Showing posts with label adventure poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adventure poem. Show all posts

Monday, May 30, 2011

Death Song of Boromir

                                  By J.R.R Tolkien from The Lord Of The Rings

Boromir was a mighty man encompassing human both man strength and weakness. Ready this article to learn about Boromir




Aragorn:
Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass
grows
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it
goes.
'What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you
bring to me tonight?
Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?'
'I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide
and grey;
I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away
Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more.
The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of
Denethor.'
'O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked
afar,
But you came not from the empty lands where no men
are.'


Legolas:
From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from
the sandhills and the stones;
The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it
moans.
'What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring
to me at eve?
Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.'
'Ask not of me where he doth dwell -- so many bones
there lie
On the white shores and the dark shores under the
stormy sky;
So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing
Sea.
Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind
sends to me!'
'O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs
south,
But you came not with the ailing gulls from the grey
sea's mouth.'


Aragorn:
From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past
the roaring falls;
And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.
'What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you
bring to me today?
What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.'
'Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he
fought.
His cloven shield, his broken sword, they do the water
brought.
His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid
to rest;
And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its
breast.'
'O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward
gaze
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.'

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Thursday, February 17, 2011

Tales of an idle man-- a poem

                                                  By Mory Keita



They call me the idle man, the pest, a nuisance to society.
They claim that I spend my days insolently daydreaming,
Because I read tales of man neither my forefathers nor I had seen.
I do not disclaim their sordid claims, for indeed I am a daydreamer.
I have seen far beyond the bounds of common men's thoughts in dreams.

For many a day, I have plucked and pocked my nose in this bathtub,
Visited and slept in golden palaces where I met many fair maidens,
And drunk drinks of fierce battle and lived my youth once more.

In my dreams, I fought alongside intrepid Jason against evil enchanters.
We parted in quest of the Golden Fleece to obtain his rightful throne.
I branded my golden shield like Achilles  roaring like the Nemean lion.
After that battle, Ares himself hailed my bravery and troops sang my name.

I also visited Caesar’s palace in Rome and sat at his dinner table.
we discussed issues pertaining to the good of the republic.
then, i was given command of legions of centurions to fight barbarians.
but such a task was too barbarous for my civility.

and then, I flew on a carpet to India and sat atop the Taj Mahal,
listening to the enchanting call to prayer of the Muslims.
It was  there that I was  taken to a fairy land with enchanting beings.
There I rescued damsels in distress from witches and evil doers.

As I retired from my noble quest, I was taken into the land of the pharaohs.
I felt in love with Cleopatra, fought with mark Antoine and Caesar and reigned.

In short i have lived and traveled across the Milky Way in a hot bathtub,
and I  have lived my life to the  fullest like the great Ulysses.




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Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Penelope --- A poem

By Mory Keita



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A day without my love is a day without sunshine,
And a night spent without him is a starless night.
Sunsets and sunrises do but, like the sea, part us.
Stars shadow compared to his beauty and majesty,
Moon and sun, perched there above Olympus like clouds,
Envy our eternal happiness for all are but paltry jewelries.
Light and dark are but cruel illusion to compress our love.
Why should we abide by the laws of nature?
Why should we rest our love on these seashores?
A day without my love is eternity spent in solitude,
And night spent without him is like a barren horizon.

Fight my love, O my brave king, rage like wounded wind.
I shall wait for your return on every Ithacan seashore singing;
Singing with wounded wind songs of thou lost and return,
“O there he comes, there he stands, and there is my love,”
Fight my love like the wind, for thou heart art ageless.
O Olympians when shall thou return my love to my heart?
For like a falling star, my heart sinks into seas of sorrow.



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Wednesday, June 30, 2010

I have seen all and none.




 By Mory keita

A singing bird perched on a tree,
A furious beast hurling its fury,
A burning arrow striking a corpse,
I have seen all and none.

I sit emotionless, faceless like a puppet,
Observing the moving hand of the clock,
“Damn it, too slow” my patience boils,
My thought wanders aimlessly in the seven heavens.
I cry of ecstasy, dance and jump of pain.
I chuckle and sing of rage to this unruly slow clock.

I roar my fury like a robust lion as I see slaughters;
Each tick-tock brings back memories.
These barren memories flux through my intoxicated mind;
My speech is flame, my sight is horror.

Blind, heartless savage, why dost thou speak to me?
I am the death, you fear, waiting at the corner,
I am a viper, calm as aggressive,
I am a bloodsucking mosquito,
 --Sucking the last drops of your miserable existence.

Patience, love, misery, fertility and life,
I have seen all and none.
I have seen wars in Iraq,Afghanistan and Somalia.
I have seen a people ravaged by war and famine.
I have experienced cruelty from Nazis, Slurs from ignorant folks.
I have seen terrorists plotting against peace.

I have seen all and none.
Why dost thou hate me?
I am Jew, Muslim, Christian and Buddhist.
I am Marxist, capitalist and communist.
I am black, white, Asian and Native American.
There is no mirror in my heart,
My vision is colorless, thus I do not discriminate.
Why dost thou wish to divide?

I have seen all and none.
I have seen patriots dying to preserve freedom and liberty,
I have seen selfless teachers willing to help at any moment.
I have seen mothers consoling their children, prophets of peace and love.
I have seen tenders eyes second to none.

Hatred, greed and stereotypes, do not approach my heart;
Do not corrupt my sight.



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Tuesday, June 29, 2010

The Graduate



 By Mory Keita

Give me my life, hand me my destiny.
For Long have I endured your dullness,
But you met me with despairs.

Give me my life, give me my future.
Your dullness is of unpleasant taste,
Let me explore new horizons, let me shine.
Sun smiles, clouds dance in the blue sky,
Birds’ sing, wind  blows, earth has shaken,
The blue ocean of knowledge lays ahead unexplored.
Do not retain me---let me sail off your shore.

I dream of noble deeds and epic adventures,
And you yearn of earthly delights.
Then, let our routes diverge after this odyssey,
Let my name be etched amongst stars,
Let me passionately molds my world,
Let me seek knowledge beyond the horizon.
For, unless his deeds transcend the ages,
A man’s existence fades compared to eternity.

Now, give me my life, let me shape my destiny.
Though you and I are bonded for life,
Our path resembles that of two lone clouds.





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Thursday, April 8, 2010

The Fool

By Mory Keita

There was a fool, there was a sage,
There was a king, there was a peasant,
There was a charlatan, there was a scholar,
All in quest of glories to come;
Amongst them the fool was the most hated.
He once stood upon Mont Sinai, God’s stick in hand
And prophesied to his people the moon landing,
But he was ridiculed.
He traveled nations like Moses, declaring that all men are equal,
But he was mocked and threatened by kings and aristocrats.
Again, he studied heavens days and nights,
Then proclaimed in all truth that earth was round,
But he was accused of heresy. 
Upon all times was a fool, upon all times was a detractor.
But fools prevailed as the world evolved.
Thus, I have decided to travel the road of the fool.

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