Peredhil

Peredhil falls over laughing, his shadow (Frond), leaps about Dancing in mirth. Ah yes... Trying to Role Playing in Norrath frustrates both tribes to no end. Beautifully captured the tone and essence of the exchange. We do not write because we want to; we write because we have to. W. Somerset Maugham

Imagery! Zadown's poetry like always Seizes my throat like a fist Impacting hearts. "Why is it people want to define Free Will as Freedom from Consquences instead of Freedom to Choose?" - Nyyark

He wasn't sure how long it had been. The world was much bigger than he'd ever imagined. After a few days of walking on air, he'd wondered why Uncle Mordecai didn't fear the night. Or the voices. Or anything as far as he could see. He wondered what it was like to live without fear. He wondered how Mordecai was hunting. Every few days, they'd find a dead animal. Freshly killed with no wounds. A rabbit, a shrew, a squirrel, once even a deer. It was more meat than he'd ever eaten in his life. He began to listen to the Voices carefully, trying to understand their constant murmur to Uncle Mordecai.

An Indian chief was feeling very sick, so he summoned the medicine man to his teepee. A brief but intense examination ensued, following which the medicine man cut off a thong of elk hide from his belt and gave it to the chief, instructing him to bite off, chew and swallow 1" of leather every day. After one month, the medicine man returned to see how the chief was feeling. The chief answered, "The thong is ended, but the malady lingers on."

the Ladies exchange their healthy greens for each tattered decaying ballroom gown which look pretty until the breezes blow and bring them tumbling down. The stench of mold, death, and decay send fetid odors into air the dying of the seasonal sun brings shivers and the mood dispair. 'Tis the season for all to hibernate 'though snow bunnies stick around and annoying people scream and shout kicking ballroom leaves around.

I would write Haiku But I find myself present In Masters' Shadows. "A man's judgment is best when he can forget himself and any reputation he may have acquired and can concentrate wholly on making the right decisions." -ADM Raymond A. Spruance

Back in the days when I was Elder of Lists, I thought of the Weenie Awards as a light hearted way to find out who was active and who wasn't. It was a Role-Call, because so many of us enjoy role-playing. It was held for a month, so those with jobs, school, lives, or all of the above could have a chance to check in, and at least make a one line contribution. Since we all are here for the expressed purpose of writing and growing, it wasn't thought to be overwhelming. To get rid of the Weenie Award, all that had to be done is to make an original post with the word "Weenie" in the title, again, not to be considered a huge burden in such a friendly place as this. We have few rules and traditions here, but manners and being Polite are really one of them. Even my dearest enemy, Doctor Evil, is Rude with great class. For the record, I retired, becoming an Ancient, for lack of time. And I STILL found time to give back to the guild, in the form of a short post in the Role-Call. Oh, and I'm a he. The She to which you refer, one of the unappreciated Elders in this place, one of those who do the day to day maintenance around her, also has a life. And she still manages to not only post, but do maintain the Lists. Are you here to grow? To help others to grow? To help nurture a frightened young writer with raw talent who is afraid they suck? Not everyone has great creativity and a strong ego. The Pen is for every for everyone to grow safely, not just for a few to show how brilliant they are for the rest. Or so I thought in my day... Elrond Peredhil, 31 Ancient of the Pen is Mightier than the Sword Bard of Terra lost Order of the Quill, Legion of the White Rose

His hands once shaped The beauty of her face, His fingers once played The melody of her sighs, Shuddered intaken breaths, (Soft whispers cries), But the ashes of their joy Rebuke the memories of the past, A poignant reminder that Joys aren't meant to last - So hold onto the present And enjoy e'er waking thought, For present delerious happiness Is often dearly bought. "A man's judgment is best when he can forget himself and any reputation he may have acquired and can concentrate wholly on making the right decisions." -ADM Raymond A. Spruance

Heh, I allow people their person beliefs, or non-beliefs, whether I agree with them or not. I just found out that a dear friend of mine, my 'second father', died of cancer. Came back to reread your poem. But really, it's impossible to effectively argue religion. If you believe in the Bible, it pretty much tells you not to argue it, in the form of such pithy sayings as: "The fool has said in his heart, there is no God" and "The natural man cannot understand the things of the Spirit." Given that, it's like arguing about shades of red and brown with someone who's colorblind. Unnecessary and cruel. Shrugs. Personally, I'm somewhat Gnostic - I leave judgement to God and that frees me to love people as they are. It's so much easier to be Polite that way... Huggles -Peredhil

I LIKE this one.

Peredhil hugs the errant Andrea. Welcome back. you were missed indeed. Only you look at the world, and write about it from your perspective. In a Guild of writing, every voice is missed when it falls silent. Besides... I like your works. Usually fresh, honest and from the heart. Peredhil

Peredhil hugs the errant Andrea. Welcome back. you were missed indeed. Only you look at the world, and write about it from your perspective. In a Guild of writing, every voice is missed when it falls silent. Besides... I like your works. Usually fresh, honest and from the heart. Peredhil

it was in the Days of the Great Daily Dialogue we had going, when we both had more time. Sighs in fond memory of better letter-writing days

Peredhil creaks over and give a geriatric hug to Lord Geldrinhor. Edain are some of my favorite people.

Peredhil and Zool sat in the Ancients Balcony. Zool was propped on a tripod easel, while Peredhil lounged comfortably in an overstuffed chair. In fact, for anyone who'd ever watched the Muppet Show, the decor seemed strangely familiar... Heh, Peredhil snorted, Sounds like that NEW Elder of Lists has carbon copy problems! Wasn't like that back in MY Day. Your Day? Chortled Zool in reply, Good Night! Your Day we had REAL Elders! They were so Elder, they'd forgotten how to write! Dumb as a post when they posted. They look at each other and chuckle, finishing the sentence. WE were those Elders!!! Heh, heh, heh... Yup, yup, they mutter together, Things aren't what they used to be. Active Elders, trying to do their jobs. If you try, you're bound to screw up sometimes. And we'll be here to help you straighten it out! Heh... heh... heh... Leaning forward, they prepare to provide advice to the Pen's current Stage of Life...

Written for my parent's 50th Wedding Anniversary, which occurred a few years ago, posted here to be saved for posterity (since I lose things). Many family "in-jokes" so it really won't make sense to any of you... To the tune of "A few of my favorite things." Dad training collies that bark in a whisper, Taking a bath with a bro’ and a sister, Mom doing laundry after we're all in bed, These are a little of what’s in my head. Tracing the veins in Mom’s hands while in church, The world when Bob Edward’s shoulders are your perch, Sitting and twirling Mom’s multi-gemmed ring, These were a few of my favorite things. Orange school bus birthdays, Impromptu family plays Dancing to the Monster Mash I think of my family and all of our friends… It all comes back in a flash. Baptism of fire for a first-time dinner guest, Howard’s “amen” while Dad drew his long prayer-breath, George, Angel, Mary Ann, Andrus and Kit We welcomed the world into our house just a bit. Cows, horses, cats, and five kids weren’t too tough, Learning to walk by Jet’s side clinging to his ruff, Afternoons spent on the beach with water-skiing galore, All of these fragments and so many more! Dad riding horses or pushing my swing Dad writing songs that all of us would sing Coolie's cool in Black Velvet - still our man Humming the ball in ‘cause we’re Twins Bball fans California road trips, La Brea tar pits, Left at the Doc' or shore of lake, These whirling twirling thoughts – How much more can we take? Last Damn Wilson changed to Larry D. Tim’s catapult trashed by Mom anger thoroughly Mom at the church and Dad at the golf course Penny and Patti in the barn with a horse Black skillet eggs, morning Postum and toast Dad, Bob and Bill and the hunting they’d boast Chill sea-spray on the Oregon coast Mom’s fantastic Sunday dinner roast Skiing on New Years. Twenty degrees below, Dad smoking cigarettes while shivering in snow Richard so scary at the bottom of the stairs – Mom late at night mending our tears. Mom always there through the thin and the thick Nursing so patiently when we were so sick Correcting school papers late into night Her loving arms soothing away a night-fright Mom talking to the Principal about Ms. Crouse Me lying in sunbeams while she vacuumed the house Walking through Yellowstone, just she and I I love her so much I’m beginning to cry! The typing, the correcting on projects come due The way that she’s always there for me and for you Playing her cards with Dad and Gran’pa Jack Slipping us money behind our Dad’s back. Dad at Orofino, Memory of Hell, Indian stories that were told so well Blu Mundy playing piano at night Describing Asiatic land bridge and the Indian’s plight. I’m so far away Here in Germany Half world lies 'yween me and you But soon I’ll be flying on North-Western planes... So I guess that this song... is... Through.

There is a place, on the other side of pain, Where bright lights have rainbows around them. Where the clatter of dishes makes spiders run up and down your spine. Where fingernail clippers echo like the click of a beetles mandibles in your ears. Where voices itch inside your head, but can't be scratched. Where one ear is hot and the other cold, while one eye protrudes and the other sinks away from the pain. There is a place, if you ignore the pain, Where sensations are fascinating.

Welcome! If you need a scorecard of who's who, I'd suggest diverting your attention to the Assembly Room, and checking out the Many Rooms of the Mighty Pen. It might be helpful. Or not. I'm really not certain. With a Polite hug for Icarus and ear-scritching for Canid, he wanders away again. "A man's judgment is best when he can forget himself and any reputation he may have acquired and can concentrate wholly on making the right decisions." -ADM Raymond A. Spruance

funny, I guess I'm not alone as I'd thought, with scraps of paper around, containing a word or two, a line, and image from my mind, all going no where, but teasing hooks to the labyrinth of creativity. Of late, my labyrinth is full of dead ends. "A man's judgment is best when he can forget himself and any reputation he may have acquired and can concentrate wholly on making the right decisions." -ADM Raymond A. Spruance

Very clever! You'll have to see how Elder Gwaihir judges it. Used to have to be in a thread of its own, but that would save space. Hugs, careful of the wings "A man's judgment is best when he can forget himself and any reputation he may have acquired and can concentrate wholly on making the right decisions." -ADM Raymond A. Spruance

touches on the ephemeral nature of feelings. You know, if'n you'd put the word "weenie" in parenthesis in the subject line, you could've used this to work off your Weenie Awardee status... Perhaps an edit? Peredhil sighs in delight as the shimmering purity of her wings never fails to amaze him. "A man's judgment is best when he can forget himself and any reputation he may have acquired and can concentrate wholly on making the right decisions." -ADM Raymond A. Spruance

An application, Haiku syllablic count A Poet's delight! "A man's judgment is best when he can forget himself and any reputation he may have acquired and can concentrate wholly on making the right decisions." -ADM Raymond A. Spruance

the Membership List has all current rankings. The Weenie thing is a *hopefully* temporary state, which can be bought off by making a creative post (which doesn't have to be about weenies by the way) of poetry, roleplaying, or a story, which has the word 'weenie' in the title. "How I ate my Weenie, by Annael" for instance... "A man's judgment is best when he can forget himself and any reputation he may have acquired and can concentrate wholly on making the right decisions." -ADM Raymond A. Spruance

Very cleverly done! Isn't sad that most technology that can help, can be abused? Seems to be the pattern of humanity. Personification is extremely well done. Passes the 'read outloud check' too - prolly honed from your Rapping. I enjoyed this. -Peredhil

Well written description. I'm thankful you're still with us to write it. Big Hugs from Peredhil