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Posted by: Haldur 21-May-2004, 05:13 PM |
The embrace of the music Living inside As a well of comfort And inner peace On the footsteps of giants Treading waters Long lost in shadows Far away now Their drums are beating Rhythms alive Time holds no bearing On the wild wings Where monoliths and tor Fall under stars In the night of music Lost in afar |
Posted by: Haldur 21-May-2004, 05:16 PM |
To not leave anyone out in the cold, I started this poem as an ode to the beauty that is the experience of listening to and making music! As a musician (vocals and acoustic guitar) I find it hard to fully express everything in one moment...the past couple weeks have been different in that I have been researching many different genres (not to mention, listened to!) and through that have grown as a musician! I was very excited and wanted to share this poem with the hook of getting everyone else's input on the music they listen to, create, record, and herald as their love! If you want, add your own thoughts (as I have) and feel free to write your own "ode" or "embrace" of music in your life! |
Posted by: urian 21-May-2004, 06:23 PM |
The french called it an exquisite corpse. An experiment in collective thinking. Drums resonate in the twilight Bringing dancers to the campire to let their shadows temp the flame Spirits rise as the pace quickens Souls soar with the nocturnal winds as ther drumming calls for ancient feelings now they are primal and uncontrolled Released in a frenzy of ecstacy Shadows make love to the flame pulling forth the old ways and old worlds and the drums play on as the dancers feel the embrace of the music |
Posted by: wizardofowls 21-May-2004, 08:57 PM |
Feet trip lightly o'er the ground As hearts beat in time to the rythym Lost in the rapture of losing themselves To the thumping drums and flickering flames Without thought to care or strife The dancers whirl and leap in celebration Knowing only joy, only peace Only the love of the music that prods them on (Not much of a poet... just wanted to give it a try! ) |
Posted by: Haldur 22-May-2004, 06:55 AM |
These are some great additions...I love the imagery and I can hear the sounds in both! Thank you and excellent work! Pulses ramble under the moonlit sky As eagles soar and spirits cry Never haunted but in their sleep Inside the rhythm our blood boils deep Feet in sand and tainted land Dry from autumn's death abode Not alone yet suffered still The fumes of industry sought to kill But the drums linger But the shadows falter And an inner force is born With the life of song |
Posted by: urian 23-May-2004, 12:20 PM |
As the drums fade and the flames flicker Pipes are rising in the west to summon forth the day Melodies bounce from leaf to leaf and tree to tree to invite life from its slumber to coerse those to embrace the dawn The piper talks with the birds and whistles with the cricketts Keeping time with their beats in perfetc syncronisity The sun hears the invitation and climbs from the nether world to join in the celebration the rebirth the new dawning The world is born again embraced by music (eh...) |
Posted by: Haldur 22-Jan-2005, 08:18 PM |
Thought I'd resurrect an old post...hope all will join in again in due time! I draw a line in the sand of light Twinkling stars aglow with wonder Many sleepless nights I lie awake And watch the northern border Upon the mounting waves I ride Drawing manna from the gods above As the moon resides upon the starry throne All the world embraces the order Of the sun She walks about the crystal waters A queen in robes of fin and gold The birth of night upon all wonder Between the stories the fishers told Into the cold of waking splendor Drawing power from the moon above In the cave where wolves stole blood And all is kindness and wonderful love Under the sun |
Posted by: Haldur 24-Jan-2005, 03:33 PM |
The flute and the lire In the circle 'round the fire Be it Autumn or the first of Spring Let the voices rise in the night In the night Far away in a emerald-clothed land Not so far away from my heart By the river wild we shall stand Far away but not apart ...that was a little blossom of a stream I discovered while listening to HR! Don't know where they come from, but they come! |
Posted by: urian 26-Jan-2005, 08:06 PM |
OOOOOOOOH! That Haldur I remembered this post..enjoyed it immensely. cant add anythign tonight(head headache) but I will later. |
Posted by: Haldur 26-Jan-2005, 09:08 PM |
How I missed this thread so, urian! Glad to see you back...hope your headache heals and you can post again soon! |
Posted by: Haldur 30-Jan-2005, 01:41 AM |
So as to not create a separate thread, I figure I'll use this one to post some of other poetry work. As most of my work is lyrically inspired anyway, figured this would be as good a place as any to post. Enjoy and keep posting here...I'd love to have more folks posting in this thread with me! |
Posted by: Haldur 30-Jan-2005, 01:45 AM |
Self-Destructing I'm trying hard not to fail But you just don't understand It broke the will of my body Though I gained the upper hand I'm losing face again I'm self-destructing from within We lived for years with the void We bought from pain and disease You felt deceived and annoyed It brought you down to your knees I fought so hard to break you free We are self-destructing I can't deny you Apart from life I'm going insane All this hiding Is crashing down on all that remains How do I live With these wounds you ignore? You can't fight it So what are you running for? |
Posted by: Haldur 30-Jan-2005, 01:47 AM |
[Self-Destructing, continued...] The fix don't give you relief But satisfies your intent To cross the lines of release And bleed your heart 'til its bent You don't need to wonder when The self-destructing ends (sorry about that, missed the rest of the song/poem as it was on the back of the page!) |
Posted by: Haldur 30-Jan-2005, 01:52 AM |
window of hell I've seen the face in the dark It surrounds all my nightmares And wades through my conscience As a horror, in black Help me now I can't see out Beyond the tainted well I'm at the window of hell He hears the perfect intent Through every spell in the fire He bears the burdens of death And wallows in our desire Upon death's door Seven tiny taps As of needles of ice Bleeding, ever needing more Sepulchre drowned Lost in the sacred spell Seeking the sharp-toothed hound Opening the window of hell |
Posted by: Haldur 30-Jan-2005, 02:01 AM |
the other night i had a dream and opened my eyes the shallow disguise a face of grey within the glass pale thoughts in the night don't turn out the light hearing my breath a vapor stood alone i did pass the wavering glass the sun arose through curtained panes awoke to the day the ghost ran away |
Posted by: Haldur 30-Jan-2005, 02:05 AM |
I've got a room with a door I'm having trouble leaving anymore There are beams of sunlight running down the walls And I try to sleep to make sense of it all I'll keep in touch in the meantime While I fool around, living this life Well I assure you I will be just fine In my box of a room where nobody dares to climb While all the lights are burnt out On the other side of town I can't sleep looking back I'll walk the hundred miles Just to fall face first at her door Underneath her window at the top of the world |
Posted by: Haldur 30-Jan-2005, 02:20 AM |
the morning Hear the war drums calling See the warriors falling The mountain's mist rolls through the dale Masking the horrible wail The smell of the forests burning A sense that the tide is turning Go run for the river shall guide you And shelter you all way through Sleep, my child for I'll find you there Sleep, my child and you never fear For the drums of war shall sound in the deep And I'll be with you, my child...sleep Feel the earth a trembling Leave this land remembering Your father met their swords with his sword And mind my every word Sleep, my child for I'll find you there Sleep, my child and you never fear For the drums of war shall sound in the deep All I'll be with you, my child...sleep I'll always be with you, my son Now, sleep |
Posted by: Haldur 30-Jan-2005, 02:22 AM |
I'm afraid that's all I'll post for now...I'm exhausted! |
Posted by: Haldur 30-Jan-2005, 07:24 PM |
the artist dissected if i could paint a painting of words each line a brushstroke of love no fear of mistake or rumors unheard but assurance of sunlight above i hear all the words and i see what i've made and i'm happy, fulfilled to be here all the songs i've not heard lest my hearing doth fade where i find her, the muse, walking near in all that i see, a walk on a bridge in the lamplight with rain falling slow cold breaths in the night on the wavering wind will awaken the dreams from below drip...drip the rain falls down and lingers upon my furrowing brow drip...drip the tears start to drown my worries and fears here and now |
Posted by: Haldur 04-Feb-2005, 08:37 PM |
rain falling down on our back porch trickles slow to the muddy grass i know it don't look like much but it keeps her captive like a flaw in glass if you should ever spy her wondering 'round these streets by the moonlight shimmering all around her is she real or is she fantasy? as the days get shorter she loses sleep on nights like this when cryin's the only part of her day she thinks she's happier that way she happens to feel better today |
Posted by: Haldur 04-Feb-2005, 08:41 PM |
From where did we come? And where are we going? My questions seep through the fog Into the sun Too deep to fall forward The circle is complete... The circle... |
Posted by: Aaediwen 05-Feb-2005, 08:27 PM | ||
...Needs more What do you find, when you peer into the fog? about "The Artist Dissected" Wow! NICE image of the muse Almost makes me think of Na Bean Sidhe. Lost in a world where one is happiest when sad. |
Posted by: Haldur 06-Feb-2005, 07:01 PM |
Yeah, I was thinking about adding more to that last one... Its always great to get feedback on poetry! "The Artist Dissected" was sort of this whole theme running through my head at the time, don't know really where it come from, but I sure know that is related to certain bittersweet attributes of life! |
Posted by: Haldur 06-Feb-2005, 07:06 PM |
Okay, here's a fuller vision of "The Circle" From where did we come? And where are we going? My questions seep through the fog Into the sun Too deep to fall forward The circle is complete... The circle... ...remains complete What falls under my feet When I walk through the mist? My dreams come into view Time and time again But as I seek my answers I smile at the rising sun And realize all has purpose And our time here is short And I appreciate... My time here, and my friends The loved ones so dear And the revolving winds Now the fog has cleared And I am once again whole Where I was blind and dead I have started to breathe Anew...binding the circle The circle is one |
Posted by: Haldur 07-Feb-2005, 07:14 PM |
the song of the bards from the silk roads they rode on dark steeds bearing the lyre and the drums they brought their songs through war and love until they met the gods above green rivers and streams flowed gently as they walked beside their fate lonely songsmiths long ago listen to the rivers flow for seven years they trod the roads and climbed over mountains tall where the valley was empty and peaceful there they made their resting homes they told their stories in the moonlight they told their stories in the firelight they sang the songs through the dark night they sang the songs through the midnight into the mists of erin they made their abode and through the forests and vale on their steeds still rode watching the stars they rode on from village to village telling their stories and singing songs all they studied and all they knew spill the water, spill the wine dear fill the flagon, fill the flagon here drink to life and drink to health drink to life and drink to death after years of lone existence the armored men came riding they brought their swords and burning and turned the lands into hell they conquered all and pushed away all the knowledge gathered they watched it fall, the lonely people the people of the stars see the bleeding, hear the crying spill the wine and fear the burning take these words with you and run away take these words with you and remember |
Posted by: Aaediwen 08-Feb-2005, 04:16 PM |
Very pretty image Reads well too. I'd shorten some of the lines by a syllable myself. Just personal opinion though |
Posted by: Haldur 08-Feb-2005, 05:57 PM |
What's messed up about that last piece is that I was hearing it through two different Iona songs during the Iona hour last night! Kinda cool, but I do see what you mean there. Always room for improvement! |
Posted by: Haldur 10-Feb-2005, 10:06 PM |
m' lady from the heavens her voice was faint in the winter's fog waiting for m' lady to come to edge of the shore where i stood in a long boat made of ashen wood her skin was pale in the morning light i never spied such wondrous beauty and in her hair were the may flowers bright shining over the waters of bremenway the voice of an angel a long, long time ago reached out to greet my cold lips in the winter snow upon her steed through the mountains she strolled alongside m' lady from the heavens |
Posted by: Aaediwen 12-Feb-2005, 08:08 PM |
nice image although it get's a little blurry at the end as to who is where in the scene. |
Posted by: urian 13-Feb-2005, 03:03 PM |
I enjoy reading your work very much, hal |
Posted by: Haldur 14-Feb-2005, 02:16 AM |
Thank you, urian...more to come as I fill my little journal with my little murmurings from that vast, poetic well that I seem to draw from! I think we can all attest to visiting that place a time or two! |
Posted by: urian 14-Feb-2005, 07:31 PM | ||
true, hal. though sometimes we seem to lose the directions to get to it. |
Posted by: Haldur 18-Feb-2005, 08:04 PM |
So you've been suffering from minor writer's block just as I have? If so, I feel your pain...that's why the poetry is a good, smooth transition. Just writing stories alone can be taxing at times! |
Posted by: Haldur 01-Mar-2005, 02:40 PM |
hauntings out of the rain walks a tired, lonely man threadbare and weary his countenance carved warm teardrops of summer flow through skin and breath and leave his heart longing wildly for something greater something larger than life itself take this gray temple and strike it to bits but leave behind mortar and remnants of bread for my meals have been few and far between these days and as of late I've had no place to lay my head heavier the rain falls down on my brow, leaving me shivering leaving me old in my years drowned in her tears from so long ago my blessed camille with her long, amber hair her shadow but a reckoning where my hollows despair i long for her gaze, her sweet tender stare and in the mirror i ask myself questions of lore, memories of her is this the shadow i have grown to be or am I looking through an invisible me? these are the hauntings of which I am free |
Posted by: Haldur 07-Mar-2005, 10:56 PM |
the awakened dream (part 1) whispered words in the night left unheard upon my pillow i wake suddenly to find that my sweet, sweet love has gone and as i find my way back to the mind i'm meant to live by i find solace in my reckoning and a place to shed my fears from the corner of my eye i can hear the footsteps calling ever nearer to my room where i reside a sleeping as my frantic nerves race on i find nothing in my midst there no intruder under my roof and i rest inside my bones all alone i walk ever onward to the room i sat before i pass the weary baubles and the artifacts of yore and when i quickly 'proach the door i'm gasping in wide wonder at a small, raven-haired girl whom i know not as another |
Posted by: Aaediwen 08-Mar-2005, 09:36 PM |
Nach eine traum, zum woerten geschrieben. Sehr schoen. Nicht alles die selbe, aber ich weiss was das ist nach was du sagen hat. |
Posted by: Haldur 11-Mar-2005, 12:44 AM |
My thoughts exactly! |
Posted by: Haldur 14-Jul-2005, 12:21 PM |
I fall asleep in the broken river That runs through fields of open rain She leaps o'er fire and soon she'll whither And ponders constantly the remnants of her pain I look foward to tomorrow I hope she senses my presence there Free from darkness, free from sorrow She stands around me for she's everywhere I go The time has come to give a little And take a risk upon my second chances The love has fallen, worn and brittle And grows no more than the first day I took the miser down I look forward to tomorrow I hope she senses my heartache there Free from shadow, free from sorrow She stands around me for she's everywhere I know The water rushes over me Her golden eyes are all I see Bleeding fingers in the mass of recognition Look through the mirror, I heard her say And I don't think that way I feel I'm scorned forever now Chastened, threatened, madder than hell I feel I'm terrible at everything Broken, limited, and madder than hell I look forward to tomorrow I hope she senses my heartache there Free from shadow, free from sorrow She stands around me for she's everywhere I know |
Posted by: Haldur 14-Jul-2005, 12:23 PM |
I find it strange that I haven't posted on HR for a while...even though I did have dial-up, I still had some work access. What baffles me even more is why I didn't at least post some poetry I've been writing as of late. I'll be posting it here, of course, over the next few days. Composing a lot of music can really do that! As always, enjoy. |
Posted by: Aaediwen 16-Jul-2005, 08:47 PM |
*gasp* Haldur.... I don't know if I read that poem at the right time or the wrong time :'( My heart hears endless agony relayed by messages they may be sought by me in this darkened time relayed in music and in rhyme The world it's mysteries laid to rest within my soul I hear you best drawn in between the endless lines For those unknown I still do pine carry your message for all to see behind the veil it shall not be drawn out with ink, each blessed line Immortal words be these of thine And it fit so well with the rythem of what I'm listening to right now |
Posted by: Haldur 19-Jul-2005, 07:25 AM |
Did you write that or was it I? Whoever did, it sounds great! The funny thing is, most of the time that I write poetry is when I'm listening to music, have just listened to music, or have another artist's song or one of my own in my head. |
Posted by: Cale the Celt 19-Jul-2005, 09:31 AM |
haldur, you're work is pretty good |
Posted by: Aaediwen 20-Jul-2005, 04:43 PM | ||
Just what I thought of after reading your poem. |
Posted by: MaggieCarroll 09-Aug-2006, 09:42 PM |
Ancient rhythms Heartbeat sounds My soul no longer Touches ground Heels and toes Batter clatter the floor The sound enough I need no more The music curls Through wooded glen Lures me back Way back to when O 'tis more than I ask All else does pale The bodhran my heartbeat This song is my tale... |
Posted by: Rhymer 06-Jan-2011, 12:03 PM |
From out of parting mist figures grey and ethereal are walking towards the fire to the tune of a wooden lyre. with trepidation and a little fear they sat beside me and into the flames thay did peer what they saw none can tell. music arose from in the mist pipes and drums amidst cannon fire cries and shouts and clashing blades told of battles amidst the glens. Rhymer |