{"id":105352,"date":"2018-08-01T05:27:28","date_gmt":"2018-08-01T10:27:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?p=105352"},"modified":"2018-08-01T05:27:28","modified_gmt":"2018-08-01T10:27:28","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-59","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/2018\/08\/01\/105352-the-great-hall-of-poets-59\/","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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THE SONG OF YAVANNA AND THE GOLDEN TREE<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by:\u00a0Brian Huseland \u00a9 2018<\/em><\/p>\n

O Sun which rises in the east, and sails across the sky:
\nFinal fruit of the Golden Tree, and sign of hope nearby.
\nTo west, O west, it draws our hearts, and with it, travel high,
\nTo Kementari\u2019s pastures growing gold till death may die.<\/p>\n

The sun, in blessing Arda, spends her strength to make it warm\u2026
\nFor trees and fields of Middle-earth, for crops of wheat and corn,
\nAll fruit that swells on bough and vine, let songs our hearths adorn.
\nThose who love the Sun do love the Tree from which \u2018twas born.<\/p>\n

Earth! O Middle-earth, whose soil so long the Wise defended
\nBy quiet care, its gifts to share, its wounds we\u2019ve kindly mended,
\nThough trouble stirs in evil\u2019s acre, gardens we have tended,
\nThat from these labors, all may find the Golden Tree befriended.<\/p>\n

The beauty of water quenches the thirst of the verdant vine and hops,
\nAnd the laughter of streams and the sweat of men produce abundant crops.
\nO Kementari, bless these fields and orchards with many raindrops
\nThat the Golden Tree may grow from sea to misty mountaintops.<\/p>\n

O Golden Tree! Yavanna sang you, shaped you, mourned your dying;
\nRejoic\u00e9d when its scion, Sun, shone Light (the Dark defying);
\nShe likewise saw the fruit of the Sun was to all Men satisfying,
\nAnd looks for fruit of gratitude, rising to Lands Undying.<\/p>\n

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

Noldolante<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by:\u00a0Xiuqi H<\/em><\/p>\n

O in my dreams I visited the old kingdoms again,
\nWestward now under the Sea:
\nNagothrond beside the mighty Narog,
\nGondolin, a jewel among the snowy peaks,
\nTol-Sirion and halls of Vinyamar,
\nStrongholds of Hithlum and Himring,
\nArd-Galen where battle cries and war horns long echoed.
\nCities in proud array and banners freely unfurled!
\nRivers loud and merry and towers tall as hills! –
\nThe glory was brief as a day;
\nThe lamentations that followed were bitter and long.
\nGreat kings and noble lords,
\nRouted, slaughtered, betrayed, despaired;
\nBy grief maddened, in madness sought death.
\nBrittle were they as dry reeds in a winter frost,
\nSwiftly broken, yet never cowered or bent.
\nSo our youth passed as one long fair spring,
\nIts summer lost in great flames of darkness,
\nAnd the ashes of autumn, mingled with winter snow,
\nDrift by hidden places where harp strings are frozen and silent:
\nFor all have passed west over the Sea
\nTo a long twilight and a long sleep,
\nAnd no second spring will come again.<\/p>\n

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

The Dead of Dunharrow<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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

Who comes to disturb our rest?
\nWho dares to enter our hall?
\nWhose voice does the silence seek to break ?
\nAre you the one to whom we answer the call?<\/p>\n

The way is shut.<\/em>
\nIt was made by those who are Dead.<\/em>
\nAnd the Dead keep it.<\/em>
\nUntil the time comes<\/em>
\nThe way is shut.<\/em><\/p>\n

Eons we’ve waited to repent our shame.
\nIn twilight forgotten and lost.
\nAwaiting the call from Isildurs last heir.
\nWhose allegiance we forsook to our cost<\/p>\n

The way is shut.<\/em>
\nIt was made by those who are Dead.<\/em>
\nAnd the Dead keep it.<\/em>
\nUntil the time comes<\/em>
\nThe way is shut.<\/em><\/p>\n

Redemption we seek to salvage some honour
\nFinal rest from the curse of the stone
\nAt Erech we will meet to renew our vow
\nThat this King will not fight alone!<\/p>\n

The way is shut.<\/em>
\nIt was made by those who are Dead.<\/em>
\nAnd the Dead keep it.<\/em>
\nUntil the time comes<\/em>
\nThe way is shut.<\/em><\/p>\n

We will follow out into the night now
\nWe will march with this King to the sea
\nWe will open all paths blocked before him
\nWe bring terror and fear as our key!<\/p>\n

The way is open.<\/em>
\nIt was made by those who are Free.<\/em>
\nAnd the Free keep it.<\/em>
\nThe time has come<\/em>
\nThe way is open!.<\/em><\/p>\n

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

A Riddle<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by:\u00a0Lynne H.<\/em><\/p>\n

Most all guysThey hurts our eyes,
\nThey just don\u2019t care.
\nDwarves won\u2019t comb beard,
\nRangers smell weird,
\nSo hard to bear.
\nBut Elven folk
\nGreat joy provoke:
\nSo nice! So fair!
\nAnd now we wish-<\/p>\n

Quiver ever on his shoulder;
\nBeneath dark eyebrows elf-eyes smolder;
\nFew words he speaks, never fatigues,
\nImmortal, wise, can see for leagues.
\nWon\u2019t sink in snow;
\nA joy to know;
\nSuch pointy ears!<\/p>\n

Dramatic stare ever-sending;
\nSupply of arrows never ending;
\nThinks that lembas is a treat
\nThinks that it\u2019s a useful feat
\nTo surf down things;
\nAnd fights for rings
\n(From all we hears)
\nCan\u2019t muss his hair.
\nSo blond, so fair!<\/p>\n

What a joy to meet!
\nTo come across
\nA Legolas!
\nThat would be sweet.<\/p>\n

~~ * ~~<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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