Poetry competition CLOSED 16th August 2012 6:03pm
WINNER
PierreTheMad
PierreTheMad
RUNNERS-UP:
Kou_Indigo
and stormz_of_fire
Page:
"You shall not pass!"
I will not go out
into your 'real world.'
Not today
Today I shall read and write
And maybe bake a batch of cookies.
Or two.
Of course, I'll need to make some tea as well.
Maybe I'll go for a walk
or do a little gardening.
Life is peace.
Life is quiet.
Life is calm
and joy and love.
At least,
it is in the Shire
And it is for me.
into your 'real world.'
Not today
Today I shall read and write
And maybe bake a batch of cookies.
Or two.
Of course, I'll need to make some tea as well.
Maybe I'll go for a walk
or do a little gardening.
Life is peace.
Life is quiet.
Life is calm
and joy and love.
At least,
it is in the Shire
And it is for me.
The Black King
Welcome travelers to the land of Dorwinion
I am a bard and tales are my dominion
Away with your money for they are at no fee
Just sit a while and listen to me
I tell the tale of a wicked man
Who wore an evil ring upon his hand
Seduced by greed of power was he
Doomed as a wraith for eternity
A warrior-lord with a cold, cruel heart
An evil master of the black arts
His name was feared both near and far
The dreaded Witch King of Angmar
Under the hooves of his black maned horse
Men were trampled without remorse
His glowing eyes filled men with dread
His horrid weapons stained blood-red
The Witch King rode across the land
Then a warrior approached with sword in hand
The dark lord laughed beneath his Iron Crown
And said "No living man may strike me down!"
"No living man am I," she said
And removed the helm which covered her head
The warrior's words rang true and clear
And filled the King's black heart with fear
The Witch King raised his deadly blade
Fully prepared to slay the maid
Both with fear and courage she swung
Then the Witch King's death toll rung
The dark lord's figure fell to the ground
Unmoving lay the Iron Crown
Though the sword was in a quivering hand
One true strike brought peace to the land
If he had not been greedy and accepted the ring
He may have been a benevolent king
So heed these words I impart to thee:
"Absolute power corrupts absolutely."
Welcome travelers to the land of Dorwinion
I am a bard and tales are my dominion
Away with your money for they are at no fee
Just sit a while and listen to me
I tell the tale of a wicked man
Who wore an evil ring upon his hand
Seduced by greed of power was he
Doomed as a wraith for eternity
A warrior-lord with a cold, cruel heart
An evil master of the black arts
His name was feared both near and far
The dreaded Witch King of Angmar
Under the hooves of his black maned horse
Men were trampled without remorse
His glowing eyes filled men with dread
His horrid weapons stained blood-red
The Witch King rode across the land
Then a warrior approached with sword in hand
The dark lord laughed beneath his Iron Crown
And said "No living man may strike me down!"
"No living man am I," she said
And removed the helm which covered her head
The warrior's words rang true and clear
And filled the King's black heart with fear
The Witch King raised his deadly blade
Fully prepared to slay the maid
Both with fear and courage she swung
Then the Witch King's death toll rung
The dark lord's figure fell to the ground
Unmoving lay the Iron Crown
Though the sword was in a quivering hand
One true strike brought peace to the land
If he had not been greedy and accepted the ring
He may have been a benevolent king
So heed these words I impart to thee:
"Absolute power corrupts absolutely."
- The Lord of Gifts -
A Tribute to Sauron, from The Lord of the Rings
The beauty that was in the androgynous one’s heart…
Was beyond that even of the elves, and shone bright!
Like the gods themselves, and containing every part…
Of what is fair in men and women, best of every light.
Had Annatar’s heart not burned in wrath unyielding…
There is no end to the good that he could have done.
But he followed the path of his master, never heeding!
And by the power of darkness, his beauty was gone.
No more the hair that hung in tresses softer than silk,
Nor those lips: as red as the glow from Mount Doom.
Or eyes the color of the azure sky; skin white as milk!
All that had vanished, replaced with a terrible gloom.
So few knew him, before he became the Dark Lord,
Who could in later ages tell of what they could recall.
But of they who had heard his soft voice, its’ word…
Before it became harsh and guttural after his cruel fall,
Little is written: by the scribes of noble elves and men!
So I shall speak for Annatar as I dare utter that name,
Which the councils of the wise, would bold condemn.
Not all who stood before him, burned from his flame!
Some were inspired, to pen darkest poetry and song.
The pride of goblin queens, who delighted in verse…
Set to fell music, amidst the clanging, of many a gong,
Before the War of the Ring took a turn for the worse.
Sauron some called him, and he encouraged this well,
Once beautiful Annatar, and before that older titles…
Robbed of his glory, he came to live in Mordor’s hell.
Whilst people fought wars, over his gifts, those trifles!
The Lord of Gifts, they named him, with much praise,
Before they cursed him with every fiber of their being.
His power ensnared many, and not just by evil ways!
The truth is never simple, when the eye is ever seeing.
In the end his power was broken as he faded entire…
Ushering in another age through the act of his passing,
When his ring was cast back into Mount Doom’s fire.
Annatar was no more, but his legend was everlasting!
Ask not how I came to know the whole of this lore…
Some tales cannot be told lest all secrets be revealed!
Call me the Dark Lady, and ask of me not any more.
I have told this tale, and now, my lips must be sealed!
A Tribute to Sauron, from The Lord of the Rings
The beauty that was in the androgynous one’s heart…
Was beyond that even of the elves, and shone bright!
Like the gods themselves, and containing every part…
Of what is fair in men and women, best of every light.
Had Annatar’s heart not burned in wrath unyielding…
There is no end to the good that he could have done.
But he followed the path of his master, never heeding!
And by the power of darkness, his beauty was gone.
No more the hair that hung in tresses softer than silk,
Nor those lips: as red as the glow from Mount Doom.
Or eyes the color of the azure sky; skin white as milk!
All that had vanished, replaced with a terrible gloom.
So few knew him, before he became the Dark Lord,
Who could in later ages tell of what they could recall.
But of they who had heard his soft voice, its’ word…
Before it became harsh and guttural after his cruel fall,
Little is written: by the scribes of noble elves and men!
So I shall speak for Annatar as I dare utter that name,
Which the councils of the wise, would bold condemn.
Not all who stood before him, burned from his flame!
Some were inspired, to pen darkest poetry and song.
The pride of goblin queens, who delighted in verse…
Set to fell music, amidst the clanging, of many a gong,
Before the War of the Ring took a turn for the worse.
Sauron some called him, and he encouraged this well,
Once beautiful Annatar, and before that older titles…
Robbed of his glory, he came to live in Mordor’s hell.
Whilst people fought wars, over his gifts, those trifles!
The Lord of Gifts, they named him, with much praise,
Before they cursed him with every fiber of their being.
His power ensnared many, and not just by evil ways!
The truth is never simple, when the eye is ever seeing.
In the end his power was broken as he faded entire…
Ushering in another age through the act of his passing,
When his ring was cast back into Mount Doom’s fire.
Annatar was no more, but his legend was everlasting!
Ask not how I came to know the whole of this lore…
Some tales cannot be told lest all secrets be revealed!
Call me the Dark Lady, and ask of me not any more.
I have told this tale, and now, my lips must be sealed!
No thanks, anything fanfiction, Tolkien related, will not measure up, and it will give the fans a false sense of security in the very idea of something new from Tolkien. Besides it will be disrespectful to my hero. Instead I can only hope to use my only world, and fiction to build high. No one can write like Tolkien, and I find it counter productive to even try. So I learn from him instead by reverse engineering his lifelong work. Anyways have fun guys but forgive me if I sneer slightly, I'm a little selfish with Tolkien. He is my teacher, and hero, even in death.
MrE said:No thanks, anything fanfiction, Tolkien related, will not measure up, and it will give the fans a false sense of security in the very idea of something new from Tolkien. Besides it will be disrespectful to my hero. Instead I can only hope to use my only world, and fiction to build high. No one can write like Tolkien, and I find it counter productive to even try. So I learn from him instead by reverse engineering his lifelong work. Anyways have fun guys but forgive me if I sneer slightly, I'm a little selfish with Tolkien. He is my teacher, and hero, even in death.
In short, you're kind of an elitist ass. I'm so glad you're so far up a writer's ass that you can't even manage a tribute. Really, thank you for posting a short summation on why you look down on those of us he has also inspired. I don't think I could have gone on with my life without hearing your rant on a COMPETITION thread. Thank you so much, red spaghetti Tolkien-fan person.
In short, you're kind of an elitist ass. I'm so glad you're so far up a writer's ass that you can't even manage a tribute. Really, thank you for posting a short summation on why you look down on those of us he has also inspired. I don't think I could have gone on with my life without hearing your rant on a COMPETITION thread. Thank you so much, red spaghetti Tolkien-fan person.
Anonymous
“Lesson of The Balrog”
http://www.fohguild.org/forums/attachments/millies-book-house/47450d1186397783-gandalf-vs-balrog-gandalf_et_le_balrog2.jpg
Deep in the Mines of Moria,
the Balrog’s rug was
pulled out from under,
he was going to stay, but,
Gandalf had a different idea.
All at once, things became asunder,
both fell into the abyss, almost kissing as they
entered the blackness far below.
The capable guide seemed gone for good.
Though the answers were not readily known,
questions continued to bother them, made them feel low,
the party carried on forlorn into a greater unknown,
believing they had to pay, there is a reason for everything, a belief that
Gandalf would later return with even a higher purpose, to finally win the day.
‘Twas their faith that gave them victory, etched their treacherous story in Middle Earth history.
http://www.fohguild.org/forums/attachments/millies-book-house/47450d1186397783-gandalf-vs-balrog-gandalf_et_le_balrog2.jpg
Deep in the Mines of Moria,
the Balrog’s rug was
pulled out from under,
he was going to stay, but,
Gandalf had a different idea.
All at once, things became asunder,
both fell into the abyss, almost kissing as they
entered the blackness far below.
The capable guide seemed gone for good.
Though the answers were not readily known,
questions continued to bother them, made them feel low,
the party carried on forlorn into a greater unknown,
believing they had to pay, there is a reason for everything, a belief that
Gandalf would later return with even a higher purpose, to finally win the day.
‘Twas their faith that gave them victory, etched their treacherous story in Middle Earth history.
Anonymous
I am with you Pierre.
Strider
Strider
Well said indeed, Pierre! This is a fun contest and we do not need elitist morons coming in and mucking things up for the rest of us. By the way, your poem rocks! As does Strider's. River's poem is very cute and sweet, also, and really captures the simple life of the Shire.
PierreTheMad said:[quote-117145-MrE]No thanks, anything fanfiction, Tolkien related, will not measure up, and it will give the fans a false sense of security in the very idea of something new from Tolkien. Besides it will be disrespectful to my hero. Instead I can only hope to use my only world, and fiction to build high. No one can write like Tolkien, and I find it counter productive to even try. So I learn from him instead by reverse engineering his lifelong work. Anyways have fun guys but forgive me if I sneer slightly, I'm a little selfish with Tolkien. He is my teacher, and hero, even in death.
In short, you're kind of an elitist ass. I'm so glad you're so far up a writer's ass that you can't even manage a tribute. Really, thank you for posting a short summation on why you look down on those of us he has also inspired. I don't think I could have gone on with my life without hearing your rant on a COMPETITION thread. Thank you so much, red spaghetti Tolkien-fan person.[/quote]
Yeah, okay even I admit that was stupid. What was I thinking? O.O Today is a new day, so umm yeah. My apologizes. Seriously what in the world was I thinking?
In short, you're kind of an elitist ass. I'm so glad you're so far up a writer's ass that you can't even manage a tribute. Really, thank you for posting a short summation on why you look down on those of us he has also inspired. I don't think I could have gone on with my life without hearing your rant on a COMPETITION thread. Thank you so much, red spaghetti Tolkien-fan person.[/quote]
Yeah, okay even I admit that was stupid. What was I thinking? O.O Today is a new day, so umm yeah. My apologizes. Seriously what in the world was I thinking?
MrE said:
Yeah, okay even I admit that was stupid. What was I thinking? O.O Today is a new day, so umm yeah. My apologizes. Seriously what in the world was I thinking?
Thank you for realizing it was out of line. Maybe I came on a little strong but I am glad you took it in stride.
Also, thank you, Kayla, for choosing my entry to win. I am grateful.
Yeah, okay even I admit that was stupid. What was I thinking? O.O Today is a new day, so umm yeah. My apologizes. Seriously what in the world was I thinking?
Thank you for realizing it was out of line. Maybe I came on a little strong but I am glad you took it in stride.
Also, thank you, Kayla, for choosing my entry to win. I am grateful.
