For Mel Baggins:
she bakes sweets and tales
story of love and sorrow
our heart-strings are tugged
For Estelle:
our bright German star
shines on the boards again today
search party goes home
Tales of Middle-Earth (haiku)
words both sweet and sad
hearts singing in light and dark
tales of middle-earth
Tales of Middle-Earth (triolet)
Sad and beautiful are these tales
As are all tales of middle-earth
Our hearts are warmed or pierced by nails
Of lovely words we have no dearth
When life feels like the worst of jails
Reading a story can bring mirth
Sad and beautiful are these tales
As are all tales of middle-earth
words both sweet and sad
hearts singing in light and dark
tales of middle-earth
Tales of Middle-Earth (triolet)
Sad and beautiful are these tales
As are all tales of middle-earth
Our hearts are warmed or pierced by nails
Of lovely words we have no dearth
When life feels like the worst of jails
Reading a story can bring mirth
Sad and beautiful are these tales
As are all tales of middle-earth
No matter what the subject
Or who may be the scribe
It may be short and sweet
Or a lengthy diatribe
Every word from fellow Ringers
Holds truth and heartfelt thought
Be it inkling, swoon or birthday wish
The kind that frienships wrought.
Whenever I am feeling blue
And have no one to turn to
I think about Frodo, Merry, Pippin, Sam
The finest Hobbits in all the land
And a great big smile splits my face
As I ponder this portly race
Of shoe-less Hobbits roaming wide
Each walking with half my stride
To save the world from evil dark
Ere the dark lord leaves his mark
And ever on I smile broad
Whenever I think of Bilbo and Smaug
And dwarves and wizard and trolls so bad
And nothing else can make me mad
When I surf the web on my favourite boards
Away from the teaming hords
At school or away
Sometimes an awful day
And all I have to do is say
'Hello!' to one and all
And soon I'm having a ball
On the 'Pony or Middle-Earth
Where my heart is full of mirth.
A musical offering for Prim.
I'm called little Primula, dear little Primula
Though I could never tell why.
But still I'm called Primula, Poor little Primula
Sweet little Primula I.
I'm called little Primula, dear little Primula
Though I could never tell why.
But still I'm called Primula, Poor little Primula
Sweet little Primula I.
- Lindorie
A quizzicle poem for Rosie
Dear Rosie, please say if it's true,
That Icarus popped the "I do?!?"
All the Board is alight,
And we wonder if might
you need things 'old', 'new', 'borrowed' or 'Blue?'
As the mystery gets more and more clear,
that some wedding bells soon will appear,
Then the pony's big crowd
will all shout out aloud,
"To the party tree! Let's drink (root)beer!"
All the hobbits now stand in a row,
and old Doc Gamgee hopes to soon know,
if young Icarus can,
be a propper young man!
(and if not: there's a hard row to hoe!)
And he stands as the pretty young lass,
Tells ol' Doc, "Now, no more of your sass!
Icky's great! You shall see
why he's so dear to me."
Then she turns, "Ick, stop picking ... the grass!"
And so blushing, the soon "groom to be"
pulls his toe from the mud, by the tree.
"Doc, there's none worthy of
this sweet lass that I love.
But I beg, please don't take her from me."
And deep down in ol' Doc's cranky breast,
he could feel his heart grow in his chest.
So he said, "Rosie dear,
You have nothin' to fear!"
For you, my sweet child, he's the best!
Doc (with congratulations and love!)
Jan-u-wine
The story
washes over her heart,
Wind
stirring
the strings
of
a
Harp.
Sensitive to
Gentle
things...
the movement
even of
Tears,
The
light of stars,
the
soundless
Cry
of
an abandoned heart.
In the mutter and babble
Of the rest of us
Her
Singular
Voice
Rings out clear and sweet.
Her words,
pure notes,
The harp's poignant
Song,
Trickle
down
the
page
like
Tears
of pure
joy or
sorrow.
Jan-u-wine,
never
stop
writing
your
heart.
A poem for Lizmybit . . . (and all friends of the Boards)
Though the waters you sail
take you far from home.
And when dreams gaily launched
be broken
as waves on the jagged shore
Remember:
there is a cove of calm waters
and sun-warmed sands.
Or when braving the dark currents of life
and the sun rises through the golden mists
to dance on the rippling waves,
Remember the cove:
For it has birds-
to sing your triumphs to the heavens,
and still pools, to reflect your joys.
So whether sailing the calm of the huricane's eye
Or facing dark mists and reefs ahead,
Remember the cove,
and be at peace.
For there is always a palm
to cradle you asleep
in its shade.
(Isn't friendship great!)
Dear Rosie, please say if it's true,
That Icarus popped the "I do?!?"
All the Board is alight,
And we wonder if might
you need things 'old', 'new', 'borrowed' or 'Blue?'
As the mystery gets more and more clear,
that some wedding bells soon will appear,
Then the pony's big crowd
will all shout out aloud,
"To the party tree! Let's drink (root)beer!"
All the hobbits now stand in a row,
and old Doc Gamgee hopes to soon know,
if young Icarus can,
be a propper young man!
(and if not: there's a hard row to hoe!)
And he stands as the pretty young lass,
Tells ol' Doc, "Now, no more of your sass!
Icky's great! You shall see
why he's so dear to me."
Then she turns, "Ick, stop picking ... the grass!"
And so blushing, the soon "groom to be"
pulls his toe from the mud, by the tree.
"Doc, there's none worthy of
this sweet lass that I love.
But I beg, please don't take her from me."
And deep down in ol' Doc's cranky breast,
he could feel his heart grow in his chest.
So he said, "Rosie dear,
You have nothin' to fear!"
For you, my sweet child, he's the best!
Doc (with congratulations and love!)
- Doctor Gamgee
Jan-u-wine
The story
washes over her heart,
Wind
stirring
the strings
of
a
Harp.
Sensitive to
Gentle
things...
the movement
even of
Tears,
The
light of stars,
the
soundless
Cry
of
an abandoned heart.
In the mutter and babble
Of the rest of us
Her
Singular
Voice
Rings out clear and sweet.
Her words,
pure notes,
The harp's poignant
Song,
Trickle
down
the
page
like
Tears
of pure
joy or
sorrow.
Jan-u-wine,
never
stop
writing
your
heart.
A poem for Lizmybit . . . (and all friends of the Boards)
Though the waters you sail
take you far from home.
And when dreams gaily launched
be broken
as waves on the jagged shore
Remember:
there is a cove of calm waters
and sun-warmed sands.
Or when braving the dark currents of life
and the sun rises through the golden mists
to dance on the rippling waves,
Remember the cove:
For it has birds-
to sing your triumphs to the heavens,
and still pools, to reflect your joys.
So whether sailing the calm of the huricane's eye
Or facing dark mists and reefs ahead,
Remember the cove,
and be at peace.
For there is always a palm
to cradle you asleep
in its shade.
(Isn't friendship great!)
- Doctor Gamgee
Where is the post and
the typer?
Where is the screen that was glowing?
They have passed like words in a chatroom,
Like newbies on the Boards...
Where is the screen that was glowing?
They have passed like words in a chatroom,
Like newbies on the Boards...
- Bluebell
In my life’s book the pages are dark
Little kindness is found therein,
Long ago I put my trust in sex
I’d seen too much the world of men.
Then another book came in my life
Where friends were true and honor best.
When hope was lost, they went on with trust
Two little hobbits, their great quest.
“Only in fiction,” I told myself
I wished I were there and not here.
Middle Earth was too good to be true
Despite the pain, the toil, the fear.
Then I met others who had read it too
A funny name, ‘Ringers’ they had
A close knit group to each other true.
I’d never fit in, I was sad.
Then joy and sorrow came to my door
My pages flashed ‘tween light and dark
Could I go to this group of strangers
Or would it only more pain spark?
With heart in hand I opened myself
Let all the good and bad now show.
Would they laugh, worse be indifferent?
I braced myself for the last blow.
Their quality then burnished most bright
This melting pot of strange sages,
They brought comfort to the pain inside
My book’s gilded, fine white pages.
In my life’s book the pages are dark
Little kindness is found therein,
Long ago I put my trust in sex
I’d seen too much the world of men.
Then another book came in my life
Where friends were true and honor best.
When hope was lost, they went on with trust
Two little hobbits, their great quest.
“Only in fiction,” I told myself
I wished I were there and not here.
Middle Earth was too good to be true
Despite the pain, the toil, the fear.
Then I met others who had read it too
A funny name, ‘Ringers’ they had
A close knit group to each other true.
I’d never fit in, I was sad.
Then joy and sorrow came to my door
My pages flashed ‘tween light and dark
Could I go to this group of strangers
Or would it only more pain spark?
With heart in hand I opened myself
Let all the good and bad now show.
Would they laugh, worse be indifferent?
I braced myself for the last blow.
Their quality then burnished most bright
This melting pot of strange sages,
They brought comfort to the pain inside
My book’s gilded, fine white pages.
- Jennan O Possums
For
Arrarat: Of Rings and Things
Rings . . .
They are wonderful things . . .
No beginning, no ending, and each part, however small, is part of the eternal circle.
Bands of friendship, bands of love, ties which cannot be broken by time or space, encircle us in these ringing boards.
The Lord of the Rings, encircle us in these ringing boards.
With ties which cannot be broken by time or space.
Bands of Friendship, bands of love. Each part of the eternal circle, however small. No beginning, and neverending.
They are wonderful things . . .
Rings.
Rings . . .
They are wonderful things . . .
No beginning, no ending, and each part, however small, is part of the eternal circle.
Bands of friendship, bands of love, ties which cannot be broken by time or space, encircle us in these ringing boards.
The Lord of the Rings, encircle us in these ringing boards.
With ties which cannot be broken by time or space.
Bands of Friendship, bands of love. Each part of the eternal circle, however small. No beginning, and neverending.
They are wonderful things . . .
Rings.
- Doctor
Gamgee
The Pony is empty
the fridge is bare.
Gimli is missing,
we know not where.
Aragorn tiptoes
behind the bar.
Looking for Gimli,
he can't have gone far.
Legolas scans the room
with eyes like a hawk.
We better find him
or SWG will squak.
Frodo slips on the ring
and the shadows close about.
But Gimli's not there either,
I wonder who let him out.
Merry and Pip join in
thinking it's a game,
but Gimli missing is terrible
the Pony won't be the same.
Gandalf lights his staff
and strolls around outside.
It's darker out there than Moria,
but there's nowhere out there to hide.
Finally Boromir gets up
and heads over to the door.
Gimli's in the rest room,
the mystery is no more.
Gimli comes out to the bar
a sheepish grin on his face.
"Don't know what the fuss is"
and heads back to his place.
** and there SWG will find him in the morning **
the fridge is bare.
Gimli is missing,
we know not where.
Aragorn tiptoes
behind the bar.
Looking for Gimli,
he can't have gone far.
Legolas scans the room
with eyes like a hawk.
We better find him
or SWG will squak.
Frodo slips on the ring
and the shadows close about.
But Gimli's not there either,
I wonder who let him out.
Merry and Pip join in
thinking it's a game,
but Gimli missing is terrible
the Pony won't be the same.
Gandalf lights his staff
and strolls around outside.
It's darker out there than Moria,
but there's nowhere out there to hide.
Finally Boromir gets up
and heads over to the door.
Gimli's in the rest room,
the mystery is no more.
Gimli comes out to the bar
a sheepish grin on his face.
"Don't know what the fuss is"
and heads back to his place.
** and there SWG will find him in the morning **
- Red Leaf
A wee bit of fun with names
Please don't be sad if your names is not here, I was just playing fill in the blanks.
T he Foe Hammer
H obbitlove
E len Lilta
F ellowshipfan
E lenna
L eggy Pants
L indorie
O nónë
W iccun Shadow
S amwisegirl
H obbitNaga
I (me I call myself)
P rimula
O rangeBlossom Took
F imbrethil
T rueHeartedEasterling
H obbitNaga
E lven Redwood
R osie
I carus
N essa
G imli's Sister
Please don't be sad if your names is not here, I was just playing fill in the blanks.
T he Foe Hammer
H obbitlove
E len Lilta
F ellowshipfan
E lenna
L eggy Pants
L indorie
O nónë
W iccun Shadow
S amwisegirl
H obbitNaga
I (me I call myself)
P rimula
O rangeBlossom Took
F imbrethil
T rueHeartedEasterling
H obbitNaga
E lven Redwood
R osie
I carus
N essa
G imli's Sister
;-{> -On'ono Laivindur
To Little Lena Ellen...
To little Lena Ellen...
If I may be so bold,
This fellowship sends some gifts
To you, only four months old.
First of all, we send our love,
To save you from all Orcish hands,
Guidance and protection-
'fore you no evil shall stand
Before you we shall gather
Though weak we appear to man
You would be our Frodo-
And we would be your Sams'!
Congrats again Dr. G!
To Little Lena Ellen...
To little Lena Ellen...
If I may be so bold,
This fellowship sends some gifts
To you, only four months old.
First of all, we send our love,
To save you from all Orcish hands,
Guidance and protection-
'fore you no evil shall stand
Before you we shall gather
Though weak we appear to man
You would be our Frodo-
And we would be your Sams'!
Congrats again Dr. G!
-
HobbitNaga
‘Who Are The Fairest In This Middle-Earth.’
Who are the fairest in this Middle-Earth?
Is it Those Under Mother’s Heart,
awaiting their birth?
Or is it the Wee Ones,
that make us all laugh;
and still need a hand,
to get out of the bath.
It could be The Children;
just starting school,
learning life’s wonders;
and The Golden Rule.
Think of The Maidens;
Who keep hope in a chest,
And swoon at the thought;
Cradling Elijah to their breast.
Perhaps it’s The Mothers;
Who care for big and small,
From timid woodland creatures;
To horses in stalls,
And wipe away tears from swollen red eyes;
And speak words of wisdom;
When their men aren’t so wise.
Forget not the Matrons;
Who call us all Dear,
With love spent a lifetime;
Never hearing the cheers,
That victorious Hero’s;
Hear ring in their ears.
But quietly give us;
A warm loving glance,
And speak only seldom,
Of their youth and romance.
Give honor to The Steadfast;
Woman of Faith,
With her life serves The Lord;
In humblest grace,
Who spreads The Good Word;
And bring us good cheer,
Who whispers her prayers;
That go straight to God’s ear.
Thankful are we for The Mods who erase;
All our faux pas and all the disgrace,
Who keep the water bucket always around;
In case some young sailor,
Starts pawing the ground.
And invent the cute polls;
And post their remark,
To help all the newbies;
Get out of the dark. (nt)
So Who Are The Fairest In This Middle-Earth Here?
It is The Fellowship Of Women,
And to that, I say Cheers!
Who are the fairest in this Middle-Earth?
Is it Those Under Mother’s Heart,
awaiting their birth?
Or is it the Wee Ones,
that make us all laugh;
and still need a hand,
to get out of the bath.
It could be The Children;
just starting school,
learning life’s wonders;
and The Golden Rule.
Think of The Maidens;
Who keep hope in a chest,
And swoon at the thought;
Cradling Elijah to their breast.
Perhaps it’s The Mothers;
Who care for big and small,
From timid woodland creatures;
To horses in stalls,
And wipe away tears from swollen red eyes;
And speak words of wisdom;
When their men aren’t so wise.
Forget not the Matrons;
Who call us all Dear,
With love spent a lifetime;
Never hearing the cheers,
That victorious Hero’s;
Hear ring in their ears.
But quietly give us;
A warm loving glance,
And speak only seldom,
Of their youth and romance.
Give honor to The Steadfast;
Woman of Faith,
With her life serves The Lord;
In humblest grace,
Who spreads The Good Word;
And bring us good cheer,
Who whispers her prayers;
That go straight to God’s ear.
Thankful are we for The Mods who erase;
All our faux pas and all the disgrace,
Who keep the water bucket always around;
In case some young sailor,
Starts pawing the ground.
And invent the cute polls;
And post their remark,
To help all the newbies;
Get out of the dark. (nt)
So Who Are The Fairest In This Middle-Earth Here?
It is The Fellowship Of Women,
And to that, I say Cheers!
- Onóno Laivindur
What is this, a love-in? LOL
Onone shares scones,
Onono a sweet poem
SWG passes out hugs
And Truss has us all goin'.
From the leastest to the biggest,
From the saddest to the gladdest
You are all the nicest bunch of people
(But I know this poem is the baddest!)
(((Prancing Pony))))
What is this, a love-in? LOL
Onone shares scones,
Onono a sweet poem
SWG passes out hugs
And Truss has us all goin'.
From the leastest to the biggest,
From the saddest to the gladdest
You are all the nicest bunch of people
(But I know this poem is the baddest!)
(((Prancing Pony))))