HAIKU
 

japanese poems
today have gained my fancy
now i share my joy

tolkien's world, nature
these haikus must have them both
because i say so

real haikus, proper
they must have some nature theme
wind blows on cold plain

it shan't be hard, though
middle-earth is full of it
all is in nature

and commentary
dont do it in prose
or ill make you pay

on that very note
my haikus proper commence
right after this one


HELM'S DEEP
here the dead mount high
the forest overtakes all
only wind remains

[ November 13, 2002: Message edited by: burrahobbit ]

oh golly gee whiz
poetic license lurks here
drivel becomes gold

that's it, bee-dubya
about enough of your crap
negative nancy [img]smilies/mad.gif[/img]

burned and desolate
cut up, hacked to pieces, dead
wretched, vomitting

[ November 15, 2002: Message edited by: burrahobbit ]

nothing, empty, cold
filled, brimming, evil, hot, cold
highest punishment

Shadows of silver
glistening over the trees
A Mirror of Fate

Leaves rustle in wind
Autum's whispers fill night's air
crisp and golden lands

A fleeting shadow
White rider under the moon
Windswept plains of night

(That was supposed to be about Gandalf and Shadowfax... [img]smilies/rolleyes.gif[/img] erm...

Together with friends
laughter over golden leaves
Mug o' beer in hand

A golden circle
Binds its owner forever
My own, my precious.

Puretook: Haiku Queen
Queen of Summertime also
and Licker of Knees

Offending dragons
not the smartest thing to do
my body is burned

sounds of war booming
whispers of death and of fate
night filled with bloodshed

That Fool of a Took
Gigantic Hill-Troll
The victor is crushed; must smell

Please slay me swiftly
For that was truly awful
Before eyes, life flashes

Here's something Tolkien
I meant to give yesterday,
Now, burrahobbit.

Saruman

Prism-words twist and
Refract a many-hued voice:
Dishonouring Truth.


Bethberry

[ November 15, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]

Stars
Does she ever see
Stars as bright on black canvas?
My sweet tears - not yet.

Gandalf
"There's one way only -
To find the vile Cracks of Doom
And cast the Ring there!"

Provocation is a Tender Trap
And that sweet laughter
Tinkled through the sun-drench'd woods
And cast him in love.

Autumnal
Come and fall with me
Let Autumnal wist take us
Send us to sadness.

Enjoyable thread
burrahobbit friend
I will soon return.

I forgot to say
A game is therein, above -
Which words are for whom?

Answer in the form, please
Of structure and cold control;
A poem, a poem, dear.

A bit of haiku
To sate your poetic lust
"Nightfall in Mirkwood":

Branches sway and creak
Leaves rustle in the shadows
Cold laughter, silence...

I don't think I could
Write poems as good as this
Silently I'll watch

Maybe I shall try
How hard can it be to write
A haiku or two?

Two Trees in the West
Made of gold and silver
The Valar are proud

Telperion dew
Was made into stars above
The elves then woke up

I am so sorry:
I don't have inspiration;
'Day shall come again'

That was inspired by Gayahithwen's post

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All of online fans
(or 'ventilateurs en ligne')
Drying up my hair

LotR is cool
I like Gandalf
And Legolas

Just kidding...

We come and go
Walking through the green
All the way singing

Nightingale keens
at last on a darkling plain.
Evenstar eclipsed.

Frodo's mortal heart
was aroused by rain-drenched song:
River-daughter's laugh.
Yet title intrigues.
What tender trap do you read,
Poet, love or quest?

Leaf fall and lock lost:
Autumnal wist take Gimli
with Galadriel.

The form answering,
an expostulation now:
'Tis less cold control
than measured finesse,
distillation of desire,
intensity wrought.

Bethberry

[ November 17, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]

Provocation is a Tender Trap re:

For Beren was alone
Save lobs all else forgone
Any maid would trap him

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No time left,
to gaze at lothlorién trees,
for dark has fallen

Black shapes on green grass
Legolas walks and gathers
Harvest of arrows

Would words have their wings
If truly they were own'd by
Any one of us?

Bethberry, my praise
Thou art correct in thy thought
Panegyrics commence!

Would that all flowers
Grew as endless as sunlight;
I find them fleeting.

Love of the poetic -
Quest for the solitude that
Bears the Ring of truth.

[ November 18, 2002: Message edited by: Rimbaud ]

Hello, I'm new here !!!
Please be nice and welcome me,
I'd be real grateful !!!

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We welcome you, Seph
To the downs of the Barrow
rest in peace, o wight!

I'm simply no good
at haikus and limericks,
all that sort of thing

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Hi there new person!
Your lovely haiku wows me
for sure, you can stay

one thing you should know
your avatar does not show
you messed up a bit

you need a web host
some place to put the picture
so others can see

i'm sure it's great, though
and i can't help find a host
maybe someone else

Congratulations
on your personal title,
Perilous Poet.

So you would wish to
preserve imperishable
the fleeting flower?

Yet you grant words wings.
Sounds silmarillish to me,
confus'd signified

and signifier.
Respect Goldberry's wash day:
Ringbearer's lesson.

Although perhaps your
point is indeed that, but with
hint of Balrog's wings?

Bethberry

This is wonderful
One whole thread to be spoken
In lyrical form

I missed it before
It excersizes my brain
I enjoy it now

Master Rimbaud Sir
And the Lady Bethberry
Your talents wow me


Eye in the Mirror
He looks and sees his future
Sadness carries him

For Bb:


Seven stars,
a dark night sky -
Cold flames the burning briar

Tears, too,
spilled on the ragged page,
Inked thoughts run

[ November 23, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

Butterfly alight
on night's cold petal -
Ah! Wilwarin

oh, look at her now
the unicorn is searching
wait, that's not tolkien

always searching now
precious, where is the precious?
bagginses has it

little hairy feet
never wearing any shoes
they must be dirty

hobbits love to eat
it's always six meals a day
no wonder they're round

galloping the plains
feeling the wind in their hair
Riders of Rohan

with a hoom and hem
trees walking through the forest
fangorn is their home

he ran out the door
with nary a handkerchief
scatterbrained hobbit

they lost their treasure
still there under the mountain
the dragon has it

he guards his treasure
hiding under erebor
but still causes fear

song of the ainu
they helped create the world
eru's still the one

maybe they'll cook us
or squash us into jelly
oh look, there's the sun

[ November 24, 2002: Message edited by: Susan Delgado ]

no prose in this one
nor even a limerick
don't do that again.

I know that you're new
but that makes no difference
please stay on topic

don't mean to be rude
but limericks don't belong
your post's deleted

Pleiades


High in the East they swing -
Remmirath,
the Netted Stars

(I'm doing mine the way they taught me at my school with the pattern being 5-7-5,7-7,5-7-5)

Sauron forged a ring
Twas the ring to rule them all
Isildur took it

It fell into Anduin
Smeagol stole, then Bilbo found

It passed to Frodo
But Gandalf found its secret
The rest- history

Here among the willows
Wind is blowing softly
But the Sea reigns in my heart...

Dark under the hill
With the bare feet, no hat on
But green hood and Sting

He took the ring of Power
You think no Power guided Him?

...And he crept like mouse
Past Balin’s sharp eyes on guard
There are no chance findings...