The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, and Tolkien - The One Ring

by **prmiller** » Sat Apr 24, 2004 6:53 am

In the Style of Lewis Carroll... a silly poem, that was fun to write that it may not be lost... The Gringly Gladness of Gobblydegook I would decry to be insane, if that should give one fulsome wit, yet hee-hallee with uffish rhymes if other phonics do not fit. How gringly glad I yearn to be, with tolbish nonsense, though one sees. precision, should one bonkly write, despite my uffish liberties. Gringly Gladness, Parm <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> (Nervous that no Jabberwocks are in sight!)

by **prmiller** » Sat Apr 24, 2004 6:58 am

I am Not Cool, Nor Hot I live and living find that I am not thought cool and wonder why if coolness I do not possess, then why does "Hot" describe me less? Ah tepidity, my friend, where heat dies off and cool things end. Lukewarm am I -- a grievous thought -- for lukewarm things, are neither hot nor are they cool. See there! I rave! A heated fool! Bright blessings, Parm <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>

by **prmiller** » Sun Apr 25, 2004 6:04 pm

Hooray for Oatmeal! The hearty Scots, I'm sure eat lots. I, too, would join their band, to boil my oats, then ride the boats that brave a distant land. So bring a bowl to warm the soul and bring its grainish wealth, for lass and lad indeed are glad, when blessed with bonny health. Bright blessings, McParm <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>

by **prmiller** » Fri Apr 30, 2004 8:09 am

I have come to that time an awkward silence when son and daughter ask the que sera sera question: What will I be? Too quick perhaps, but in that instant I turn declaring: "Loved. You will always be loved." There were hugs-- que sera sera.

by **prmiller** » Wed May 05, 2004 7:15 am

I'm learning what I can
in this new cyber-place
that has a sleeker look
and ways to make a face
be closer to the way I feel
though some I never use.
It feels like I have stumbled in
a new place to peruse!
:shock:

by **EdaintheRanger** » Mon May 17, 2004 3:54 pm

Hi there Parm,

Productive as usual. I like to read your poems, they are usually so light hearted.

The 80ies?

Steel and shiny, I hang there,
In the yuppie filled office,
Five we are suspended,
Swinging from the wires,
Ringing Dinging, back and forth,
The action reaction song,
All the time the telephone rings,
Bimblely, bomblely, bong.

A quick snatch of doggerel, but I was inspired by your Lewis Carroll style poem.

by **prmiller** » Tue May 25, 2004 9:23 am

To Edain!

My thanks for all your kindness.
Your craft with words is great.
Thus in this place of poems
your skill I celebrate.
Come visit and assist me,
but gently, for I fear,
I am not strong as you are
or as you may appear.
The hour that I write this
is well past strokes of twelve,
and I should be a-dreaming
and pillowed visions delve.

Bright blessings, and good night!
Parm

by **Arwenelf** » Tue May 25, 2004 9:52 am

I have been lurking,
And post I do not dare,
Since I have no poem to share.

I hope you keep on working,
sharing poems and feelings
so that you can help us with healing.

Erm...ok, that was a very sad attempt to write a poem:D

Parm- I entered that poem that you helped me with, and changes some of it, into our yearly magazine that students can enter there literature, artwork, ect into and it got in:D Thanks for the help!

by **Hobbituated** » Tue May 25, 2004 9:19 pm

Brightly blessing words
Warm as sunbeams on my soul
Parm's poetic hugs

arigato!

by **Eldfess** » Wed May 26, 2004 12:10 am

something a little less lighthearted

For Twelve Midnight

I close my eyes and feel the fear
The face of death draws ever near
The hope that held my heartache here
Dispenses me a pleasant sneer
Unbidden, risen, comes a tear

I never before dreamed so small
Afraid to stumble while I crawl
Afraid to fear and drop the ball
Afraid to hear the silent call
Unbidden tears begin to fall

I blink my eyes away
From the day
That has for me been made
And I am so afraid.

by **prmiller** » Thu May 27, 2004 4:23 pm

For Arwenelf
Great cheers and songs,
the banners fly
to celebrate your news,
that you are published
and at last
have satisfied your muse.

For Hobbituated
Your wrote, "Arigato!"
and I should write,
"No, I am thanking you."
Kochira kohsoh, we say
that sentiment is true.

For Eldfess
I cannot help but be impressed
by finding in this thread today
a poem written, and its theme
is one that nudges me to pray.
I think of all my midnight rhymes
that have appeared in many threads,
so I am glad another soul
goes where my poet's footstep treads.

Bright blessings to all,
Parm

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by **Eldfess** » Thu May 27, 2004 4:35 pm

bravo Parm! bravo

The Rat

Speak the words as words were meant
And slowly as the muse is lent
Whither and thither as such it goes
But nigh on perfection is never in throws
Standing alone as one often must
We stand for staying or we bust
Never as quiet as when we see
That we must fleeto stand and be
But fleeing never faced so hard
A road to wander as a bard
As when the road led straight to that
Which is the truth of the self, the Rat

by **prmiller** » Sun May 30, 2004 4:30 pm

eldfess
The line:
But nigh on perfection is never in throws

has me perplexed.

Can you help untangled my befuddled brain over this one?

Bright blessings,
Parm

by **Hobbituated** » Sun May 30, 2004 4:56 pm

Kochiro koso
Parm-san wa kanshin desu
Shijin-sensei yo!

Very loose translation:

Just so precisely
I am impressed, Mr. Parm
Master poet WOOT!

My first haiku in Japanese - completely stretching the limit of my language abilities.

by **Eldfess** » Sun May 30, 2004 5:26 pm

prmiller wrote:eldfess
The line:
But nigh on perfection is never in throws

has me perplexed.

Can you help untangled my befuddled brain over this one?

Bright blessings,
Parm

even near perfection is out of reach

by **Hobbituated** » Sun May 30, 2004 5:44 pm

Eldfess: Do you mean "in throws", like "in the midst of"?

by **Eldfess** » Sun May 30, 2004 7:21 pm

not necessarily
more like, within throwing distance, as in close

by **prmiller** » Wed Jun 02, 2004 7:55 am

The reason I ask is that the interesting word "throes" which is an
agonizing struggle, as in "to be in the throes of a dilemma" seems to
give sense to the poem, and has the same pronunciation as "throws".

Words. How much we use them. How much their meanings can elude us.
How much the simple combinations of them can create an image larger
than their sum. Like reading Beowulf and Old English with those
marvellous combinations of words that describe the dawn as "earth-waking" and a sword as a "steel tongue". I am ever in awe of the
majestic wonder of words!

by **EdaintheRanger** » Wed Jun 02, 2004 8:43 am

Eldfess sorry but those lines really don't make any sense. If I may humbly suggest a alternative?

Whither and thither as such it goes
But nigh on perfection is never in throws

Perhaps you could try,

Whither and thither as such it seeks,
But nigh on perfection is never in reach,

Only a half rhyme I fear but that would make sense to me.

Though ultimately it is your poem.

I really must read Beowulf when I get a chance. The Imagery sounds tremendous. Amazing considering how literal the Saxons could be. for example Shield was "War Board" to them.

by **Eldfess** » Sat Jun 05, 2004 1:16 am

parm, I think that i had a combination of throes and throws in my head when i wrote it. truth be told it was a spur of the moment writing in inspiration. lol

Edain, a good suggestion. perhaps....

and Beowulf, though hard to read at first, was beautiful. definitely worth it

by **prmiller** » Sat Jun 05, 2004 2:15 am

For friends within this place
I think of you and smiles appear.
My anxious breath slows down and sighs.
If only all the world could know
this fellowship I highly prize.
Despite the flaws and gaping cracks,
the struggles felt from hour to hour,
we come as poets to this hall,
and find in words a healing power.

by **prmiller** » Sun Jun 06, 2004 7:35 am

The Quiet of Midnight
All rest.
Bills
tests
expenses
rest.
I rejoice
to have
a house
a bed
a family
within
at rest.
Still
fever rises
body purges
eye reddens
sweat stinks
in the quiet of midnight
I fight
restless
illness.

by **Hobbituated** » Sun Jun 06, 2004 9:38 am

Eldfess wrote:parm, I think that i had a combination of throes and throws in my head when i wrote it.

Me too, LOL. Too bad I can't spell.

Parm, hope you are feeling better soon.

by **prmiller** » Tue Jun 22, 2004 4:57 pm

Though I must go, and respite make,
I pray that other souls will take
the mantle worn of being good,
promoting peace and neighborhood.
When autumn mists flow over fjords
I shall return to pace the boards.
My verse, my stories post once more,
but now, I leave...and close the door.

Bright blessings...
see you in September!
Parm

by **EdaintheRanger** » Fri Jun 25, 2004 3:20 pm

Peace levity and bright blue skies,
no need for the wheres and whys,
Leisure action and bright green leaves,
through doing, our sins shrieved,
Rest then friend in the orange sun,
till the summer for Parm is done,
Waiting, pondering, crinkly russet drifts,
ones' words a furrowed mind lifts,

Have a great summer break dear Parm.

by **LadyAshley** » Tue Jun 29, 2004 6:59 pm

Wow. Parm is a great poet. Totally cool poems.

by **prmiller** » Sun Jul 04, 2004 8:25 pm

These poems that engender joy
come like a song the seas can bring,
on winds and in the creaking boughs,
with birds and whales and brooks that sing.
They rise when sorrows hammer hard
when pain, like thorns, pierce soulish deep,
and in the watches of the night,
they comes as dreams while granted sleep.
May what you read bring kindred joy
and keep alive poetic song,
for here is where my heart finds home
and where I come from journeys long.

Bright blessings,
Parm

by **prmiller** » Fri Aug 27, 2004 2:08 am

The Hearth is Warmed Again
Fresh logs are borne into the hall
where songs and tales once rang out clear.
The flint and tinder clap with joy
to warm this hall, so friends draw near.
Duets of flames jig down the logs
and sing so others might join in,
new banners drape on chilly walls,
and roasts are put on spits to spin.
New meads and wines are deftly mulled,
while springs of water, cleansed, now flow.
Come see! The hearth is warmed again,
tall candles add a kindly glow.
With piping squeaks, the door swings wide
Inviting troubadours inside.
Piney boughs, the beams festoon:
Each thing declares: Parm's coming soon.

by **Wynken21** » Mon Aug 30, 2004 12:30 pm

Change coming slowly
if it comes at all
like a soft summer breeze
refrehing, but unseen
passing through time
on invisible wings
bringing such change
through window and hall
the great stories of the past
a treasue to hold
then look towards the future
whenever they're told
words- a gift for all to embrace
come flooding through time
cannot be erased

Just a quick thought. I have never posted here before, but I am looking for a poetry site....have I come to the right place? Or any suggestions? I have been off TORC for awhile. I did write in Rhwen and others write, but I can't find it

by **prmiller** » Tue Aug 31, 2004 2:50 pm

Your poetic words -- a gift for all to embrace

Wynken21 wrote:

Just a quick thought. I have never posted here before, but I am looking for a poetry site....have I come to the right place? Or any suggestions? I have been off TORC for awhile. I did write in Rhwen and others write, but I can't find it

I am touched that you would choose to bring your poem here.
Rwhen, I think, could trust me to treat your poetic heart with both
care and candor.

Your poem has many pleasing elements.

You write: "a treasure to hold", a worthy thought indeed, when we speak
of treasure; however, you have previously written about "summer breezes" and which cannot really be touched. One finds onesself
with one of those dreadfully nasty things called "a mixed metaphor",
or one can find other ways of cherishing the spirit of adventure
rather than "holding" it.

So, aside from some editing concerns, which I am sure you can
go back to, with the "edit" feature , something we have all come to love
when we find a spelling mistake or a word missing, you have the
makings of an enjoyable piece of poetry.

Some one told me this year to start saving the ones I write as a legacy
for my family. I would encourage you to do the same.

Bright blessings,
Parm

I am no expert, clear to tell,
though poems come as sure as breath,
I hope my words will be of help,
and not be ones that scare to death.

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