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elen_nareVarious Poems
Rating: G
WIP/Size: Complete/1574 words
Main Characters/Pairings:
Genre: Poetry
Spoilers: Deathly Hallows, overall LOTR trilogy, Artemis Fowl series as regards character progression.
Summary: Various old poems that have been languishing on my computer.
Author's notes: first section: written for Lotrplaza interkingdom poetry matches. Second section: fanfiction. Third section: original poems.
1st section: written for Lotrplaza interkingdom poetry matches. In each match, teams are given a form and a lotr-based theme, and work together to create a final poem. The ones here are those I wrote in original form, though they were surely edited with the rest of the team afterwards before presenting them them.
Spirits of Flame.
Shadows and Darkness, an outer cloak;
Pagan fires burning within,
Igniting fear in those that behold them.
Recreant Ainur, born ere the world was made,
Iluvatar they disowned and Melkor served.
Terror at his command they spread,
Servants dreadful of the foe of the world.
Oh! Truly were they mighty and terrible;
Flame and Shadow, Balrogs of ancient times.
Felled was Morgoth by Valinor's hosts, but
Lo! the Balrogs were not all destroyed.
At Sauron's side they stood in later days.
Maiar corrupted at the dawn of Eä,
Evil they spread throughout the ages.
(Balrogs, Acrostic)
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2nd Section: fanfiction poetry
Harry Potter
(Triolet, intended from Remus and Tonks' POV, but can be seen more widely)
Artemis Fowl
Lord Of The Rings:
(Haiku, written for poetry competition on lotrplaza)
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3rd section: original poetry
Quickfire matches on lotrplaza (topic is given, there a couple of days for poems to be written, winner chooses next topic):
(Theme: moon) This needs a bit of explaining. It's based on fractals, which are a set of elements generated by mathematical rules. I read in a mathematics magazine about a way to write poems using fractals and decided to try it, and "Moon Dragon" was the result. It was based on a type of fractals known as dragons, hence the title.
(Topic: steel)
Other original poems:
(Kyrielle Sonnet)
(written for my mum's birthday)
Spanish, translated to English (I can't rhyme in Spanish for some reason, so all free form)
Rating: G
WIP/Size: Complete/1574 words
Main Characters/Pairings:
Genre: Poetry
Spoilers: Deathly Hallows, overall LOTR trilogy, Artemis Fowl series as regards character progression.
Summary: Various old poems that have been languishing on my computer.
Author's notes: first section: written for Lotrplaza interkingdom poetry matches. Second section: fanfiction. Third section: original poems.
1st section: written for Lotrplaza interkingdom poetry matches. In each match, teams are given a form and a lotr-based theme, and work together to create a final poem. The ones here are those I wrote in original form, though they were surely edited with the rest of the team afterwards before presenting them them.
Steeds of Lore
Horses proud,
Who once ran free, unbowed
Sons, maybe, of Valinor of old.
Tamed by the Lord of the Mark, Eorl young and bold,
Kings of Rohan alone would you ever uphold,
Until great Shadowfax Gandalf bore.
Remembered evermore,
Steeds of Lore.
(Topic: horses of Rohan, form: Troi-par-huit)Horses proud,
Who once ran free, unbowed
Sons, maybe, of Valinor of old.
Tamed by the Lord of the Mark, Eorl young and bold,
Kings of Rohan alone would you ever uphold,
Until great Shadowfax Gandalf bore.
Remembered evermore,
Steeds of Lore.
The Paths of the Dead
None would dare to walk through the Paths of the dead,
Yet we must in this hour of uttermost need
Though merely the thought fills our hearts with dread.
Near hopeless times call for this desperate deed
For else Minas Tirith must fall to our foe,
And bitter defeat we'll be forced to concede.
Every day, every hour, adds to our woe
As Sauron seeks to cover all lands in gloom.
So we must walk these paths, or before him bow.
Evil and despair above all lives may loom,
If due to our fear our mission should fail.
Will the oathbreakers take release from their doom?
Faced with these dread paths our hearts and spirits quail.
Will our courage over the undead prevail?
None would dare to walk through the Paths of the dead,
Yet we must in this hour of uttermost need
Though merely the thought fills our hearts with dread.
Near hopeless times call for this desperate deed
For else Minas Tirith must fall to our foe,
And bitter defeat we'll be forced to concede.
Every day, every hour, adds to our woe
As Sauron seeks to cover all lands in gloom.
So we must walk these paths, or before him bow.
Evil and despair above all lives may loom,
If due to our fear our mission should fail.
Will the oathbreakers take release from their doom?
Faced with these dread paths our hearts and spirits quail.
Will our courage over the undead prevail?
(Topic: paths of the dead; form: can't remember or find it)
Spirits of Flame.
Shadows and Darkness, an outer cloak;
Pagan fires burning within,
Igniting fear in those that behold them.
Recreant Ainur, born ere the world was made,
Iluvatar they disowned and Melkor served.
Terror at his command they spread,
Servants dreadful of the foe of the world.
Oh! Truly were they mighty and terrible;
Flame and Shadow, Balrogs of ancient times.
Felled was Morgoth by Valinor's hosts, but
Lo! the Balrogs were not all destroyed.
At Sauron's side they stood in later days.
Maiar corrupted at the dawn of Eä,
Evil they spread throughout the ages.
(Balrogs, Acrostic)
Mallorn
Mallorn,
Silent sentinel,
golden guardian of the Wood.
Fairest of trees, loved by all Galadhrim,
ever golden and silver, more precious to me
than the cold gems, the hard metals of the earth.
‘Midst your gleaming boughs I make my home,
Beneath the sun, the shining stars, the moon,
Between your branches perfect shelter.
Fair are you ever, in no season alike;
but fairest to me in spring.
Then gold leaves fall,
covering the ground;
glowing flowers
are born on
silver boughs;
golden roof,
slim pillars
of argent,
gilded floor.
Who could
not love
you then?
Who could
ignore your
perfect beauty,
oh mallorn tree!
(Mallorn, Shape poetry)Mallorn,
Silent sentinel,
golden guardian of the Wood.
Fairest of trees, loved by all Galadhrim,
ever golden and silver, more precious to me
than the cold gems, the hard metals of the earth.
‘Midst your gleaming boughs I make my home,
Beneath the sun, the shining stars, the moon,
Between your branches perfect shelter.
Fair are you ever, in no season alike;
but fairest to me in spring.
Then gold leaves fall,
covering the ground;
glowing flowers
are born on
silver boughs;
golden roof,
slim pillars
of argent,
gilded floor.
Who could
not love
you then?
Who could
ignore your
perfect beauty,
oh mallorn tree!
Ent draughts
Waters of strange power,
for mortal beings not meant;
Who knows where they flower?
Waters of strange power,
mysterious shower,
mayhap by spirits sent;
Waters of strange power
For mortal beings not meant.
(Ent draughts, Triolet)Waters of strange power,
for mortal beings not meant;
Who knows where they flower?
Waters of strange power,
mysterious shower,
mayhap by spirits sent;
Waters of strange power
For mortal beings not meant.
Nightfall in Wilderland
While rivers flow under stars' soft light
Twilight spreads across the land;
'Neath forest trees lies deepest night.
The sun falls down behind the height
Of the Misty Mountains white and grand,
While rivers flow under stars' soft light.
Whilst Elves who in the dusk delight
Gather to feast at king's command
'Neath forest trees lies deepest night.
In the endless dark for metals bright
Dwarves search with skilful eye and hand
While rivers flow under stars' soft light.
As safe in their hearths Men ignite
Warming fire and glowing brand
'Neath forest trees lies deepest night.
Swiftly the bright sun makes its flight
And night falls over Wilderland.
While rivers flow under stars' soft light,
'Neath forest trees lies deepest night.
(Wilderland, Villanelle)While rivers flow under stars' soft light
Twilight spreads across the land;
'Neath forest trees lies deepest night.
The sun falls down behind the height
Of the Misty Mountains white and grand,
While rivers flow under stars' soft light.
Whilst Elves who in the dusk delight
Gather to feast at king's command
'Neath forest trees lies deepest night.
In the endless dark for metals bright
Dwarves search with skilful eye and hand
While rivers flow under stars' soft light.
As safe in their hearths Men ignite
Warming fire and glowing brand
'Neath forest trees lies deepest night.
Swiftly the bright sun makes its flight
And night falls over Wilderland.
While rivers flow under stars' soft light,
'Neath forest trees lies deepest night.
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2nd Section: fanfiction poetry
Harry Potter
Parents' love
We gave our lives for you to live,
Our sacrifice your future is.
For you, our son, all we would give,
We gave our lives for you to live;
Knowing you'd understand and forgive
The parents you barely knew and miss.
We gave our lives for you to live,
Our sacrifice your future is.
We gave our lives for you to live,
Our sacrifice your future is.
For you, our son, all we would give,
We gave our lives for you to live;
Knowing you'd understand and forgive
The parents you barely knew and miss.
We gave our lives for you to live,
Our sacrifice your future is.
(Triolet, intended from Remus and Tonks' POV, but can be seen more widely)
Artemis Fowl
Hazel Eyes
My enemy, my friend,
Slowly I learn what lies,
The secrets you defend,
Behind your hazel eyes.
In nature you delight,
Soaring the starry skies,
Shining brightly, a light
Behind your hazel eyes.
At first you hated me,
For evil you despise.
What anger I could see
Behind your hazel eyes.
Softly, we became friends,
For both a strange surprise.
Despisal gradually bends,
Behind your hazel eyes.
Courageous to the core,
A heart that never lies,
All this and so much more,
Behind your hazel eyes.
(no form that I remember, Artemis's POV)My enemy, my friend,
Slowly I learn what lies,
The secrets you defend,
Behind your hazel eyes.
In nature you delight,
Soaring the starry skies,
Shining brightly, a light
Behind your hazel eyes.
At first you hated me,
For evil you despise.
What anger I could see
Behind your hazel eyes.
Softly, we became friends,
For both a strange surprise.
Despisal gradually bends,
Behind your hazel eyes.
Courageous to the core,
A heart that never lies,
All this and so much more,
Behind your hazel eyes.
Lord Of The Rings:
The Noldor
Wise beyond compare,
Desperate courage foredoomed,
Pride their downfall was.
Wise beyond compare,
Desperate courage foredoomed,
Pride their downfall was.
(Haiku, written for poetry competition on lotrplaza)
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3rd section: original poetry
Quickfire matches on lotrplaza (topic is given, there a couple of days for poems to be written, winner chooses next topic):
Too Proud
We were best of friends once
- Do you remember? –
You, the brother I always wanted;
I, the sister you never had…
Until we quarrelled.
A foolish quarrel, so it seems,
Over a matter of little amount.
How did it start? I’ve already forgotten,
But we let it get out of proportion,
We were far too proud.
Neither would be the first to apologize,
For our hearts were full of wounded pride.
“I am the one who is in the right.
Why should I say sorry?” we cried.
So our friendship seemed to die.
For many days now I’ve sat beside you,
Watching as you battle with death.
Our work is dangerous,
We both knew this day could come,
But I always thought I’d be at your side.
Had I been there, could I have helped you?
Or would all my efforts have been in vain?
I can never really know for sure,
But deep inside, I know I’ll always feel
That I was to blame.
Now all I can do is watch
As you slowly fade away,
And hope with all my heart
That it’s not to late to say
I’m sorry.
(theme: pride)We were best of friends once
- Do you remember? –
You, the brother I always wanted;
I, the sister you never had…
Until we quarrelled.
A foolish quarrel, so it seems,
Over a matter of little amount.
How did it start? I’ve already forgotten,
But we let it get out of proportion,
We were far too proud.
Neither would be the first to apologize,
For our hearts were full of wounded pride.
“I am the one who is in the right.
Why should I say sorry?” we cried.
So our friendship seemed to die.
For many days now I’ve sat beside you,
Watching as you battle with death.
Our work is dangerous,
We both knew this day could come,
But I always thought I’d be at your side.
Had I been there, could I have helped you?
Or would all my efforts have been in vain?
I can never really know for sure,
But deep inside, I know I’ll always feel
That I was to blame.
Now all I can do is watch
As you slowly fade away,
And hope with all my heart
That it’s not to late to say
I’m sorry.
Moon Dragon
Shining bright silver,
Bright silver moon,
Silver bright.
Silver moon, shining moon,
Silver moon, silver bright.
Moon dragon,
Silver dragon,
Silver splendid,
Silver dragon.
Silver splendid moon,
Splendid silver,
Splendid silver dragon.
Shining bright silver,
Bright silver moon,
Silver bright.
Silver moon, shining moon,
Silver moon, silver bright.
Moon dragon,
Silver dragon,
Silver splendid,
Silver dragon.
Silver splendid moon,
Splendid silver,
Splendid silver dragon.
(Theme: moon) This needs a bit of explaining. It's based on fractals, which are a set of elements generated by mathematical rules. I read in a mathematics magazine about a way to write poems using fractals and decided to try it, and "Moon Dragon" was the result. It was based on a type of fractals known as dragons, hence the title.
Flower of steel
My beauty is that of a flower,
So I've often heard them say.
But mother nature's I am not;
No flower ever grew this way.
Stern steel my soul is made of,
tempered by adversity's fires,
Unyielding, strong and stubborn,
I give in to no man's desires.
And yet - I am sad and lonely,
My strength my greatest flaw.
Who will end my heartache,
Steel melt and cold ice thaw?
My beauty is that of a flower,
So I've often heard them say.
But mother nature's I am not;
No flower ever grew this way.
Stern steel my soul is made of,
tempered by adversity's fires,
Unyielding, strong and stubborn,
I give in to no man's desires.
And yet - I am sad and lonely,
My strength my greatest flaw.
Who will end my heartache,
Steel melt and cold ice thaw?
(Topic: steel)
Other original poems:
Rain
Clouds are gathering in the sky,
The light becoming grey and brown.
Softly, merely a quiet sigh,
Raindrops are falling gently down.
Raindrops fall like bitter tears,
As if all sorrows they would drown.
Awakening hopes and fears,
Raindrops are falling gently down.
Now rain is falling in my heart,
Though I smile outside, like a clown.
As my life comes slowly apart,
Raindrops are falling gently down.
Clouds are gathering in the sky;
Raindrops are falling gently down.
Clouds are gathering in the sky,
The light becoming grey and brown.
Softly, merely a quiet sigh,
Raindrops are falling gently down.
Raindrops fall like bitter tears,
As if all sorrows they would drown.
Awakening hopes and fears,
Raindrops are falling gently down.
Now rain is falling in my heart,
Though I smile outside, like a clown.
As my life comes slowly apart,
Raindrops are falling gently down.
Clouds are gathering in the sky;
Raindrops are falling gently down.
(Kyrielle Sonnet)
Wild Princess
"Princess", they say, for that's what I am.
Can't I be anyone else?
What do they see when they look at me?
Don't see beyond an outside that's false.
They seem to see only the tiara,
Not the hopes and dreams below.
When they look at me, what do they see?
I'm tired of going with the flow.
Can't they see that I am different?
My life is my own to live.
What do they see when they look at me?
What they are asking for I can't give.
******
But you - There's something strange about you
Can you see through my disguise?
When you look at me, what do you see?
Do you know the truth behind my eyes?
Could I ever mean something to you?
Perhaps to you I'm a child.
What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see the true me, free and wild?
Since we met I've loved you in secret
A secret I'd never tell.
When you look at me, what do you see?
Love? Or only this princess-like shell?
(two zanila rhymes)"Princess", they say, for that's what I am.
Can't I be anyone else?
What do they see when they look at me?
Don't see beyond an outside that's false.
They seem to see only the tiara,
Not the hopes and dreams below.
When they look at me, what do they see?
I'm tired of going with the flow.
Can't they see that I am different?
My life is my own to live.
What do they see when they look at me?
What they are asking for I can't give.
******
But you - There's something strange about you
Can you see through my disguise?
When you look at me, what do you see?
Do you know the truth behind my eyes?
Could I ever mean something to you?
Perhaps to you I'm a child.
What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see the true me, free and wild?
Since we met I've loved you in secret
A secret I'd never tell.
When you look at me, what do you see?
Love? Or only this princess-like shell?
Prince of Peace
Heaven’s stars shine bright and clear,
Over a stable all forlorn.
A miracle happens here;
Christ, our Prince of Peace, is born.
Shepherds working in fields below
From their rest and duties are torn,
As angels sing in skies aglow,
Christ, our Prince of Peace, is born.
Heaven’s stars shine bright and clear;
Christ, our Prince of Peace, is born.
(Modified Kyrielle Sonnet, Christmas poem)Heaven’s stars shine bright and clear,
Over a stable all forlorn.
A miracle happens here;
Christ, our Prince of Peace, is born.
Shepherds working in fields below
From their rest and duties are torn,
As angels sing in skies aglow,
Christ, our Prince of Peace, is born.
Heaven’s stars shine bright and clear;
Christ, our Prince of Peace, is born.
Starlit River
Shining, starry night
Silver moon aglow
Strange, entrancing light
Rivers run below.
Diamonds glittering
In ebony skies;
Through heavens wheeling
A nightingale flies.
Slender silver beams
On water and sand;
Nothing as it seems,
Sleeping fairyland.
Shining, starry night
Silver moon aglow
Strange, entrancing light
Rivers run below.
Diamonds glittering
In ebony skies;
Through heavens wheeling
A nightingale flies.
Slender silver beams
On water and sand;
Nothing as it seems,
Sleeping fairyland.
(written for my mum's birthday)
Spanish, translated to English (I can't rhyme in Spanish for some reason, so all free form)
Espíritu anciano,
Rostro surcado de profundas arrugas.
Raíces que buscan el centro,
Brazos que buscan el sol.
Anciano, y a la vez joven,
Hojas que como los sueños
Mueren y renacen,
Cada primavera,
Cada ciclo de la vida.
Ancient spirit,
visage lined by deep wrinkles.
Roots that search for the centre,
Arms that search for the sun.
Ancient, yet young also,
Leaves that like dreams
Die and are born again,
Every spring,
Every cicle of life.
¿Adónde están?
¿Adónde están?
¿Adónde están los estudiantes de los secundarios?
¿Adónde están los jóvenes universitarios?
¿Adónde están los trabajadores?
¿Adónde están los artistas?
¿Adónde están los hijos y nietos
de las “locas” de Plaza de mayo?
¿Adónde están los que no callaron,
los que buscaron la verdad,
los que pensaron por su cuenta,
los que soñaron con un mundo mejor?
¿Adónde están?
“No están ni vivos ni muertos.
Están desaparecidos.”
Where are they?
Where are they?
Where are the high school students?
Where are the university students?
Where are the workers?
Where are the artists?
Where are the children and grandchildren
of the “madwomen” of Plaza de mayo?
Where are those who wouldn’t be silenced,
who searched for the truth,
who thought for themselves,
who dreamt of a better world?
Where are they?
“They’re not alive nor dead.
They’re disappeared.”
Rostro surcado de profundas arrugas.
Raíces que buscan el centro,
Brazos que buscan el sol.
Anciano, y a la vez joven,
Hojas que como los sueños
Mueren y renacen,
Cada primavera,
Cada ciclo de la vida.
Ancient spirit,
visage lined by deep wrinkles.
Roots that search for the centre,
Arms that search for the sun.
Ancient, yet young also,
Leaves that like dreams
Die and are born again,
Every spring,
Every cicle of life.
¿Adónde están?
¿Adónde están?
¿Adónde están los estudiantes de los secundarios?
¿Adónde están los jóvenes universitarios?
¿Adónde están los trabajadores?
¿Adónde están los artistas?
¿Adónde están los hijos y nietos
de las “locas” de Plaza de mayo?
¿Adónde están los que no callaron,
los que buscaron la verdad,
los que pensaron por su cuenta,
los que soñaron con un mundo mejor?
¿Adónde están?
“No están ni vivos ni muertos.
Están desaparecidos.”
Where are they?
Where are they?
Where are the high school students?
Where are the university students?
Where are the workers?
Where are the artists?
Where are the children and grandchildren
of the “madwomen” of Plaza de mayo?
Where are those who wouldn’t be silenced,
who searched for the truth,
who thought for themselves,
who dreamt of a better world?
Where are they?
“They’re not alive nor dead.
They’re disappeared.”
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Date: 2010-07-16 01:39 am (UTC)Does not! :P Actually, for the latest poetry competition, the assigned form specifically couldn't rhyme (http://shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/lannet.html). So there :P (Actually, I slightly prefer the rhyming ones myself, though I've written unrhymed ones too, and appear incapable of writing rhyming poetry in Spanish).
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