Lord of the North 10 Posted July 26, 2008 Share Posted July 26, 2008 We have seen Tomi's and Telari"s artwork posted so I was wondering where are the poets and song writers? To start I shall give you one of my poems. Feel free to critique. The Sleeping Giant it lies there at one time it was smaller and weaker if you had walked on it's back in it's youth it would have opened up and swallowed you whole Now that it has grown bigger and stronger it is now safer to travel across it's back still you know you must not wake it as you stride across it's back you see the footprints of people and the tracks of animals who have walked this way before and you feel even safer as you walk then you stop you hear a low growl a deep thumping so deep you can't hear it with your ears the sound travels up through your feet it is the giant stretching in the noonday sun just as a cat would it stretches pushes against itself it still sleeps you see the crack in the ice of the lake on which you stand © Todd R James 2001 - all rights reserved. Link to comment
gogoblender 3,086 Posted July 29, 2008 Share Posted July 29, 2008 I really like this Lord! I think more than anything it's the pacing I got a kick out of...I really could feel like I was being led down a story. I get the feeling of a narrator telling stories to children. To keep them safe, and to let them know about how big the world is. It's dangerous out there, and anything we can share with others about what to watch out for has value. I'm jealous of your kids...they must have had the best bed time stories. And...lol, you must have a waiting line waiting to get in on your weekend d and d games gogo Link to comment
Lord of the North 10 Posted July 29, 2008 Author Share Posted July 29, 2008 As a matter of fact one summer I worked a a Renaissance Fair and one of the parts I played was a wandering storyteller (I also was the back end of the dragon). Link to comment
Lord of the North 10 Posted August 6, 2008 Author Share Posted August 6, 2008 Here is a poem I wrote and gave to my Dad. It has even more meaning to me now. To My Dad His smile a ray of sunshine, his voice a song of joy, a source of gentle guidance for a treasured girl or boy. His Back can be a strong and noble steed his arms a source of comfort in a time of need. He can be a teacher of many, many things of camping, fishing, and how to tie shoe strings. But most important of all mine taught me through it all, that of all men, A dad can be a friend. © Todd R James 1998 - all rights reserved. Link to comment
fRACTAL 0 Posted August 6, 2008 Share Posted August 6, 2008 Great stuff, keep on going mate! The poet doth lurk beneath the most modest of exteriors ^^ (note to self, read more poetry) Look forward to seeing (reading) more ~Doom Link to comment
tomi 0 Posted August 6, 2008 Share Posted August 6, 2008 ohh nice ones. (sry somehow I missed this topic ) Yeah we'd like more. Link to comment
TelariTurunen 0 Posted August 7, 2008 Share Posted August 7, 2008 yeah, I agree with Tomi. I used to write poems etc, but it'd be very hard to translate 'em from Polish to English. I like both of your ones Link to comment
Lord of the North 10 Posted August 8, 2008 Author Share Posted August 8, 2008 This is one I wrote for Mom/Genenut while out to sea. My Spring Rose With each day that passes, that special place you have in my heart aches for you. The touch of your hand will be like the soft caress of a spring breeze when I feel it once again. The smell of your hair will be like the perfume of the flowers that ride upon that gentle wind when I smell it once again. Having your arms around me will be like lying in a bed of spring flowers when you hold me once again. And your lips when you kiss me will be like kissing the soft petals of a rose in full bloom when our lips meet once again. The distance between us whenever we are apart is not unlike the first frost of winter that sends the flowers in the garden of my heart into that deep winter sleep. All the flowers sleep, all but one, the spring rose in the center of my garden, it is kept warm by my love. It's bloom is beautiful, and eternal. Never fading always growing, becoming more beautiful with each passing day. Just the thought of my rose brings a smile to my heart, while the sight of my rose fills my soul with love and joy. That love I feel I give back to my spring rose, one hundred times over, to tend it, to keep it safe, and to help it grow. You are the spring rose that grows in the center of the garden of my heart that my love tends to every day. © Todd R James 1994 - all rights reserved. Link to comment
Schot 407 Posted August 8, 2008 Share Posted August 8, 2008 Wonderful writings Lord. Deeply thought and well written. I especially enjoyed the one to your father. I used to write a lot of poetry but it's been many years since I last did. I always found that writing poetry was a lot like drawing. The placement and choice of words combined with a message truly is an art form. Link to comment
gogoblender 3,086 Posted August 8, 2008 Share Posted August 8, 2008 Here is a poem I wrote and gave to my Dad. It has even more meaning to me now. To My Dad His smile a ray of sunshine, his voice a song of joy, a source of gentle guidance for a treasured girl or boy. His Back can be a strong and noble steed his arms a source of comfort in a time of need. He can be a teacher of many, many things of camping, fishing, and how to tie shoe strings. But most important of all mine taught me through it all, that of all men, A dad can be a friend. © Todd R James 1998 - all rights reserved. That's a wonderful gift, not only to your father, but to yourself. One of the greatest things about writing is what we get out of the discovery about ourselves. It must have gotten you a great moment from your Dad when you gave it to him. gogo Link to comment
Lord of the North 10 Posted August 13, 2008 Author Share Posted August 13, 2008 It has even more meaning to me now. It must have gotten you a great moment from your Dad when you gave it to him. gogo[/color] Actually it gave me two great moments with him. Just over two years ago he came down with Viral encephalitis. It attacked the speech and memory centers of his brain. He is having a wonderful recovery and only doesn't remember six months of his life (six months that he doesn't want to remember). And his speech is back to where it was before he got ill. But during his recovery I got to give it to him again and it was a second first time for him to read it. Link to comment
Lord of the North 10 Posted August 30, 2008 Author Share Posted August 30, 2008 (edited) One more before I have to find/write more. This was one for Mom/Genenut too. Hand In Hand We will walk on moonlight beaches hand in hand riding the stars to the heavens. We will run amongst the angels hand in hand where no man dares to tread. We will reach to new boundaries hand in hand pushing the limits of our realities. We will walk on moonlight beaches hand in hand riding the stars through the mysteries of time eternal. © Todd R James 1999 - all rights reserved. Edited August 30, 2008 by Lord of the North Link to comment
Arilaftia 0 Posted September 1, 2008 Share Posted September 1, 2008 they are beautiful Lord I would share some of my writings here... but they would give fear and nightmares yours are much happier! Link to comment
myles 2 Posted September 2, 2008 Share Posted September 2, 2008 I do write, but its a tool for me to rid of something unwanted. Wouldn't be right to put here, besides they make sense only to me. Good work there, you. Link to comment
promatolya 5 Posted September 2, 2008 Share Posted September 2, 2008 Stirring migraine Abdominal pain ruptured spleen is what we've seen Heartaches treated operations repeated Patients overdosed Not easily diagnosed Tumors and cancers vaginal enhancers Nothing to us is new We just have to treat you So please listen to me A doctor ... That's what I wanna be A friend of mine is studying for doctor at the university, and they had to ride a poem in english, in which they explained their motivations to become a doctor. Part of the exam to see if they were allowed in that study. (not all applicants for doctor studys get accepted by the universitys in belgium). This was a test of both their knowlegde of englisch (important nowadays), as it was a test of how they saw: being a doctor. First off, he passed his entrance examen, and is now a 2nd year Doctor student (he passed the first year), and I asked him if I could use this, having read it before. HE said 'offcourse'. I found it funny ... hope you guys do to Link to comment
Silearth 6 Posted September 2, 2008 Share Posted September 2, 2008 @ Ari, I'd love to see your work. Though I do a fair share of writing, I've never been much for poetry. Not from a lack of trying. The closest I done to poetry are short works for my novel for a prophesy--and they are so cheesy that I'll, most likely, drop them. Oh....er....and there are....cough.....limericks. Link to comment
Arilaftia 0 Posted September 3, 2008 Share Posted September 3, 2008 eeeek well Ill think on it, I mean seriously, its dark disturbing and tends to leave people... unsettled.. the dark stuff anyway, I can toss up some of the calmer little ones though, will just have to type them in from my old notebooks sometime. Link to comment
Lord of the North 10 Posted September 4, 2008 Author Share Posted September 4, 2008 Well Ari if it helps, I did write some darker stuff too. If I can find it I will get it on here. I wrote a poem shortly after my mother died and it helped with my grief. It was titled Death Doth Weep. If I can find or remember it I will get it up here. Link to comment
tomi 0 Posted September 4, 2008 Share Posted September 4, 2008 C'mon, Ari! Show us your goodies! Link to comment
gogoblender 3,086 Posted October 12, 2008 Share Posted October 12, 2008 Stirring migraineAbdominal pain ruptured spleen is what we've seen Heartaches treated operations repeated Patients overdosed Not easily diagnosed Tumors and cancers vaginal enhancers Nothing to us is new We just have to treat you So please listen to me A doctor ... That's what I wanna be A friend of mine is studying for doctor at the university, and they had to ride a poem in english, in which they explained their motivations to become a doctor. Part of the exam to see if they were allowed in that study. (not all applicants for doctor studys get accepted by the universitys in belgium). This was a test of both their knowlegde of englisch (important nowadays), as it was a test of how they saw: being a doctor. First off, he passed his entrance examen, and is now a 2nd year Doctor student (he passed the first year), and I asked him if I could use this, having read it before. HE said 'offcourse'. I found it funny ... hope you guys do to heh, it is funny. "Heartaches treated operations repeated" hmmm...that for relationship breakups? And I've heard horror stories about the program for doctor's... I guess this helps with the grind. Now...anyone got talent for a Sacred Poem? I've seen a lots of limericks...but a haiku or or ballad would be awesome! gogo Link to comment
Silearth 6 Posted October 13, 2008 Share Posted October 13, 2008 Now...anyone got talent for a Sacred Poem? I've seen a lots of limericks...but a haiku or or ballad would be awesome! gogo[/color] Ummm..... Well once upon a time I had a grand idea that died a horrible death. I tried it on the SIF; describing your toon with a poem. To date the thread has gotten 66 reads but no replies. So here we go as I hold my breath and post........ A mighty dark elf, I keep to myself To cross my path is bad for your health Wielding twin blades of poison or fire To take over the world is my only desire To take over the world is my only desire I have no need for magic, no that's not for me Just two bloody blades and god-like ability Do not discount me and avert your glance Bad things happen when I start to dance I rush into the fray, kill all that I see No one escapes, even though they might flee My poison is deadly, though death may come slow But death is certain, and this you must know Surrounded by foes both sides front and back I cut them all down with my spinning attack From ice creek to Khorad, I've been around And long trails of corpses litter the ground And when the battel is finished I slowly turn round To take inventory of the riches on the ground Of the bodies of the falen I show little care As they give off clouds of poison that rise to the air. But there is one thing to be said in the midst of my braggin I am still afraid of that @!#@#@# dragon. Link to comment
Lord of the North 10 Posted October 13, 2008 Author Share Posted October 13, 2008 lol, Sil, well done! I applaud and say thank you. Maybe we could get a few more of these? It would be a good place for them. Link to comment
Silearth 6 Posted October 13, 2008 Share Posted October 13, 2008 (edited) And then something different. A true attempt at something a bit darker. This is my first attempt at true poetry so go easy on me. It describes a dark period in my life. My heart sings a song but the words are all wrong Forbidden choices and guilty voices. Like a moth to a flame I'm drawn again and again The candle brings pain but then so does my shame So I stand in the center, too weak to fight I give my flesh to the left and my heart to the right But my flesh starts to weaken and my heart starts to fade Though only in dreams have the choices been made I dream of a song that causes great pain The tears as I wake proof of my shame Edited October 13, 2008 by Silearth Link to comment
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