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Dit spul stond op een floppy die ik lang geleden had gekregen van een vriend, samen met een doos vol andere floppy's waar verder niks interessants op stond. Het zijn 47 engelse fantasygedichten gemaakt door ene Wim, en ik dacht, ik zet ze hier maar neer dan kunnen jullie er ook van genieten 
Voorwoord
I am Wim.
I am sixteen years old
And you are going to read
Things that never have been told
This book you just aquired.
Has my life in ryming lines
If you read them chronigally for they are
You will see my life these times.
I am Wim,
And often I feel as an Elf.
Who has more wisdom than others.
And am perfect by myself.
I will share what I know,
And you will read that I am wrong.
Please look into my poems.
For there is more emotion than in many a song.
What I hope to achieve
You'll read it if put in youre heart
You are looking in the Mind of an Elf
I have never written a book, this is my start.
Intro
Far away land,
There were creatures of foul
The made baby's cry
And fierce wolves houl.
They had human shapes
Taken on them fooling many men
Inviting them in public,
To many a house and den.
From the forest there came
Long-eared and wise.
An elf unrecogniseble.
Wearing a human's guise.
He came to warn.
Those who still had heart
To take care of their own.
Before the creatures would start.
These creatures manipulated men
Stealing souls, heart and mind.
With these they spawned new.
And the next were of even werse kind.
The elf took it on him,
To rid the world of these living dead.
He succeded with much toil.
But the evil was already spread.
Now in this world.
The soulles still lurk about.
But not recognisable.
Not by eyes, or evil snout.
Those who take the words
of the young elf's book
Will see the horror of those men
And will know where to look.
1. The Shatters O fMy Heart
Far away land,
There were creatures of foul
The made baby's cry
And fierce wolves houl.
They had human shapes
Taken on them fooling many men
Inviting them in public,
To many a house and den.
From the forest there came
Long-eared and wise.
An elf unrecogniseble.
Wearing a human's guise.
He came to warn.
Those who still had heart
To take care of their own.
Before the creatures would start.
These creatures manipulated men
Stealing souls, heart and mind.
With these they spawned new.
And the next were of even werse kind.
The elf took it on him,
To rid the world of these living dead.
He succeded with much toil.
But the evil was already spread.
Now in this world.
The soulles still lurk about.
But not recognisable.
Not by eyes, or evil snout.
Those who take the words
of the young elf's book
Will see the horror of those men
And will know where to look.
2. Smile
Once there was a light
more than stars so bright
I was looking for a long time
I searched in fall and spring
for this special but so little thing
I haven't found it for so long
Sun is shooting beams on me
Every emotion has been set free
But it seems to rain in my eyes
Long it is since
I was the prince
over a treasure of life and more
Even on festivities
I am the only one that sees
The bad things that soar around the place
If you would be so very kind
and take the matter of my mind
could you give me back my treasure?
The state in wich i now live
I seek the distraction that you give
I desire only one thing
Please look into my eyes
and give me that pleasant surprise
that smile of gold and so much more
Moet ik de rest ook posten?
Voorwoord
I am Wim.
I am sixteen years old
And you are going to read
Things that never have been told
This book you just aquired.
Has my life in ryming lines
If you read them chronigally for they are
You will see my life these times.
I am Wim,
And often I feel as an Elf.
Who has more wisdom than others.
And am perfect by myself.
I will share what I know,
And you will read that I am wrong.
Please look into my poems.
For there is more emotion than in many a song.
What I hope to achieve
You'll read it if put in youre heart
You are looking in the Mind of an Elf
I have never written a book, this is my start.
Intro
Far away land,
There were creatures of foul
The made baby's cry
And fierce wolves houl.
They had human shapes
Taken on them fooling many men
Inviting them in public,
To many a house and den.
From the forest there came
Long-eared and wise.
An elf unrecogniseble.
Wearing a human's guise.
He came to warn.
Those who still had heart
To take care of their own.
Before the creatures would start.
These creatures manipulated men
Stealing souls, heart and mind.
With these they spawned new.
And the next were of even werse kind.
The elf took it on him,
To rid the world of these living dead.
He succeded with much toil.
But the evil was already spread.
Now in this world.
The soulles still lurk about.
But not recognisable.
Not by eyes, or evil snout.
Those who take the words
of the young elf's book
Will see the horror of those men
And will know where to look.
1. The Shatters O fMy Heart
Far away land,
There were creatures of foul
The made baby's cry
And fierce wolves houl.
They had human shapes
Taken on them fooling many men
Inviting them in public,
To many a house and den.
From the forest there came
Long-eared and wise.
An elf unrecogniseble.
Wearing a human's guise.
He came to warn.
Those who still had heart
To take care of their own.
Before the creatures would start.
These creatures manipulated men
Stealing souls, heart and mind.
With these they spawned new.
And the next were of even werse kind.
The elf took it on him,
To rid the world of these living dead.
He succeded with much toil.
But the evil was already spread.
Now in this world.
The soulles still lurk about.
But not recognisable.
Not by eyes, or evil snout.
Those who take the words
of the young elf's book
Will see the horror of those men
And will know where to look.
2. Smile
Once there was a light
more than stars so bright
I was looking for a long time
I searched in fall and spring
for this special but so little thing
I haven't found it for so long
Sun is shooting beams on me
Every emotion has been set free
But it seems to rain in my eyes
Long it is since
I was the prince
over a treasure of life and more
Even on festivities
I am the only one that sees
The bad things that soar around the place
If you would be so very kind
and take the matter of my mind
could you give me back my treasure?
The state in wich i now live
I seek the distraction that you give
I desire only one thing
Please look into my eyes
and give me that pleasant surprise
that smile of gold and so much more
Moet ik de rest ook posten?
Children of the night. What music they make.
idd.quote:Op dinsdag 3 maart 2009 12:07 schreef Frollo het volgende:
Wim: 'In het Engels kan ik me zóó veel beter uitdrukken.'
"I can outpush myself so much better in the English."
Acquisitie n.a.v. deze post wordt niet op prijs gesteld.
Don't you see going to heaven is just in the thought that you might?
As an on-line radio program grows longer, the probability of a German song approaches 1.
Don't you see going to heaven is just in the thought that you might?
As an on-line radio program grows longer, the probability of a German song approaches 1.
3. Bitter Defeat
Proud is an army,
That stands in its right
Cladded in armor
ready to fight
Proud is the warrior
that stands without fear.
Guided by righteousness
No matter who is near
Proud is he
that swiftly goes.
Courage his way
forgetting his woes
honerable is a follower
that takes orders at ease
that will strike without thought
And that never flees
Honerable is the broken
with a silent retreat
for there is no shame
in bitter defeat
4. Beauty of Birth
Alike the old
bring the new
wisdom is forged
in lifes big stew
Like winter to spring
and sprimg to summer
whithout the young
life would be a bummer
Bird lay eggs
reptiles the same
No reproduction
would surely be lame
Baby's are sweer
innocense to spare
such in an adult
is highly rare
The young wil be old
have stories to tell
Countless in numbers
and all are well
They will acknowledge
By their wedding ring
the beauty of birth
is a wonderfull thing
Children of the night. What music they make.
Wat is een admiorer 
5. Human Instinct
The moon rises, the mountains to the west
the night brings anxiety and forgets al the rest
the night is the time when wild beasts reign
sounds that make youre heart cry and go insane
The night is when the spirit of men is at crucial point
men wil talk a lot more and loosen around the joint
women and children gather at fires for beasts are scared of the light
and men wil be yonder preparing for the fight
this habit is one that last a very long age
it's trapped in the human sould, locked in a cage
So now I write to you, to keep a wary eye
And see this human instinct, and keep youre spirits high.
6. Secret Admiorer
At night when the stars are bright
I like to lay on the ground
Dreaming that you are near
and hear my heart pound
When I see you in your beauty
my heart stops to beat
I cannot utter a single word
whenever we may meet
My face grows hot
my mouth runs dry
And when your gone
i wonder why
My heart explodes
the question of a man
Take up courage
or hide in shadow again.
Could I once pass this message
Tell the things I want to say
A voice screems in my head
Be A secret Admiorer just another day.
5. Human Instinct
The moon rises, the mountains to the west
the night brings anxiety and forgets al the rest
the night is the time when wild beasts reign
sounds that make youre heart cry and go insane
The night is when the spirit of men is at crucial point
men wil talk a lot more and loosen around the joint
women and children gather at fires for beasts are scared of the light
and men wil be yonder preparing for the fight
this habit is one that last a very long age
it's trapped in the human sould, locked in a cage
So now I write to you, to keep a wary eye
And see this human instinct, and keep youre spirits high.
6. Secret Admiorer
At night when the stars are bright
I like to lay on the ground
Dreaming that you are near
and hear my heart pound
When I see you in your beauty
my heart stops to beat
I cannot utter a single word
whenever we may meet
My face grows hot
my mouth runs dry
And when your gone
i wonder why
My heart explodes
the question of a man
Take up courage
or hide in shadow again.
Could I once pass this message
Tell the things I want to say
A voice screems in my head
Be A secret Admiorer just another day.
Children of the night. What music they make.
Excuus!
7. The Meaning of Life?
Ages ago, when time just began.
On the empty plains there was a man.
He storde forth to the great west
To start civilization, was his quest
With him rode, a little folk.
Who's wits were of no single joke.
They crossed beaches, forest and bog.
A perillous journey through clear and fog.
At the final stop the day was fine
They celebrated with food and wine.
They brought their roads, in worlds chart.
And founded the people of a gentle heart.
But with time, history turned.
Painfull as flesh is burned.
Blod and steel were no trifle.
From fight to war, from sword to rifle.
A bitter people now live in the west.
Never asking the One who knows best.
These people now are rash,
And wil do anyting for cold cash.
They live on their own, they do not chatter.
That lives are now useless they do not matter.
Can someone thach, the end of my strife,
Can someone tell them, the meaning of life?
8. The river
She comes in straight ways
her destination the sea.
She winds through forest
and is mistifying to me
Her beauty is one
that's hidden in her strength
And no has ever
guessed nor mesuared her length
Grey she seems to be
But green she can be too
And especially in childrens drawings
she wears the beautifull blue
In the rain, when all feels small
She grows and is a comfort still
She grows hot when it is so
And in rain she goes chill
Can you see her splendour
can you see her face
can you see her glory
can you see her grace
Sometimes broad sometimes narrow
but no-one seems to bother
For the mystifiying power of the river
is the never ending water.
7. The Meaning of Life?
Ages ago, when time just began.
On the empty plains there was a man.
He storde forth to the great west
To start civilization, was his quest
With him rode, a little folk.
Who's wits were of no single joke.
They crossed beaches, forest and bog.
A perillous journey through clear and fog.
At the final stop the day was fine
They celebrated with food and wine.
They brought their roads, in worlds chart.
And founded the people of a gentle heart.
But with time, history turned.
Painfull as flesh is burned.
Blod and steel were no trifle.
From fight to war, from sword to rifle.
A bitter people now live in the west.
Never asking the One who knows best.
These people now are rash,
And wil do anyting for cold cash.
They live on their own, they do not chatter.
That lives are now useless they do not matter.
Can someone thach, the end of my strife,
Can someone tell them, the meaning of life?
8. The river
She comes in straight ways
her destination the sea.
She winds through forest
and is mistifying to me
Her beauty is one
that's hidden in her strength
And no has ever
guessed nor mesuared her length
Grey she seems to be
But green she can be too
And especially in childrens drawings
she wears the beautifull blue
In the rain, when all feels small
She grows and is a comfort still
She grows hot when it is so
And in rain she goes chill
Can you see her splendour
can you see her face
can you see her glory
can you see her grace
Sometimes broad sometimes narrow
but no-one seems to bother
For the mystifiying power of the river
is the never ending water.
Children of the night. What music they make.
Wat is de datum van de bestanden op dat schijfje?
Ik zou ze publiceren trouwens, in eigen beheer. Er is vast wel een markt voor op de Elf Fantasy Fair.
Ik zou ze publiceren trouwens, in eigen beheer. Er is vast wel een markt voor op de Elf Fantasy Fair.
Op woensdag 24 sept. 2008 schreef Danny het volgende:
Dagonet doet onaardig tegen iedereen. Je bent dus helemaal niet zo bijzonder als je denkt...
Mijn grootste bijdrage aan de FP.
Dagonet doet onaardig tegen iedereen. Je bent dus helemaal niet zo bijzonder als je denkt...
Mijn grootste bijdrage aan de FP.
Ik heb net ff gekeken:
Created: zondag 9 januari 2005
Modified: 13 juni 2004/27 oktober 2004
Accessed: zondag 9 januari 2005.
Created: zondag 9 januari 2005
Modified: 13 juni 2004/27 oktober 2004
Accessed: zondag 9 januari 2005.
Children of the night. What music they make.
9. End of my Soul
On the day I was born
There was much joy
My parants were smiling
and called: It's a boy
The world looked fine
On my first day
That it would take a turn
none would say
I was tortured and hurt
things bore no light
I found myself a shelter
Where i tried to hide
Bombs just kept coming
I was hit a lot
But to crawl out of my shelter
I was thinking not
All life has past me
I am wondering why
I left all my sanity
And let good things go past by.
Now I am searching,
Before I can feel whole
I must find sanity
Or it is the end of my soul
10. The Place
All is silent, the wind moves with speed
Like A prince on a mighty steed
I arrive
The moon sit's high and looks at me
It shimmers just like a jewel
I am thinking
The lake is silent and looks at me
But I can only say let it be.
I am looking
The road that lies ahead is welcoming folk
That travel to things of wich I spoke
I am dreaming
The most beautifull places I can go
But to all I politely say no
I want to go ot one place allone
If I have to pass mountain and plain
And it would drive me insane
I will go on
Fight if I must, cut me of from delight
I will go to what I think is right
I will tell you where
Youre deep eyes in wich I could swim
In your arms I feel like Wim
Blessed and powered to the end of days
On the day I was born
There was much joy
My parants were smiling
and called: It's a boy
The world looked fine
On my first day
That it would take a turn
none would say
I was tortured and hurt
things bore no light
I found myself a shelter
Where i tried to hide
Bombs just kept coming
I was hit a lot
But to crawl out of my shelter
I was thinking not
All life has past me
I am wondering why
I left all my sanity
And let good things go past by.
Now I am searching,
Before I can feel whole
I must find sanity
Or it is the end of my soul
10. The Place
All is silent, the wind moves with speed
Like A prince on a mighty steed
I arrive
The moon sit's high and looks at me
It shimmers just like a jewel
I am thinking
The lake is silent and looks at me
But I can only say let it be.
I am looking
The road that lies ahead is welcoming folk
That travel to things of wich I spoke
I am dreaming
The most beautifull places I can go
But to all I politely say no
I want to go ot one place allone
If I have to pass mountain and plain
And it would drive me insane
I will go on
Fight if I must, cut me of from delight
I will go to what I think is right
I will tell you where
Youre deep eyes in wich I could swim
In your arms I feel like Wim
Blessed and powered to the end of days
Children of the night. What music they make.
11. Flight of my Heart
In the eternity of a second
Pain can turn to glory
In that single moment
I could sing an entire story
In that single moment
My thought and heart speed on
And when I can finally utter my words
you are already gone
Pain returns, tears as wel
For you my heart does jurn
And Ever I look on
Waiting for your return
I am starting to make a plan
The words that i'll say, I ponder
But when youre there I can say nothing
I am left speecless, why? I wonder
Youre return is like the bliss
I could run miles of the chart
But I am silent and this is just
Another flight of my heart
12. Listen!
Save me from my sorrow's
caouse the meaning of life
has been taken away
Free me from my burden
Set me free, once again
This ain't livin'
Cause people always get me down
Everytime I go downtown
I see them sin every time
But they take no ear to the meaning of life
Thi system is an evil one
When people know, they are already gone
I can tell you the truth right now
Cause I have found the meaning of life
People won't listen to righteous truth
They don't know what's best
If you will never listen to me
Why should I tell you the meaning of life
I can't go on any more
People don't listen to me
I gave yp my quest for my savior
II gave up the meaning of life
Children of the night. What music they make.
13. Warrior without a destination.
My path is dark,
I see no end.
Al I have is my sword
And a horse is my only friend.
My shield gives me my hope.
Courage through the armor on my chest,
I will once find out,
If the road I took is the best.
I took it long ago.
It shined and glitterd like a loving heart.
But It is now a vague memory,
The moment when I took the start.
Now it is dark
I see no road no light.
My only choice to marche on.
If I must, then I will fight.
Is there no light wich anyone can bring.
My heart saddens with each pace.
Darkness devours me, I am growing weary,
And there is no more smile on my face.
I know A treasure is hidden somewhere,
even in this treacherous place.
One where I will find,
The queen of beauty and grace.
Await me Oh lady fair,
You are the only reason I go through,
Wait for me,
I am coming for you.
But for now I cannot see,
Not with my eyes, on any occastion,
I am the warrior that knows what he searches.,
But still has no destination.
14. Left Again.
On my journey
I had gained a friend
I started to feel
where my heart would end
We talked a lot
We laughed and cried
We've done a lot
To each other we never lied
A special bond
was quikly set
Ever from the time
we first met
We saw many places
Have been through forest and field
To her on any time
My heart would yield
Among the path
I held it no more
I told her the truth
I told her the score
I travel alone now
A lonesome man
I feel and I am
Left again
Arme jongen
My path is dark,
I see no end.
Al I have is my sword
And a horse is my only friend.
My shield gives me my hope.
Courage through the armor on my chest,
I will once find out,
If the road I took is the best.
I took it long ago.
It shined and glitterd like a loving heart.
But It is now a vague memory,
The moment when I took the start.
Now it is dark
I see no road no light.
My only choice to marche on.
If I must, then I will fight.
Is there no light wich anyone can bring.
My heart saddens with each pace.
Darkness devours me, I am growing weary,
And there is no more smile on my face.
I know A treasure is hidden somewhere,
even in this treacherous place.
One where I will find,
The queen of beauty and grace.
Await me Oh lady fair,
You are the only reason I go through,
Wait for me,
I am coming for you.
But for now I cannot see,
Not with my eyes, on any occastion,
I am the warrior that knows what he searches.,
But still has no destination.
14. Left Again.
On my journey
I had gained a friend
I started to feel
where my heart would end
We talked a lot
We laughed and cried
We've done a lot
To each other we never lied
A special bond
was quikly set
Ever from the time
we first met
We saw many places
Have been through forest and field
To her on any time
My heart would yield
Among the path
I held it no more
I told her the truth
I told her the score
I travel alone now
A lonesome man
I feel and I am
Left again
Arme jongen
Children of the night. What music they make.
On the day I was born
There was much joy
My parants were smiling
and called: It's a boy
Wat een pareltje!
There was much joy
My parants were smiling
and called: It's a boy
Wat een pareltje!
Curiosity cultured the cat
Hoge dames vangen veel wind
Whadda ya hear! Whadda ya say!
What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
Hoge dames vangen veel wind
Whadda ya hear! Whadda ya say!
What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
I held it no more.
Curiosity cultured the cat
Hoge dames vangen veel wind
Whadda ya hear! Whadda ya say!
What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
Hoge dames vangen veel wind
Whadda ya hear! Whadda ya say!
What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
Vind je ze goed dan?quote:Op woensdag 4 maart 2009 19:08 schreef Dagonet het volgende:
Wat is de datum van de bestanden op dat schijfje?
Ik zou ze publiceren trouwens, in eigen beheer. Er is vast wel een markt voor op de Elf Fantasy Fair.
Children of the night. What music they make.
15. World a better Place
I have never known
A place this world has missed
Where people focus on each other
Instead of being Egoist
Ive never seen
A men that does not rest
Until he finds his joy
When others get his best
I've never known
a women that can see
the pride of her man
and steps aside humbly
i' never met
a child that gives his toys
that would hurt himself severely
To save other girls and boys
The four statements I ask of You
If in your life they are true
If so don't wait for them to change
Youre influence has a great range
Be friendly and kind with a smile on youre face
and we wil make the world a better place
16. You are my treasure
On my journey wich had begun long ago,
I forgot for what I had set out to find,
I didn't realise my quest for my own grail,
I didn't realise I was near any of the kind
of gold of silver, of beauty of peace,
of endless character, of forever grace,
I didn't know i was so close,
To the very spot, on the very place.
On my quest, treasures i have seen,
But none would satisfy my strife
for I was looking for perfection alone,
none would bring happiness to my life,
I was searching for what was before my very nose,
I never ever came so very close,
but i just couldn't see,
it was right next to me.
It was there for quite a few days,
and i could not even see it's beautifull rays
It glowed and stil does today,
and there is nothing that i can say.
For now i have seen it in full glory,
things seem like an entire differnt story.
This treasure is grand, glorious and great.
I hope this fealing is of fate.
It is a person, i am sure you know,
With her my cheeks glow.
With her I never feel blue,
In case you didn't know I am talking about you.
I have never known
A place this world has missed
Where people focus on each other
Instead of being Egoist
Ive never seen
A men that does not rest
Until he finds his joy
When others get his best
I've never known
a women that can see
the pride of her man
and steps aside humbly
i' never met
a child that gives his toys
that would hurt himself severely
To save other girls and boys
The four statements I ask of You
If in your life they are true
If so don't wait for them to change
Youre influence has a great range
Be friendly and kind with a smile on youre face
and we wil make the world a better place
16. You are my treasure
On my journey wich had begun long ago,
I forgot for what I had set out to find,
I didn't realise my quest for my own grail,
I didn't realise I was near any of the kind
of gold of silver, of beauty of peace,
of endless character, of forever grace,
I didn't know i was so close,
To the very spot, on the very place.
On my quest, treasures i have seen,
But none would satisfy my strife
for I was looking for perfection alone,
none would bring happiness to my life,
I was searching for what was before my very nose,
I never ever came so very close,
but i just couldn't see,
it was right next to me.
It was there for quite a few days,
and i could not even see it's beautifull rays
It glowed and stil does today,
and there is nothing that i can say.
For now i have seen it in full glory,
things seem like an entire differnt story.
This treasure is grand, glorious and great.
I hope this fealing is of fate.
It is a person, i am sure you know,
With her my cheeks glow.
With her I never feel blue,
In case you didn't know I am talking about you.
Children of the night. What music they make.
lachen. misschien kan je kijken of de flops goed branden?
hoofdletters kosten teveel tijd
don't avoid pain to gain pleasure
niet iedereen is iedereen
don't avoid pain to gain pleasure
niet iedereen is iedereen
Geweldig. Ben benieuwd wat de schrijver had gedaan als hij een meisje was geweest.quote:Op zondag 8 maart 2009 16:23 schreef Copycat het volgende:
On the day I was born
There was much joy
My parants were smiling
and called: It's a boy
Wat een pareltje!
On the day I was bornquote:Op maandag 9 maart 2009 11:43 schreef Elfletterig het volgende:
Geweldig. Ben benieuwd wat de schrijver had gedaan als hij een meisje was geweest.
My parents were stunned
Because I didn't come with a dick
No, I had a little cunt.
Curiosity cultured the cat
Hoge dames vangen veel wind
Whadda ya hear! Whadda ya say!
What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
Hoge dames vangen veel wind
Whadda ya hear! Whadda ya say!
What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
Hahahahahaquote:Op maandag 9 maart 2009 11:45 schreef Copycat het volgende:
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On the day I was born
My parents were stunned
Because I didn't come with a dick
No, I had a little cunt.
Screw them.
We're going home.
We're going home.
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