Primula the moderator
Tarried in Decipher land.
She held a pen of Morgul-green
Grasped in her power hungry hand.
Her eye was keen, her wit was sharp
(At least the half her wit we knew).
Her brow was wrinkled, and her heart
Was cold as e’er the cold wind blew.
In panoply of modern times,
In sweats and thongs she dressed herself;
No Mitrhil shirt, no Mallorn leaf
Clasping closed the cloak of Elf.
Her desk is made of melamine,
Her monitor is worn and old.
Her office floor is stained with all
The coffee spilled that’s gone to mould.
Beneath the moon and under star
She wanders wildly in the night.
To come upon our Primula
Would give a Ranger’s heart a fright.
She surveys all of Middle Earth
With gnashing teeth and heart of ice
No naughty thoughts nor nasty words
Get past her! No, just what is nice.
At times she likes to fool us all
And wield a pen that’s blue not green.
But still her manner ever shows
Her style, although she is not seen.
Things could be worse, I do suspect,
We could have Fili in her place.
Imagine what the Board would be
Beneath his pink and frowning face.
Ol' Vison was a fan right true.
Of her the posters sing the blues:
of her whose posts were strangely free,
between the the lines she wrote, you see?
Her pencil long, its tip was keen,
eraser crumbs afar were seen;
the countless bits she'd almost say,
then bite her tongue and scrub away.
But long ago she wrote they say,
but what she posted blew away;
for into darkness her post scrolled,
they're never still, they never mold.
Ol' Vison, with the one-eyed name,
Almost a vision but not the same,
Where goes her mind we cannot say
It rolls around and bumps that way.
I wish I lived in "Fiction",
A world of make believe,
A place that I dream of,
That no one else can see,
My visions are so clear,
It's almost like I'm there,
Strolling down silver streets,
Without harsh thought or care,
It's so warm there, I could fall into a sleep,
Dreaming of the reality,
In whos company I now keep,
I wish I lived in "Fiction",
A place where dreams are made,
To put my heart at ease, to let come what may....
Thank you for reading. I have always wished I could live in my
imagination, and thanks to Tolkien and Jackson I can do this everytime
I go to the theater:)
Poetry for the Prancing Pony
For hours I could thusly sit
Enraptured by the sounds I hear
Of Adventure, music, banter, and wit
Always able to draw smile or tear
When friends are gathered, magic brews
No esoteric incantations are needed
Just come to smile or drop some news
In our hearts again love is seeded
A Song to Say Goodbye
Friends from far off lands
Come let’s join our hands
Today for one last time
singing “for auld lang syne”
Asleep is the sun
And I had much fun
And I know it’s very sad
But I have to go to bed
Thanks to dear True
I’m no longer blue
But as happy as can be
A Hobbit named Rosie.
I got my perfect match
Have been given an edge
I really love my Sam
The brave and loyal man.
I hope you are not mad
This verse is really bad
To those I didn’t put to flight
I wish you all “Good Night”.
- Rosie Cotton
We love the Pony
Oh yes we do-o-o
We love the way we play
You keep us true-ue-
When we're not near to you...
We love you!!
An Ode to the Webmistress
While in the scrapbook a' browsing
I found an unlikely thing
for it seems that my story was missing
from "Parodies - Tales of the Ring."
I quickly emailed our Primula
distraught was my tone, I'm afraid
I said, "the parody's missing
my long-labored tale's been mislaid!"
"Don't worry my friend," said dear Prim
"It can't have gone too far afield."
But soon she too became worried
for no story did her fruitless search yield.
"I will search for the link that is broken
perhaps in the archives it dwells."
More comforting words never were spoken
by the mistress of our book of spells.
And soon my fears were allayed
for the tale had finally been found
and thus the link was remade
and a sigh of relief I did sound.
All hail to webmistress Prim!
Upon the occasion of the "old" boards
being moved to a standardized 'boxy' mb format, 6/04
Middle Earth Moments, a poem
Everything was a mess,panic on every line
all we could do was hope,everything would be fine
banging on the door,standing out in the rain
all we wish to do is release the pressure on the brain
panic on the message boards,the seven are so afraid
they have gone and lost the world,
from whence they had strayed
when all the food in the world wont help
each has gone and lost theirself
oh gold thatched cottage how is this so
how will I write where will I go
am I to be the last one left
on the shore looking west
listening to the cry of the white gulls
so if I am to be the one left behind
surely there are others I can find
such a happy reunion it will be
when everyone finally finds me
what is in a name,anyway
thousands are thought up everyday
- Halona Treeclan
Like an Elf I will feel
When change comes to these boards
For my name stays the same
But for many it won’t.
So this makes me wonder
If this is how they felt
When the time for men arrived
And theirs was running out?
Now please don’t get me wrong
I’m not sailing away
But this change won’t touch me
Like the immortal Elf.
The Boards Go Ever On and On
The Boards go ever on and on
Where first great friends here did bond
And I shall follow if I must
Though this board more I do trust
I shall follow with willing feet
Down a new road or stranger street
And friendly faces shall I see
Out there, somewhere, waiting for me
Always full of friends
Always full of laughs
I met lots of people
And shared their pains and laughs
Now that we are parting
It's hard to say good-bye
Though we're going to a new place
You'll always have a special place in my heart
Thank you for the times
Thank you for the memories
I love you so much
It's hard to say good-bye
The Ents are Moving
"Where are we going?" Pippin asked Treebeard.
"Ah, come on Pippin, don't tell me you haven't been listening!" Merry
"We are on our way to the new Fan Club Message Boards," Treebeard
explained, "All the Ents thought maybe the Entwives and the Entlings
might have heard about the big move and decided to go check it out from
wherever they have been living."
Bregalad quickly added, "It would be so wonderful to see them again, I
can't wait to get there!"
"Now, now, Bregalad, don't be hasty!" Treebeard said, "First we
have to stop by Wellinghall to get cleaned up for our first meeting
with the Entwives in a very long time."
Bregalad laughed, "Yes, we must look our best. Maybe we can talk
them into coming back to Fangorn with us after we check out the new
"That would be so sweet!" Pippin exclaimed.
"Come on everyone, to Wellinghall then the boards, but, how about
you all be hasty this one time? We wouldn't want to miss all the fun!"
- Silivren Ithildin
Light After Shadows
The Shadows draw across the windows
And fire is dosed in shade
As a chill breath blows 'cross the halls
And swirls the windows close
Many have left, many still stay
All never wish to look away
Still we will come to where we may be
And I shall follow, if someone is here beside me
Good bye old board,the road is long
good bye old board,here's your song
of days gone past,of thoughts spilt like rain
goodbye old board,it is sad all the same
your wooden beams,so long they have stood
above our heads,dark wooden hood
to gather dust,from neglect
firewood for the wanderers to collect
goodbye old board,though the shadow falls
our laughter will fill your halls
and we will remember you
and all the sights we had put you through
with all the drama spawned of our daily lives
in our hearts,old board survives
- Halona Treeclan
I lurk in the Shire, by the moon lights fire.
Not noticed by the others.
I lurk and I smile, all the wihile
I am talking with Gandalf.
My time is soon, it's nearly noon.
And I will join the Elves.
I'll sail away, some soon day.
The Grey Havens are calling loudly.
As I board their ship, and look around at it.
I leave all else behind me.