Now I'm blushing. Thank you. ^_^ I'll be sure to make a recording for most of the poems I post. 

Lady Artifice you sound like Anna from the band Eluveitie. Listen and judge for yourself:

Now you just need to do a recorded version.

So this is basically something that I came up with that was inspired by The Lord of the Rings. I don't think I've ever done poetry before, so, yeah, I'm just throwing whatever comes to mind lol.

On the grassy hills and wooden homes,
Lay a hobbit whose heart was pure and true,
Though he carried a burden, let me tell you.
Through snow covered mountains and iron halls,
The hobbit weathered insurmountable odds.
As fear had taken a hold of him, he was not alone.
For much of his journey, ties of friendship were sewn.
Even as the enemy’s gaze looms above, a hobbit’s work
Is never done. Through thick and thin, sword and stone,
Fire and ash, beams a light of hope to a loved one.

I was just telling someone how much I love Tom Waits' voice, and how sometimes a "bad" voice makes more interesting music than a perfect, clear voice. 

I promise, cross my heart, hope to die, fingers behind my back promise not to say that. You need the right poem though, something gritty. Let me think... beat poem, maybe. 

Your commitment to this is somewhat flattering, I'll give you that much...

But nah, I'm just here to enjoy the poems being posted (and recorded, more importantly). Should that at some point inspire me to record something myself, you'll be the first to know~

I'm so happy that this is my 50th post. 

Israfel
by EDGAR ALLEN POE

And the angel Israfel, whose heart-strings are a lute, and who has the sweetest voice of all God’s creatures. —KORAN

In Heaven a spirit doth dwell
“Whose heart-strings are a lute”;
None sing so wildly well
As the angel Israfel,
And the giddy stars (so legends tell),
Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell
Of his voice, all mute.

Tottering above
In her highest noon,
The enamoured moon
Blushes with love,
While, to listen, the red levin
(With the rapid Pleiads, even,
Which were seven,)
Pauses in Heaven.

And they say (the starry choir
And the other listening things)
That Israfeli’s fire
Is owing to that lyre
By which he sits and sings—
The trembling living wire
Of those unusual strings.

But the skies that angel trod,
Where deep thoughts are a duty,
Where Love’s a grown-up God,
Where the Houri glances are
Imbued with all the beauty
Which we worship in a star.

Therefore, thou art not wrong,
Israfeli, who despisest
An unimpassioned song;
To thee the laurels belong,
Best bard, because the wisest!
Merrily live, and long!

The ecstasies above
With thy burning measures suit—
Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love,
With the fervour of thy lute—
Well may the stars be mute!

Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely—flowers,
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
Is the sunshine of ours.

If I could dwell
Where Israfel
Hath dwelt, and he where I,
He might not sing so wildly well
A mortal melody,
While a bolder note than this might swell
From my lyre within the sky.



My reading: vocaroo.com/i/s1OeB37TTXyl


Alright...I'll stop trying my hand at peer pressure.  

Okay, I don't want to make anyone feel like they have to. But do keep posting if you find other things you like, rhyming or not. I post a lot of rhyming verse, after all.