|A little poem - Cadsuane
A Poem on Valentine's Day for all my fellow Ringers - Elizabeth
A Poem to Prim - Varda
A simple good night poem to all - ialegolas
Far over the Misty World so Cold - Primula
If you're waiting for the post - Old Gaffer
Ode to the Fellowship Board - Redbeard
Ode to the Prancing Pony - Fool for a Took
Ode to the Prancing Pony - Lightpoet
Ode to the Prancing Pony Patrons - LilBaggins
|Oh wonderful, wonderful New Year's Day - Dandy
Once Again goes Arrarat - Primula, Dandy & Cadsuane
Poem for the LOTR Fanclub Message Boards - Firiel
The pony is the place to be - Tori*Took
Song for the Lurkers - Arwenbloomer
Three Green Rings - Warbird
To Varda - MithrandirCQ
Wasted time - Hobbitlove
When the DVD will Come Out - Merka
You Shall be Called - Telcontar
time well spent
which of these are true?
When I get home
first thing I do
is check my mail again
There's always something
there for me
from friends around the globe.
I answer some
some just read
is this a waste of time?
"they're strangers all"
some people say
yet something says "that's wrong"
what is a friend?
can it be one
who's face I've never seen?
Shelagh, FooFoo, Niphrandil
DT, Lith and Miss Froo too
what do I really know?
I know some things
about each one
some struggles and some joys.
My heart and prayers
go out to them
when God brings them to my mind
Born and Tel, Mirza and Sue
Lilac and Anaba too
I've seen them face to face
Yet some I've not
feel closer still
because we're so alike
In my heart,
I greatly desire
to meet each and every one
Will they still
be strangers then
only time will tell
So, waste of time
or, time well spent
I still don't have a clue
Do not think ill and redress
The writing qualities that you possess
Your thoughts and words reply
To your heart's reaching for the sky
Be not disposed to feel remorse
For your wordings stay their course
Through Celtic Airs and Irish bright
You achieve a Cormari's delight.
the pony is the place to be
for songs and much jubilee!
the pony is where you want to stay
where goo and mushrooms are plenty all day
look in the fridge if you want to find gimli
the fellowship droolers have legolas in captivity
strider is talking to the hobbbits in his room
or maybe they're just hiding from drool!
the people here are very nice
"pints for all" you'll hear more than twice
the rainbow goo makes you float
the guys were kilts, and muumuu style coats
hip hip horray!
for the Pony today!
3 cheers for the actors!
and don't forget PJ!
If you're waiting for the post,
Then walk amongst the flowers.
Join the faithful host,
And while away the hours.
With each and every day,
We look forward to our mail.
As packages find their way,
May our patience never fail.
For the fellowship is strong,
And to that we do hold true.
Fret not, it won't be long,
Til a package will find you.
song for the lurkers
night has fallen on the pony
and the seats are bare
maybe in the darkest corners
you'll find a lurker there
we all are wanting to stay
and enjoy another drink
yet sleep calls us to bed
and out the door we slink
Yet always to my surprise
I find the pony to be
filled with lurker eyes
and many who slurp tea
They often comment quick
when we look for those lost
yet they tend to keep quiet
when we they hear the cost
A snicker can be heard
as we split the bill
lurking in their corners
avoiding their self will
To dance about with glee
and sing a merry song
cautious they always seems
yet their silence won't last long
As I light all the lamps
and search everything
all the lurkers will
be on the stage to sing
And we'll have a merry jig
and cheers for the lurkers
as they take the stage
as jolly little workers
My job now is done
as i've leared the lost out
we all can drink and sing
now raise your pints and shout!
CHEERS TO BEERS AND GOOD FRIENDS
LURKERS DWARFS AND EVEN SMURFS AT HAND
I LOVE YOU ALL WHAT I SAY IS TRUE
NOW LETS JIG AWAY THE BLUES
Poem for the LOTR Fanclub Message Boards
There is a place not so far from here
Where lamplight shines on the walls,
Where friends gather round and share jokes and tears
Away from the "Real World's" calls.
Firelight flickers o'er every face,
And laughter fills every room;
A helping hand, and a friendly word,
A song to a lively tune.
I come here whene'er I need a friend,
Advice, opinions, or more -
A merry welcome, a "Come right in!"
Always greets me at the door.
A loyal spirit pervades the air.
All Hobbits and Elves and Men
Who gather here will find good cheer -
May its fires ne'er grow dim!
Three green Rings for the Mod-kings in the electron glow,
Seven for the package Lords in their warehouses,
Nine for mortal whiners doomed to crow,
One for the Dark Lord who sees through mouses,
In the land of Decipher where the Moderators know.
One Ring to rule them all. One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Decipher where the Moderators know.
What is it about the Prancing Pony
That makes me always return?
Even when I'm not there, I think of it
For ale and friendship I yearn.
It's a place, where at times
Laughter and silliness abounds.
At other times, more serious
A poem from Primula astounds.
Where else, can one find
Smurfs, mumus, hamsters, and goo?
And if that weren't enough,
We now have a cloning machine too!
About this community and each of you
I have really grown to care
Is it because of that one,
Single obsession we all share?
To find others who understand,
I no longer have to roam.
In the Prancing Pony,
I have found a place to call home.
Where else can one find
Fool for a Took reciting?
She looks so cute standing there
Pippin thinks its exciting!
Pip leaps up and begins to clap,
His sweet little eyelashes flutter.
Fool for a Took just sweeps him up
And her heart melts into butter.
Fool for a Took you are so sweet
With your poem we all agree -
For the Prancing Pony and lotr
We mambo-dance and SQUEEEE!
Everyone has a place in mind
Where they will go to find peace.
Friendship, laughter, tears,
All in one special setting.
The problem is that we seem
To think it is a physical space,
Then in fact it is in your heart.
It is the people, the atmosphere,
That we seek out in times of need.
Those that care, and comfort,
And are always willing to reach
Out and touch a lost soul who
Simply needs to laugh.
I have a place in mind
Where I will go to find peace.
Friendship, laughter, and tears
All at the Prancing Pony.
When I feel down and blue
You know what I gotta do?
I surf the net to tor.n,
For pics of Rosie and Sean.
To see Rosie's face
At that special place,
Makes my heart feel glad,
And I can't be sad.
A wish come suddenly true
Lets my own shine clearly through.
Even though it won't be soon
I will one day touch my moon.
One day I well may,
In my own special way,
Meet Those Eyes and say,
"Hello Mr Wood".
Oh, as nice as New Zealand is,
I would rather not roam
When I can stay at the Prancing Pony:
My online home-sweet-home!
Though Rivendell is lovely
And so is Lorien
But there's no place I'd rather be
Than our beloved inn!
The "Middle-Earth" board is too serious
And "The Fellowship" is filled with drool;
As far as message boards go,
This one's the coolest of the cool!
Where mushrooms rule, and hobbits sing
And Smurfs forever roam...
Here's to the Prancing Pony!
My online home-sweet-home!
She writes her verses in the night
Of yawning mouth and tired sighs
And all that's rhyme and poetry
Meet in her heavy-lidded eyes.
O, Primula the Poetess of Middle Earth!
Your words spill down upon the page.
A poem for each subject that your
Fertile Mind and Thought engage.
Tis wonderful that in this Time of Internet
And Microsoft, electric verses make us smile
Or cry with ready waterworks. O, Prim,
Please keep on writing poems a very long, long while!