The cats have run away to hide.They do not wish to go for a ride.Oh, no I won’t! the wise cat sings–Rides generally arrive at unpleasant thingslike trimming of claws and shots in the assand minor surgeries… Thanks, I’ll pass!The cats are crouching in unlikely placeswith wide opal eyes and resentful faces: Under the sofa they’d rather …
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Tolkien Tribute w/ a nod to P. Jackson: DUET
Merry to Pippin You are a menace, Pippin Took,the way that mischief follows you,as impulse prompts the things you do–Sometimes you’re begging to be shook!Oh, Pippin, you are such a lad!You’re never meaning to be bad,You’re into every niche and nookwithout a thought of what comes nextand when it does, you’re so perplexed!You can’t not …
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Aotearoa
SilverThe ferns, of coursebut too the skythe clouds and air betweenSun on misty rains:Silver gracedwith rainbows…silver-bright the sun,the sharp-cut shadesedges of treesagainst the blue, grey, white…Silver the starsSouthern Cross and Milky Wayon deepest night…Silverthe moon in all its phasesdashing across the waters,inviting path…Silver the watersday or night–moving, gleaming, glittering…Black swans flyingover the satin moireSilver reflecting …
Tolkien Tribute: Suddenly, You
In the shadowof the forestlost,and hiding,runningfrom the echoinganguish.chaosclashingof armies embattledbesieging my mind…suddenly–sunderedall of it…! O Nightingale!You–singing,dancing in the gladein gladnessdraw mefrom war’s clamour,it’s darknessit’s despair…The whole of my worldthey werebut suddenly–Youare there! Dancing like down,upon the air,upon the melodyof the Nightingale,in moonlight–casting shadow out,making roomin my heartto hold the wonderthe mysterythe magicof your music,of your danceandYou.All …
Hunter’s Moon
a paleolithic winter’s tale Wind rises, the sun is pale;Leaves go brilliant and finally pall;Wise creatures burrow deepseeking the peace and safety of sleepand the snow begins to fall… The People see the summer failand gather closer to the fire;Meat is smoked against the dayswhen going to hunt no longer pays:The blue smoke rises ever …
Tolkien Tribute: Erebor
Born of fire, the Mountain rose, alone amid the plain,and stood there steaming for an age, cooling in the rainthat fell and gathered in stream and pool and marshes, fen and pond until a lake lay at its feet, and stretched over the lands beyond. Came a hearty race of wandering folk that sheltered there …
Tolkien Tribute again: The Duel
Two persons met on a narrow trail, one short, one tall, and neither frail.The wizard flourished his magic staff–“Now, let me by and don’t be daft!”The hobbit stood firm, he was no fool–and that was the start of their magic duel. I bend my back to look up at you, in your great tall hat …
Tolkien Tribute in honor of Frodo’s & Bilbo’s Birthday!
These next two poems are pantoums, a minstrel’s form, intended to be sung and designed to be remembered. It is a form most suited to Hobbits, who, according to Tolkien, enjoy playing with words and forms in their poetry. THE GUEST OF HONOR Old Bilbo Baggins is eleventy-one!For a hobbit, indeed a respectible age.Though he loves …
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Raw: Tennis for the Blind
I played the game, took my side of the net and playedthe best I couldthe best I knewlobbed ball after ballgood shots, all…good volleys, you could hear my laughter, I could hear your smile…even when the ball did not return. And still I playedand played… I served at lastthe last ball that I hadand waited…listened …
Raw: Song and Thunder
Voice of eagle,Voice of larkrising through a skywith storm clouds darkand brilliantthe silver dashing rainabout to fall… Harmonics building slowout of the mighty stones: deep thunderfrom earth’s very center groans… Bright song piercescrying angel-high; God-profundoout of abyssal silencesuddenly was always there… Duet sublimeas Life and Deathare One. May 2011
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