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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425383" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Sang of Contests after J R R Tolkien I Sang of Leaves</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I SANG OF CONTESTS<br>I sang of contests, contests' gold, and judge's golden cue: <br>pre-writes I sang, for auld lang syne approaching New Year too.<br>Beyond all fun, loon tale begun, mouth foaming - all could see -<br>strand by strand planned with pen in hand there fanned fair poetry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath gold goblets' make-believe on Author's Page it shone, <br>in AP fame - what's in a name? - fall follows on home run.<br>Long list of golden goblets kissed have grown through branching years, <br>although one's true priorities now fall as Elven tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet centrefold of contest colds leave seldom leafy day -<br>though total contest numbers fall still stream themed entries' play.<br>Who contests hold too long may scold this entry evermore, <br>for fading crown comes tumbling down, as old year's at death's door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This contest called for varied form expressing old ideas, <br>forlorn feels separation shorn from source when disappears<br>links pre-existent we may think when inking stanzas neat, <br>when in an twinkling inkling shine upon some pristine sheet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Breeze, here today, tomorrow's play finds frozen as if time<br>suspended flight, ere endless night engulfed joy's pantomime.<br>But if of trophies I should sing, what gold would come to me, <br>what recompense reward tight rhymed write's light dexterity? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Parody J R R TOLKIEN I Sang of Leaves<br>25 December 2009<br>robi03_1942_tolk01_0011 PXX_IXX<br>llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll <br>I SANG OF LEAVES<br>I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew: <br>Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.<br>Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea, <br>And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.<br>Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone, <br>In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.<br>There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years, <br>While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.<br>O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day; <br>The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.<br>O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore<br>And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.<br>But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me, <br>What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">J.R.R. Tolkien<br> llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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Beyond all fun, loon tale begun, mouth foaming - all could see -
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