An poem to celebrate the arrival of Fall! :)
To the tune of A Few of My Favorite Things from The Sound of Music.
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Pumpkins and lanterns and worn out grey sweaters
Spices and sweet treats and south turning ventures
Soft bars and cookies all smothered with cream
These are a few of the things that I see
Crips winds and bright trees and wilting dark flowers
Red leaves and gold leaves delight all the hours
Hot soups and fresh squash with colorful themes
These are a few of the things that I see
Multi toned corn cobs and frosty dew warnings
Hot tea and new books and dark blanket mornings
Warm scented candles that conjure up dreams
These are a few of the things that I see
When the cold comes
When the air stings
When I’m feeling down
I simply consider the things that I see
and then I don’t feel so bad
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Poem- Fictitious Fancies
I have no words that glow
No tales of ringing steel
I have no loom of foresight
No worlds that are surreal
The portal through the wardrobe
Has closed itself to me
My companion who could run
Has run at last from me
I lost my magic ring
It fell through time and space
It crashed into a mountain
At silver warp speed pace
It takes imagination
To make a dream alive
It takes a leap of daring
To take dreams to the sky
I have no right to do
what I have seen been done
Instead I have the privilege
To share the light of One
No wand will ever choose me
No staff is mine to wield
I have only plain symbols
to make their minds all reel
No mockingjay will sing
No faction claim my work
My writing is not beauty
It has too many quirks
They say all things have endings
I think that very well
For without any endings
Beginnings would be quelled
Now one last word- “say please”
Please let me live my days
In peace with friends of paper
Who have loved me “Always”
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Song for Fall- song (pumpkin carvings)
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| My niece's pumpkin. Gandalf's Mark along with his name. I'm so proud! :) |
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| Mine. The evil eye of Sauron!!! I spent wayyyy too much time on this. O_O |
Heyloeth guys, a cheery song for *shushhhhh* Fall!
*John Watson covers his ears and wishes for January 17*
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To the tune of Deck the Halls.
Song for Fall
Tis the season we love pumpkins
(pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pumpkins)
When we think of country bumpkins
(pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pumpkins)
Deck the fields with corn and beans
(pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pumpkins)
Squash and gourds are commonly seen
(pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pumpkins)
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Don bright yellow orange and red
(pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pumpkins)
Come the days we long for bed
(pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pumpkins)
Wind and rain grow ever colder
(pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pumpkins)
Snow will come but in November
(pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pumpkins)
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Soup and blankets all surround us
(pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pumpkins)
Marvel at the changing forests
(pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pumpkins)
Dark the days and long the nights
(pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pumpkins)
We will treat till morning light
(pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pumpkins)
Friday, October 18, 2013
Hobbit- Misty Mountains Cold
Look I got cool stuff from Barnes and Noble! Aka the happy place. :D
It's hard to see in the pic, but I got Thorin and Gandalf holographic bookmarks with Thorins key and Gandalf's staff as PENS! <3
And the House of Hades which I've finished, but that a whole'nother realm of trouble to get into.
Today I didn't have time to get something written up for writing, instead, enjoy this beautiful poem from Tolkien's The Hobbit. :)
I do not own the amazing artwork. I thought it was pretty awesome though and worth sharing.
You still get writing and art, just not mine.
Also, here's a couple links to some beautiful music inspired by Tolkien and Peter Jackson's films.
http://youtu.be/F2CsBqwcL1c - dubstep misty mountains cold
http://youtu.be/GsbzPlrfgyo - Neil Finn's song of the lonely mountain (the ending credits always make me blurry eyed)
Anyways, hope everypony is having a beautiful week, cheers! I just wrote this up, I think I'm half asleep. :P
“Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the height,
The wind was moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale;
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
Thursday, October 10, 2013
What Comes Before - a poem
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| Breath of Winter? Original design hand drawn on computer and edited in Pixlr |
The picture above was originally black and white with her breathing green. Thus "Breath of Winter?" But as is my habit, I played with it, and here's the sepia colored version.
What Comes Before -2011
They stood before me in a row,
Cloaked in terror, joy and snow,
One, his face was plump and cheery,
Another his hands held gray poverty,
A woman had a gown of water and air,
And I saw a girl with white flowers in her hair.
Then I saw a man with eyes full of tears.
And a man with his back pressed by years.
They stood with an ethereal glow.
One at a time I watched them go.
But three stayed and kissed my head.
Each was clothed in a fresh blood red.
The first held a cup filled with thin bread,
The second wore a cross of heavy lead and in his cup he held scarlet wine.
The third’s cup held water and a scriven line,
Then, a last one arrived unheard,
And he parted swiftly without a word.
In short, this is me worrying not about dying, but about how I will die.
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