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Sep 10 2013, 10:50pm


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BoromirReadingYeats_RevWelcome to The Great Hall of Poets, our regular monthly feature showcasing the talent of Middle-earth fans. Each month we will feature a small selection of the poems submitted, while the rest of the submissions will be available in a new Poetry page we're currently working on.

Join us by the hearth and enjoy!

If you have a Tolkien/Middle-earth inspired poem you’d like to share, then send it to poetry@theonering.net
One poem per person may be submitted each month. Please make sure to proofread your work before sending it in. TheOneRing.net is not responsible for poems posting with spelling or grammatical errors.


3 Trolls in 6 (Movie-verse)


by: The Grey Elf


#1
A stooped trio peered into a kettle
Wiped clean from licks many and spittle
"It's empty," observed tall one-ton
"So's yer 'ead" said Bert Sr.'s son
A grocery list indeed they must settle....


#2
Scabby carrion and pickled summer moss
Fungal goo drops, very pure, plus vermin dross
From rabid jaws, fresh squeezed slaver
For a blood sauce, marrow of cadaver
And gray mouse tails so they can thoroughly floss.


#3
"Me apron's on, Tom, get yer to market"
"Kindlin's cold, Bill, grab a flint and spark it"
"'Where's me purse?" cried simple Tom
Upon his face, Bert slaps a palm,
"T'were written out!" and clouts his slow target.


#4
By and by, Bill raised up from his latrine
"Did yer wash yer hands? Are they squeaky clean?"
"Did I wha'?" asked wafty Bill
"Good lad! Yer can have yer fill."
See, Bert wasn't all couth-less and mean.


#5
A fetid soup sat reeking before them
"Time fer grace," Bert said, discharging some phlegm
"Give us gold, give us grog,
"Give us grub and a mad dog " --
"Now fall in, lads, let us swill to the brim."


#6
With bellies bulbous, three trolls digested
Their pastime was now closely contested
"Oi'd like a tale!", "'Oi'd like a smoke!!"
Tom piped, " 'ow 'bout karaōke!!!"
An all-out brawl proved what answer bested.



~~~~~




THE ELVES LAMENT


by: RangerLady23


[1st Age]


This land is beautiful
so untamed
so many lands
that have no names.
Trees to plant
and grass to grow
and other things
we'll never know.
Songs to write
like none before
that shall be sung
forever more.
Birds and beasts
to fill the land
things to awaken
with a gentle hand.
Elven kind
so young and brave
have much to learn
but many days.
And so we danced
content with peace
knowing not
fear or grief.
The age's end
was drawing near
we felt that good
was always here.
First age is past
and next begun
but two will be
as good as one.
Or so we thought
but we were wrong
our downfall's sung
in many songs.


[2nd Age]


The Elves were blind
he tricked us all
and now we fear
the world shall fall.
What have we done?
Why did we trust?
His kindly words
have turned to dust.
His evil ways
were always set
and we have naught
except regret.
Seven rings
he has them all
nine for Men
obey his call.
The Elven three
are hidden well
and not an Elven
soul will tell.
The One is His
and His alone
One for the Dark Lord
on His Dark Throne.
Another age
is passing by
and very soon
the Elves will fly.
To the Havens
then set sail
and trees will die
that once were hale.
But ere we sail
to peace and calm
we'll help the Men
to right our wrongs.


[3rd Age]


The One is lost
or so it seems
"It's mine! "It's mine!"
we hear him scream.
Searching near
and off away
it will return
to him one day.
Our days grow thin
our glory fades
our happiness
will pass away.
Lothlorien
and Rivendell
Mirkwood fair
but also fell.
All will pass
when we are gone
but be remembered
in our songs.
This age will fade
and fourth draw near
a King will come
in battle gear.
This age for Men
and not for Elves
we've saved the land
but not ourselves.
The Three are safe
and so we planned
their powers faded
from our hands.
we give our blessings
to mankind
and hope that they
will someday find.
The beauty of
this Middle-earth
the living things
and all their worth.
To the Havens
we go in haste
but do not weep
this is our fate.
So here at last
we say fare well
to Lorien
and Rivendell.


~~~~~



Son of Gondor


by: Shannon C


Son of the steward of the white city,
eldest of his father's heirs
warrior and defender
protector of Gondor


Marshaling his garrisons
keeping Mordor's onslaughts at bay
courage unequaled
strength to fend off the shadow


Mighty was he in strength and stature
tall and grim
the blood of Númenor ran in his veins
he bore a horn made from that of a wild ox


United with other free peoples of Middle-earth
on a quest to oppose the enemy
to hinder the ever-growing malice
he set out from the land of Imladris with eight others


Long and terrible their quest seemed
defeated by cruel Caradhras
the fall of Mithrandir in the Mines of Moria
the Orcs pursuing their company


Upon Amon Hen his will was corrupted
drawn by lust for the One Ring
seeking to use it's power to protect the people of his city
thus it was that the Ring corrupted Boromir son of the lord Denethor


He endeavored to seize the Ring from the halfling Frodo
to snatch that which would give him power
he attempted to undo what the council at Imladris decided
he tried to take the Ring from the ring-bearer


His lust to save Minas Tirith was too great
and the Ring's power made his lust grow
on Amon Hen he faltered
the halfling escaped his grasp


The revelation of his great mistake came ere the hour of his death
he could not find the halfling and was told to look after the halfling's kinsmen, Meriadoc and Peregrin
upon the struggle to help the halflings, the enemy's forces were on the move
they reached Amon Hen
they slew the mighty warrior


Upon the great ox horn he blew mightily
alas for he was not in the boundaries of his homeland,
no help came
he fended his companions as long as he could
but at last he fell
pierced with many arrows
wounded many a time
in a valiant attempt for redemption,
the great son of Gondor fell


His time in the world was ended
upon his death bed, he received redemption from Aragorn, one of his companions,
and thus did Boromir depart from Middle-earth




(This post was edited by Ataahua on Sep 12 2013, 2:36am)

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