So Saint George was dispatched
But, unevenly matched,
The dragon slayed Saint George instead
Georgy Porgy, pudding and pie,
Kissed all the girls and made them cry.
Nursery Land was aghast
At what had just passed
For Georgy was a girl, that’s why.
On the pretext of finding water,
Jack chased Jill and then, when he caught her,
They got carried away
And the following May,
Jill gave birth to a little daughter
As a kid, I loved reading “Nancy Drew” and “Trixie Belden” mysteries. As a teen I couldn’t ingest enough mythology; dragons, dwarves, elves, gnomes, centaurs and fairies were pure gold for my cache of thrills. As a young woman, Sherlock Holmes, Agatha Christie novels and terrors of Stephen King’s nightmares, owned my time and now biographies, philosophy, poetry and history crowd my personal library with one difference…since “Harry Potter” moved in with his friends; I revisit my inner child for respite.
Stories abound in
Nature; each leaf reveals one
As it, rides the wind.
Once upon a time in faraway land,
There lived little Candy with dreams so grand;
She dreamt she was princess Cinderella,
Or sometimes became small Thumbelina;
One night, she danced with leprechauns and dwarves,
Sometimes wearing sombreros, sometimes scarves;
Her dreamy princess dress sparkled with gems,
As she glided around crystal items;
Once, when Candy was sleeping in the hall,
Dreaming of princes dancing at her ball;
In crept a wicked elf, he was so bad,
He loathed her smile and wished to make her sad;
He cast an evil spell on her nice dreams,
From then on, her laughter turned to mad screams;
She grew up day by day, afraid to sleep,
Recalling the dream world she could not keep;
Now, Candy was trapped in horrid nightmares,
The elf felt sordid pleasure in her scares;
Then one day, a beggar knocked on her door,
Candy was too kind to simply ignore;
She, though looking weary with sleepless eyes,
Fed him, who was a wizard in disguise;
The gentle wizard saw her deep sadness,
And asked her the reason of her distress;
She sighed and thought of all her lovely dreams,
"My dreams are lost", she cried, her tears in streams;
The wise wizard then saw the impish elf,
That guy had stolen his wand from his shelf;
Soon he was caught and the spell was broken,
Her fairytale dreams brought joy unspoken;
Candy jumped and danced, now that she could sleep,
She thanked the wizard, now she need not weep;
The elf had to serve the wizard for life,
That was his punishment for causing strife;
Little Candy got back her dreams and smile,
She'd be a princess again, for a while.
02/03/17
There once was a girl named Snow White,
Of a poisoned apple she took a bite.
Seven dwarves found her sleeping,
And they began weeping.
Who would fix their supper tonight?
Only one thing could save this fair miss,
A prince must give her a kiss.
There was no time to waste,
So the dwarves they made haste,
To find a prince for their miss.
A prince showed up the next day,
And the dwarves they did not delay.
They showed him Snow White,
Told him of her plight,
Then said, "Kiss her, then be on your way."
The prince gazed down on her face,
And his heart started to race.
What a beautiful maid,
Yes, she must be saved!
To refuse would be a disgrace.
He bent and kissed her awake.
One kiss was all it did take.
They stared at each other,
The dwarves said, "Oh brother!"
"We may have made a mistake."
To the prince they said, "Listen here!"
"We want to be perfectly clear."
"Snow White belongs to us,
So don't raise a fuss,
Or you'll get a swift kick in the rear!"
Snow White was quick to object.
"Now boys, let's show some respect.
The prince saved my life,
And I'll gladly be his wife.
What else could you possibly expect?"
The prince said, "Hey, don't worry guys.
You won't have to say your good-byes.
You can live in the castle,
It won't be a hassle.
Cross my heart, I'm telling no lies."
So Snow White and her prince tied the knot,
And they honey-mooned on a great yacht.
The dwarves stayed behind
And at the castle they dined.
All in all they were pleased with their lot.
~Nazguls~
(Free Flow )
If ever there was a day
when the song of men
and elves
were to disappear
From the face of Middle Earth
and the hearts and minds of
elves dwarves and men
it was at this time of sorrow
They were once
nine Kings who
were great and mighty
But then from the
Black shadows rose
Sauron and the power of the Ring
they wouldn't be able
to resist
So one by one
they were drawn to its power
and one by one
they fell
And now they ride
ceaselessly
searching for the
most Precious the Ring of Power
The one that their dark
Master wants it
just to possess it
to conquer and to smite with it.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
July.02.2016
Authors notes:
-From my very extensive poetry collection and poems inspired by the LOTR trilogy and the Hobbit books and movies by J.R.R. Tolkien.
!!!CAVEAT LECTOR!!! This one's a bit naughty, dear readers...
You've heard of Snow White
And the story reported
Of the seven wee dudes
With whom she consorted.
Well, here's the actual skinny
On what really occurred,
Just another example
Of how stories get blurred.
The facts are quite shocking,
Some may be offended,
But read on, if you dare,
Discretion much recommended.
The dwarves toiled in a mine
And got dusty and sweaty,
Then they'd rush home to Snow,
Willing, able, and ready.
They played sex games with prizes,
Who was best, who the worst,
And poked good-natured fun
At who dropped or "popped" first.
Their sylvan life was idyllic,
The fringe benefits great,
One romp after another,
A real ménage à eight,
'til the vain evil queen
Asked her mirror, who said,
"Hon, your huntsman fibbed big time,
Fair Snow White isn't dead."
So she dressed herself up
As a hag and went callin'
With a web of deceit
She was sure Snow would fall in.
The crone gave her an apple
Her kind deeds to repay.
Snow took one juicy bite
And swooned dead away.
Now, here's one of the falsehoods
I'd like to correct.
You don't need to be Einstein
These dots to connect.
Snow didn't succumb
To poisoned pomme, as they say,
She was just plain exhausted
From "playing house" night and day.
The dwarves were sad but decided
A good thing was worth keeping,
It's not necrophilia
If the body's just sleeping.
Then Prince Charming found her,
Woke her up with a kiss,
And blah blah they lived
In storybook bliss.
What's never been told,
When Snow woke and was sitting,
She said, "No, not tonight, dears,
My headache is splitting!"
Then sotto voce, "Now, Prince,
Let me make you aware,
It's a significant fact
That dwarves are dwarves 'everywhere'.
Pay no heed to the rumors,
What they fail to instruct
Is that though the garden's been plowed,
This blossom's yet to be plucked."
In the vast green meadow
Next to the water was a special celebration
On a night like no other this was the scene.
There were many tents with family crests,
Tables, food galore, seats, people everywhere,
Lit lanterns and fires gave this place an
Extra warm glow.
Royalty was all there of the Gnomes, Dwarves,
Brownies, House Elves, Wood Elves, River Elves,
Fairies, Unicorns, Dragons, Witches, Wizards,
Goblins, Hobbits and even the ones who are a
Rare show.
I learned they were all related in one way or
Another when court did convene
In the vast green meadow.
You could see love overflowed to and fro.
This wasn't a dream I know what I had seen.
There were many tents with family crests,
Tables, food galore, seats, people everywhere,
Lit lanterns and fires gave this place an
Extra warm glow.
It was like being somewhere over the rainbow
Except everyone wore velveteen
In the vast green meadow.
It was ultimo primo
And very serene.
There were many tents with family crests,
Tables, food galore, seats, people everywhere,
Lit lanterns and fires gave this place an
Extra warm glow.
Father, Mother, Sons, daughters, grandchildren,
Great grandchildren, Uncles, Aunts, Cousins,
All in a family portfolio.
This one would never be seen in a magazine.
In a vast green meadow
There were many tents with the family crests,
Tables, food galore, seats, people everywhere,
Lit lanterns and fires gave this place an
Extra warm glow.
Oh,
The Midnight's Princess is awake!
She who brings light:
Shining upon the greenery of the forest
Penetrating through its coat of darkness
That overshadows joy... and let's fear linger
She who brings joy to all her people,
Sitting upon her cradle of stars.
Her light it is: that kisses each ripple in the lake,
Singing soft lullabies as it sighs in its sleep.
Her light that kisses the Earth with love:
Plants her blessed halo upon its beings,
And fears withdraw from a sleeping child's dream.
Her loving whispered voice, channelled through the prisons of bark,
She who sets all Dryads free:
Gives their freedom to dance free.
And Satyrs with their lutes and flutes,
Elven maidens, Nymphs and Dwarves,
They dance in the light of her grace:
Until the Midnight's Princess's chariot is driven away.