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poetry

Alfirin Glornelleniel

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

 


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The Poem of Tales

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry
Let me tell you some tales in a rhyme
It may keep you amused for a while
Just forget any tears you've shed
For life is best faced with a smile
There are places so full of such wonder
All their tales are still there to be told
 
There's a tale of a wandering hobbit
Who lived in a comfortable hole
But adventure came calling one Sunday
So out of the bounds he did go
It's said he went searching for dragons
And returned with a chest full of gold
 

Scenes, Sonets, and Soliloquies by Janiey

Author: 
Janiey Greenhill

This  will contain multiple plays and scenes that Janiey  will write, or has written. It will be mainly made up of stageplays.You may use these plays for rp purposes, plagiarism will not be tolerated.

Before use please send a in game or archive message to Janiey for confirmation

 

The Weeping Hobbit, Poetry From 1388-93, Poem Four: The Depressed

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

“Oh, I can never be happy again

nor can I ever be a Dad,

thus Death had much to gain.

Am I mad?

 

The Weeping Hobbit, Poetry From 1388-93, Poem Three: The Guilty

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

“I know it is my fault, which is plain and clear.

It was such a poor choice to live here, and thus it robbed my cheer.

Maybe it would be best, if that happened to be me.

The Weeping Hobbit, Poetry From 1388-93, Poem Two: The Angered

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

“Who was it that turned them away? I will find he!

Who was it that turned them away? I will not let you be free!

I will hunt the cause of this departure with my greatest strength,

The Weeping Hobbit, Poetry From 1388-93, Poem One: The Shocked

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

“How can it be? For my love to die?

How can it be? And all I can do is mournfully sigh. 

I would have climbed a great hill or fend off many a shrew,

The Weeping Hobbit, Poetry From 1388-92

Author: 
Dorso Bracegirdle.

A compilation of poems, written during the period of Dorso's life where he was mourning for the deaths of his wife - Heather Chubbs, and his son - Teddy Bracegirdle. This book has a number of poems - each dealing with a different section of grief that Dorso has experienced.

Put on a smile

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry
What do I care if there's cold in the air?
I can still have the fun I desire
I can sing a few tunes and dance round the room
And warm up my feet by the fire
 
And if there is rain, I'll be happy again
For the rain won't put me in a muddle
For a childish heart always knows where to start
And it starts by just jumping in puddles
 
Or if I drop plates, and crockery breaks
It will never put me in a mood

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