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All That is Gold Does Not Glitter
by J. R. R. Tolkien
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
I Sit and Think
by J. R. R. Tolkien
I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall never see.
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.
On January 12, 1892 Arthur Reuel Tolkien and his wife Mabel Tolkien welcomed their son John Ronald Reuel Tolkien into their family. The family lived in Bloemfontein, South Africa, where Arthur managed a British bank. Two years after Tolkien's birth the couple welcomed their second child, Hilary, into the family. Arthur passed away, while Tolkien was still a toddler. After Arthur's death his mother moved them all back to England.Tolkien's mother was a devout Catholic and both boys remained Catholic throughout their lives. Tolkien lost his mother in 1904. After her death Tolkien and his brother were shipped off to live with his aunt in West Midlands. The boys’ aunt was only a short term living situation, she was not sympathetic to her nephews misfortune. Father Francis Morgan, stepped in and took over the material and spiritual welfare of both boys.
In 1908 Tolkien attend Oxford where he met Edith Bratt. Edith was three years older than Tolkien and Father Morgan was against the relationship from the beginning. Tolkien’s first poem “The Battle of the Eastern Field,” was published in 1911 in The King Edward's School Chronicle. “From the many-willow'd margin of the immemorial Thames,” was published in 1913. Followed by "Over Old Hills and Far Away" in 1915 and "Habbanan Beneath the Stars" in 1916. In 1915 Tolkien was awarded First Class Honours degree in English Language and Literature. When Tolkien turned 21 he wrote a letter to Edith asking her to marry him. In 1916 he married Edith. During WW I Tolkien served in the army and saw action on the Somme. When he returned home he was suffering from shell shock.
In 1918 Tolkien joined the staff of New English Dictionary and one year later he became a freelance tutor in Oxford. He went on to be a teacher at the University of Leeds. Then in 1925 he became Professor of Anglo-Saxon at Oxford University. In 1930, with some fellow writers and friends, which included C.S. Lewis, Charles Williams, Tolkien formed an informal literary group called The Inklings. The group met on Tuesdays at lunch and read aloud their drafts and other works. The group meetings became known as part of the social life at Oxford. They meet all the way up until William's death in 1945, then over the next few years, the group started to fade out.
In 1937 Tolkien published “The Hobbit” at 45 years old. He would spend many years developing the history of Middle Earth and wouldn't publish the Lord of the Rings until he was in his 60’s. His motivation for creating Middle Earth arose from his fascination in myths and folklore. In 1945 Tolkien was appointed Merton Professor of English at Oxford. He held that position until retiring in 1959. His scholarly works included studies on Chaucher in 1934 and an edition of Beowulf in 1937.
The lord of the rings was published in October 20, 1955. It became popular in America in the mid 1960’s. Other poems by Tolkien include "Poem for Rosalind Ramage," published in 1964. Followed by "Once upon a Time," published in 1965 and "Bilbo's Last Song," published in 1966. In 1968 Tolkien and his wife moved to Bournemouth. In 1971 Edith passed away and Tolkien moved back to Oxford. Tolkien received, Commander of the Order of the British Empire by Queen Elizabeth II on March 28th, 1972. John Ronald Reuel Tolkien, passed away on September 2, 1973.
The Man in the Moon Came Down Too Soon
by J. R. R. Tolkien
There is an inn, a merry old inn
beneath an old grey hill,
And there they brew a beer so brown
That the Man in the Moon himself came down
one night to drink his fill.
The ostler has a tipsy cat
that plays a five-stringed fiddle;
And up and down he saws his bow
Now squeaking high, now purring low,
now sawing in the middle.
The landlord keeps a little dog
that is mighty fond of jokes;
When there's good cheer among the guests,
He cocks an ear at all the jests
and laughs until he chokes.
They also keep a hornéd cow
as proud as any queen;
But music turns her head like ale,
And makes her wave her tufted tail
and dance upon the green.
And O! the rows of silver dishes
and the store of silver spoons!
For Sunday there's a special pair,
And these they polish up with care
on Saturday afternoons.
The Man in the Moon was drinking deep,
and the cat began to wail;
A dish and a spoon on the table danced,
The cow in the garden madly pranced
and the little dog chased his tail.
The Man in the Moon took another mug,
and then rolled beneath his chair;
And there he dozed and dreamed of ale,
Till in the sky the stars were pale,
and dawn was in the air.
Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat:
'The white horses of the Moon,
They neigh and champ their silver bits;
But their master's been and drowned his wits,
and the Sun'll be rising soon!'
So the cat on the fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,
a jig that would wake the dead:
He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,
While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:
'It's after three!' he said.
They rolled the Man slowly up the hill
and bundled him into the Moon,
While his horses galloped up in rear,
And the cow came capering like a deer,
and a dish ran up with the spoon.
Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle;
the dog began to roar,
The cow and the horses stood on their heads;
The guests all bounded from their beds
and danced upon the floor.
With a ping and a pang the fiddle-strings broke!
the cow jumped over the Moon,
And the little dog laughed to see such fun,
And the Saturday dish went off at a run
with the silver Sunday spoon.
The round Moon rolled behind the hill,
as the Sun raised up her head.
She* hardly believed her fiery eyes;
For though it was day, to her surprise
they all went back to bed!
Thank you all!
Stormy Lady
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A full moon races across a star-lit field
Trees whisper to each other
The storyteller sits around the bonfire
As the flames jump and burn bright
Weaving truths into her tale
A story yet told 'bout an unseen world
Held in mystery and magick
Beyond the sea and across a median
Dark forces behold in the lush forest
A castle sits within a green meadow
The land seized by an evil sorcerer
And his horde of grotesque trolls
The knights of old charging into battle
The wizard takes his staff in hand
Mist raises from the ground.
From the air a new assault
Fire rains from up above
Pixies scream in delight
As the dragons roar through the sky
The evil is burned away
Light has prevailed over darkness
Peace and love return to stay
Fairies dance in the moonlight
Gargoyles sit high upon stone
Guarding the grassland from harm
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1) You must use the words I give in a poem or prose with no limits on length.
2) The words can be in any order and anywhere throughout the poem and can be any form of the word.
3) All entries must be posted in your portfolio and you must post the link in this forum, "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest" [ASR] by August 12, 2017.
4) The winner will get 3000 gift points and the poem will be displayed in this section of the newsletter the next time it is my turn to post (August 16, 2017)
The words are:
descend, murky, summoned, claws, headstones, willow, creek, fog
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