Poetry with Parm

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Postby prmiller » Thu Jan 14, 2010 7:31 pm

A Lament on the Ents

You are so few, kind keepers of the oaks,
the alder and the ash, you shepherds of the trees,
while I, made far too busy with those folks
who spend less time with elms, preferring bees,
have found I cannot hear your music now,
for you are gone from bamboo groves I tread.
I do not see their broad and barkish brow,
I have become as deaf as stone is dead.
Though you may call to me, I greatly fear,
your music will be lost in taxis din,
yet sometimes I believe I truly hear
among the pines I love, some song begin.

Blessings,
Parm :)
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Postby Dimamarthiel » Sat Mar 06, 2010 4:26 pm

Pain, trials and tribulations this world doles out,
And even though we plead and cry, endure we must.
But the love of our family is what we can count on,
And also the spirit of friends from a world long gone.

Though you may not hear their singing now,
The voices of the Eldar are still around you.
Just stop and listen over the everyday din,
Raise your eyes to the sky and lift up your chin.

Let the beauty that lies unseen beneath the dark,
Encase you softly within its shining light.
Let it take you again to that faraway place,
And let the sun shine full upon your weary face.


"How is Firefly?"
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Postby prmiller » Wed Mar 10, 2010 8:51 pm

Dimamarthiel wrote:Pain, trials and tribulations this world doles out,
And even though we plead and cry, endure we must.
But the love of our family is what we can count on,
And also the spirit of friends from a world long gone.

Though you may not hear their singing now,
The voices of the Eldar are still around you.
Just stop and listen over the everyday din,
Raise your eyes to the sky and lift up your chin.

Let the beauty that lies unseen beneath the dark,
Encase you softly within its shining light.
Let it take you again to that faraway place,
And let the sun shine full upon your weary face.


"How is Firefly?"


With Tears, Rejoicing
Our Little Firefly has wings
that helps her find all sorts of things
that keeps her smile as bright as light
while pain on pain she learns to fight.
She smiles, though wrinkles crease her brow,
she knows when she must stop and bow,
to leave a game when she is tired,
and we, to friends say: "She's retired."
She comes and goes with singing voice
and that is why we do rejoice,
for music's seed has found rich soil,
which teachers nurture with much toil.
Her songs at night touch heaven's star,
which none of you hear where you are,
but we know well, Who stops to hear,
and He, like us, may have a tear.
She lives and brings us much delight
Our Firefly, who much must fight.

From Daddy Parm,
who understands the price
of art :)
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Postby Vanaladiel » Fri Mar 12, 2010 8:32 pm

I wish that we could hear her sing. It sounds like she must have some voice with which to express the joys of her heart and the love there in. :hug:

Firefly we miss you darling!! :hug:s from Your Auntie Vana and Your Uncle Ryan in the States!!!
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Postby prmiller » Sat Mar 13, 2010 8:05 am

Will Thank You Do?

You bring embracings like the stars
swath noble Jupiter and Mars,
you touch our hearts with simple things,
like crocuses announcing springs.
I yearn for rainbow skies to bless
such friends like you, but give you less,
that treasure troves will be unearthed
for all the kindnesses you've birthed.
I am top-full with gladness, too,
and wonder, will a "Thank you" do?

You bring delight, despite your pain,
and come again, again, again,
to write some gentle, dove-like thought,
that sword-like, cuts that Gordian knot,
of crushing grief, and black-hole dark.
Up, up you fly, and like that lark
which bravely flies above our strife,
you sing of love and hope and life.
Hence all these words, for friendship true,
and hope my simple "Thanks" shall do.

Blessings,
Parm :)
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Postby prmiller » Tue Mar 23, 2010 5:37 pm

Enjoying Shire Things

A quiet place to sit with friends,
conversing over friendly food,
enjoying banter, jokes, and jests,
but wary lest they sting as rude;
a walk where trees full-leafed or no
disperse some gentle healing balm,
or walks along a river bank,
where coolness breathes a resting calm;
wrist-deep in soil with growing things,
I, like a whale, midst flowered seas,
dive deep into the colored joy,
or swim among the ice-green trees;
these are the pleasures roused by thoughts
of pondering on Shire things,
to plant my blooms and party tree
where life is grey and needs more springs.

Blessings,
Parm :)
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Postby prmiller » Thu Apr 08, 2010 3:01 pm

In Gondor, Now that Spring is Here

In Gondor, now that spring is here,
where crocuses through snow appear,
when floral fragrances embrace,
the thawing smiles of face on face,
the grass that greens the Noble Tree,
and spreads, a vast and verdant sea,
spreads out to Rohan's distant plain;
vitality is seen again.
The drear of winter breaks apart,
the river sings with snow-rich heart,
cavorting on to melting shores,
then out to calming seas it pours.
Ah, Gondor, white, a noble scene,
now grander swathed in Arda's green.

Blessings,
Parm :)
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Postby prmiller » Wed May 19, 2010 10:28 pm

Waiting for Tom Bombadil

Where is that cheerful singing soul
now that my days are grim?
Come Tom, and sing my wights away,
and sing some Eru hymn.

Where is that joy-incarnate man,
who sends all shadows hence;
who sets a hedge of gladness round,
a heart-protecting fence?

Where is the merry, dancing friend
of those who find his lands?
Oh, Tom! I long to hear your voice
and take your helping hands.

The nightingale, the lark, the thrush,
the brook, the wind give voice.
Was that you, Tom? Did you stop by,
that I might now rejoice?

Blessings,
Parm :)
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Postby prmiller » Mon Aug 30, 2010 9:27 am

Are There Not Some Like Faramir

Their fathers judged them overmuch,
and if not fathers, father-lords,
who measured hearts, with icy touch,
today, by sports, back then by swords.
These wounded hearts may find their way
into this world of war and death,
where Hobbits are sent far away,
and evil lives with blackest breath.
Then in steps Faramir, that son,
who wins a battle most men lost,
a Ring, by which souls are undone,
is set aside, but with a cost.
For when his father learns of this,
Nabal-like rage pours poison-hot,
that son, whose heart, like Imladris,
is battered, too, in Sauron's plot...
until a healing King appears,
and herb and breath more than restores,
leached from his heart are many fears,
and from his heart, love swelling, pours
to touch another droughted heart,
who seeks love from a noble soul.
No ointment made of herbal art,
can make that Rohan daughter whole,
But in one moment, Faramir,
and Eowyn, a royal heir,
discover as dawns gifts appear
a greater gift fill up the air.
Out from this story, such I bring,
to show those boys and girls that they,
are precious to another King,
who gave much more one shadowed day.
While others have perhaps despised
the gifts they saw, and did not need,
a King, whose love, not undisguised,
will value them, and meet each need.
Did Tolkien know of such a lord?
Did he envision what I see?
Perhaps he did, and saw restored,
the King, the Land, and yes, the Tree.

Blessings,
Parm :)
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Postby prmiller » Wed Sep 01, 2010 8:11 am

Dancing with Tom

Skip with me,
merrily,
Tom, in your yellow;
I would be
fancy free,
one cheery fellow.
I rejoice
when your voice,
breaks shades with singing,
Thus by choice,
I rejoice.
Friends I am bringing.
Then shall we
dance freely,
untouched by hours;
Bombadil,
work your will,
show us your powers.

Blessings,
Parm :)
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Postby prmiller » Thu Sep 02, 2010 7:37 am

My Eärendil

Whatever name enwraps that star
which shines tonight through wispy cloud,
it is my Eärendil here,
the adamant on evening's shroud,
the clasping pin the night lord wears,
as he bestrides the earth full-cloaked,
sometimes to wrap us in his warmth,
or shake off rain and fields are soaked.
O jewel that distracts my eyes
as I, once focussed, traverse home,
gaze up to breathe your beauty in,
dear faithful light for we who roam.
Soon I shall rest my work-worn head
but briefly glimpse you, shining still,
I sigh, contented, poised to dream
how you with joy my heart shall fill.

Blessings,
Parm :)
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Postby prmiller » Sun Sep 05, 2010 5:44 am

Loyal to the King

I do not wear the livery
of ebon field with tree and stars,
nor ride a steed in chivalry,
but I have battle wounds and scars.
No staff, bear I, nor palantir,
my feet are shod with hardy heels,
I am not tall, nor elven-eared
but ah, my soul for this world feels.
I come and go within this place,
silver-cloaked and swift to sing,
for while I am not with the great,
my soul is loyal to our King.

I am called Parm of Imladris,
a child born from the darkest shame,
cast out in hopes that orcs might feed,
but saved by Elves of highest fame.
The Valar, with profoundest grace,
infused me with a gift quite rare,
that though the years pass swiftly on,
my strength remains, but so does care.
My task is simple: spread good cheer.
Thus to good folk that gift I bring.
You shall discover, should you press,
that I am loyal to our King.

Though years have passed and sorrows fell,
my wife, my children, all have left,
the Valar have drawn back their grace,
and I grow older, not bereft.
New powers given, but their use
will age my body more and more,
thus with discretion, all is used,
for that is what such wisdom's for.
Look for me coming here and there,
a lark made glad that he may sing,
who seeks out welcome hearths to rest,
still ever loyal to the King.

Blessings,
Parm :)
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Postby prmiller » Mon Sep 06, 2010 4:31 pm

Hooray for Great Big Tubs

One afternoon,
I wandered to
a wayside inn --
and hoped to do
a little tour:
see swords and clubs,
the helms and shields,
but I saw tubs!
Such great big things,
for splashing songs
with soothing foam,
where rest belongs.
So to my room
I swiftly sped,
removed my pack,
and achings shed.
With heat and soap
my limbs to rub,
I plunged into
that splendid tub!
What bliss, What joy!
And thus this rhyme!
Rejoicing in
some bathing time!

Blessings,
Parm :)
(In homage to all those inns we travel to
in Middle Earth, that have more than
just ale.)
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Postby prmiller » Sat Jan 08, 2011 11:20 pm

Entering Book Three

Dear students, who have ventured here,
as we walk through another year,
and winter term begins, we see
the ending of The Trilogy.
We soon shall swiftly comprehend
how good shall triumph in the end,
but not without some sacrifice,
deceit, despair, and bad advice.
Romance shall bloom, old friends shall meet,
and haughty foes embrace defeat.
Alliances, unbidden, form,
to help the weary face the storm.
There shall be action scenes galore,
till you give up, not wanting more.
At last, with tears, good friends shall part,
and we shall watch new eras start.
All this, dear students, shall be yours,
when you pass through my classroom doors.

Blessings, :)
Parm aka
Mr. Miller the English Teacher
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Postby prmiller » Mon Feb 07, 2011 7:58 am

Farewell

Namarie to pupils all,
for you must travel on while I
stay back and tend to hearth and hall,
and watch you take to sea and sky.

Farewell to students, taller now,
than when we first met years ago;
you now stand proudly in the bow,
with gulls above and whales below.

Godspeed you on your youthful dreams,
while I watch, wistful, on the shore,
creating songs from years of themes,
then add your name to lays of lore.

Goodbye, and please think well of me,
that teacher who taught you to fly;
dance on those winds to far-off realms,
and sing to me from azure sky.

Blessings to my graduating students,
Your English teacher,
Mr. Miller aka "Parm"
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Postby Old_Begonia » Thu Feb 24, 2011 10:26 pm

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soli Deo gloria
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Postby Old_Begonia » Thu Feb 24, 2011 11:08 pm

For Parm
I still think of you, you know,
when down the street I go,
to where the shrubberies are,
with flowers like the Star.
“Dear Lord, bless Parm today,
though night has come his way,
give him wisdom in his rest
to go and come and live with zest.
Remind him when he wakes, our goal
is to see You glorified, tho’ Satan stole
his peace for a while. Yet all we do
we do for You.”

Bright blessings indeed, my friend.
"And it is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance else that is in this Earth; and many of the Children of Ilúvatar hearken still unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen."

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Postby prmiller » Sat Feb 26, 2011 6:59 am

There is a Faithful Friend

We, Mrs. Parm and I,
read through your words
and this reply
spontaneous, unbidden rose,
"There is a faithful friend!"
Suppose
some circumstance kept you from here
and all intents to bring some cheer
were circumvented?
That did not happen
for your gift
did more than soothe,
and spirit lift
it showed what one cannot pretend
that in you is a faithful friend.
Indeed my heart
knows woundings
well,
knows where Gehennas
smoulder,
smell,
choke out
aromas
heaven meant to freshen hearts
all labour-spent,
yet through those seething, savage fumes
come stronger,
healing
love perfumes
which show me grace that does not end
from one
who is
a faithful friend.

Blessings to Old Begonia,
Parm :)

...who will not stop living
soli Deo gloria.
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Postby elengil » Sun Mar 13, 2011 11:42 am

My hopes and my prayers are with you and your family, and all who are suffering now.
My heart aches for the tragedy that yet continues to threaten even more and more.


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Postby prmiller » Mon Apr 11, 2011 8:37 am

elengil wrote:My hopes and my prayers are with you and your family, and all who are suffering now.
My heart aches for the tragedy that yet continues to threaten even more and more.


:cry2:


What does assail us more and more
is numbness in beleaguered hearts
we see the waves approach our shore
and fears erupt and panic starts,
yet whispers wash upon the sand;
a heavy truck, or forceful wind,
sets walls to shake -- like some command,
we run for shelter, then chagrined
to find that all is still and safe,
our nerves are more than raw or bruised,
much more than knees skinned hard and chafed,
we know of nations quake-abused,
yet energy to start once more,
initiative that says, "Rebuild",
seem only flickers of a flame
in candles melting wax has filled.
So many friends have friends of friends
who know of names forever lost:
this is the grief that never ends...
I understand salvation's cost.
Thus with that strength that heaven gives,
and with that hope embracing pain,
with love that comes from He Who Lives,
we sow in hearts the Good News grain.

Blessings,
Parm :)
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Postby Old_Begonia » Tue May 17, 2011 6:24 pm

Following on from the previous post this seems frivolous. But I await the news of exactly when I will be leaving my current employer and, timing being everything, I drum my fingers in anticipation of information.

Tick the tock
Watching the clock
48 hours
and hey!

I’ll know by then
The what and the when
I just wish
I knew it
today!
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Postby A_Simple_Poet » Sun Sep 18, 2011 3:03 pm

I am no Grail Knight so bold or true

I'm more like the craven sage

Boiling my bowels with regret and rage

Over an evil, misspent youth




Such feelings are commonplace

But Grail Knights are so exciting

Adept with honor and fighting

And I must quail my unworthy face




My heart is sick, my morals black

Like a sinister Witch King

With bold dreams of conquering

After all my innocence has slacked




Now in my life's twilight, I ponder

If I had chosen a Grail Knight's path

Would I be spared Hell's eternal wrath

I wonder. How hopelessly I wonder.
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Postby prmiller » Wed Oct 26, 2011 7:46 pm

In Poems I Am

Some find that the hammer defines them,
they create from found lumber and nails,
some tease from the ground an abundance
that fills up a legion of pails.
In poems, I am what lies in me,
I cannot disguise how they flow.
I hammer my nouns with the verbs that I find
enjoying the structures that grow.
The world, full of words, fascinates me,
even numbers need names to exist,
yet despite how in texting, words shorten,
the need to write out will persist.
I may not be found among giants,
a laureate may pass me by,
but my poems shall always define me,
they are what I am, till I die.

Blessings,
Parm :)
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Postby prmiller » Tue Dec 20, 2011 12:03 am

In Middle-Earth At Foreyule Time

The year for all Hobbits is ending,
the snows may be deep where they dwell,
milk will come frozen in buckets,
and ice will fill in ev'ry well.
I would like to think that this season
is marked by much mirth and delight,
that Hobbit folk gather together
and sing through the long winter's night.
Perhaps there may be extra mathoms;
perhaps there may be games and feasts,
perhaps there may be special stories
of great men and spine-chilling beasts!
What fun to imagine the wonders
in Middle-Earth as this year's end;
but I am most glad for my own world,
and for those on TORC I call, "friend."

Blessings,
Parm :)
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Postby Vanaladiel » Wed Dec 21, 2011 11:27 pm

I absolutely love your imagery in this poem hon!!! I feel as if there is a party going on and the hobbits are all gathered and singing and drinking to fend off the winter chill!!! :hug: :drink:
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Postby prmiller » Thu Dec 22, 2011 6:39 pm

Vanaladiel wrote:I absolutely love your imagery in this poem hon!!! I feel as if there is a party going on and the hobbits are all gathered and singing and drinking to fend off the winter chill!!! :hug: :drink:


I am always happiest when poems do two things -- inspire imagination
and delight a reader...even if it causes a melancholic reflection.

The Tale of the Misplaced Mathom

There once were two gifts given one fateful day
but one was not meant to be given away,
yet both ended up in the big yuletide sack,
that was merrily borne on a strong Hobbit's back.

The first was a ring, a most wonderful ring,
with a bright, shining stone unlike any grand thing.
With pictures engraved on its gold graceful round,
that was crafted by dwarfs with a skill most profound

The second wrapped gift was a small piper's toy,
to be used by a Hobbitish girl or a boy,
to join with the harpers, so skilled with their strings,
and for any brave bardling who stands up and sings.

The ring was the hope of a kind, gentle heart,
to woo a beloved through its shining art;
the pipe was but whimsy, well-made out of clay,
to be used for amusement for some festive day.

The mathoms presented to rev'llers who came,
possessed little merit, importance, or fame;
but when that first gift glinted in Hobbit eyes,
there were gasps of great wonder and looks of surprise.

For the one who was chosen to open this box,
had brown-dainty curls in her flower-flecked locks.
Then she looked with amazement and peered 'cross the room,
to a shy Hobbit blushing, expecting some doom.

Her nephew, who sat by her lap, caught her glance,
and in that hushed moment, had opened, by chance,
the earthen-ware pipe, and hoped for some fun,
but his aunt gave a smile like the rays of the sun.

She asked for the pipe with the kindest intent,
saying she would return it and would not relent,
then she played out a tune, that most there recognized,
a bright wedding song: now the lad was surprised!

Thus "The Ring and the Pipe", a belov'd wedding lay,
is now sung by minstrels from that festive day;
that mathoms, though humble, can do splendid things,
and that is the story that this ministrel sings.

Blessings,
Parm :)
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Postby prmiller » Sat Dec 24, 2011 11:08 am

This Awesome Time

All you who step into this place,
some wreathed in smiles that bless your face,
some burdened by your daily cares,
some struck by sorrow unawares,
some dancing with unbridled joy,
some sighing at their grim employ,
come sit awhile and by this rhyme,
enjoy this truly awesome time.
This time where something great and grand
lifts up the cold, forgotten hand,
and places in it, like a rope,
a lifeline to some bright new hope;
this time when we can celebrate
the good in here we helped create,
the whismy, laughter, healing cheer,
such hugs! A place to shed a tear.
All these are heightened by this time,
though darkened, often, by that crime
that seeks to steal our joy away--
but Night shall yield to Endless Day.
So come and join our carolling,
and let your soul rejoice and sing.
Oh, come and pull that festive cork,
and toast to awesomeness at TORC!


A Happy Christmas to you All,
Each thread, each guild, each noble hall,
May each one have a solid reason,
to celebrate this splendid season!

Blessings,
Parm :)
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Postby Vanaladiel » Thu Feb 16, 2012 3:05 pm

Where is the voice of reason
where is the comfort we seek
where is the man who is a dear friend
not some ridiculous geek

He is our PARM everlasting
our dearest of friends here at TORC
we miss when we dont see his poetry
I dont want some beef or pork

I want to read his words of wisdom
his works of comfort and wit
where is the man that we cherish
I haven't seen him in a bit!!

Miss you sweetie!!

I know that was a bit of a silly poem and that it did not really make much sense for I miss you and hope that I see you post again soon!!! :hug:s to the family PARM!!
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~*Sister of the Twilight*~
~*Daughter of the Moon*~

Inyë melmëlyë my love, for you are the melody to which I now dance!!

Bearer of "Elen~Uial"
The Moon Ring of the Twilight Star

Bard of the land of Eryn Lasgalen

Mithril Knight of Lore
Mithril Knight of Eryn Lasgalen

Lifetime Award 2010

Always in our memories, vison :rose:, Alex :rose:, Rowanberry :rose: and Watcher :rose:! Our world is a little dimmer without your smiles!

A tribute to Cynthia 11/14/2005 :rose:

For my dad who now resides with the Lord! :rose: 05/11/16 I love you daddy and will see you again someday in Glory!

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Postby prmiller » Sat Mar 17, 2012 9:34 pm

The Lesson

How innocent the rain drops called responsibility!
They gather with increasing speed and surreptitiously,
they gather into rivulets, to brooks, and creeks, then streams,
then into mighty rivers than can burst a levee's seams.
They rage with stunning power and I wonder how this gift,
these waters of necessity, has set my life adrift.
I had been treading eagerly to find a bank or shoal,
where I could rest a bit and breathe, and take stock of the whole,
to see how I can navigate the courses flowing past,
to set out on new waterways on which I have been cast.
How subtle were those little drops, that gathered with such speed,
but I am now more water-wise, I now know what I need,
and with my sturdy boat and oars, my tackle and my sail,
the rushing river can abate, no currents shall prevail,
the stream hush into creek, and brook, the rivulet be still,
but I am much more readied now, should droplets fall and fill.

Learning new ways...again,
Blessings,
Parm :)

Life can really sneak up on you, can't it?
;)
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Be Careful, Then

Postby prmiller » Sat Mar 17, 2012 9:35 pm

Look well to the mirrors
from side to side
that tell you
you are going to take out the side mirror, guy
and ignoring them
do.
Snap
Crackle
Tinkle.
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