I know that had fate not intervened.
You would be here enjoying this with me.
Standing in line with your family and friends.
Waiting for the Hobbit to begin.
I bet you got an eagle eye view.
Watched them create magic.
Did you walk around New Zealand,
Traveling the path of the Fellowship?
Did you stand in that theater,
Laughing along with us?
Enjoying the adventure,
As if you never left us.
And when I finally see you.
And I wrap you in a hug.
Will you laugh and tell me,
Who was your favorite Dwarf?
I am told that Bilbo, before his
Adventures began, would walk, the
Shire to seek the queen of the fungi.
To search was the compulsion.
Driven by taste, for the mysterious
Fruit of the forest floor.
When asked, he would say,
To savour the wild delight has nothing to compare,
To the humble taste of a spud, or sprout,
Just an ecstasy of unparalleled delight.
Knowing you have found the woody nutty treasure.
Of the queen of the forest floor.
Tis the biggest adventure a hobbit needs
To test his might against the mighty mushroom.
But then he had yet to meet ...
A wizard and a dwarf.
© Nick Strong 2014
my face turns red with fixation
a salutation of relaxation
a said abstinence and forethought
a single dash a blood cot
hi friends lets take a ride
through cleavage and formaldehyde
listen close and hear me fast
a story featuring evaporated glass
a silly one with a Danish hen
my rented confidant, can the commercial begin?
hike to your tents or leaky windows and such
a fifth wheel sex drive with a broken clutch
a Camelot essence and gasoline key
I break those coins deliberately
and they know it comes from and what is at steak
jimmy jacovi, icing on the cake
The voice of silk,
The eye of the devil,
Breather of fire,
Killer of many.
Smaug the dragon,
Sitting in his gold,
The figure of fear,
In the legends of old.
One little hobbit,
Confronts the dragon,
The king on his throne.
"Come, Mr. Frodo!
I can't carry it for you,
But I can carry you."
"There's some good in this world,
Mr. Frodo, and it's worth fighting for."
Where would a Hobbit be
Were he struggling alone
Without the tugging hands of
True and loyal friend?
How would a hobbit
Stand a hope
Had he to face the evils
In his world on his own?
How high would any hobbit
Struggle Mordor's smoking sides
Neck bound around,
Burdened with golden ring
Whispering its seduction...
A ring so powerful
As to rule us all?
Keep the fire bright as stars
singe their hairy feet clean
a Hobbit is bigger then a rabbit
and three times as tasty
The best kind are near Mirk Wood
they are plump juicy and yummy
and as you put them to flame
they inadvertently call for mummy
Oh what joy on dark trollish evenings
to share a morsel or two with friends
eat those Baggins squirming kind
saving their chubby legs to the end
Come toast a hobbit with me
they do as well as chicken
see how many your tummy
will if you try hard to fit in
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
we talked yesterday of tidying
cupboards, placing soaps in tins,
prepare for winter.
polish the wooden horse
on wheels, sweep
the steps, feel the still
warm air of autumn.
down the lane they mend
the roof. i had a visitor.
she saw the logs ready,
lost her way on exit.
they say it is a hobbit house.