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Post by maris on Aug 4, 2011 9:28:18 GMT 2
wow came up with 2 poems in two days must be on a writing spree or else something's put in the watersupply. Hope you guys can bare the overkill I'm bringing to the thread ;D ;D
The tides are changing
The moment has come.... Calling out for the boy, sitting by the hut. Meanwhile grabbing the boat, making ready to conquer the waves one last time. The boy gets up and starts to gather the gear: Nets, rods and good bait, all will be used today.
One last time to teach my dear son the ways of our ancestors.
The sea is rough as if it knows what's about to come. As time goes, the sea quiets down. Seagulls and waves now working together for the final lullaby that cradles us to sleep; Dreaming of better times where everything goes like it's supposed to be.
And the fish also understand or so it may seem. For today only the biggest shall bite and the tastiest will enter the nets. Back on shore preparations are on their way, sons and daughters won't forget this evening. The beginning of a new life where they have to find their place in.
On last time looking at the sea.
Already start missing waking up by the screaming seagulls and the salty air we breath. By the fire the eldest already begun to tell the ancient stories, for this is all what shall remain of our people's legacy. Young and old are listening closely.
Fearing what the future brings, because now They have forbidden all of that what makes us.
Now I can only pray our children's children will stand up and bring it back one day. So all who came before them shall remembered that way.
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Post by maris on Nov 14, 2011 2:59:47 GMT 2
the one unfinished klaanish song (the one mentioned in my Aug 3rd post) is finally finished ;D ;D ;D Still not entirely happy with it. But I think it can't get better with the story I had in my mind when writing this; Unless I would rewrite it but then it won't be the same story. Doesn't matter how you look at it, they all have the same outcome . Small positive thingy I almost always alter things slightly when typing it over from paper to forum. This bantling of mine is titled PurposeLiving the life in the backwoods, trees all around and hearing the forest life call each other out at night. Dreaming for more Darkness falls soon. Sitting in front of the fire; Looking at it dancing around Dreaming of what could be Daylight shimmers through the curtain Wearily sitting up; Looking at dust particles dancing around Even when I lock myself in this wooden cabin, away from the everlasting songs I can still hear the wilderness calling me to come out and play. But the sounds I'm looking for won't come. Now years later living the life in a different wilderness concrete trees all around, even here there's no escape from the nightly songs In this jungle the pace lies higher, and with no time to enjoy it's joys After living these lives. I know one truth: To never forget who you are
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Post by maris on Mar 30, 2012 23:55:54 GMT 2
this sprung from my mind when me, Per, Tiina and Arivse where messing around with various comments on Tiina's photo. Hope you like
Anxious we're waiting until the flock of Burzumbeetles will leave their nesting place high above in the tree line, and are beginning to gather the Burlum; Needing it to feed their young and make their spring nests. We however have other plans. It will not be touched until it's stored into the flasks and poured out again, for this is the vital ingredient for our precious Buburuza drink.
This is the basis for how we celebrate the beginning of spring and the beginning of life. It has been written whilst making the overly delicious lifeforce Beetle Metal will be played by The Talented and all of Burzumia has heard and is dreaming about The Talented while playing the music some are dancing the Mursu, passed on to us by our sea dwelling forefathers.
After much celebrating life must continue and with the line"Live here Beastie" peace and quiet are restored in the woody areas of Burzumia. That is until the next feast starts.
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Post by kuusuru on Mar 31, 2012 0:22:31 GMT 2
this sprung from my mind when me, Per, Tiina and Arivse where messing around with various comments on Tiina's photo. Hope you like From hibernation I emerge to say "Bravo!" And now back to the cave, until I am thawed by the next KK album
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Post by Arivse on Mar 31, 2012 0:49:34 GMT 2
Bursumania!! Okey maybe thats enough of that By the way, this "serious" talking we had on the misty fields of FB made me come back here Hopefully you like that what you did!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2012 16:35:43 GMT 2
Now, Maris I love the whole saga of the Burzumbeetle. ;D Nice you wrote about it . Bursumania!! Okey maybe thats enough of that By the way, this "serious" talking we had on the misty fields of FB made me come back here Hopefully you like that what you did! Enough or not, was fun. Ahaam, we're proud indeed. ;D this sprung from my mind when me, Per, Tiina and Arivse where messing around with various comments on Tiina's photo. Hope you like From hibernation I emerge to say "Bravo!" And now back to the cave, until I am thawed by the next KK album Was the sort of mess I like messing around ywith in this messed world full of messed stuff. Yep, but was great you got out of the cave.
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Post by maris on Jul 16, 2012 21:02:39 GMT 2
Finished a 3 month old poem that was collecting dust for my "computerdust poem collection" (which is beginning to build up quite good) while I was supposed to do some other non-related writing for which I draw a total of: Blank inspiration.
Seasons
Living in the here and now is what’s important for survival; Just long enough. The high mountains are shedding themselves from their cloak, revealing nature’s changing personality. Spring is fast approaching but isn’t willing to fully show the potential it can have. The young fawns frolic in the lush green undergrowth. Eating, resting and playing with no worries of what tomorrow may bring.
Finally after many gloomy days of cold and rain; Clouds that were hiding the sun disappears, it returns with precious warmth. The shallow stream has made room for a babbling brook; Many enjoy the refreshing cold on a midsummer day while others seek the shade. All making sure every moment counts in those last days that remain before one season’s closes and the other quietly pry upon it, eager to open up a new. With new opportunities, old and new enemies shall arise.
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Post by Metsä kissa on Jul 17, 2012 5:42:26 GMT 2
Maris, this is very good! I like it! I have a little collection of poems, too, I think I´m going to post them also. Just need to translate them into English!
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Post by Metsä kissa on Aug 23, 2012 6:20:19 GMT 2
Here is a little poem I wrote last weekend when the heat didn´t allow me to find any rest and my thoughts went back to the places I love and miss so damn much...
Night Under Northern Skies
I feel a call Feel it deep inside Inside heart and inside mind A call from the North From the forests so ancient and wild
This night is cold and clear Not a single sound to hear Not a sound... than the songs of the night Which comes from deep inside It´s the call from the night Under Northern skies
In the silver light of the moon And under starlit widths In the forests so ancient and wild I feel my inner self, my heart, my home And know where I belong
A child from the forest, a child of the North Ever was and ever will be
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Post by maris on Aug 23, 2012 17:12:43 GMT 2
please say you have more to upload in this thread Forest Cat If not begin writing now ;D this is good stuff and we want to read more coming from you
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Post by Metsä kissa on Aug 25, 2012 22:30:51 GMT 2
Thanks, Maris, I´m very happy you like my little writing. And also a big thank you to Tiina who encouraged me to share it. A friend of mine is just now travelling through North America on his bike, and after reading his blog I feel this special kind of being restless about travelling by myself again, so this is the result of that feeling: Somewhere far awayThe open road before me Just forest around me Clear blue sky above me Sun and wind in my face I close my eyes just for a moment Where I´m gonna go Where will this road lead me Where will I be at the end of this day I keep my eyes close for a moment more And I feel that I don´t care where it will go It is only my heart I´m following It is the sun in my face, the wind and the rain This is what is driving me on and on, again and again This invisible force inside of me I open my eyes again and see The open road before me The forest around me And I know this is freedom My own personal freedom somewhere far away...
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Post by maris on Aug 26, 2012 1:46:07 GMT 2
Thanks, Maris, I´m very happy you like my little writing. And also a big thank you to Tiina who encouraged me to share it. I don't like it I love it. And a big thank you to Tiina for encouraging you to share, otherwise we had to do without this wonderful writing of yours. Also have some writing of my own to share after hearing me and friends going to the best amusement park in the whole wide world ;D ;D: The Efteling next Saturday Up until now it's the only thing I have written in Dutch because this is something I can't even begin trying to write it in English I've incorporated all kinds of rides and other stuff you can find throughout the park into this short piece. De wereld vol wonderenDromend over verre landen en rijken, waar sprookjes waarheid blijken Op naar het volk der Laven en Raveleijn waar raven ruiters zullen zijn Trotserend de kolkende wateren en het vervloekte huis Met behulp van de trollenkoning vechten tegen de draak Neem een duikvlucht in je dromen op zoek naar hemelburchten, blubbertrollen en Faunen wonend in bomen. Deze werelden zijn zelfs bij de Fakir onbekend; Zou dit dan toch een Fata Morgana zijn Zolang je Monsieur Cannibale of de vogel Rok niet tegenkomt ben je veilig, het in stand houden van het verhaal is namelijk heilig Na een bezoek aan de wereld vol wonderen is het nu weer tijd om me af te zonderen
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Post by Sveitsin susi on Aug 26, 2012 9:35:39 GMT 2
I like these nice thread and I love your wonderful poetry, thank you for sharing. I have also such songs, they are in my native language and it's very difficult for me to translate them..
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2012 19:38:06 GMT 2
Very glad you posted it, Cat! And I encourage everyone with special feelings who also writes, to share them thoughts/lyrics, even if in translations some meanings get lost....but somehow, some things can be conveyed through the simplicity of expressing and the complexity of images one gets by reading them.....
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Post by wolferin on Aug 26, 2012 22:41:11 GMT 2
This is a klaanish song, first written in Bulgarian, translated in English with some rhythm, that can be called so-so rhymes. ;D
The wolf
In the darkest forest taking tall One can hear a sinister call This is the wolf – howling Everybody hiding The wood master Shining eyes – run faster
He is the wolf on the wolf’s way the pack him obey He is the wolf on the wolf’s way stray.
The prey is hiding This is the wolf – howling Terrible shadows ahead Rush in silence mad Tempted by bait For blood can’t wait
He is the wolf on the wolf’s way the pack him obey He is the wolf on the wolf’s way stray.
In terror hearts dying This is the wolf – howling Wondering ravage Hunter savage No salvation and run As his rule is on turn
He is the wolf on the wolf’s way the pack him obey He is the wolf on the wolf’s way stray.
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