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Incredible! Maybe die hard fans of Tolkien can learn Elvish entirely. This is interesting, but I listen to music in Latin more oftenTullyBascombe wrote: J.R. Tolkien did concoct an entire Elvish language for his works. Back in the 1960's, during the Tolkien craze, you could find copies of his Elvish dictionary and grammar in most local bookstores. I don't know where you'd need to look now.
And I think I have learnt even a few words 
Your poems are just awesome martendas !maartendas wrote:Go over to my websitesymphonica7 wrote:Does anyone have any original poems?!! Please post.....
But, since that's all in Dutch, here are some from when I was also writing in English (circa 2001/2002):
On a sad tomorrow
oh you that hide in deathbed falling
calling painted darkness day
remember only this, or nothing:
songbooks grace your land of clay
on a sad tomorrow
and you in
clouds and suits of grey be
calculating birds of prey
let words of madness stain your wings
this night holds worlds where nomads sing
slash your artless falsehood prison
crash like rivers on your way.
Further still
help me kiss
this earthbound sun,
that sailor's lantern, lifted high,
and carry forth my waking cry,
this nudist tune I somehow spun,
through valleys
deep as childhood sleep
and ruins void of laughter,
across the desert's thirsty reign
and plains of sweet hereafter
carry it lightly, like a gun,
a lance, a daring nightmare glance,
to where the haunted dogs all meet
in endless, yes defenceless streets,
and further still,
oh, further still,
to taunt the waves before they kill,
inside their suicidal run,
over graves and roads
unpaved, for
now our journey has begun,
painting stars
on virgin skies, rendering
our last good-byes.
Shores between
how these years
will tire on the sand,
watching parents growing
older still,
leaving us
as we set sail,
crooked like a waltz,
for shores unseen,
relentlessly, endlessly
dying inbetween,
keeping the lullabies that tried,
safely tucked inside
and warm,
so their withered
wisdom is
unable to hear
the hiss of this
blistered,
crazy storm,
preceding the calm,
parting eager palms
from strong forgiving hands.
And, especially for you symphonica:
When skies forbid
to still believe,
dare to see this
life achieved
laid bare in detailed music
hold your sweet
and dying heart,
caress it like a bird
take us and
awaken us
with symphonies unheard.
Thank you Murkskis. It is odd that they're on this forum because when I wrote them I was in a different place with my life than I am now. They feel a bit strange out in the open hereMurkskis wrote:
Your poems are just awesome martendas !
But these are ones that I still feel good about, although there are some more that have some really good parts but that I don't like as a whole anymore (it's like that with all of my older work).
Wow!!!!!! Awesome writing! Thanks for posting.maartendas wrote:Thank you Murkskis. It is odd that they're on this forum because when I wrote them I was in a different place with my life than I am now. They feel a bit strange out in the open hereMurkskis wrote:
Your poems are just awesome martendas !
