A Horse Of A Different Colour.......

[Elentari]

Greetings, friends! This thread is to be designated for any poetry that is non-Middle Earth based (thank you to Fatty & Illuvavtar for allowing this little diversion!) I will post a few of mine; let me know if you want any more, lol! If anyone has poetry to add here, by all means, jump right in!:grin:

[Elentari]

'Beat' is short for 'Beatnik', and is a type of free-style poetry more concerned with individual words and their impact, than with rhyming verse. The following is an example:



alone i stood
beside the migratory waves at evening
gazing
toward an empty horizon
casting thoughts across
the darkling waters
when on the twilight sand
a bottle,
polished by the sea,
tumbled from the foam
to rest at my feet
dreaming of lover's words
entrusted to the impelling
waves, i pulled
the stopper, and i heard
the ghost of your laugh,
sparkling faintly
speeding swiftly away on the wind...
nothing more...

-Sharon P.
4/30/02

[Elentari]

Monuments


weary sundown sinks below the faded horizon

misty tears from heaven fall,

as chilling tongues of vapor lap insidiously

about the feet of looming monuments;

in growing darkness their human features missing.

They stand as silent testimonies

to those whose souls were as trinkets

in the pockets of the gods

[A! Elbereth]

Great Poetry Elentari! Here's one of mine:

A Musical Story

I listen to a beautiful song
One without words or meaning
That's filled with violins all along
It sings of joy and children sleeping

It speaks of words and poetic rhymes
It shouts out relief with tiny voices
But also of sorrowful, lonely times
It chills the spine; these lovely noises

It tells a story of kings once mighty
Of travelers stepping fast, but lightly
It tells of missions important and strong
And journeys that last ever so long

In many ways it means lots of things
Love, poetry, and shadow it sings
But when its done, I smile with soft laughter
And listen again, once more after

06/29/02

[Elentari]

A! Elbereth, that was wonderful! Thanks for sharing; hope to hear more soon! :-)

[Fatty]

I like Monuments Elentari! "as chilling tongues of vapor lap insidiously" I like that a lot very evocative and descritptive. :-) Though I am no poetry expert!

Good stuff too Elebereth............we seem to have a real gathering of poets on the forum.

thanks for sharing your work.

[Algamesh]

Kewl! I've got a few lines lying around here ...

My first submission is a piece I call Akkad. I can't believe I'm sharing this because I wrote it when I was a wee teen and it's grammatically horrible. I didn't try to follow any standardized format ... I just wrote it as it came to me. This is still my mode but I think the grammar is a bit improved nowadays. Anyway ... here it is - a poem inspired by a dream ...


Eyes closed, I see thy form ... shifting in my mind
The silhouette of the goddess dances in crystal twilight
Spellbound, I await the day ... and remember

Ages past, another world ... peaceful mountainside ... serenity
Clad in metals from the great forge, the eagle sits upon my chest
I met thee in the lonely hour of dawn's awakening

Beauty ... passion, the essence of Ishtar
Within thine eyes, I watch the origin of all things
Sun's arrival ... the distant stars weep in anguish

The first embrace ... forbidden union bathed lovingly in golden light
Two souls hopelessly intertwined for all eternity
By the god's decree, Fate weaves the web

Lands fade into the relentless march of Time
Yet, I always find thee waiting ... knowing
Age upon age, we live in the timelessness of the tender moment

[Algamesh]

The next piece that I wish to submit is called "Silence"...

Most of the poetry I have written deals with love themes and the despair of unrequited love. The funny thing is ... I've never had a target for these pieces. My wife ... she vehemently believes this to be a false statement. But, alas ... she is wrong roflmao !

Sometimes I just get in the mood to write and it just comes out this way. I never imagine myself as the penning author either. It's always some forlorn traveller away from his lady ...


I sit in quiet reckoning, your distant touch lingering in the stillness
A journey deep within my soul, the vision appears
Beyond the rising tide I see you, standing ... the essence of beauty
Longing for your gentle embrace, I brave strong currents and crashing waves
Stasis of movement, my own mortality becomes the great challenge
With weary arms I push against the transluscent wall between us
The secret path I cannot find ...
I fall back onto the shore, daring once again to dream

[Elentari]

(quote from Algamesh....." I never imagine myself as the penning author either. It's always some forlorn traveller...")

How interesting! I don't know if I imagine myself as someone else when I write; I never thought about it, but that's very insightful of you!
Algamesh, I loved the imagery of your poems, and the form seems fine to me; I don't think we should worry about form at the expense of emotion, and sometimes trying to make verse 'fit a pattern' can kill the emotion in its truest sense. The beat poems are very freeing. I also seem to write about love quite often, and most of the time it's very dark poetry, with an occasional joyful moment thrown in.
Thanks for sharing; hope to hear more from you!

Fatty, I'm glad to hear you enjoyed 'Monuments'; it's one of the 'dark' ones.

I have two that I wrote when I was nineteen; it's amazing how mature you 'think' you are at that age, as you'll be able to tell when I post them, lol.

[Elentari]

The Changing of the Seasons

When I was young I didn't fear
the things that time might bring;
But now I feel it's gonna be
a long time yet 'til spring.

The autumn mists are drifting in;
the summer's lost it's shine,
And the changing of the seasons
brings a changing of the mind.

I was standing on the corner
when this old man passed me by;
He didn't even notice me,
I've often wondered why.

But now I see his summer
turned to winter in it's time;
And the changing of the seasons
brings a changing of the mind.

Now you've lost your golden castle
in the passages of time,
And the turning point that brought you here
has fallen far behind;

And you search for things you used to know,
but they're just too hard to find;
And the changing of the seasons
brings a changing of the mind.

Sharon P.
Middlecreek
9/16/79

[Elentari]

The Mirror of Your Soul

I saw you in the distance
When the day was nearly done;
You came riding on a rainbow,
Mirrored by a silver sun.

And shining in your dark eyes
Was a treasure pure as gold;
There were peaceful scenes of summer
In the mirror of your soul.

Captured August visions
Dim and jaded in my mind;
All the people and the laughter
That got lost somewhere behind.

It was like a bridge of memories
Under which the sea waves roll;
When you showed reflections of the past
In the mirror of your soul.

In the midst of blaring music
And the strobe of neon light,
There are heroes in the bars,
And there are martyrs in the night.

Seeing all these lonely people
Search for comfort in the cold
Makes me glad to find a fire
In the mirror of your soul.

Sharon P.
Middlecreek
9/16/79

[A! Elbereth]

All these Poems are Masterpiece's in the making! I have another I'd like to share! But I have to warn you --- its 36 lines long... but I would be honored if you all took a look:

The City we were, The City we are

As I walk down the street of golden leaves falling,
An intricate design of flowers on a dress catches my eye.
A little girl buying fruits at the market sways,
Trying to defeat the force of static cling.

In front of me stood a horse and carriage
Light feet step out like a bride from a marriage.
She shouts out when a gentleman bumps her
He politely gives vindication and she smiles back without a stir

I giggle with a high elf tone and sigh
As I look to the left and I see love at first sight;
A man and a women having lunch,
With grapes at their table by the bunch

“How kind it seems this point of time!”
I say with a high noted and happy chime
But the town got gray and roared with thunder
I trip to the ground; a folly blunder

I walk further into the city within
Where crimes and labors first begin
Time seems older, stretched and wary
Quite redundantly time has varied.

I look to my right to see a flowered girl.
At the Market she’s sneaking food and the truth unfurls
I gape at the sight of this voluntary crime
And peer to the left where no devotion lies…

A fight is at its climax across the street
A man and women did not wish to meet
A push and a shove of violent words
I stared at this sight and my stomach churned

“No more! I cry, with tears in my eyes
This city has changed without warning!
Though time has passed it still got worse,
Into hate the world is soaring!”

I turn around and run to home
Where no one cheats or cries
I run in my world and grasp the stone
“Our world is full of lies.”

05-01-02

Copyright Ó 2002 Kelly Sinkiewicz

[Elentari]

Wonderful! This paints such evocative pictures, and is a subject people can relate to, so it draws one in. Thank you for sharing!

[A! Elbereth]

:)

[Pil]

You really are talented...well done hun! :thumbs:

Share more! I'll wait........................c'mon................. .! :) :p

[Algamesh]

A! Elbereth and Elentari,

Your pieces are masterfully written !!!

I await your future pieces with great anticipation. You both are quite capable of painting vivid images in the readers mind and that is the mark of an accomplished writer! Keep up the good work !!!

[A! Elbereth]

Thank you very much! Its the only way I can express myself without making it sound trashy.

[Elentari]

Algamesh,
Thank you for your encouraging words; I'll post some more recent work in a bit, and I also have a poem about the fall of Numenor that I will post elsewhere. As I've just told Ilmare, it means so much to me to be able to share the thing I love to do with others who enjoy it; thank you! :grin:

[Nessa the Dancer]

All those poems are wonderful! I especially like 'Changing Seasons' and Mirrorof your soul'.
Here's one of mine, hope you like it.

Sword Fight

They circle each other,
Swords glinting in the sun,
The clash of steel echoes the message
the duel has just begun.
The first one thrusts
and is parried,
He springs back, out of range,
He thrusts, and is parried again.
The two blades meet,
Up. Down. To the side.
They lock. Stare into each other's eyes,
The first one spins away,
Stands ready.
Second one closes in
a flash of steel, and they're away again.
The first one is tiring,
Making mistakes,
One is all it takes.
He sees it coming
feels steal on his throat,
Drops his sword
falls to one knee.
He looks at the sword, and smiles,
‘Brother, do you really want to kill me?’
‘No’, comes the reply, the sword is sheathed.
He holds out his hand, gets pulled to his feet,
‘Brother’ he says ‘you're coming on a treat’.

15/8/2002

[Elentari]

What a great poem, and a surprise at the end! Thanks for sharing it with us all!

[Elentari]

Catz,
That's great! Hope to see more of your work in future! It really does help to write about things, doesn't it? Have you read my 'Essays In The Dark' yet? When you do, you'll know I understand you well!
Keep writing girl! :cool:

[Elentari]

Gee! On reviewing this thread, I guess Catz can't have read 'Essays In The Dark' because I haven't posted them here, lol! I will remedy the matter.....

[Elentari]

Essays In The Dark
by Elentari


Question

does anyone know
if hearts bleed
when they're broken?
i only ask
because i think
mine may be leaking
just a little...



In Sleep One

in sleep
i will no longer glimpse
your smile...
in closing mine
won't have to see
your dark eyes shining.
i will not remember
the way i could conjure
your touch
nor imagine i can feel
your breath
against my cheek
and i won't hear you whisper
in the darkness...
the hell i won't.



In Sleep Two

in sleep
my mind is filled
with thoughts of you
more lifelike than a photograph
or words upon a page.
in sleep
you take my hand again
your lips are soft
upon my own;
i wake
the imprint of imagined touch
still warms my skin
and so i sleep, or wake
with no escape

[Elentari]

In Silence

my love is dying tonight
though no one will ever see
the cracks that run swiftly
in spidery threads
across my aching soul
inside i'm screaming
in unquenched agony
my mind with maddening cries resounds
and no one will hear
a single sound

[Elentari]

In Despair

how peaceful is this pit of sadness
comforting and dark;
at ease i lie
hands folded soft beneath my cheek
knees tucked up tightly
so soft, this blanket of despair
which covers me so gently
...only, my eyes seem dry;
open, staring into nothing
my mind a bit unsettled still
these two i need to close as well
now i can rest...



Masquerade

glorious day it is today
the sun shines bright especially
for me
and every face i see
is smiling back at me
i laugh and joke with friends i meet
how sweet the new-mown hay
how green the grass today,
how blue the sky....
now why
are you looking so strangely at me?
what's that?
my mask is slipping?
oh, i see; no, that will never do...
just let me put it back in place
covering my face
oh dear, i've let one tear escape
well, never fear;
it's just one tear...

[Elentari]

Almost

Farewell to you, my almost friend;
we almost had a lovely time
but then
i was a disappointment to
the who you must have thought me to be
you see, the honesty i thought we shared
was maybe never there;
who knew?
not me, for i believed in you
and hoped that you would feel the same way too;
adieu.

[Catz]

ive always written to get thru things...and it does help...theyre lovely Elentari.....i particularly like In Silence....such a powerful image....
:catz:

[Elentari]

Thanks, Catz. :catz:
I hope to read more from your pen soon!

yours, with pen and lots of paper,
Elentari :elfqueen:

[Nessa the Dancer]

Those poems are terific! I liked 'Almost' very much.

If you liked the suprise element in 'Swordfight' here's another.

The Dancer

I watch you on your stage.
You lie low, stretched in elegance,
White billowed around your ankles.
Motionless you lie,
Head down. Watching, waiting
For your cue.

Your head rises,
You freeze.
Every muscle taught.
Then you leap gracefully into your dance.

So elegant, you stand poised
On white toes, in brilliant white tights.
You’re so small,
With a tiny pixie-face.
You wear a black mask
But could you ever be more beautiful underneath?
You dance.
Leaping, twisting, whirling
To a music unheard by human ears.

You are tired now.
Collapsed.
Whole body heaving,
Rose-tongue lolling.

Then just as I think it is all over,
You spring up
And order with a sharp high ear-splitting bark.
I pick up the toy again
And you’re down.
White tail billowed over your ankles.
Motionless.
Head down.
Watching
Waiting.

* *

Later I watch you prancing
Through the woodland,
Moving to your own secret melody.
Your life is your dance.
You are the dancer.

[Catz]

well im glad someone writes light hearted stufflol
all of my poems tend to be depressing cos theyre usually about dark emotions...pain and hurt and loss....gets it out of my system, you see....heres another one from a suite that was on the theme of "the Dark Nite of the Soul"....and yes...its depressing lol

In The Dark
In the dark is the worst
When the house is quiet and calm
Thats when it hurts..
Thats when I cry for what is lost,
For what was,
For what never was,
For what never will be

In the dark is the worst
Thats when the anger fills me
Like molten lead in my veins
Hot and heavy, searing and burning
Weighting my limbs
Making my heart beats pound so loud
And my throat ache to scream

In the dark is the worst
They call it the dark nite of the soul
This is what youve given me
Coldly cancerous, a poison of pain and impotence
Stomach clenching
Wanting to vomit your taint from my body
Purge myself of you

In the dark is the worst
When the ice of this aloneness crystallises in me
When the stars burn frostily in the nite sky
Beautiful and indifferent against the dark
I'm dying
My heart and soul shattered like glass
Naked and bleeding

in the dark...


and another one from the same suite....not quite happy with this one.......i think id term it a work in progress....

I Have a Robot
I have a robot….
She looks just like me
And when they ask, “how are you?”
With that helpless look on their faces
She smiles and reassures them, and makes them OK
And when, in the dark nite time of my soul I scream,
My face in my pillow, lost in despair
Tortured with anger and pain and fear
My robot says “I'm fine, tho my sleep is a little disturbed”
And when my body curls into a ball to protect flesh already bruised
Reflexively folding under the body blows
Of careless words, and jokes,
not meant to wound
But sharper than knives nonetheless,
My robot laughs and smiles, just like me,
So that no one will know that I cower in terror
Afraid of the pain, of the salting of my wounds
And when I hear,
far away in the dark the sound of a little girl sobbing
and the tears for her loss sting my eyes
My robot just says, “I'm moving on”
My robot looks just like me
But she cannot cry
And robot hearts don’t break


:catz:

[Nessa the Dancer]

Okay own up whose been putting funny faces on my poem? Whoever did it can't spell because it's on the wrong place. If no-one owns up I shall send a dragon after all of you.

By the way Catz, I love your poems, haven't you got anything a bit more cheerful though? No? Never mind, they're all wonderfull.

[Catz]

lol lol sorry Nessa....i know theyre a bit downbeatlol
tho theyre not the nastiest ones ive done by any means roflmao roflmao
for some reason i never write about the good things...too busy enjoying them i thinklol
but thank you:cool:
:catz:

[Elentari]

I can't believe it's taken me so long to read this!
Nessa, it's wonderful! Joyful and light-hearted, and it makes me smile!
Great poem! :-)

[Nessa the Dancer]

Thank you.

The dancer in question is a little collie dog. Most of it is observation.

Glad you liked it.