We come into this world, just inklings of the people
We will one day be, little lights – like stars
Reflecting what God has for us, so many possibilities
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us."
Will we light up the world with our smiles?
Will we throw caution to the wind with our visions?
Will we send joy into the broken and the maimed?
Will we destroy the darkness with our gentle?
We come, hoping to grow into our purpose
Find the meaning, the reason, the intention
We come, without expectation for perfection
Knowing we’ll mess up, make the wrong choice
We come, knowing the angels are watching,
Ever revealing the light at the edge of each shadow
The abundance of a love that lasts throughout forever
Reminding us why we are here, and things come together,
Assuring our souls that we’ll know the One who silences
All the fears living inside of us…. Yes, we come into this world, unknowing spirits
who’re told by the One who created us to show the world
That love is real… and He sent us to reassure – He is ever near!
The basement bulb goes out, I lack a spare
My cat licks my ice cream, I'm OK to share
My laptop gives my face a glow
I'm wrapped up in a magic flow
I imagine leaving the world of men
through Moria to Caras Galadren
float this door to the Arduin shore
reclaim my wonder there once more.
Take me to Lothlorien
I'll meet you in an elven glen
we'll stand on Amroth Cerin
and see our realm, the gem within
Come Pearl Maiden, to that mystic land
Please cross Mirkwood, I'll lend my hand
We'll walk the grass, we'll scale the height
Gain audience with Galadriel the White.
I've only met you online so far
In a fantasy book club, wherever you are
You might live in a basement too
But make it here and I'll meet you.
A! Elbereth Gilthoniel!
silivren penna míriel
o menel aglar elenath,
Gilthoniel, Albaness Tirath.
So take me to Lothlorien
Away from the stressful world of men
We'll share our love of legends made
In this land, we're not afraid.
For Celeborn has the elven ring
He hides this land from the evil king
If you make it here, then I’ll meet you
And hopefully my cat comes too!
The amazing linguist J. R. R. Tolkien -
On creating an immersive Middle Earth he was keen.
Being short, loving good food, and smoking a pipe,
he considered the hobbit to be just his type!
Tempest gone, darkened skies have all blown past,
tho' blue grey dawn laughs at my feeble fist.
A knight's heart equanimity lost...
thrown now into these land mines I placed,
and doom of Middle Earth left forsaken.
Can you help me find the song's refrain once known..
those cherished, lilting tunes I held so dear?
or will you turn your head away from this pitiful Argonath?
Such misfortune I would not wish upon the lonely wraith..,
sinew and bone of my father bequeathed, still rests in beating heart,
though lesson'd by the extolling of the crowd.
Cast out the demon's eyes of little or no purpose,
show me the way to a land without exile.
Make all hast to drown sorrows of a forgotten time..
Dúnedain voices raised in unison.., tho' din of light now long gone.
Remember how he came and how he went,
Born far away the flakes of your soft bark,
A quartered apple in the muse’s hand,
The evergreen fond memory, our spark.
Up, up, up
Into the errant autumn winds.
Leaves stutter in the gust – a maudlin dance,
The whisper of time’s awl.
Up, up
Rend your unsightly pining skin,
Become a lute, a cup, a battle lance.
There is no infamy in such a fall.
Up
The wheel has turned where grief and branches lay.
Remember how he passed and how he stayed -
Small things through which the darkness’s kept at bay.
He was a writer, a fighter, an old-timer word rhymer
Always thought free verse was asinine
He was the queerest, the dearest, the tear in your beer-est
and he was one Tolkien over the line
He was archaic, prosaic, euphoric, historic
Made pentagrams optically divine
He was the cheekiest, geekiest, and uniquely freakiest
and he was one Tolkien over the line
He loved cigars and Star Wars, guitars, and sitars
Collages made his artistry torch shine
He was the jivest, high-fivest, young poet alive-est
and he was one Tolkien over the line
It's not much reward to those who are bored
but are afraid of not acting benign
Sometimes you gotta get riled, and go a bit wild
and step one Tolkien over the line
November 14, 2014
I have cut a Simril--
From the darkened grounds of Terra I made it...
Chipping away at the coal-block,
Picking till red my nails became,
With hammer and chisel striking.
And if my aim was true
A light would shine through, a silvery hue--
Iluvatar's Beauty...
Many to it have I shown--
I even presented it to my Lords and Nobles
Way back when,
But never did I see it again
My Script
Tolkien 8/2/'14
Sun trying to find it's way through mystical
frosty mountain tops
looking over man made ruins of
broken fence posts
set along the desserted dried up shore line
the years have faded by, but
"Still round the corner there may wait,
a new road or a secret gate."
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