POETRY IN THE GARDEN
Poems are made by fools like me...
- Some Aladdin originals
- My friends can write too
- You might know some of these
This was going 2 be part of a song I was working on with an old friend.
It works as a poem, well I think so. OK, here it goes;
You're going to hear the voices
as if you're really there.
I'm going 2 take you places
far beyond your chair
You'll feel as if your falling
like wind moving through air.
You'll hear the voices calling
beckoning you near.
What are the voices saying
a message loud and clear.
Turn off your fear and anger
if you want to hear.
The force is strong within you
if you can catch my drift.
Hold on and I will lift you
high above the rest,
and you will be
free.
by: Aladdin Sane
Here's one 4 my beautiful wife;
Slipping each other silent words
with careful gestures we share a laugh.
In a crowded room,
suspended in time.
We two, always together.
Existing in our own world.
I remember the time bfore,
the time alone.
How is it, this thirst for you now in me?
Still,
fire courses
as again we race along the edge.
by: Aladdin Sane
The Creation of Ea
Only in silence the word,
only in dark the light,
only in dying life:
bright the hawks flight
on the empty sky.
by:Ursula LeGuin
Here's afew taken from Fellowship of the Ring.
by: J.R.R.Tolkien
Bilbo, in a low voice, as if to himself, sang softly in the dark;
The Road goes ever on an on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
and I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And wither then? I cannot say.
He paused silent for a moment. Then without another word he
turned away from the lights and voices in the fields and tents, and
followed by his three companions went round into his garden, and
trotted down the long sloping path.
In a PS, on a note, from Gandalf
All that is gold does not glitter
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
'These aren't holes,' said Gimli. 'This is the great realm and city
of the Dwarrowdelf.He rose and standing in the dark he began to chant in a deep vioce,
while the echoes ran away into the roof.
The world was young, the mountians green,
No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
No word were laid on stream or stone
When Durin woke and walked alone.
He named the nameless hills and dells;
He drank from yet untasted wells;
He stooped and looked in Mirrormere,
And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread,
Above the shadow of his head.
The world was fair, the mountains tall,
In Elder Days before the fall
Of mighty kings in Nargothrond
And Gondolin, who now beyond
The Weastern Seas have passed away:
The world was fair in Durin's Day.
A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor,
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmined by cloud or shade of night
There shone for ever fair and bright.
There hammer on the anvil smote,
There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
There forged was blade, and bound was hilt;
The delver mined, the manson built.
There beyrl, pearl, and opal pale,
And metal wrought like fishes mail,
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
And shining spears were laid in hoard.
Unwearied then were Durin's folk;
Beneath the mountains music woke:
The harpers harped, the minstrals sang,
And at the gates the trumpets rang.
The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
The shadow lies apon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dum.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies a crown in water deep,
Till Durin wakes again from sleep.
'I like that!' sais Sam. 'I should like to learn it.'
Jabberwocky
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
by: Lewis Carroll (Charles Lutwidge Dodgson)
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