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Payton 4d
Rock n’ roll music, Folger’s, and paint-smeared hands.
Dresser drawers filled to the brim with undeveloped camera film.
Blue bonnets and overgrown grass, pecans and crunching fall leaves.
Dirt roads and river-rocks, typewriters, polaroid cameras, and feather-quill pens.
Those hand-me-down blue eyes and brown ones that are “sometimes hazel.”
Crystal clusters and Lord of the Rings.
Countless mosquito bites and play-pretend games in the clubhouse.
Early-birds and night-owls.
Trudy; and Randy Hayes.
“Don’t touch everything you see,” and “If you say you’re bored, I’ll find work for you to do.”
Sweet tea and okra and southern dishes blackened and drenched in cheese or gravy.
Grandma always burned everything to make sure it was fully cooked, and to her, it was never burned, just “well-done.”
Cigarettes and carpentry and cookbooks. Wild blackberries and birthday parties at the lake.
Sleeping in all day and staying up all night and procrastination.  
Shepherd's Pie, potatoes, and four-leaf clovers.
“Nil Desperandum. Never Despairing.”  
I’m from a whole house that eats eggs for breakfast, and I’m allergic to eggs.
And trees as tall as buildings and buildings as tall as trees.
“You should never take the lord’s name in vain,” and “Jesus loves you, so you should love others.”
Day-dreams and stargazing and thunderstorms.
“All or nothing,” and “There is no try, only do.”
Old family pictures in dust-glittered frames.
We are crystals. We have facets, each one makes us who we are.
With only one window of our lives to express, we’d merely be glass.
I am a part of each of these things just as much as they are each a part of me.
This poem was written in 2017.
Tom Salter Jun 2020
Old man Oxford, plump
and merry in shape
and glee, a professor
of all things written
and green, his friends,
wooden and tall,
endowed him a pipe
of oaken skin, gilded
in bark and mirth, and
with this gift, he
smoked their leaves
and painted tales
of wondrous things,
each puff and ember
smithed his words,
carrying his thoughts
up high, where they
ventured in the golden
glitter of the sky, and
onto pages, forever,
in our minds, so,
thank you kind Tollers,
for you are the treasure
at the start of this
adventure.
Tangerine May 2020
𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃,
𝓉𝒽𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔,
𝓇𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝓎.
𝑅𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓁.
𝒜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔,
𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃.
-𝒯𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹 (𝟧𝑀𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈)

𝐹𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝒾𝓇,
𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓈𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝓎,
𝒯𝑒𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝓎?
𝒪𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓈, 𝒶 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹.
𝒯𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇'𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝑒𝓎𝑒.
-𝐸𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇 (𝟥𝟤 𝑀𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈)

𝐸𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈,
𝐿𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎,
𝐵𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓇𝓎,
𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓊𝑔𝒶𝓇 𝓅𝓁𝓊𝓂 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎.
𝐼𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒,
𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝓃𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝓉𝓉𝓎,
𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑔𝑔𝑒𝓇-𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎.
(𝓎𝑒𝓁𝓅𝓈)
-𝑀𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈 (𝟦𝟣 𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈)
I found these poems while I'm going through my posts in Nerd Fitness. This was when I started completing steps on the app, Walk to Mordor and I wrote poems when the mood strikes me after reaching a destination.
Azathoth Apr 2019
I am a prisoner to the rings magic,
As the elves sing a tale so tragic,
A fellowship of friends embark from the city of elves,
And on the path to a red glowing hell.

He gave me this ring with fear in his eyes,
A powerful magic that filled our heads with lies,
I must throw it into the fires of doom,
No matter the cost,
Leaving the shire, i must depart soon.
For I am a Baggins,
And we may wander,
But never get lost.

Look for me in the sky,
Look for me under the ground,
Look for me on the back of an eagle,
You will find me going westbound.
Just a small one about Frodo :)
Uta Jun 2018
She gave him with her cold elvish crystal hands,

a bottle of starlight,

that will protect him from the evil outside and it's poisoning blackness,

for it will show him that there will always be light in his life.

He gave her with his warm, ***** and damaged humanly hands,

a pearl from a shell, from its wavey sea,

of which men have traveled upon for many years.

It will remind her of what a man can give when having a clean and kind soul.

Till this day she has the pearl,

and it makes her smile,

every time when she sees it,

as if,

a human and an elf were meant to be,

a mortal with an immortal.
Comment and tell me what you think!

(the first short part was from Lord of The Rings when Galadriel gives Frodo a  small crystal bottle of liquid which contains the light of Eärendil's star in the water of Galadriel's fountain. Other is all made up ofc.)
"One to find,
...one to bring
One to bind,
..into everything."

Winter Sparrow Dec 2016
Here I sit, quietly and peacefully,
while the rest are out drinking,
planning their boring futures,
meeting their ‘soul mates’.

Here I sit, wondering and gazing,
how great my life would be,
If I got my Hogwarts letter at 11,
Experiencing the world of wizards.

Here I sit, thinking and guessing
How different my life would be
If I went fishing and found a rare gold ring,
A ring that would bring so much change in the world.

Here I sit, giggling and imagining
How different my life would be
If my best friend was Captain Jack Sparrow,
And live our lives plundering and sailing on open seas.

Here I sit, realising,
Its all a dream of mine,
Just wishful thinking.
About what could be.

Here I sit, not alone,
But with many like me
Wishing that this could be real.
Trying to create what isn't.
In a hand
Soft and small
A deadly band
To rule them all

My Master calls
Please don't let go
From hand I fall
Must this be so?

Down I go
Through dark and deep
Towards fire
And never ending sleep

The fire, it melts
My soul destroyed
My hope is gone
Here comes the void

For ever and after
Thus we remain
My Master and I
No longer twain
This is a poem about the ending of the Ring in The Lord of the Rings, from the Ring's point of view.
For those of you who are not familiar with the word, twain is an old term that means 'two'.
With a sigh you turn away
With a deepening heart
No more words to say
You will find that the world
Has changed forever

And the trees are now turning
From green to gold
And the sun is now fading
I wish I could hold you closer

Time and tide will sweep away.
Liv Tyler, from The Return of the King

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