Peredhil Posted August 6, 2001 Report Posted August 6, 2001 (From 'Feast of Words' - Apprentice Banquet Hall) The Warrior and The Troll? The warrior young, married maiden troll And transformed her with his love Through many years, he loved her dear They fit like hand and glove. The years they passed, their bairns were born They turned out very well But trollish heart, dark seed well-hid Bloomed into doom so fell. She'd bloated on, his selfless love She'd grown in self and strength until at last, she'd grown away And told him off at length. "I married you," quoth the Troll "I'd thought there'd never be another" "I stayed with you, for gilted geld" "But now I've found some other." "It's just a fling, It's no big deal -" "Just scratching a lustful itch." "He's another Troll, it's just a roll" "The marriage I don't intend to ditch." He shook his head and looked at her His marriage and heart felt bust He loved her still, and kept the kids But left with her the lust. His heart was clear, untouched by hate, Not filled with rage nor strife He wished her well, and closed the door Goodbye to faithless wife.
Peredhil Posted August 6, 2001 Author Report Posted August 6, 2001 (From the Conservatory - Poetry) The Wizard and the Valkyrie In Ultimo Thud she fired my blood She was so bonny bright A Valkyrie strong, a warrior grim A love at first sight. Together we carved a little land A life so free and gay The hoary Wizard, the Warrior Maid Our lives were charmed and fey. But soon the geld and mana fell The resources became tight Our stacks were eating fortress and home A source of endless fight. “Get rid of the fiery Dragons Red” She was so want to cry, “Be my guest; ask them to leave,” Came my hot reply. The Chimeras and Sallys round My ice queen could not stand HellHounds breathing down our necks; I could not understand. “They help us keep our kingdom, Dear Certainly you can see Eradication’s all I know!” She ignored my fevered plea. So now my love has gone and flown Her passion was too cool She couldn’t live with Red Red Mage My fires were too cruel. Stoke up them high, the flames of Hell Lost love is our banner I’ve no heart, ‘cept for war To gaining lands for our manor. This empty husk that once was man Is now a mannequin With blood and gore I keep the score And burn where I have been It’s all that’s left since she left My buxom Nordic one, Who swung a sword beside the fjord Living just for fun.
Peredhil Posted August 6, 2001 Author Report Posted August 6, 2001 (Conservatory - Poetry) Life's not Fair Some say that life should be fair I've never seen it written anywhere In life's murky immoral FOG There is no 'fairness' Decalouge. Is it fair that one random attack Can provoke seven counters back, Just because a hero gave her all - To lead her sheep and heroically fall? Is it fair that the Measure obscures the Code, That words are spoken and spun and used to goad. The ponderous traditions are used to grind The player's joys are left behind. Is it fair that jumping off of a cliff Just because you're life-tired or very miffed Leaves no room for change or regret Think before leap is still best bet. Is it fair that one act of no self-control Perhaps too-quick a word or hastening toward a goal Can have consequence that endure for life Is it easier to fight than to end all the strife? Is it fair that lust for just one time, Can be considered a societal statutory crime? Or lead to an swollen unwanted pregnancy? Or to death by AIDS-spawned malignancy?
Peredhil Posted August 6, 2001 Author Report Posted August 6, 2001 ('The Conflicts Withing' - Conservatory, Poetry) Peredhil listens to the sad lament and ponders long before parting lips. Rather than risk shattering the jewel of beauty she's uttered with ungainly and awkward reply, he looks at the small brave Magess who overcomes so much so well. Realizing that one can only walk shadow with one's back to the light, he speaks softly. Friends are the mirrors that cherish your soul When the oceans of life ebb in inevitable tide Eroding the ideals on which you stride Faerie castles washed away by pride. Your love is he that holds you close When strength is draining away Fierce passions bleed to gray Uncertainties in every place lay. Lovely Huntress stalking the shadows When you’ve looked too long into the night Shadows are blackest when backed by light Let weary endurance be infused with joy so bright. Updated version submitted to Poetry.com Yui-Chan Friends are the mirrors that cherish your soul When oceans of life ebb, mutable tide Eroding ideals once held with such pride Faerie castles washing away with the tide. Your love is the one that holds you so close When heart's strength is draining, dripping away Bleeding the fiercest passions dull-gray Every where uncertainties doubt and delay. Lovely Huntress stalking slayers of life When at darkness you've looked, dazzled by night Let heart be strong with knowledge of right. Shadows are blackest when one's back's to the light.
Peredhil Posted August 6, 2001 Author Report Posted August 6, 2001 A cautionary tale... The Priestess left the Abbey West On a palfrey pale, She headed off to Orphanage (She felt she'd fled a jail). Though Nun denied her virtuous She'd healed and turned undead, There was within a molten flow She'd always left unsaid. Along the ride she met a Man A Warlord brave and bold Dashing scars, the Look of Eagles Veteran yet not too old. His eyes hers met as each rode alone His face went very red. He began to scheme quite Tactic'ly On how her he would bed. With deep bass which echoed thousands Of Leadership issued Command, He opportuned that they ride together She acceded to his demand. His velvet rough voice gave her soul shivers She felt her heart purloined, He spoke beneath her intellect Direct to where legs joined. The Nun never arrived at Orphanage Least not as chaste Priestess. He breached her promise, pillaged her chest, And left wombed child as guest. So 'ware you well you hot-cleft maids Your vows and power hard-bought, Enemy within, 'twill always begin, With traitoress' heart's untamed thought...
Peredhil Posted August 6, 2001 Author Report Posted August 6, 2001 Written for Cheyenne at the Seekers of Babylon board. Published in a International Society of Poets compilation book. I knew I’d find you here As I ventured out to explore I've hurt, My friend, my oh so Dear - Innocence shaken to the core. But I knew you’d wait – you must! My paragon of friendship true The memory of your stalwart trust Has helped to bring me through. As I wandered far and wide I never slipped your anchor I swallowed tears I might have cried Chose wisdom ‘stead of rancor. And if I had the strength to roam And found strength to never fear – It’s ‘cause you were safe at home I knew I‘d find you here.
Peredhil Posted August 6, 2001 Author Report Posted August 6, 2001 Madoka-chan had little lamb It’s hooves struck steely sparks And when Inspector came to play It chased him through the park The little lamb seemed ill one day It’s mouth showered snowy foam Madoka-chan penned it close It wasn’t free to roam Inspector came with fire and knife And grinned his evil grin The time had come at long long last To do a lil’ lamb in Wool flew wide, the knife it flashed The carnage was obscene When all was done the lamb appeared - Inspector no longer seen. When times are tough and grazing dry A growing lamb can’t cope It needs its meat or something sweet Madoka-chan gives it soap…
Peredhil Posted August 6, 2001 Author Report Posted August 6, 2001 Some dance with death because the contrast heightens life. Some woo death with little gifts, eager to go. Some escape pain, seeking solace in death’s arms. Some ignore death for goals disdainful of any harms. Some use death to say, “I told you so.” Some fear death and so hide themselves safely from life. Is death a release into a greater whole? A finish? A brief interlude? A transition? An endless ride on the wheel, seeking the No-mind hub? Dare one seek knowledge’s Promethean fire? The way back is perilous in deed indeed.
Peredhil Posted August 6, 2001 Author Report Posted August 6, 2001 The painful past holds lessons It would be well to learn Yet forward must the heart Seek, strive and yearn The past becomes the fertilizer In which life’s seeds are sown Yester’s actions, today’s thoughts And tomorrow’s deeds are born. Yes the past is dead and gone It’s only NOW we exists We press into the future Even as we resist. But armor not against us all My lovely fallen one There’s strength in vulnerability Together we’ll have fun. One’s only just as strong As what one’s overcome But two are so much stronger When they help each other some.
Peredhil Posted August 6, 2001 Author Report Posted August 6, 2001 Written for the the Mercenaries of Archmage. I'd pictured that they were Heroes-in-Training. Heroes weren't available for hire until Level 8, and didn't get special abilities until Level 9. The willing warriors give their blood On battlefields galore They give and give and give and give Until they’d give no more The mystic Mage that’d hires them Sends them all a-packing Back to the chamber, the Sword for Hire He’s found them sorely lacking. Pity the poor hire-sword a-waitin' in the hall Wanting to be a hired helpful hero. No Magi chance-hires under level eight - And they all start at zero.
Peredhil Posted October 22, 2001 Author Report Posted October 22, 2001 Reply to a poem by Porcelin (Shadow Flower Maiden, Heart like a Hole.) The ragged cries of the child's pain Never push up to her lips Her adult body, protective shell Cradles the still-bleeding wounded one Torn with a thousand words Assaulted with blows Until she learns a dumb complacency. But online, in the intimacy of the Cyber The wounded girl creeps hesitantly out And screams her pain Shouts her bloody wounds Flaunts her bruises And accepts the touch that would drive her Inside Away - Craving tenderness yet suspecting motives. In the Cyber night We heal one another If they've the courage To accept it. Reply to a chance remark by Rihvannes requesting poetry about food. He turns to another... Pizza! Pizza! Our Stomachs cry to you! Pizza! Pizza! Nothing else will do! With tons of coke we quench the fires, Too much spice raised stomach pyres, Pizza! Pizza! And now this poem is through! Reply to the Roll-Call of Poets Submission for a Called Roll: It is worth noting, Creatives are insecure. Will a haiku count? Roll-Call Rap: Yo! Yo! The poets are in the house you know And they're gonna take you down below The thinking critical part that sneers And show how how to express your fears 'Cause conservatory Poets can ROCK the HOUSE While others creep around quiet like a MOUSE Don't let the lame ones tear you DOWN If they don't contribute to the Poetry SOUND! Yeah. Word up. Poster's Lament: How doth the poet's little rhyme Entertain thee for such a little time? With so many threads to wander through Can ye be sensitive to the new? Or does it all mix and blend Against poignant words thy heart defend- Will not ye thy precious time ye lend? And see with eyes made pure? We work our craft for little pay The empty threads view with dismay With so many threads to wander 'tween We cannot track were ye hast been Unless you give that gentle touch Ye needn't reply with all too much We lean on thy feedback as a crutch For we're all so insecure.
Peredhil Posted October 22, 2001 Author Report Posted October 22, 2001 Originally posted in The Archmage Conservatory Poetry. Wandering in, he begins to Scribble on the wall... A motley fool with roving eye A walking winsome lass did spy "My heart is pierced," he did cry But Cupid's arrow had stuck quite lower. He followed after most quickly And although in lust he spoke thickly With clever words he won her through trick'ry And wisked her away to explore lust's bower. They giggled and dined most handily And he pranced and strutted most dandily Once consummated, he told her most candidly That he now must be moving along. But tables they turned on manly talker For he did not understand the lovely walker And only now did he realize she was a Stalker who'd never forget a wrong. And so they live in married life The motley fool and jealous wife He's careful to never give her strife Because her his live would end. So all you lustful smooth young men Take heed of warning from my pen Flirt carefully when you have the yen For certain broken hearts don't mend. Yours in silliness, Elrond Peredhil, 31
Peredhil Posted April 4, 2009 Author Report Posted April 4, 2009 1982. Forced rhymes and all. In Shadow Mountains stood Fangtooth old Grim holdfast of Powers bold, Long before man crossed the sea Fangtooth held iniquity. Man's first ships settled shore Aged forest hid stag and boar, Children played in jeweled sand Fangtooth brooded in deep heartland. Many years passed around the sun Complacent kings fought for fun, Simple men the lands still worked Evil still in Fangtooth lurked. A shadow grew in many heart Power threw a wicked dart: Nameless Terror stalked the land Fangtooth reached a withered hand. Deep on night it stalked the moors Pausing, whispering, testing doors, Friendly sun grew far away Terror's memories haunting day. With tempers short King questioned Mage But no advice could open cage, Fangtooth's spies told of shame and dearth And fled from echoing hideous mirth. One fated night the Shadow's walk Attracted to some laughing talk, A boy and puppy swam in play Heedless of the dying day. With sheep and dog the shepherd boy In simple hut lived, filled with joy. In forest depths without a care Near hidden lake deep Merrowmere. The Shadow came quick on the scene The dog and boy still washing clean, The innocence of naked state Fangtooth's Shadow swelled with hate. Rushing on the joyful glen A sight to frighten hardened men, Cloaked in shadows, Fangtooth's might The Nameless Terror rushed to fight. In sudden fright the puppy started Fleeing fight but no sooner parted From master's side when 'neath his coat A rush of love surged into throat. Turning in tracks with bounding leap The teeth bounded off, but Love struck deep, Beneath its hide the Shadow bleed And so from Puppy Love it fled. Armed with light wrath set the pace Boy and dog started chase, Through forest and mount, tireless hours They hunted Fear now stripped of powers. Wilder lands into Hills of Pain Followed shepherd boy and Terror's Bane, Higher still past Witches Fountains Secret paths to Shadow Mountains. Until at last through Gap of Hate The trail did end at Fangtooth's gate, Last refuge of the darkling Powers Poisoned rocks, thrusting towers. In plunged the two, wrath unbated Through shadowed halls where malice waited, Silence's reign now was shattered Cross midnight stones sandals clattered. Into dark pierced now the light The boy's hand was strong, eyes were bright, While through his song wove words of might A shield of Love repelled the Fright. The hideous scenes long kept in dark, Hewed in stone, a grim hand's work, Crumbled pits to test the daring The boy passed by with steps unerring. Singing words of evil, black Powers cold; Chants of terror remain here untold. Above them all there rang the pride, Of Fangtooth's Master, never tried. For many hero or wizened mage, Had fallen to the lesser rage Of henchlings song or subtle snare Of promised help or deep despair. Not one endured to find his way To Fangtooth's 'neath light of day, Some fought for pride, some for glory Others for reasons untold in story. All had carried deep with in A knowledge of some buried sin, A deadly seed brought to flower In hero's heart by Fangtooth's power. The brightest sword, the greatest spell One by one they fought and fell Into the pages turned into past For want of hand or heart steadfast. Filled with memory of victories long, Fangtooth's Powers swelled in song, Some offered glory, a flashing sword, Or loves in chains; deceptive words. They wove bright webs of glistening sights, Fairy palaces filled with lights; They tried dark tales of loved ones pained Or glories lost and honors stained. One by one voice rose and tried, To find the flaw hid deep inside The boy that came, for they were sure No mortal lad could be that pure. On and on the shepherd came He wept at those that offered pain, He gave to fear no passing thought, Too young for lust - he answered naught. One by one they tried and failed As simple love and trust prevailed Until at last was only Master Seeped in hatred, life's disaster. With bright eyes the Powers waited The conclusion certain, outcome fated Dark's final song would now be heard By faithful dog and young shepherd. The Master rose with glittering eye And towered high into the sky Pale loathsome hands, face alabaster, Clad in power, now sang the Master. "Against your might I can't prevail, I surrender throne and rune-forged veil, I've waited long for you to come, The messenger of distasteful love," "I yield it all and all my forces You I'll teach in long discourses, How to rule and use the power Fangtooth's might is yours this hour." The Powers choked on rage and fear What words were these? What did they hear? The one they'd served wore craven's brand Submitting to a child's hand? The shepherd trembled and lowered head With such power he could rule instead Bring joy and light to darkened halls, Bring peace and love to tear down walls. Surely he could help the lands! His bent face studied suntanned hands, While patiently the Master knelt Ending song, stone heart did melt. In limp hand thrust a nose appealing Growling at the figure kneeling The light of love in flash laid bare: The Master had cast a final snare! With rising anger boy say the pit Sung with power and subtle wit, Truly eviller and mightier than all Had been Master of Fangtooth's hall. Unshakable knowledge of truth and light Renewed the boy in power and sight, Into the silence the young voice rang A song of love and hope he sang. His voice raised strong, a vision of life, Ruled by truth, untouched by strife, With guiding warmth from Power above That made the sun and earth with love, That'd touched the life of shepherd boy Had filled young depths with strength of joy Who guarded from all hate and care The forest beside deep Merrowmere. Of Man's potentials, simple strength, Rooted in youth, grown up at length, Of long sea voyages from afar Man's future made a rising star. "Light's new reign takes none of old Rejecting darkness' foul mold New foundations are being cast Darkness shan't be allowed to last!" The boy sang on, his voice a fire Driving back the Master Liar, Wounding deep with every word The Master of the Fangtooth brood. Until at last the stained walls battered Dark's last stronghold fell and shattered Fangtooth crumbled before the word of loyal dog and young shepherd. In Shadow Mountains lies Fangtooth's ruin torn by time its hoards lie strewn, Over grassy mounds feed fleecy sheep While shepherds guard from sunlit keep.
Peredhil Posted April 6, 2009 Author Report Posted April 6, 2009 10/27/1982 A sledding day A sledding song A swooshing slide It won't be long The snow is firm And fleecy white Our delighted screams As sleds we fight Quick 'round a trunk Racing down a trail Cold-bitten cheeks A cliff! We bail! Intrepid riders of the snow Ignoring winter's bite Warming hands 'round hot cocoa Breath steaming out so white.
Peredhil Posted April 6, 2009 Author Report Posted April 6, 2009 a stream of conscious nonsense write. 10/14/1982 Twas nigh unto a short-sheep's toe When battled Fred and Little Moe They fought with leers They fought with haste They beat each other with library paste. Into the Autumn gloom was spent Another blow, another feint A battle of consuming rage Soon arms tired of punches made And so they switched to lemon-aide. Spring has come while cats meow Little Moe wipes fevered brow Frantic Fred wearily sighs a sigh Of days flown by; back to the struggle They renew the pace and begin to juggle. Fred drops a stitch on Little Moe's toes But bones self-knit, it's a zucchini throw A Custard pie Some Indian pork A Little Bighorn for just such work. The dawning day of New Year's End They reconcile to re-swear as friend They've forgotten the grievance They fought to redress It's still undressed, I now confess Their logical thinking (and yours too) Had badly bruised the tipsy canoe To escape further fighting And multiple contusions They jumped ship and landed conclusions. This poem is over, has passed season In its defense I claim no reason Its only thought Was to spank a Fancy (Want nude photos? Just ask Nancy. Where she got 'em I don't know.) But a well-rounded Fancy seems to glow...
Peredhil Posted April 6, 2009 Author Report Posted April 6, 2009 Ode to Pizza. I've written several poems and songs on this topic, dear to my heart. 10/15/1982 Mouth-watering cheese seasoned to taste Gooily combined with rich tomato paste Thin flakey crust delicate and light tiny little meatballs half out of sight. Pizza! Pizza! Our stomachs cry to you! Pizza! Pizza! Nothing else will do! your wafting smell incites desire With tons of Coke we quench the fire. Truly pizza's a gustatory delight It tastes so good when made just right I'm eating my pizza night after night! (And night after night after night after night...)
Peredhil Posted April 6, 2009 Author Report Posted April 6, 2009 hormones are a pain. 10/15/1982 Winsome lass A tiny mite Looks at me Eyes wide in fright, I smooth over The brief surprise mmm, deepest blue With gray-flecked eyes In such depths I long to sink long eyelashed Nose sweetly pink Fair smooth flesh Firm alabaster Heart-breaking wench Leads to disaster Long slender legs Large natural breasts Sharp-edged tongue Full of jests. She lifts me up Or casts me down With winning smile or too-cute frown She's the woman I'm helpless against The tragedy is She doesn't exist!
Peredhil Posted April 6, 2009 Author Report Posted April 6, 2009 This prolly belongs in the Scarlett Pen... 10/10/1982 Velvet-voiced Propositioned ear, Lips so wet Lips so near. Trembling sighs Sweet caress Quivering thighs Silken dressed. Passion's moans Inarticulate gasps Fleshed bones to bones The lovers clasp. Arched back face Half-spoken pleas Tortured pace Sweet fingers tease... Heaving breasts Surrendering release Surging... crests! Subsides to peace.
Peredhil Posted April 6, 2009 Author Report Posted April 6, 2009 A typical winter mood poem 12/20/1982 I write these words they fill my mind With unsated longings, relief hard to find. A flickering flame, a growing vine Fire-lit bodies in love entwined. I need to give, to share, to thrust These growing thoughts in which I trust You'll share a moment's thought and smile Listen to my song; please stay a while. Faerie towers thrust to the sky, A gentle mother wipes child's eye, A new-grown check afraid to try, Teaming market-square: sell or buy? This terrible need to communicate Please give an hou and share the fate Of charming prince arrayed in style Listen to my song, please stay a while. Our bodies forget while minds soar free Together we'll glimpse eternity For your presence sweet, there's extra mile, Listen to my song, please stay a while.
Peredhil Posted April 6, 2009 Author Report Posted April 6, 2009 Written to a young Irish lass at the 1982 World's Fair in Knoxville TN. On a whim I wrote her this and had a button made of her face which I wore at work. She asked me out and I was too tired after the final day to go! 06/14/1982 Red red hair Frames freckled face, Even white smile Causes blood to race, Apparition named Tracy - Can you be true? Such beauty given flesh, So fresh and new. An information girl Seated in narrow booth, Handles with grace Many visitors (uncouth), Crisp white dress With string black tie, Covers pert young form - Brings unhidden sigh. The World's Fair may end But I have her picture, Pleasure of meeting Tracy Has made 1982 richer, The button on my chest Shows her smiling face, Proof positive manifest My claims I based.
Peredhil Posted April 6, 2009 Author Report Posted April 6, 2009 Another winter song. 11/29/1983 People stride by, all uncaring Unaware that I'm here staring They pas my doors and scurry away Turning their collars against the day. ᅟ But in my room I watch them go ᅟ Restless mice afraid to slow ᅟ Afraid to laugh, afraid to play ᅟ Afraid of night, afraid of day ᅟ From my window I still perceive ᅟ The tangled fates their small lives weave ᅟ A Gordian Knot of fears they live ᅟ Afraid to take, afraid to give... The trees, they grow and fight for life Yet fight no wars and breed no strife On sunlit days the bark feels warm Secure yet scarred from weathered storm. ᅟ Outside my room I watch them grow ᅟ Sucking strength from far below ᅟ They feel no pain, fuel no hate ᅟ They feel no love, nor celebrate ᅟ From my view I yet perceive ᅟ Life has more than growing leaves ᅟ Trees so tall, thrusting to the sky ᅟ Higher emotions pass them by... In his mansion the rich man hoards A thousand jewels over which he lords Gold-chased bed and porcelain vase Yet not content with what he has. ᅟ From my room I see his greed ᅟ He has no friends: an aching need ᅟ From his trap is no remission ᅟ His love is lack, want and suspicion ᅟ In my sight I now perceive ᅟ Love needs trust, not fear of thieves ᅟ A store laid up beyond the sky ᅟ What value earth's stores, when we die? The beggar whines and claws at coat A pitying tear catches in my throat Yet when I share what I have to offer Rejects living waters for coin-filled coffer. ᅟ From my door I watch and grieve ᅟ People search while the world deceives ᅟ Offered joy, they seek for fun ᅟ Look for hope, when life is done ᅟ Yet in my heart I can perceive ᅟ A way to life, if they'd believe ᅟ A way to life all might achieve ᅟ If Word of God they'd just believe... In from of my door they all pass by No hope in eyes, afraid to cry Can truth and light pierce waxen ear? They might believe if they could hear - I leave my room and end my sight The time as come to speak with might To teach a word that doesn't lie To offer choice before they die... To offer choice, before they die...
Cheyenne Posted May 15, 2012 Report Posted May 15, 2012 Written for Cheyenne at the Seekers of Babylon board. Published in a International Society of Poets compilation book. I knew I'd find you here As I ventured out to explore I've hurt, My friend, my oh so Dear - Innocence shaken to the core. But I knew you'd wait – you must! My paragon of friendship true The memory of your stalwart trust Has helped to bring me through. As I wandered far and wide I never slipped your anchor I swallowed tears I might have cried Chose wisdom 'stead of rancor. And if I had the strength to roam And found strength to never fear – It's 'cause you were safe at home I knew I'd find you here. I love this!
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