Sometimes even the most dedicated Tolkien fan finds inspiration in other subjects.
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Bad Warg Mama
Stick it in your ear
where the sun don't shine!
Tired of your drear,
moaning, droning whine.
Seem to think that you
have the whole world's woe,
and it's all you do
bringing others low.
Yesterday I sat,
listened to you cry.
Wished I had a bat;
wished that you would die.
Tired of your crap;
tired of you too.
Think I need a nap
for a day or two!
Eating Grapes
Firm and ripe yet succulent
I hold them in my hand.
Large and moist and eager for
My lips upon that gland.
Roll and swirl upon my tongue,
Their glist'ning sides are wet.
cool and hard and innocent
of tooth on skin has met.
Tooth and tongue removes the skin
Revealing oh so sweet,
Pulp and juice without within,
Ambrosia, heaven's meat.
Greene Lady's song
In the woods so fair and green
In the shadows quite unseen
stood a lady bright of face
waiting for a man's embrace
Got him up and dusted off
quite ashamed that she would scoff
but when her face his eyes did see
kneeled to her on bended knee
That was nigh two weeks ago
the time did pass and hither go
The Ball would be that very night
But of her knight there was no sight
Oh, but hark, her heart did spark
she heard some hoof beats in the dark
And through the woods that stallion came
Who'd left his master with some dame
Sensual Chocolate
When the chocolate first rests on my tongue it doesn't do anything. It takes a few seconds or so for my saliva and the warmth of my mouth to start breaking down its defenses. Little by little the hard edges start to soften and mold to my tongue. I roll it around a bit, caressing it into submission. After a while it rewards my tongue with its secretions ... sweet and bitter all at once. More saliva gets into the action causing the flavor to spread throughout my mouth. By this time, my throat is screaming to swallow, but I do not allow it. I clamp closed the back of my throat and allow my mouth to fill with its own juices. My tongue is bathed in chocolate sensation. It writhes in ecstasy. My throat cries for its share, but still I refrain from swallowing.
It is then that the chocolate attempts its bitter revenge. Where my tongue senses sweet, it goes numb; where it senses bitter sharp it bites, sharp stinging nips sending shivers of agony down my spine. My mouth is fairly bursting with fluid at this time and finally ... finally I have to swallow.
Then, the best part. My tongue remembers ... it recalls the flavor and relives every sensual moment for some time afterwards ... an ongoing orgasm of bittersweet chocolate sensation.
Beautiful, she stands
Shoulders square against
a bitter wind.
not bowing
.........or hating
.................but standing firm.
The stormy coastline,
Enduring the waves
the pounding sea.
not quitting
.........triumphing
.................an icon of hope.
In joy and laughter,
discovers healing,
and deep heart friends.
Who love her
........stand with her
.................to victory.
The Highlander Went Up the Hill
from the Kilt Collection
The highlander went up the hill,
If he remains up yonder still,
The elves have made him dance the reel
If he should ever come back down,
Bearin' cross or kingly crown,
Then with the Elves he made the deal
But then most likely he'd be fey,
And was the Elves that won the day,
And at the Elf Queen's feet he'd kneel
She'd turn him o'er her queenly knee
And let the other Elf-kind see
What Scots beneath the kilt conceal
By now the legend's quite the thing
The Scottish lad's an Elvish king
Because the Queen thinks he's ideal.
The Land Where Lads are Kilted
from the Kilt Collection
Once there was a Scottish lad,
Who bragged about the fun he had
when he met the yankee girl
and gave her pretty head a whirl.
Chorus:
There is a land where lads are kilted
Pipes are played and voices lilted
there true love was found and jilted
There a poor boy's heart was wilted
She laughed and danced his bag pipe tune,
she whirled him back but all to soon,
She did return to US soil,
Left the lad alone and spoiled.
Chorus:
He moaned and pined until that day
She did return his love and say
Let me peek beneath the kilt
before my heart's sweet love is spilt.
Chorus:
Then much to his embarrassment
She had a peek and laughing went
And told the world what she hand seen
Underneath betwixt, between.
Chorus:
So from that day and forward on
the story goes as it has gone.
That underneath the scottish plaid
Is nothing but the scottish lad.
Chorus:
The Pack, the Hunt, the Song
Bond deeper than kin or blood, yielding not,
To any call save loyalty in life,
And the probity of heart dearly bought
Never yielded to the dust, nor to strife!
The scent of prey, the stalk and flush, the blow
To nourish kin and clan, ensanguine kill:
The stag and hart in mountain and meadow,
The sheep and goat reclined on rocky hill.
The sound that binds the call that drives away,
Bestirs the heart of one who would belong.
A cry of joy becomes one of dismay,
Until the pack returns the lonesome song.
What then is this decree of the Divine?
The Pack, the Hunt, the Song of the Lupine.
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Chelsea
Wolves of Time
Dare to run among us
Join our fighting souls
Dare to live among us
Songs of stories old
Past present future
When all of them collide
Spirits join and lives destroy
And all of us subside
Great the coming morning
Great the dawning day
Our eyes shine as it combines
Our gazes to nothing sublime
Wolves of time
Souls divine
Watch for the coming night
And see our spirits of right
Dare to run among us
Join our fighting souls
Dare to live among us
Songs of stories old
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Entowyn
Recycled
Rain falls on all my dreams.
Lightning sears my heart.
Half asleep, cacophony in my head, I despair.
With morning comes wakefulness.
Spirit leaping, I see ground refreshed.
The Sun, a beacon blaring a bright new day.
Nature renewed.
Revealing us inconsequential.
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Idril
Elephantine
With large-boned grace
I tread among the bird skeletons
crushing none
I turn their skulls
with prehensile dignity
revering the tiny curves
Within grey memory
they've hatched and cried
mated, fought, sang their ground
lived out lives impossibly small
Always they've flown beyond my poor vision
I inhale the emptiness
of tiny bones abandoned
I catch a scent
of blessedness
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Jette Goldie
Weep not for the dead
for the dead feel no pain
Grieve only for the living
who heal to hurt again.
Just when you think
the crying stops
It all begins again
You never stop the hurting
the grieving and the pain
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Medicrn
Twilight Atop Mt. Zel-Arkadan
Twilight atop Mt. Zel-Arkadan
Brilliant auroras illuminate two small silhouettes
Gazing in awe at the blazing glory
Of a night sky gone mad
One trembles from weariness and hunger
The other from anticipation
This then is the end of a quest
The end to a road stretching back across time
From dappled glades and a fragrant spring,
Across treacherous cliffs and dark autumn
Past tortuous, narrow paths and fiery dragon
Through enchanting gardens and cold stone halls
Full of bitter tears and merry laughter like silver bells
Sustained by a well of courage sprung from soul's depths
And raw determination found when needed most
Yet least expected
To struggle onward even in deep agony
Fueled not by selfish motives nor seeking riches or praise
But for the sake of a life and a promise
And out of unshakeable loyalty and friendship
This then is courage and bravery
This then is unspeakable sacrifice and true nobility
And these then, these two thin pitiful souls, are heroes
Their names forgotten
Their quest lost in the dusts of eternity
Trembling atop Mt. Zel-Arkadan
Before a sky awed by an inner brilliance below
Far greater than any aurora.
Evil on the Train
Sitting here on the rumbling train
I have just read about evil
An instant of pure, unadulterated evil
Of man's cruelty to man
The image it conjured up in my mind
Something my worst nightmares could not have contained
And now I sit here feeling despair
Looking all about at my fellow passenger's faces
Wondering could any of them be capable of this act
Or something like it?
The faces of people of every color and age
Faces in slumber, deep thought, boredom.
None look capable of such evil
And I do not want to believe any are
My heart tells me it is not possible
No one can be so cruel to another human being
And yet once more the proof assaults my eyes
From the pages of another newsmagazine.
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Narsilia
Prescription
oh to be a butterfly
and flutter where mine enemy treads
and defecate upon their heads
but they be none the wiser
Trees
What massive spider weaves obsidian webs
With each strand forming a shadow
To haunt the moonlit ground with thought serene
And capture the poets of night
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Narsilia's Papa
I can't get off my horse.
All day long I ride among the cattle.
I can't get off my horse,
'Coz some dirty dog put glue on my saddle...
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Ninian Jarik
The morning glories wake you
with the dawn of each timeless day
Colors announcing your presence
to the people who pass your way
Your name is etches, though now
it's growing faint
Your story is forgotten.
The passers by think you quaint.
Years upon years, age upon age
Dreams are buried deep
I sit beside your grave
And even now I think
I think about your soul, forgotten here
You died so young at 17
the morning glories seem
to be your only company
I wonder what you'd say
if your story you could tell
Standing now, I turn to leave
I have not forgotten to bid thee farewell.
Finding joy
in a thunderstorm
running in the rain
let the water drown the pain
the thunder raises its voice above your silent sobs.
Is this joy in thunder
or escape?
Little girl
running in the rain
you close your eyes
the lightning comes.
Let the water pour
the thunder roar
little girl
hopeless and alone.
The lightning has come to your field
your fate is sealed.
Dream
to float endlessly
on a sea of
adventure
where pain
is an idea but is never
given any thought.
Echo
like a wolf crying
Echo
like an empty room
Echo
like a dolphin screaming
Echo
like a thunderous boom.
An Echo is heard
by only it's maker
when no others
are around to hear.
Echo
is made for the lonely
who speak in empty
rooms.
How I wish that trees could talk
What stories they could tell!
Of woodsmen and of lovers,
of how a limb was fell.
What would a tree sound like?
Would it whisper, would it shout?
Would it have attitude?
What do trees talk about?
I wonder what tree think about
What do they do all day
If I asked a tree this thing
I wonder what it's say.
Oh, for a dream
of carefree adventure
and of ruthless revenge
where you never
die.
Raindrops fall
tears from heaven
over o're and all the earth
Cov'ring me with sparkling rivers
that flow, cascading down my cheeks
Raindrops fall
sky is hazy
the swirling pools of tears come down
bathing my soul
which cries for relief.
Sad-eyed-girl
staring at the starless sky
what do you, way up there?
And why do you cry?
Dragondreamer
dreaming of everything
you wish you could be
Dragondreamer
won't you open your eyes
and see beyond your fantasy?
Sad-eyed-girl
watching life go sailing by
why do you dream?
You're dreaming your life away.
Dragondreamer
dreaming of everything
you wish you could be
Dragondreamer
won't you open your eyes
and see beyond your fantasy?
Dragondreamer
Sad-eyed-girl
living in a fantasy
and opening your eyes
you cry
and run back to your dream.
Her eyes reflect an ocean of sorrow
They flicker with uncertainty
Never thinking of the 'morrow
From memories she tries to flee.
Walking through the cemetery
Meeting all her friends there
Meeting my gaze she looks wary
Her heart cannot afford to care.
Letting the rain fall on her face
She stares up at the skies
From her fears she must race
She won't let anyone hear her cries.
Her heart has been tormented
It is too much to bear alone
But The Fates have not relented
Her soul They seem to own.
Eagle soaring, I caught a glimpse
of his majesty, unmasked.
Flying quickly, of air a prince
"Could you teach me to fly?" I asked.
The Eagle soared round 'ore my head
then dove, as though he heard my plea
I followed him to where he was, and then he said
"You wish to fly, let me show you the key."
"Never doubt the wind" he said" It's always there for you.
Never falter, follow only your heart
for it will carry you, it's true."
And spreading his wings he prepared to depart.
I reached out my arms, pleading still
and I cried "I don't understand."
"Follow me," he said quietly "And then perhaps you will-
follow me o'er sea and land."
He spread his wings our far, and then
I hesitated, looking 'round
I gasped, all of a sudden, when
I saw I was high above the ground.
Following his mighty wings
at first I was afraid
But then, I remembered all those things
that to me clear he'd made.
Looking forward once again
I cried out in alarm
The Eagle was gone, he'd left me then
but in my memory remained his charm.
I soared, but yet did not forget
the things that he had taught.
Now in my mind they're firmly set;
They were not said for naught.
Two Trees
They were planted side-by-side
Two tiny little trees
And as the turning of the tide
They grew as fast as weeds.
They loved each other dearly
As only close friends can;
If one were trampled nearly
The other used it's leaves to fan.
They soon grew tall - two might oaks
They still grew side-by-side
But soon would come the chopping folks
They could not run, they could not hide.
And soon they came, with clippers gleaming
But only they to find
Two mighty oaks, leaf-tears streaming
With their branches in a bind.
For the two oaks could not live, you see
Without their special friend
And yet, this still amazes me
Their branches together they did bend.
For now is one was to be cut
The other too would fall.
I have a feeling in my gut
That day fell two oaks tall.
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Rhiannon
she looks strange
off in another world
she talks to herself
stares off into space
everyone says
she has to be crazy
maybe she's an alien
she's not like us
that's for sure
only I was smart enough
to realize
she sees things
that we can't
because we don't want to get past our normality
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Rilith
Befuddled Brain
Walking through imagined fields,
Seeing exactly what my thoughts will yield,
I hope I can find my way back through my dreams,
With some explanation as to what they mean.
Clouded and grey they remain,
I do not believe they will ever wane,
But I can see the evening star,
Maybe I can find you where your thoughts are.
Comfortable
Destiny is done with,
No need left to try,
Relax and dream until the day we die,
Warmth somehow feels warmer,
And cold a bitter ice,
Dreams within our destiny are no longer just nice.
Time slowly passes,
Songs do not need end,
Beauty sleeps fittingly within a silent glen,
Joy now makes us cry,
We fear no longer pain,
Than that on which the day we see the Elves again.
Dawn
A lasting impression is imposed upon my mind,
Dawn has come and I smile at the sight,
The nights silence is replaced with birds chirping,
And hunting for worms in the dew bitten grass,
Silently I smile and take in the morning.
Sunlight dappled and shifts through canopies,
A whispering breeze flows rustling leaves,
The sky blazes with; light that's golden,
Clouds of mellow white float swiftly,
Passing by bestowing in my heart a merry token.
Under knotted wood and leaf green in hue,
Animals joyfully gater watching the sun,
Happily they play together under the blue skies,
No care in the world, no need to work,
The scene brings tears of joy to my eyes.
I shall remain here amongst the morning,
Waiting for the world to realize the day,
If by chance I drift into dreams,
Allow me to continue in my sleep,
As I remember all the merry scenes.
The secret shared hours just after dawn
Sleepy warmth of the few hours just after dawn,
Sun shines; The trip is filled,
with the music I have on CD player adorned,
Passers-by stare bleary eyed at the silent windows,
And all the while passengers stare back,
Muffled by the shudders of their transport they hear the early crow,
He caws his morning greeting to them,
Thankfully they smile they share their secret thoughts.
Gathering for their morning ritual,
Passengers cheerily exchange money for ticket,
Secretly I wonder where they will go,
When they leave me remaining,
I imagine up names for them but do not speak; quietly refraining,
to stop my fantasy,
Finally my destination grows near; I rise,
Now they secretly imagine me as I step off the bus.
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RvrGld
Poosh-Pie
See my round eyed, lonely, lounging, lump of luxury,
Proprietor of the squeaky sock.
(That stuffed, sausagesque, little artifact
With sounds not unlike, at four in the morning,
Some small, unhappy, unfortunate, wee beast.)
See my calf glommer onto deluxe,
Leaning in as if against a strong nor'easter,
Whose only significant sound, do to breed,
Is a rather muffled and indignant beep.
Watch my launcher of endless, hysterical, arcing, mice.
Such a bad trick and I end up ambulance driver
But one can't deny her geometry is stunning.
See to whom once was sung "love you, love you, bumby!"
And know that "please don't sing that in public Auntie"
Was duly noted.
The Return Of A King Or How To Take The Long Way Home
Rivergolden saw the future long ago.
She waited out the long wait
and cursed her logic.
In a small place
she took refuge.
She listened
even laughed.
And unsuspected a spirit returned
and whispered in her ear
go forth, go forth, it is your time now.
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Silarien
Business Lunch
Nothing is comfortable here
Conversation is passed around
Like a medicine ball
Smiles stretch over stiff jaws
Glass laughter breaks
No-one believes it
So, why are we here?
Fighting politely
To stay at least one rung
Off the floor
Ants on a blade of grass
Crawling over each other
Taking Risks
I shot an arrow at the stars
It fell back down towards my head
I might have snared a comet's tail
I got a fractured skull instead
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Silver
Thrill of an Unread Book
What lies between the covers
Adventures as yet untold
Emotions not yet experienced.
Lying there so new
Glossy and untouched
Awaiting my discovery.
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T.E.
"Society"
Flow!
Full-on headrush
just inside
empty minds
mesmerized
blinking image
staring eyes
now uniqueness
slowly dies
Gone, my
individuality
neomodern
malady
we're all the same now
I see
we're all the hopeless, goodless
majority.
Society is a river
It carries us on our way
I'll never understand
I'll never comprehend
but that doesn't matter anyway.
Not to the lifeboat
of today's human race
Violence, sex
We can't keep pace.
Apathetic parts
of the same ticking time bomb,
3,2,1
Who will notice when we're all gone?
Propaganda on
TV
I hate him, he's
hating me
Blissful now, I'm
Full of Glee
Slave to the great
Conformity.
Society is a river.
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