Ok ladies and Gents, this is the Lamenter speaking.
This a poetry contest, but with a difference. Its not a themed contest like the return of the rings one, with a set subject/theme, but an open one. So the theme can be anything, as long as it is suitable by the standards and rules of A-U. So feel free to submit your favourite/best work!!!
Spaces are unlimited at the time of writing.
The closing date for entries is the [s]28th[/s] now 30th of august, so if you want to enter, then please do so!
the Lamenter

Submitters:
1)Turwaithiel Swann Entry
2)The Lamenter Entry
3)Witch_King_of_Angmar Entry
4)lady_Ëarwen Entry
5)The Nightingale Entry
6)Erana Athena
7)Eärendil The Mariner Entry
8)Ellethwen

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

I will join!

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Welcome to the contest Tur!!!
Look forward to your entry!

I might enter as well actually

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

I would be honored if you did. And thanks!

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Sign me up, I may be able to throw something out there in time.

Sure thing witchy, Ill put your name up mate.
Elrond/The Lamenter

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

May i enter plzzz?

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I'll join!!!

*struggles to finish poem she had an idea for*

I hope I can finish it...

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Yes of course!welcome both of you!!
*adds their names to the list*

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

May I join, Elrond?

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Course Erana, welcome!
*adds to the list*

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

I would like to participate aswell please if it's no problem.

Thanks

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yeah thats ok mate,welcome.! Ill add you to the list
*adds to list*

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

I will join!

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Welcome!
*adds to list*

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

Here's mine:

Scattered qaat leaves beneath my foot,
Veiled women dressed in black.
People jabbering in Arabic around me.
Welcome to Yemen.

Open-doored Dibabs driving by,
Little boys kicking a ball in the street.
Stray cats sitting under the chicken coop.
Welcome to Yemen.

Women carrying pitchers on their heads,
Men fashioning Jambias out of metal,
Children watching their parents intently.
Welcome to Yemen.

The aroma of kibde floats out a window.
These people are lost in their traditions,
And a religion of works and prayers.
Welcome to Yemen.

But there are some in their midst,
Carrying truth, waiting to tell
Stories of unfailing love.
To the people of Yemen.

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