Some Poems

[Elvedans]

Will get those poems to you when i can. Here's a little late night creation of mine. Oh yes, it's dedicated to you Miranda!

Different.

I don’t like what you like,
I don’t look like you do,
I don’t strive to be one of the flock.
I don’t act how you act,
Just like one of the pack,
I’m not chipped off the same old block.
See my wires are crossed,
And what’s hot must be cold,
I dance to a different beat.
My heart rules my head,
Things are not how I’m told,
These are my independent feet.

Enjoy, lol Elv
XXXXXXXXX

[Miranda]

Very bohemian Elvedans, I'm impressed. Here's one I wrote yesterday for my dear friend Tommy who died four years ago next month. Its tinged with a little more sadness too because I'm now facing my own illness.

Funny how memories wake sometimes
For no reason or triggered somehow,
Your song,
Your smile,
Your scent,
But memories they are,
Now we're four years on.

Its only five minutes in my mind,
Since I kissed your lips goodbye,
Your eyes,
Your breath,
Your caress,
Feel so near at times,
Though four years have gone.

I've grown with those you've left behind,
Your great glory still our pride,
Your name,
Your number,
Your birthday,
Still written in my diary,
Can't bear to write "Anon."

Your ashes scattered in Kensington Park,
The tales we told gone cold,
No child,
No dream,
No mischief,
Memories changed by adulthood,
Childhood years bygone.

Yet in my dreams and in my heart,
You're there still all the time,
Your life,
Your love,
Your parting,
Yet I may soon join you,
Four years on.

Mx

[Beor]

Here's a song that I wrote for Nurvingiel when she helped me with my picture in the picture links thread. I promised her a song of her valiant deeds, and she liked it and told me I should post it, so here it is:

It was a windy morning
and sat Beor
in front of the bright screen
reading lines of lore

When he cruised to the pictures
his mind opened and said
I should put one up,
for, lo, I am not dead

He tried to stick it up,
but much to his unrest
the machine would not let him
and Beor did the bytes best

So began the Battle of the Bytes
Beor was caught by surprise
with one question in his head
what the hell is a byte

The battle raged on, with the bytes doing well
when suddenly, out of the green
came the fair Nurvingiel

An ally in the fight, Beor now had
Help offered, but denied
He would not budge,
and stubborn was his pride

All night he tried, but without hope
The next morning, the bytes they were ahead
though not a man had fallen,
and many bytes lay dead

His ally Nurvingiel that day was on the board
and he called on her in his ruined state
and to his call she came
and it was not too late

Dawn came the next day
with byte blood in the air
Beor was amazed to see
the success of the lady fair

for the bytes had lost the day
and many hard did fall
and so it was the Battle was won
by the fair Nurvingiel.

There ya go, I promised a song, I hope it can do you honor!


so, enjoy

[Nurvingiel]

Thanks for posting Beor. You write well, and not just about me!

[Tessar]

A song that I came up with, inspired by the case of the 'Myst' game . I know, it's sad . Anyways, it's supposed to be sung to one of the tunes Lorrenna Mickennitt sings, sort of a blend of one or two I believe. If anyone's interested I could try to record it, but my equipment is pretty bad, not to mention my voice .



Far across the ocean blue, I know a place called 'Ithorul',
And when it's found, it stays forever, a misty island in your mind,
So grand a place you'll never see again, with ancient trees and forests green, the isle of 'Ithorul'.

The people there know naught of war, their ways are peaceful, fair, and free. I told them little, and that in shame, for though ignorant, they were wiser than me. For I see now, what fools to fight, to wage a bloody war.

But that was not all they showed to me, they showed me caves of history, they showed me magic... made me dance, to their tunes so merry and fast... They showed me 'Ithorul'.

I had to leave, I had to fly, I felt like I might bring them all, some sort of disease that would change them all... into... what we... are now.

[Lady Ravyn]

that is AWESOME! but kinda sad; like that kids' song about toyland- "once you leave its boreders/you can never go back again" *sigh* but very cool; i like alot!

let's seeif i can dig up one of mine....
here's one i wrote a couple weeks ago:

The True Question

A January Fog drowns me,
as I grab at its surface,
making tracks in the mist.

But why has a Depression,
thick as blood,
settled itself upon me?

I woke up one morning
to aterrible back-ache:
i discovered the World
resting on my shoulders.

So I struggle through
my mantle of blueness,
all the while pondering
the True Question:

how did the World get there?

[Nurvingiel]

Cool poem! (One typo, I'm sure you meant "a terrible" in the third stanza.)

[Tessar]

Remind me to keep my angst to myself, there's waaaay too much floating around without mine added .

Hehehe, very nice little poem.

[Lady Ravyn]

thanx! and sorry 'bout the typo lol

[Beor]

I like the poem, Lady Ravyn, its very descriptive, really leaves one feeling like the subject. Good Art.

[Lady Ravyn]

thank you! i try to write poems that other people can relate to (though sometimes it just doesn't work that way)

[Beor]

Night before the day
many men may die
tomorrow several widows
the gloomy sands may make

All is quiet, all is dark
rain drops on my head
is this really gonna happen?
will the sun rise again?

Who knows what the night will bring
some blood some sweat some tears
but I know that when the day does dawn
Either silence or reality will become all our fears

And in a few days to come
who will be around to tell
the deeds, the honor, the pride
of all the men who fell.

[Lady Ravyn]

that was beautiful, beor! i'm listening to audioslave's i"i am a highway" and it just kinda seemed to fit that poem. call me weird, but it did! very nice!

[Beor]

Thank you, I wrote it on spur of the moment. It pretty much sums up the nervousness you get when you know you may have to go to fight, but you always hope you dont. I am glad you like it, though, I appreicate the compliment

[Lady Ravyn]

oh! that's right, i forgot you were in iraq! i'm sorry! that gives the poem so much more depth!

[Beor]

I'm just glad y'all can enjoy it. thanks for the compiments.

[Tessar]

I thought it was a very nice poem. One little thing that didn't fit with the wording you used in the rest of it was 'gonna'. It's too slangy compared to the other words you used .

[Nerdanel]

It's strange - I love wriring, but I haven't been here before! Writing is something I do at most times; when something comes into my head, I like to write it down. Some of my poems are really stupid, a few are good.

I write other things than poems too, but not as often. But unfortunately, I only write poems in Swedish, so not many of you would understand if I put them here..

But I love your poems! All of you are very talented! Just keep on writing, all of you.

[Beor]

Tessar-- Good point. On the other hand, however, gonna is more what you would think in your head. I dont know, I'm gonna leave it, for the sake of origionalness, but you do make a very good point.

[Lizra]

I like it Beor.

It only takes a moment,
Step up, step back, step aside.
Make these moments pass,
Take me off this crazy ride.