{"id":103114,"date":"2017-05-02T23:09:36","date_gmt":"2017-05-03T04:09:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?p=103114"},"modified":"2017-05-02T23:09:36","modified_gmt":"2017-05-03T04:09:36","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-44","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/2017\/05\/02\/103114-the-great-hall-of-poets-44\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"Welcome to The Great Hall of Poets, our regular monthly feature showcasing the talent of Middle-earth fans. Each month we will feature a small selection of the poems submitted, but we hope you will read all of the poems that we have received here in our\u00a0Great Hall of Poets<\/a>.<\/p>\n

So come and join us by the hearth and enjoy!<\/span><\/p>\n

If you have a Tolkien\/Middle-earth inspired poem you\u2019d like to share, then send it to\u00a0poetry@theonering.net<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>One poem per person may be submitted each month. Please make sure to proofread your work before sending it in. TheOneRing.net is not responsible for poems posting with spelling or grammatical errors.<\/em><\/p>\n

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\u201cBoromir\u2019s Redemption\u201d<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by David McG.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cI held the sword that was broken..and it forbade a terrible fate.<\/p>\n

In Imladris I took counsel. Whilst it\u2019s tidings I heeded to late.<\/p>\n

Though stronger than spells out of Mordor, a token I let take my heart.<\/p>\n

Now Doom is indeed close at hand , comes the Bane of my forebearers lore!<\/p>\n

Leads the Halflings to stand by me in frozen fear\u2026.<\/p>\n

And watch as I fall to the floor.
\nOut from the trees comes my nemesis. With the twisted blind hate of his kind.<\/p>\n

Here to bend fate for his Master designs. To take back the \u2018token\u2019 I thought mine.<\/p>\n

But fate has awakened my heritage. My pride has been tempered at last!<\/p>\n

The Halflings\u2026.my friends, my companions. Will not fall to Mordors Dark past.<\/p>\n

Though\u2026. pierced\u2026.. with blacks shafts\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026.that bring me \u2026\u2026.to \u2026..<\/p>\n

my\u2026\u2026<\/p>\n

fall.
\nTo my last!<\/p>\n

I have given\u2026 my all\u2026\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

~~ * ~~<\/p>\n

Oh Humble Lad, Oh Loyal Friend<\/strong><\/h4>\n

By: Mitch P.<\/em><\/p>\n

Oh humble lad oh loyal friend,
\nWhat dreams you dream of journeys end.
\nYour focus fades to stories told,
\nOf heroes bold and magic old.<\/p>\n

Best now for you to focus view,
\nOn what is good for me and you.
\nOn cabbages that leafy grow,
\nOn taters that spring from below.<\/p>\n

For tending life is no small thing,
\nA nobler cause life couldn\u2019t bring.
\nNurturing the land you know,
\nYou give your love so things may grow.<\/p>\n

With busy hands beneath good soil,
\nYour mind still drifts towards hero\u2019s toil.
\nNo harm you think to, now and then,
\nDream of dragons, elves, and men.<\/p>\n

A good day passes, as it will,
\nAs night approaches cups do fill.
\nFor working hard is fine indeed,
\nBut finer still is day\u2019s end mead.<\/p>\n

As stories pass from friends and kin,
\nMerry making does begin.
\nYour place, you think, is only here,
\nAmong your friends and family dear.<\/p>\n

No need for life away from home,
\nNo need to wonder or to roam.
\nAt last you stumble to your bed,
\nOn pillow soft you rest your head.<\/p>\n

But something pulls you from your rest,
\nWhat is it that you haven\u2019t guessed.
\nYou strain your mind, then thoughts emerge,
\nOh dear, forgot to trim the verge!<\/p>\n

Racing now in drunken haze,
\nTo fix before his master\u2019s gaze.
\nThe flowers by his window sill,
\nTrimmed neatly, will look better still.<\/p>\n

But something odd you see ahead,
\nYour master isn\u2019t in his bed.
\nSo quiet now you must complete,
\nThe task for which you\u2019ve set your feet.<\/p>\n

But odder still is what you hear,
\nPerhaps, you think, I\u2019ll bend my ear.
\nBut what you hear s\u2019 hard to believe,
\nYou should of never dropped no eves.<\/p>\n

This tale you hear, it feels so wrong,
\nNothing like an elven song!
\nWhat\u2019s worse, they speak as if it\u2019s real,
\nYour fear becomes hard to conceal.<\/p>\n

One nervous rustle, then a whack!
\nAnd here you are, flat on your back,
\nWith elden eyes he stares you down,
\nYour master watches with a frown.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve heard too much\u201d, his voice does surge,
\nHe doesn\u2019t believe you about the verge!
\nHe says he knows just what to do,
\n\u201cWhere Frodo goes, you\u2019re going too!\u201d<\/p>\n

So off you go, the road ahead,
\n\u201cDon\u2019t ever lose him\u201d s\u2019 all he said,
\nHow very odd that work would lead,
\nTo what you thought you didn\u2019t need.<\/p>\n

So sure you were that home was best,
\nIn wildest dreams you\u2019d never guessed,
\nThat you of all would play a part,
\nIn tales you\u2019ve held so close to heart.<\/p>\n

Now far from home and all that\u2019s right,
\nFated now to face the night.
\nA dream come true, your tales begin,
\nMuch farther than you\u2019ve ever been.<\/p>\n

~~ * ~~<\/p>\n

*My apologies for posting April’s submissions a few days late, unfortunately I’ve been ill for the last couple of weeks. \u00a0I look forward to seeing your poems for May. Cheers Kelvarhin x*<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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