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Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 16-Aug-2003, 02:36 PM |
Sometimes Wisdom... Sometimes... Love is like honey laced with arsenic. Hate is like a sore left to fester. Sex is like bungee jumping. Sometimes... Compassion is not enough. A friend is better than a brother. The writing on the wall is in a foreign tongue. And sometimes... I see the sun, but still feel the rain. By Roisin-Teagan 1998 |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 16-Aug-2003, 02:41 PM |
Untitled Haiku: A fury of wings, Flashing in the morning sun- Meets the horizon. Roisin-Teagan 1998 I thought I would just submit a few works to join in. |
Posted by: karina 02-Sep-2003, 01:49 AM |
Hi...this is a lyric of the most popular band in Latvia "Brainstorm". Their lyrics are just perfect... www.brainstorm.lv Karina from Latvia ...billions of stars are falling down without touching the ground We shine thru the night And when you fade with a smile my existance is not worth while alone in the sky Just a little more, I'll know beyond the known Just a little more, no, no, let me go One morning we'll find out - this is ours, spring and late winters hours and high windy sky The end of the world will arrive silently, will lull us to sleep, will set us free togother we'll die We've goy to learn, how to stay awake and tell the real from the fake and to be wrong We have to sing, when we've got no vice We'll play with dusty toys and merge in the void Just a little more, and I'll know beyond the known Just a little more, no, no, let me go |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 02-Sep-2003, 07:24 AM |
Karina, The lyrics are pretty, I bet the song is just beautiful when it is set to music. |
Posted by: ranger 12-Sep-2003, 10:40 PM |
Elbereth From The Fellowship of the Ring Snow-white! Snow-white! O Lady clear! O Queen beyond the Western Seas! O Light to us that wander here Amid the world of woven trees! Gilthoniel! O Elbereth! Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath, Snow-white! Snow-white! We sing to thee In a far land beyond the Sea. O stars that in the Sunless Year With shining hand by her were sown, In windy fields now bright and clear We see your silver blossom blown! O Elbereth! Gilthoniel! We still remember, we who dwell In this far land beneath the trees, Thy starlight on the Western Seas. OOOOOooobviously not my own work, but he has so many..... |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 30-Sep-2003, 02:16 AM |
My Brother Cut down like the tall evergreen Stolen, before the dawn even broke Hearts torn and minds full of thundering numbness In the night season you come; vulnerable and loving Reaching out, trying to protect you, Suddenly, mourning floods the portals of my unconscious It is true, we are but a spark: Like the flowers of the fields, full bloom in the summer, Then frozen over and gone in the winter But oh, how glorious you were in the bright Sun And beautiful in the cold, cold night Imperfectly etched as a rough ridge mountain side Now just a burning ember to warm my soul, The memory of your face And the boisterous laughter of your heart On that faithful day---again we'll meet Until then, in the Father's embrace you'll remain Full of joy, alive, and set free! By Roisin-Teagan 1998 |
Posted by: Elspeth 30-Sep-2003, 06:06 AM |
Beautiful Roisin! I especially like the lines " Cut down like the tall evergreen Stolen, before the dawn even broke Hearts torn and minds full of thundering numbness" and "Now just a burning ember to warm my soul," Give us more! Elspeth |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 30-Sep-2003, 08:37 AM |
Elspeth, Thank you for your kind words. You know the story behind "My Brother"---it's very personal to me. Here are a couple more poems: Rushing River My wounded heart You took and bound Singing Your healing song Protecting, holding back This dam held in the depths unknown You sent Your word and promise, Like winter thawed by spring Suddenly, the River came forth Rushing joy, rushing wonderful and sweetness; Delights I've never tasted before By Roisin-Teagan 1999 Nous Rendezvous Gentle face With warm eyes you smile One look My heart races, gasping for breath Soft touch Ingnites fire---rushing and overtaking Roisin-Teagan 1999 |
Posted by: ranger 30-Sep-2003, 11:13 AM |
Beautiful, Roisin. Please keep posting them. Healing never stops. |
Posted by: Elspeth 30-Sep-2003, 01:52 PM |
I don't write poetry, just prose (as will soon be evident) but Roisen challenged me and who am I to pass on a challenge? So, here goes...... Married with Children A hug as you pass through the room A quick kiss goodbye Schedules and obligations steal our time Lovers become friends A kiss on the nape of my neck Goose bumps down my arms Time to make time |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 30-Sep-2003, 04:06 PM |
Great Elspeth! |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 03-Oct-2003, 09:08 AM |
Here is another piece of poetry: Sacred Exchanges Sacred exhanges Bound by a three braided cord Eyes wide open Against the gathering dark Silhouettes fusing Hearts run a rapturous race Swollen bell, Full of expectation, Awaiting the glorious advent Months pass like years, Years go like months Two and one more on the way Laying each brick of duplicity On a foundation of delusion, While longing for plateaus Swiftly, Hermes' arrow pierces the center Slicing one into two Roisin-Teagan 1996 |
Posted by: Richard Bercot 03-Oct-2003, 11:42 AM |
That was beautiful as life was intended to be. |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 20-Oct-2003, 09:03 AM |
What is Black? Prismatic colors fused, Absorbing light. Angry, Black Monday mourner. Ebonized ink Smeared across the sky. From one fountain Divergent brown hues emanate. Deep crys out to deep, Cast shadow from a brillant light. Roisin-Teagan 2003 |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 20-Oct-2003, 09:16 AM |
The Ocean Deep and wide is the ocean Come to it. You can hide Escape into the depths of neverending The sea inspires; brings out a wild spirit that stirs within the heart Open your heart Embrace the ocean Begin to feel its rhythm Move with it, hear it, feel it For a brief moment you are the ocean The sea has swallowed many ships with their cargo Great sailors that sailed upon her Have found their fate in a watery grave Unpredictable, in her silence, actually is planning her attack Strange mysteries and secrets are locked away on the bottom floor Waiting to be set free Restless is the ocean, a sea like me Roisin-Teagan 1987 |
Posted by: Aaediwen 22-Oct-2003, 03:14 PM |
Wunderbar! I like your material =) Blessed are we, the keepers of the words. To share with a pen the thoughts from our souls Your words are well crafted, my friend. keep it up! |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 22-Oct-2003, 04:11 PM | ||
I'm no Robert Burns or W.B. Yeats, but I try. |
Posted by: Aaediwen 22-Oct-2003, 05:01 PM |
Partial to Poe and Frost myself =) We all have our own style, You're quite good. You ever consider collecting it and publishing a collection? Kinda pricy, (~$400 US for 60 copies of <I>Mysteries of the Mind</I> when I did it) but it feels good. Also, looks like you may well have enough material by what you've posted here. |
Posted by: RavenWing 23-Oct-2003, 10:48 AM | ||
Ditto! |
Posted by: barddas 23-Oct-2003, 12:52 PM |
Edited |
Posted by: Elspeth 23-Oct-2003, 07:51 PM |
Hey, I like it! I really don't do poetry so poems to me are like a painting. I may not be able to analize it's artistic merits, but I know what I like and I know what speaks to me. So, don't laugh if I am really off base here but what this poem said to me is the things we hold onto may not be the best things for us and we may wake up one day and realize we are old and we let our life pass us by because we held onto the wrong dream. Got the banshee instead of the lady love. Then again, Roisin tells me it is all about intrepretation, so I can't be 'wrong'. Was I anywhere near the author's intent? Elspeth |
Posted by: Aaediwen 23-Oct-2003, 09:05 PM |
I feel that for a given piece to mean *something* to those who read it is what is important. It doesn't matter if it is the same thing as what the writer saw/felt when they wrote it. Just my 2 cents worth on the matter. I know that for my own material, I don't care if someone who reads it sees or feels the same thing I saw or felt as I wrote it. Just so long as they see or feel something from it then I feel like I've done my job. Anyone else share this view? |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 23-Oct-2003, 10:56 PM | ||
I totally agree with you both. Poetry is sort of like painting or a sculpture---once you have created it you have to let it stand on its own. The artist hopes what he or she was trying to convey or create is sensed by the on-looker in some form or fashion, but as we have heard before 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder'. I too love Poe and Frost. I would love to own E. A. Poe's entire written collection of works. Out of all the Poets I taught in High School Poe seems to be all the student's favorite. As for publishing a collection of my own poetry---I have thought about it, but wondered if anyone would want to read them. Outside of five works being published, I have felt little encouragment from family and friends about my writing. There is something about putting pen to paper. It is almost mystic, like a driving force within my soul. I often write emotional impressions of the heart. Sometimes I start with an idea, but most of the time it is a deep running emotion that last only for a brief moment. In order to capture it and explore it---I have to try to put that feeling into words. Maybe this sounds a little trite, but it is my method and reason for writing poetry. |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 23-Oct-2003, 11:08 PM | ||
barddas, In my opinion, a poet is a storyteller just as a bard is a storyteller. The old ballads that were sung and passed from generation to generation are pieces of poetry, at least this is what my British Lit. professor told us. These particular works weren't written down at first, but only sung in taverns and watering holes of old. In some instances, old ballads started out as poetry and some poetry started out as ballads then later recorded for prosperity. So from one poet to another your piece was very good. |
Posted by: RavenWing 24-Oct-2003, 06:43 AM |
I am not much of a poet, but I was inspired by my cat to write this the other day. Pounce! Little birds scurry when surprised by the tabby with the white left paw. |
Posted by: Richard Bercot 24-Oct-2003, 07:10 AM |
Raven Wing, I liked it. It was short and sweet and said a lot. |
Posted by: RavenWing 24-Oct-2003, 07:11 AM |
thanks! |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 24-Oct-2003, 07:34 AM |
RavenWing, Great Haiku---you captured that moment in time beautifully. |
Posted by: barddas 24-Oct-2003, 08:18 AM |
Thanks everyone... I guess i can post a few morew then... now that my awkward feeling is subsiding...LOL!!!! What are YOU talking about mary!!!???? I've seen your Haikus before... they're great!!!!! silly girl you |
Posted by: barddas 24-Oct-2003, 08:28 AM |
edited |
Posted by: oldraven 24-Oct-2003, 09:10 AM |
I don't write poetry, I write prose. But after I got reading Tolkien I was inspired by the little songs of lore the characters would burst into. This is like those, just not as good. Echonil?s curse On an endless black day in the land of endless night Echonil on an earthen rug bathed in firelight From the hearth the wood crackled and burned The fire revealing pain and tear as he yearned For Radia who lived in the other world Of endless light where life unfurled Echonil cried feeling he could cope no more As he thought of his love on the farthest shore He rose to his feet, his mind filled to the brim With thoughts of leaving with naught to stop him Armed with a lowly knife he set out on an unfamiliar track To the Elderhouse for a way out with no thoughts of coming back |
Posted by: barddas 24-Oct-2003, 09:24 AM |
Very nice old raven.... I really enjoyed it |
Posted by: oldraven 24-Oct-2003, 09:28 AM | ||
Thanks a lot Barddas. I rarely share my writing with anyone. Usualy just my automotive stuff. You put less of yourself into journalism. It's a three part piece I did. Let me know if anyone would like to see the rest. Thanks again. |
Posted by: barddas 24-Oct-2003, 11:33 AM |
Bring them on!!!! |
Posted by: oldraven 24-Oct-2003, 11:40 AM |
Echonil in the Elderhouse With great speed he fled from the land he'd lived so long For hope that soon he should hear Radia's siren song So for weeks Echonil passed by brook and field To Elderhouse so he might learn to pass the dark worlds sheild If only to see the land of light and peace Where at long last his heart would find it's release. Echonil fell upon the steps of Elderhouse with questions fast in mind 'I beg of thee, oh Elderin, grant me wisdom, so my star I shall find.' But the Elderin stood fast, this land of dark their beloved home 'What you seek cannot be told, lest you live your life to roam, In search of escape to that which you shall not reach, for the bonds to break before you are through are difficult to breach.' Echonils rage burned at these words, for he knew he would have to prove his worth 'I will do as is required, for I will surely die, but in the land of light I shall have rebirth. Show me how I might inherit that splendid other land For I will someday turn to shadow and shall live without guiding hand.' His words moved the Elderin and their pity they laid upon him For as they were once men like Echonil they saw his future was dim. 'Go east beyond the stones of Denerothe and you shall find the passage there And when you enter the Great Barrier the trials thou shall find to fill you with dispair.' With many a thanks Echonil withdrew for he was given what he asked And when the path before him stretched forth the way home had been masked. 'Move on with courage young Echonil, for we can guide thee not. The path you have to find yourself.' The Elderin provide what he sought. |
Posted by: oldraven 24-Oct-2003, 11:44 AM |
The last line, I just can't seem to get it right. The Stones of Denerothe Echonil walked on, his search taking him to the stones of Denerothe, where the world was empty but for broken armor and bones. This place was once a home for battle, between two hatefull kings An anchient dispute, death and pain is what Denerothe brings. The men of Kanduet, all wise and keepers of life Saw the battles and watched the peasants low in strife. The war of Reendol and Beolak, was haulted by the Kanduet For they wanted only peace, and thus the two kings met With these men of love and life, who would stop the war at all cost. But the kings would not agree, and so peace was once again lost. So the Kanduet, with anchient power from which no man has memory Bore down on the kings and thus their reign existed now in history. Echonil stared at the two kings, cold and lifeless with no form And thus passed through the barrier and stepped into the storm. When the Kings were defeated, the men continued to fight With no lord to order them, this new war had no wrong or right. The Kanduet were wracked with sorrow to see their efforts a waste They split the world in two and the peoples were devided with haste. Thus the barrier was born and the men forgot their anger And so began new lives where war would be lost forever. But this act was too much for the Kanduet, so they faded turning hollow And the world they lived in followed them, thus their homeland fell under shadow. The light that once had covered the earth had now gone forever Accross the sea of maddness where the men of Beolak would see night never.[/COLOR] |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 24-Oct-2003, 04:56 PM | ||
I'm going to start calling you "The Phoenix" Jason. |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 24-Oct-2003, 05:06 PM |
Oldraven, I love your prose. I too like to write prose, but I'm not as good as you. Please think about continuing the story with a ray of hope from a unlikely hero who journeys to find the key to unlock the light once again. Just a suggestion. |
Posted by: Aaediwen 24-Oct-2003, 08:34 PM |
I've got about 5 pages die to write for this thread... I had it all typed out then Mozilla got hung in a loop and I had to restart it. Let's blame it on Barddas =) for GP Tomorrow promises to be slow at work, maybe I'll type it out and post it somewhere.... All sorts about that mystical spirit place from wence words come. |
Posted by: oldraven 24-Oct-2003, 09:54 PM | ||
That's the most positive response I've ever gotten from my writing. Honestly. I've had comments before, even positive, but not like that. Thank you. |
Posted by: Richard Bercot 24-Oct-2003, 10:45 PM |
Old Raven, I like the story line and I too would like to see this carried on. It also has a good flow to it. Ever since I started reading LOTR. I find myself reading with the same rhythmic flow and for me it makes reading more enjoyable. Keep it up. |
Posted by: oldraven 25-Oct-2003, 04:20 PM | ||
Thanks, Richard. I know what you mean. As I was writing this, I kept picturing a little curly haired Hobbit standing on his chair blaring it out to the rest in the pub, or a Ranger singing to his company in the northern forests. I've never used rhyme before this, and if I had never read LOTR,I would not have tried. Now that I'm armed with your encouragement, I will make it a point to follow this one through. Thanks, all of you folk. |
Posted by: silverdragon 29-Oct-2003, 06:29 PM |
THE STALKING Afar on the ridge A flicker of orange light Smell its acrid breath There beyond the pass How did it get there so fast? Wings of burning death No escaping here The dragon fire surrounds you Sleep well after flame ----------------------------- My own humble offering to those lives we've lost here in Southern California. |
Posted by: Aaediwen 29-Oct-2003, 09:59 PM |
Touching. I've spoken with several people in that area recently. All I can say is, I'm glad I'm not there. I like your statement to the plight of those folks. |
Posted by: Elspeth 30-Oct-2003, 06:59 AM |
Very moving Silverdragon. Hope you and yours were spared the damage of the flames. |
Posted by: oldraven 30-Oct-2003, 10:13 AM |
Very well done. Very sombre subject. We're blessed that no one died up here durring the fires last month. Many, many lost homes, but no deaths. Not that I know of anyway. Here's hoping you and yours are safe. |
Posted by: silverdragon 30-Oct-2003, 12:46 PM |
Thanks for your good wishes, folks. My family and I are not affected directly, thankfully, but several friends have lost property, and more are still evacuees. There are friends from the Lake Arrowhead district I haven't heard from yet... |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 30-Oct-2003, 02:19 PM |
silverdragon, Your poem was very fitting. The devastation must be horrible which I can't imagine. My best wishes that everyone will come out of it alive. But sad to report that I heard on the news today that a fireman who was battling the blaze lost his life. God help them all! |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 31-Oct-2003, 01:37 PM |
Here is a poem that is a sort of a riddle. Tell me if you can guess the answer of: Who Am I? My species comes in various shapes, Colors, and styles: Horizontal, sometimes vertical, Of wood or metal. My life may seem mundane, Because I stand all day In the rain, in the snow, In the wind and blazing sun. But I stand proudly, Eagerly awaiting my parcel. I must be special, because people come daily Checking my mouth for their parchments. Roisin 1999 |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 31-Oct-2003, 01:41 PM |
Untitled Haiku: Baby bottle falls, Pitter-patter goes baby, Running down the hall. Roisin 1999 |
Posted by: Richard Bercot 31-Oct-2003, 03:26 PM | ||
Roisin-Teagan, The first thing that came to my mind is a Mail Box. How close am I? |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 01-Nov-2003, 12:13 AM |
Richard, You are on the money. I know it is so obvious, but believe me, many people I've shown this to don't have a clue. I guess submitting it was a little lame, but maybe fun too. |
Posted by: Richard Bercot 01-Nov-2003, 02:22 AM |
Roisin-Teagan, Don't feel so bad about it. I posted a Riddle in the Irish Forum, (plug here) that was so, what I thought, easy. I figured it out before I had finished typing it. There were other two people had an answer for it and they both were right. So it happens. But don't stop trying. I can't always be right. (even though I think I am) |
Posted by: Elspeth 01-Nov-2003, 07:54 AM | ||
Oh, but Richard of course you are always right. And I'm sure your wife completely agrees with your selfassessment. |
Posted by: 3Ravens 01-Nov-2003, 07:55 AM |
Or she lets you think so, anyway! |
Posted by: Richard Bercot 01-Nov-2003, 11:29 PM |
Elspeth and 3Ravens, I tried telling that to my wife and all she could do was laugh. But it wasn't the laugh, it was how she was doing it. It truly mades me wonder what she was really thinking? |
Posted by: Aaediwen 01-Nov-2003, 11:49 PM |
Good != difficult I think the mailbox one is pretty good. Maybe it's just the difference in the crowd here. It must not be *That* obvious, or else everyone you'd been showing it to surely would have gotten it. Ya see, when they get that easy is when you make them so funny that people are ROTFLMAO. Different strokes for different folks |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 02-Nov-2003, 12:04 AM |
Aaediwen, Thanks for the compliment. This particular piece was written in my Creative Writing class as an exercise. We had to write about an inaniment object without mentioning its name. For what it's worth it was fun writing. |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 05-Nov-2003, 12:29 AM |
On the Hunt Cunning, Black and sleek, Green-eyed; Appetite not yet sated---driven Lurking, exhaling vapors In a cold winter night, Heart untamed Moon splashes across the veiled forest When clouds give way A rustle in the brush, Announces unknowing prey Eyes lock on, Claws draw out, Body Extends, Every muscle tautens Hot blood pulses, Rushing to the deepest parts Senses keen, strength restrained, Ready to pounce and devour Roisin-Teagan 2001 |
Posted by: Celeste of the Stars1 05-Nov-2003, 12:40 AM |
I just wanted to let you know I think your poems are beautiful!!! Please keep writing, the gods have given you a great gift! |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 05-Nov-2003, 12:57 AM | ||
For some of us, it takes a long time to realize God has placed a gift of writing our hearts. The words ebb and flow at first, but with illumination the spring gushes forth. Thank you for your kind words. I would say the same to you---keep writing as you search for your true voice and vision! |
Posted by: barddas 06-Nov-2003, 10:58 AM |
Edited |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 06-Nov-2003, 11:25 AM | ||
WOW! Jason, Your poem is very beautiful! It helps me welcome winter. |
Posted by: barddas 06-Nov-2003, 03:28 PM |
Thank you! It just popped into my head this morning.... It's a bit chily and rainy today... so it just struck me Thank you for your kind words... |
Posted by: silverdragon 06-Nov-2003, 05:21 PM | ||
Nice one. |
Posted by: Aaediwen 06-Nov-2003, 08:35 PM |
Nice imagery. Great =) |
Posted by: Elspeth 06-Nov-2003, 08:54 PM | ||||
Hey 'Old Fool"! I couldn't agree with Silver Dragon more! I Love it. Have to ask, did your Christmas thread inspire the last line? 'Old Woman' Elspeth |
Posted by: barddas 07-Nov-2003, 07:37 AM |
Thanks everyone!!!! Gives memore confidence..Thanks Elspeth, the last line I guess came from the holiday thread now that you mention it! The first line though I has been in my head since last year. What ever I put after itnever seemed to fit. I woke up yesterday and there it was..... FINALLY...LOL! |
Posted by: Castlehigh 07-Nov-2003, 11:25 AM |
Hi, Barddas! I like the image of Autumn drawing her colourful quilt close (up about) her. Perhaps in doing so she's being mindful of Spring and Summer's dainty handwork. And Winter smiles, surely for he knows that love is sowed in a cosy bed. Very beautiful and inspirational, Barddas! Thank you. I'm over in Celtic Hearts: A Sacred Hearth of Éire . Cordially, Castlehigh of Éire |
Posted by: Aaediwen 08-Nov-2003, 08:27 PM |
Got to love it when beautiful imagry feeds off of beautiful imagry. nice nice nice =) I like what I read here |
Posted by: barddas 09-Nov-2003, 08:36 AM | ||
Aye that she is ... Thank you for the kind words... I enjoy your pieces also... Very nice.. |
Posted by: Angel Whitefang (Rider) 13-Nov-2003, 12:41 PM |
So much talent from all of you!!, Please continue to post these wonderful poems. You guys and Gals really know how to pull the heart string! Much Love, |
Posted by: Aaediwen 13-Nov-2003, 07:12 PM |
I purchased Connie Dover's <I>The Border of Heaven</I> yesterday, and while I was listening to it today, I thought of something. Although the music changed so radically between the isles and, in this case, the American frontier; the roots still sound strong. The style of music that Connie portrays on this CD is quite diffrent from what I'm used to. But the storytelling in it is the same, and the Celtic roots can still be heard. While I was listening to it today, I slipped the following into Notepad: <PRE> The story telling tradition lives strong So much of the day's music loses this quality to commericialism The traditions of the olden days, of the bardic history, they survuve first and foremost in the retesllings of the old stories the same, age old songs and ballads told, and retold; sung and resung generation to generation even today's best songs, many of them tell a story in this tradition the song which tells a story, carries the strongest emotion tales of hardship, tales of joy tales of comedy, and thise of tears 'tis these which endure, because they are more than a poem, and they are more than music they are history, told and retold each tells a story that would otherwise be forgotten indeed, the wonderful stories that are preserved in these songs are forgotten by those who are not familiar with the style of music in which it is preserved </PRE> Just a thought No, I have not spellchecked it. Nor do I intend to unless I do something more with it, which may happen. |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 14-Nov-2003, 02:06 AM |
'Tis so true Aaediwen. As one poet/singer/songwriter once sung: "Momma, I've got two strong hands and they're fine as far as hands go I can shoulder the future, I can face the wind for the dream that I must follow it's a dream that could kill with it's beauty it's a hurt that can heal with its pain but with all these miles that lie before me I may never get home again but I'll carry the songs I learned when we were kids I'll carry the scars of generations gone by I'll pray for you always and I promise you this I'll carry on, I'll carry on I kissed the earth on my daddy's grave said goodbye to my brave young companions but when they hoist the sail I know my heart will break as bright and as fine as the morning and I don't know where this road will take me but they say there's a place there for a man and I'm only afraid that my dreams may betray me and I'll never get home again... but I'll carry the songs I learned when we were kids I'll carry the scars of generations gone by I'll pray for you always and I promise you this I'll carry on, I'll carry on oh, I can shoulder the future, I can brave the wind oh, we go on, we go on but we never get home again" By Rich Mullins/Beaker copyright 1993 Edward Grant Inc. (ASCAP)/Kid Brothers of St. Frank Publishing Rich Mullins passed away in 1997. He was an awesome songwriter. He never wrote any of his songs down---he wrote them on the piano, on his hammered dulcimer, or the guitar and stored them in his head. I think his song "I'll Carry On" illuminates our rich history and legacy of story-telling through song. |
Posted by: Castlehigh 16-Nov-2003, 11:45 AM |
Aaediwen & Roisin-Teagan can you find some subtle Celtic roots from the following beautiful song by U2? <CENTER>Stuck In A Moment I'm not afraid of anything in this world There's nothing you can throw at me that I haven't already heard I'm just trying to find a decent melody A song that I can sing in my own company I never thought you were a fool But darling - look at you You gotta stand up straight - carry your own weight These tears are going nowhere, baby You've got to get yourself together You've got stuck in a moment and now you can't get out of it Don't say that later will be better Now you're stuck in a moment and you can't get out of it I will not forsake the colours that you bring The nights you filled with fireworks - they left you with nothing I am still enchanted by the light you brought to me I listen through your ears - through your eyes I can see And you are such a fool to worry like you do I know it's tough, and you can never get enough Of what you don't really need now - my, oh my You've got to get yourself together You've got stuck in a moment and you can't get out of it Oh love, look at you now You've got yourself stuck in a moment and you can't get out of it I was unconscious, half asleep The water is warm till you discover how deep I wasn't jumping - for me it was a fall It's a long way down to nothing at all You've got to get yourself together You've got stuck in a moment and you can't get out of it Don't say that later will be better Now you're stuck in a moment and you can't get out of it And if the night runs over, and if the day won't last And if our way should falter along the stony pass And if the night runs over, and if the day won't last And if your way should falter along this stony pass It's just a moment - this time will pass _______________ (From the Album All That You Can't Leave Behind) </CENTER> Cordially, Castlehigh of Éire |
Posted by: maggiemahone1 16-Nov-2003, 06:52 PM | ||
How many times have I heard those sounds! Now I hear the pitter-patter of grandbabies. How time does fly. maggiemahone1 |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 17-Nov-2003, 01:09 AM | ||
Castlehigh, You won't believe me when I say that when I was a teen and a young adult U2 was my favorite band. I was heavily influenced by Bono's lyrics on his earlier records (when they made records---how old does that make me? ). I can look back to some of my earlier writings and see his influence. I only realized this or just remembered this last month, as I was reading over some of my old poems. I still love listening to Bono's voice and the Edge's electric guitar. U2 has the most unique style which has transformed over the years but never lost it's core. |
Posted by: Castlehigh 17-Nov-2003, 02:18 PM |
Roisin-Teagan Forever Young! What do think of U2's song, I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For from their album The Joshua Tree? "I have scaled these city walls" Cordially, Castlehigh of Éire |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 18-Nov-2003, 02:39 AM | ||
Castlehigh, Thanks so much for the compliment---I needed it. Anyway early thirties isn't old. Being old is a mind set, and somtimes I feel like I'm still in my early twenties. I love the "Joshua Tree" album too. The descriptive language and symbolizim used in "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" is wonderful. Bono's words make you really think, think about life and who you are becoming on the journey. |
Posted by: barddas 18-Nov-2003, 02:22 PM |
edited |
Posted by: Castlehigh 18-Nov-2003, 02:28 PM | ||
Roisin-Teagan "on the journey" have you taken time to perhaps listen to some fine words also from any of David Gray's songs? What think you of such beautiful songs of his as 'This Year's Love' & 'Babylon'? Cordially, Castlehigh of Éire |
Posted by: myriad 18-Nov-2003, 04:33 PM |
oh my, U2... I love them. A couple of my favorites are Sunday Bloody Sunday and Beautiful Day... oh, and Electrical Storm. hmmmm, Think I will put them in now... Ahh but that Bono is a good looking man isn't he *wink? I love that song you typed the lyrics out Castlehigh... one of my husbands favorites. |
Posted by: Castlehigh 19-Nov-2003, 12:17 AM | ||
With my compliments, Myriad. What does highly-favored Husband of Myriad like about this song? Cordially, Castlehigh of Éire |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 22-Nov-2003, 12:48 PM | ||
I'm baaaaaack!, Nope, never heard his music before. I think I'll check it out soon. So what so special about David Gray? Guys, I've been out of town for a while and dealing with remodling the house. Now I hope to get back on track with posting on the forums. Really missed you guys. Yours, Roisin |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 22-Nov-2003, 12:56 PM | ||
Jason, Very interesting---I like the scene you paint with all the action in motion. When you say 'somewhere beneath the ground' do you mean the wee one died? You have peaked my interest---come up with a title and continue it a bit. Yours, Roisin |
Posted by: Richard Bercot 22-Nov-2003, 02:47 PM | ||
Roisin-Teagan, I was wondering where you were. I had missed seeing your Posts. Welcome back. |
Posted by: Elspeth 22-Nov-2003, 02:58 PM | ||
I wondered where you've been. Was planning on sending you a pm if I didn't see you about soon. Hope the house is habitable. If not, dust yourself off and get on-line more. Elspeth |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 23-Nov-2003, 04:56 PM |
I literally dusted myself off Elspeth. We were having some dry-wall repairs and the dust went everywhere when the sanding process started. Now all we have left to do is paint. I just wanted to say thanks to both you and Richard for missing me. It's nice to have someone care. Maybe I'll catch you both tonight on the Chat. Yours, Roisin |
Posted by: barddas 24-Nov-2003, 11:51 AM |
Edited |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 06-Dec-2003, 12:35 AM |
'Paper is Patient'* It doesn't argue, contradict, or put words in your mouth; It just listens. By Roisin 1986 (An oldie, but a goodie) *this phrase oringally written by Anne Frank. I quoted her and added my two cents worth. |
Posted by: Stargazer 12-Dec-2003, 07:49 PM |
All of these poems bring much beauty to me eyes and joy to me heart Far quel vanwen |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 12-Dec-2003, 10:34 PM | ||
I thank you Stargazer for your compliments, and I am sure Elspeth, barddas, and castlehigh (and others) thank you as well (since a few of their poems are posted here too). I am glad our words and imagery touched your heart---In my poetry, this is my aim, because I was moved deeply to express into words what I was feeling or experiencing at the time. Please feel free to post a poem or prose of your own. Regards, Roisin |
Posted by: Derfel 17-Dec-2003, 09:08 AM |
Hi everybody! This is the translation of a song from Herbert Groenemeyer, a german singer and songwriter. Hope you enjoy it! Derfel The way Herbert Groenemeyer I cannot see anymore Don't trust my eyes anymore Can hardly believe Feelings have turned I am much too inert to give up It would be much too early as well Because something always goes We were banded together Would have died for each other Have bent rain Have lent trust to each other We have tried to turn at schuss Nothing was too late But much was too early We have pushed us Through all tides Have frittered away Have loved us desperately We have denied truth as much as we could It was a piece of heaven That you are there You have flooded every room With sun Have reversed every sorrow Nordic, noble your gentle kindness Your unruly pride Life is not fair Have danced the movie In a silver room Have gazed at eternity From the golden arch Completely lost, delirious And everything was allowed Together in quick motion midsummer Nights Dream You have flooded every room With sun Have reversed every sorrow Nordic, noble your gentle kindness Your unruly pride Life is not fair Your firm walk Your true poems Your cheerful warmth Your unswerving skill You have defied fate Have never betrayed Your plan of fortune Your plan of fortune I don't go away Have extended my time New time travel Open world Have you certain in my soul I carry you with me Until the curtain falls I carry you with me Until the curtain falls |
Posted by: Angel Whitefang (Rider) 02-Jan-2004, 11:27 AM |
Back to the Top and Pinned |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 03-Jan-2004, 11:57 PM |
At Twilight Radiance fades Birds seek their bowers, While nocturnal creatures yawn for shadow Night?s heavy mantel shrouds the land Twinkles pierce the gathering darkness, And whispers dance on the wind By Roisin-Teagan 2004 |
Posted by: Haldur 04-Jan-2004, 04:32 PM |
Dusk Dusk is as a great dragon Bellowing its fire over the horizon Spilling the dew as diamonds With which to birth utmost beauty Blood to blood, tears to skin The night falls like a curtain Fast and with such grace As to break the silence of daylight And the moon its its twelfth hour Spilleth wine and water upon the heather Leaving soft whispers from Heaven And the stars remember when she sang On the wings of the goddess of night... |
Posted by: Haldur 07-Jan-2004, 05:30 PM |
At the helm of the battle Eyes fixed on the fight Wood to bone, steel to skin I lay still at my altar Many skulls lying bleached here Beneath my own feet Gods of war, fires of Hell Stroke the waters of Heaven Thine eyes have seen all glory Mine ears stalk the night Forked tongues whisper sin Over hills drenched with her blood Though the kings of old have fell And the walls have died Like poison, death awaits To be drawn from thy river Yet I stray from the skirmish I pine evermore To see spring's blossoms bear All the fruit of a long life Seven years have since passed by And my home is far All my kin are lost now Between the moon the starts I hear swords in the mountains I sense voices on the wind I spoke to God today And the fire burned within THIS IS A NEW PIECE I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY! |
Posted by: barddas 09-Jan-2004, 02:20 PM | ||
Very nice Roisin! Good imagry!!! Seems like i have been away from here for some time! Just wanted to say everyones work is quite good! Thanks for sharing!!! Cheers |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 09-Jan-2004, 02:43 PM | ||
Thanks Jason--I'm glad you liked it. Glad you to have you back in Celtic Hearts and posting your own poetry. |
Posted by: maggiemahone1 09-Jan-2004, 08:49 PM |
I'd like to compliment you folks on your poetry. Very nice work. You should all pat yourselves on the back. maggiemahone1 |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 10-Jan-2004, 07:23 AM | ||
Patti, I see from your signature that you've tried your hand at the quill. Now it is your turn to pen to paper and write a few of your own verses... Come on share a few stanzas! |
Posted by: Chele 05-Feb-2004, 11:51 AM |
Early Morning Mist by Chele I see... An early morning mist Floating across the loch Blanketing the land Hills rising in the distance As a new day dawns I hear... Water flowing all around Wee critters stirring Birds chirping a joyful song Gentle footsteps approach A loving voice upon my ear I feel... The cool morning air upon my skin The soft lush earth beneath my feet Music in my heart Peace within my soul As my lovers arms embrace me I see...The beauty of a new beginning I hear...Vows of forever I feel...The bond of a love strong and true I am complete. |
Posted by: Chele 05-Feb-2004, 11:53 AM |
We Can Be Found by Chele Rays of warm sunlight Shining through the trees Speckled and diffused Creating a magical scene I wake from my slumber The petals of my bed soft with dew I stretch and rub my eyes And take in the glorious view The forest comes alive With the dawn of a new day The music of nature all around I flutter to the ground to play I run on tiptoes though the pines Stealing glances here and there Calling for my sisters and brothers Singing a song sweet and fair When you pass through our realm Listen carefully and you may hear The whisper of wings fluttering And gentle laughter in the air For we are the Wee Folk Spreading beauty all around And when a heart is true We can be found |
Posted by: Chele 05-Feb-2004, 11:55 AM |
Twilight Has Settled by Chele Twilight has settled We are so far apart A shadow of darkness Covering my heart He has gone Far from my sight My world closing in Instincts say ?fight? Staring at the night sky I wipe away a tear A fire burning inside Will overcome my fear So here in the darkness I stand and I yearn My cloak wrapped tight As I await my lover?s return |
Posted by: Chele 05-Feb-2004, 11:57 AM |
Moonlight Stroll by Chele Strolling late one sleepless night Amongst the blooming lilac trees As moonlight shone oh so bright A familiar figure I did see Although I need not see his face His presence felt deep within A love strong and true beckons me My soul has found it's twin As I approach he turns my way Gently placing my hands in his He smiles into my eyes and says Stay with me forever Mo Cridhe |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 05-Feb-2004, 12:23 PM |
Chele, Glad you posted some poetry...I especially like the one "We Can Be Found" about the wee folk. Roisin |
Posted by: barddas 05-Feb-2004, 02:36 PM |
Chele, VERY NICE! Also, nice to see I am not the only one writing about the shide folk.... Cheers |
Posted by: Chele 05-Feb-2004, 10:27 PM |
Thank you both! I am especially fond of the Sidhe. And that poem of the wee folk just happened to come to me one night.....lol. Working on another piece of a young beautiful fairy who watches her lover from her tree perch. Will try to post it soon. |
Posted by: Aaediwen 06-Feb-2004, 05:56 PM |
Wunderbar! na sidhe ... Gle` mhath, a Chele Wonderful work =) looking forward to more. Nice imagery, and a nice feel to your poems. I like =) |
Posted by: Chele 07-Feb-2004, 12:45 PM |
Thank you Aaediwen. As I sit and listen to some Celtic music....I was able to put together the piece I mentioned before. I hope everyone enjoys it. It's of a beautiful young fairy who discovers her true love. (Have to give credit to my daughter who helped me with the last line. ) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Union by Chele Gossamer wings flutter in the breeze As I sit upon my mossy perch up high Watching as you draw nearer in my sight Your every move powerful & intriguing Strong arms to hold me tight A dimpled smile always shining bright Your magic mesmerizes me Till the world around us fades away Lost in your eyes, n'er to be found You sing to me a melody sweet and true Antics and humor make me smile e'ry day Laughter rolls from my lips as we play A searing kiss steals my breath away A special warmth growing from inside out Till I all but shine like the sun He embodies all that I've searched for Mending my heart, reviving my soul Our union...our love...a sight to behold |
Posted by: CelticRose 07-Feb-2004, 11:46 PM |
Chele! You are truly gifted in prose! I love your poems! Looking forward to more! Especially anything to do with sidhe......you know that already, eh? |
Posted by: Chele 09-Feb-2004, 07:56 PM |
Thank you CelticRose....you are always generous with the compliments. Although it's not your typical 4 line rhyming....lol....I thought it wasn't half bad. Will have to work on my next piece.....and of course, it will more than likely be of the sidhe.....or possible the selkies. |
Posted by: Chele 09-Feb-2004, 08:38 PM |
This was a quick little one I wrote to go with my avatar on another site. Thought I would share it. Winter has been too long The wind much too cold Days dark and dreary Making this fairy feel old I long for singing birds And bursts of color to begin The breeze through my hair Warm sun upon my skin I'll sit here and wait And daydream of Spring My heart growing anxious To soar with new wings |
Posted by: CelticRose 09-Feb-2004, 10:49 PM |
Oh I love that one! It is so beautiful. Also love the faery sig. I hear they are also referred to fae's. Have you heard that? |
Posted by: Chele 10-Feb-2004, 06:31 PM |
Thanks again CelticRose. I have read in many books where they were called "fae"s.....including one prominent author (whom I cannot remember). However.....(there's always a however-lol)....according to my Scottish friends the word "fae" means "from", not "fairy". Here is one that was written to me, by someone who was/is very special to me (my soulmate). How Much I Love You Jon P. I was born Into this world alone Naked and without fear I learned a different way to hear As a child I grew Among those I never knew Never knowing how to act I was fiction more than fact But as I lived and grew, I found A desire yet unlived, unwound Naught that others would understand And yet so close within my hand As years passed so did my want For that which other had not I sunk in upon myself in learning Never completely denying my yearning Never thinking it could be true Prepared to walk Earth without you It almost came to pass Blinded by the glass...the rest see through But life had left One chance to fly Nearly missed By a chance to die...a lonely life Fate said though "You're not ready yet There is still someone You haven't met" Now I realize Happiness was just a second away from despair Because the universe said "It does not end here.....for you" I listened one last time Before I left My heart empty And bereft I called You heard You are my word Naked again am I I hear clear this time I am yours And you are mine I love you...as I always will For it can not be otherwise There is no choice We are living destiny |
Posted by: Aaediwen 10-Feb-2004, 06:31 PM |
CelticRose, indeed, that is true Fae Farie Fairy Sidhe There are a few other spellings too |
Posted by: Chele 10-Feb-2004, 06:44 PM |
The Word Jon P. This feeling I have inside I did not recognize at first Intense emotion flooded me That sated an ancient thirst I walked awake, alone, alive, asleep Let others be my guide It was the only life I knew Thought I'd seen the brightest side I see others hand in hand And wonder if they really know What they have If they have Or do they just think it's so There is a word used constantly Everyday in life It is abused, used to deceive It's potential is denied But I know this word so well again The memory has returned From ages past, from what we shared It's meaning I have learned For every time I think of it I think of you as well It feels so strong inside of me That I can tell precisely Where in me my heart dwells This and more tells me that The word inside is true And the feeling that comes with it Grows so much stronger too Every time at you I gaze....and say "Angel, I love you." |
Posted by: Richard Bercot 10-Feb-2004, 08:36 PM |
Very Nice Chele, Very Nice. |
Posted by: CelticRose 10-Feb-2004, 11:47 PM | ||
Thanks Aaediwen! Some friends of mine have been talking about faeries and they got to calling them fae's and I had never heard that before. |
Posted by: Annabelle 11-Feb-2004, 10:40 PM |
Has Heaven reserved, in pity to the poor, No pathless waste, or undiscovered shore? No secret island in the boundless main? No Peaceful desert, yet unclaimed by Spain? Quick, let us rise, the happy seats explore, And bear oppresion's insolence no more! A Poem by Samuel Johnson This poem was written by Mr. Johnson of the scottish people coming to the new world. The New World at different times was called land of Ayllon, Guale, La Florida, Carolina and Ultimately Georgia. From the Book, Scottish Highlanders in Colonial Georgia,1735. Annabelle |
Posted by: Chele 12-Feb-2004, 11:40 AM |
I liked that Anabelle. Very nice. |
Posted by: Aaediwen 12-Feb-2004, 07:03 PM |
I'm so glad you can't copyright a title =) /me suddenly wonders how many poems exist entitled "The Word" here's mine, just because I think it'd be interesting to have two poems of the same title in the same thread, and because I haven't posted any poems in here. All of mine so far have been in my "Waters of Life" thread... <PRE> ?The Word" The flow A wave in my soul An ebbing tide A waning moon Leaving words in my mind Words that bear a message A new set of text A new definition A new set of concepts Those foreign to the rest These concepts acquire clarity The thought acquires meaning My spirit is alive in every fiber of my being I am that I become I become that I feel I feel that which is eternal The eternal is the ethereal The ethereal is a thought A thought is... The word. © 2002 Anthony Creech </PRE> |
Posted by: Haldur 13-Feb-2004, 10:58 PM |
Aaediwen, I have to say "The Word" is honestly one of your greatest pieces for it evokes what every person goes through, especially writers. Getting it to the page with all your heart is all that counts, and you have accomplished that in many ways, good friend! I also have to add that Chele's works are quite beautiful! The imagery is exquisite, I must say. Your use of meter and the written word is very pleasing indeed! I have a tiny splinter of a newer piece that I started on Wednesday, I do believe. Aaediwen spied it and thought it a dandy little entree! It is basically Celtic ballad I had swimming around in my musical fish bowl of a mind...sometimes, these ideas come to me while humming a tune or plucking my guitar. Anyway, enjoy! The sounds from the mountains Drifting out over Heaven Fell upon all dale and glen On the night of her return Through wood and meadow she walks alone Embracing the realms where the seas once flowed Her music still whispers between the stars Whilst her beauty still lives in our hearts I'll open my eyes and sing to my love Yes, I'll follow her long, flowing gown From the northern-most lands to the halls of my lord I will sing of my dear maiden's crown Through fire and tempest she threads her song Fulfilling the works of her kin and their throne Her music lifts my heart up to the sun In her kingdom remains only one |
Posted by: CelticRose 14-Feb-2004, 12:03 AM |
Oh my, Haldur! You are multi-talented. You paint and do poetry! Very good at both I must say. I always love Aaediwen's poetry! He is able to evoke many emotions and images when I read his work! good job, Aaediwen! |
Posted by: Chele 16-Feb-2004, 11:57 AM |
Haldur and Aaedewin.....those were awesome poems. Very nice!! You are right Aaedwin about copyrights on titles.....lol....that would be a bad thing. |
Posted by: barddas 16-Feb-2004, 02:49 PM |
Haldur and Aaedewin, GOOD SHOW! |
Posted by: Aaediwen 16-Feb-2004, 05:04 PM |
CelticRose: That's only part of it. The man's a musician too! I tell you I for one am unworthy of the presence of such greatness as his. All hail Haldur the great! |
Posted by: Aaediwen 16-Feb-2004, 05:50 PM |
That said, I've been working with Haldur on additions to the piece he posted above. I heard a stream to go with it as I read it, so I just started writing. The end result between the two of us follows: <PRE> "The Last Sidhe Queen" By: Josh Felty and Anthony Creech The sounds from the mountains Drifting out over Heaven Fell upon all dale and glen On the night of her return Through wood and meadow she walks alone Embracing the realms where the seas once flowed Her music still whispers between the stars Whilst her beauty still lives in our hearts I'll open my eyes and sing to my love Yes, I'll follow her long, flowing gown From the northern-most lands to the halls of my lord I will sing of my dear maiden's crown Through fire and tempest she threads her song Fulfilling the works of her kin and their throne Her music lifts my heart up to the sun In her kingdom remains only one Her return, it whispers of times long gone of spells, of parties, and of songs sung Back she comes to her barren land her image, a memory, along the strand 'Tis her I'll follow, through her lost world to be with her, as change is unfurled To hear her song, on the wind Calling through time, to her lost kin To be with her, in these sad days As stories she tells, of those lost ways Walking the strand, of a sea long dry Walking with her, yet she does not cry Cutting the air, her endless song rings Sounding the ages, as the Bean Sidhe sings The last of her kind, she's returning home With her I'll stay, and she'll not rule alone Ruler of her barren land, now this is she Lost now, are all her kin, all her kin but me Ruler of a land that was, before the age of man A memory now of time long gone, a memory in the sand </PRE> |
Posted by: barddas 18-Feb-2004, 09:36 AM | ||
Ah, after m'own heart.... Keeping the old spirits alive...... The Selkie one of my favorites of all Celtic creatures.... I really enjoy your work. |
Posted by: barddas 18-Feb-2004, 09:44 AM | ||
Very nice.... Sad but very nice. It reminds me of the elves leaving Middle Earth, as the age of the Elves fades away.... It also subconsiously brings to mind the many culture that have been lost through exploration, missionaries and so on.... It is sad to see cultures lose their identity..... Well done!!!! |
Posted by: Chele 18-Feb-2004, 08:44 PM |
Aaedewin and Haldur......I absolutely loved that one. Wow!!! Such talent. I am still working on my Selkie one, Barddas. Be patient with me. |
Posted by: CelticRose 18-Feb-2004, 10:21 PM |
I, too, am very much enjoying all this wonderful poetry. Such talented people. And loved reading "The Last Sidhe Queen." Awesome,Aaediwen. Chele, you know how much I love fairies, but you'll always be the Fairy Queen. Am really anxious to read about the Selkies now. Have just recently been reading about them. In fact, I saw an Irish movie on TV not too long ago called "Roan Inish" about a selkie child. Did you see that? It was awesome! Keep writing all you talented people |
Posted by: barddas 19-Feb-2004, 07:16 AM | ||
GREAT FILM!!!!!! I wrote a song loosly based on that film.. kindda a what might have happened after the film..... It's in the Mwah thread.....if ya would like to look at it... |
Posted by: CelticRose 19-Feb-2004, 07:28 AM |
OMG! Barrdas! You saw that film too? Plus wrote a song about it? Gotta check this out! Is that in the minstrel's thread you are talking about? sorry....don't know what what "mhah" thread is! You have to understand, it's my age! Will go searching nonetheless! |
Posted by: barddas 19-Feb-2004, 08:10 AM | ||
I own the film! The song is in Poems by Mwah.. in Celtic Hearts forum here is a link http://www.celticradio.net/php/forums/index.php?showtopic=1865&st=10 |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 19-Feb-2004, 11:56 PM |
barddas, I'm interested in seeing the movie "Roan Inish". Do you know if it is available for rental? Where did you buy yours and how old is the movie? Was it made in Ireland? I'm just asking all these questions to help me find the DVD. Any help you could give would be appreciated! Roisin |
Posted by: barddas 20-Feb-2004, 07:16 AM |
The actual title to the film is- The secret of Roan Inish I believe I got mine at Best Buy.... It is normally in the drama section. It was filmed in Ireland.... You can check Amamzon too...might find it cheaper there..... |
Posted by: Haldur 20-Feb-2004, 07:32 AM |
this is sort of another song I have flowing in my mind right now...enjoy Mists and the willow's bark Shadows of night Wandering o'er in the dale Hyacinth covering The graves of my kin Hallowed and sleepless they stand The stars that are painted In the cold, winter's sky Pale with the beauty Of life flowing by On the river of green and the grey on the wind Such beautiful music I hear from my kin And a memory lasting within |
Posted by: CelticRose 20-Feb-2004, 04:17 PM | ||
thank you for the link, barrdas! I loved it, loved, it, loved it! No lie! It is so beautiful! so you OWN the movie then? I have seen it a couple of times. It is such an enchanting movie. Hey! I just found out today that there is another movie about the same theme called "The Seventh Stream." It is set in Ireland and is about seals that turn into women, but need to return to their seal skins. Have you heard of this movie too? |
Posted by: barddas 20-Feb-2004, 04:53 PM | ||
Thank you, Rose! No I had not heard of that film. I will have to check it out!!!! |
Posted by: CelticRose 20-Feb-2004, 05:23 PM |
Check it barrdas and let me know what you think! I am going looking for it myself. I love anything to do with fairies and selkies! |
Posted by: Haldur 27-Feb-2004, 11:46 PM |
All, Haven't posted on here a while, the writing's been kinda sparse lately=( Thought I'd share a piece from one of my journals, enjoy. p.s.:untitled, too Cold and dark as night's release I return to the fold where the autumn sleeps They turn and fall under open streams Living in blood on the winter's dream Waiting for the stones to fall I stand against the warrior's wall Where many legends slow at ease Break through the heavens and the summer breeze Shadows fade as the sun sets high In the open arms of a shallow sky Time is near as the sands run out Leaves falling on the hands of doubt To fear the night as it falls on the hills Waking to the morn while the sparrow sings Storms we weather from the windowsill Fade to broken rain on the eagle's wings |
Posted by: Chele 05-Mar-2004, 11:04 PM |
Haldur........WOW! Both of your poems are incredible. Almost afraid to post my wee poem that I wrote last night.....lol....but it was written at a moment of loneliness and sadness. To know Love... Is to dance in the moonlight. To know Freedom... Is to follow the stars. To know Thyself... Is to face all your fears All the stars in the universe, Mean nothing if you are afraid of the moonlight. |
Posted by: Chele 05-Mar-2004, 11:12 PM | ||
That was really good Barddas! Do you write a lot of music? I will have to look into that movie. Thanks for mentioning it CelticRose. Btw CelticRose, I read your post earlier.....very sweet. Your Fairy Queen prays your garden always blooms roses. |
Posted by: Aaediwen 06-Mar-2004, 12:52 PM | ||
Love this =) Maybe I'll print it and post it @ work =) Simple, and right to the point. Nice flow too. |
Posted by: CelticRose 06-Mar-2004, 01:54 PM | ||||
Oh thank you, Fairy Queen Chele! BTW. you can call me Rose here too! Chele, your last wee poem was outstandingly beautiful! I hope you all (Haldur, Aaediwen and Chele) are publishing books with your beautiful poetry. They are certainly worthy of such an honor! I wish I had such a gift! Good on you all! |
Posted by: barddas 09-Mar-2004, 10:42 AM | ||||
Sorry for taking so long to respond.... Thank you for your kind words! I try and write one good piece a month. But there are always bits and pieces in between as well... It really depends on how much time I have to sit and do it.. But I am always thinking and jotting down new melodies...... |
Posted by: Chele 13-Apr-2004, 09:03 PM |
Barddas....I completely understand. I have been piece mealing the selkies poem in my head but haven't had a chance to put it to ink and paper. And in the mean time......sadly....I had my heart broken and this is my latest short one. You begged me not to go Promised to wait, you told me so Pretty words have come and gone But you have left in my heart a hole My mind is numb, chest aches to breath Loved you once, guess I always will Free me from this pain cries my soul And now my tears slowly spill |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 17-Apr-2004, 09:49 PM | ||
Honeydew Dreams Where has true love gone? I have felt its warm embrace and heard its beating heart. Its rapturous melody ensnared my soul, and left me wanting: Sweet dreams of morning mist and honeydew kisses Moonlit gardens of forbidden delights till dawn?s first break Spring?s first showers invigorated us and summer?s sun sprinkled our faces Autumn?s breeze nestled us in her leaves of many colors, While winter blew her flurry and engulfed us in white glory We reveled in our strength and believed in the promise of forever I in you and you in me Something broke and twisted We lost our way We cannot find the path back to the place where fairies and wee-folk dwell I long to go back---to live and dream again But alas, forever really does have an end By Roisin GilMartin 2004 This is for you Chele. I hope it helps your broken heart. Best regards, Roisin |
Posted by: CelticRose 17-Apr-2004, 10:45 PM | ||
Forgive me for not knowing barrdas, but are your writing the lyrics to these songs somewhere? You know I have YET to hear your music. I am ashamed to admit this but I just haven't heard your music at all. What is the best way to go about it? |
Posted by: MacEoghainn 18-Apr-2004, 10:03 AM |
I found this poem on the internet while surfing for information on one of my favorite movies," The Hasty Heart", starring Ronald Reagan, Patricia Neal, and Richard Todd as Lachlan "Lackie" MacLachlan. I have always felt kinship to the Lackie character because he is a Scot, he would be a member of Clan Maclachlan (the Clan the MacEwen clan is a protectorate of, and the character even has the name of the original Clan chieftain and the current Clan chieftain), and the characters antisocial/loner tendencies I share (much to my regret). MacE The Hasty Heart by J. Byron Dean This poem was written in dedication to RICHARD TODD who played "Lackie" in the 1949 film version of "The Hasty Heart". His fine performance inspired me to write this! JBD Close to my bosom I kept my love And shared it with not a soul. Casual acquaintances I did not make I'd never venture to be so bold! And if you'd ask me the question of what meant most to me. I'd tell you that I valued most my own sweet privacy! I took no delight in idle chat or idle words 'bout this or that and kept my pride 'neath my Highlander's hat. I called no man friend and he did like with me. I lived with only sorrow and his companion, misery. I wouldn't let them know the pain I held inside. I wouldn't take their friendship no matter how they tried. But true friends keep on trying, gently nudging without prying, they read between the lines and don't listen to my lieing. 'Cause for every man they'll come a day that's the end of where he'd start. And he'll want friends surrounding him when the time comes to depart. And if he turns his back on them, running fast as a fleeting dart, then he'll learn the true meaning of "sorrow's born from a hasty heart ... " |
Posted by: Chele 18-Apr-2004, 10:55 AM | ||
Thank you Roisin. It is healing slowly day by day. I am blessed to have many friends. Including one of my closest friends.....my soulmate....would be lost without him. Have a lovely day!! |
Posted by: Chele 18-Apr-2004, 10:58 AM | ||
Wow MacE! That poem was very nice. Never saw the movie but your description of it sounds intriguing. Thanks! |
Posted by: MacEoghainn 18-Apr-2004, 11:31 AM | ||
Chele, This movie is available on VCR Tape from Amazon.com. It is a GREAT movie well worth watching (though like all movies from that time period a little dated on some things). It was Richard Todd's first big Hollywood Movie and he received an Oscar nomination for this role (I believe he also won a GoldenGlobe for the role). "The Hasty Heart" was originally a Broadway Play starring Richard Basehart, opened in 1945. The Hasty Heart was remade for television as a miniseries in 1983. It starred Jesse Ferguson, Gregory Harrison, Perry King and Cheryl Ladd. Here is a plot synopsis from the Internet Movie Database (www.IMDB.com): Plot Summary for Hasty Heart, The (1949) It's 1945, Burma, the day the war is over! For many this means they've survived and will be going home. But not for everyone. A Scottish soldier, Corporal Lachlan "Lachie" MacLachlan is the victim of a wound to the lower back on this day. He's moved to a M.A.S.H. unit (actually a British field Hospital sre) and undergoes surgery. As time goes by he begins to recover and watches, in dismay, as soldiers pack up and head for home. The doctors have told him he needs to remain "for observation". The Colonel takes Sister Parker (Sister is not a religious title sre), the unit head nurse, into his confidence and tells her that the real reason Cpl. MacLachlan can't go home is because the wound he sustained destroyed one of his kidneys and the other one is defective and will shut down in three to four weeks. He asks her to put Lachlan up with some other soldiers she has waiting to go home so that he can spend his last days with friends. But Cpl. MacLachlan wants nothing to do with friends and prefers his own privacy to "idle chat". He's a hard nut to crack and their work is cut out for them to make him as comfortable as possible Great acting by all involved, especially an actor named Orlando Martins who play's an African soldier who speaks no English other than his nickname, "Blossom". If you don't have tears in your eyes after this movie then you don't have a heart. MacE (come close to tears just thinking about and everyone knows men don't cry!!) |
Posted by: Chele 10-Aug-2004, 10:01 PM |
Thanks MacE! I appreciate the info! Sorry for not replying sooner....it's been a crazy summer.....yikes!! This is a special poem I wrote about a very special friend. You Are The sun rises and sets in your eyes When you're happy they shine brightly When you're sad they are a deeper blue And when they look at me, they are warm and tender The moon and stars glow with your smile Your laugh makes me smile and I cannot help but laugh When you frown I want to conquer your troubles And when you kiss me, I feel desired and special The strength of the world flows from your hands A power that can move mountains Into a caress as genteel as a whisper An embrace that ensures protection and comfort The energy of the universe emanates from within you A natural leader whom people respect and admire A keen intelligence that inspires others to strive for better Your aura vibrates through me, making me feel alive and complete |
Posted by: Chele 10-Aug-2004, 10:12 PM |
On a sadder note though......this same friend lost his father recently. The night before the Wake, I could not sleep and an image formed in my mind of the two of them on the lake at dawn (they were avid fishermen). Along with things said and done during the illness, the poem started taking form so I had to write it down, lest I forget it. May God hold you in his embrace Doc, until we all meet again. XOXO Passing Strength All those years you were my strength, my pride Now it's my strength they need, my pain I hide So many memories I'll cherish forever Held close in my heart, forgotten, never Our last words were short and rushed No tears, no sadness, no one fussed "You know what you have to do" Your parting words, you were leaving, I knew Next time I'm floating across the lake I'll look to the horizon and see your face No more jibes, laughter, or words of jest Your time had come and now you rest Then as the dawn approaches and life awakes The golden rays across the water breaks I'll look down into the water and I'll cry "I Love You Dad" wiping a tear from my eye |
Posted by: Aaediwen 11-Aug-2004, 04:35 AM |
:'( Touching, M'lady. Very nice. |
Posted by: urian 11-Aug-2004, 01:28 PM |
Heres one I thought I'd share..it got me through a lot as a young man and gave me the barometer I use to measure myself with now. [IF] If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make allowance for their doubting too, If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream--and not make dreams your master, If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much, If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son! --Rudyard Kipling |
Posted by: cori 13-Aug-2004, 07:52 AM |
These are the lyrics to a song my friend came across recently and shared with me. I really love the picture they paint. FINALLY HOME When engulfed by the terror of tempestuous sea, Unknown waves before you roll; At the end of doubt and peril is eternity, Though fear and darkness seize your weary soul. When surrounded by blackness of the darkest night, O how lonely death can be; At the end of this long tunnel is a shining light, For death is swallowed up in victory. But just think of stepping on shore, and finding it heaven. Of touching a hand, and finding it God's. Of breathing new air, and finding it celestial. Of waking up in glory, and finding it home. |
Posted by: Haldur 03-Sep-2004, 01:30 AM |
Life's sweet splendour Bright as morn Grows so near To m' lady's thorn A rose of dreaming Wrought from time Toward heavenly boughs And whispers of wine My years are but spent Twixt the near and the dead As she strolls through my dreams And danced on my bed Those days of yore When such beauty arose As a winter's soft chill Bears the autumn's pale froes It is wisdom that conquers Not sword nor the fire My angel's sweet music Still plays ever higher |
Posted by: Aaediwen 03-Sep-2004, 04:43 AM |
Very pretty, my friend Nice image. Thanks again (Per the PM) |
Posted by: Chele 03-Sep-2004, 11:14 AM | ||
I really liked that Urian! Very nice!! |
Posted by: Chele 03-Sep-2004, 11:15 AM | ||
Very good Haldur! Some very talented people on this site!! |
Posted by: Chele 29-Jan-2005, 10:39 PM |
A new one dedicated to the special man in my life. You Are by Chele You are... the sunrise to my morning, the light in my smile, the beat in my heart. You are... the fire in my veins, the whisper in my kiss, the passion in my nights. You are... the shoulder for my strength, the hope in my life, the love in my soul. You are these things to me and more. |
Posted by: scotish_girl13 30-Mar-2005, 03:32 PM |
i am new to this site, kinda, so when i saw and read all the great poems i felt at home. as long as i can remember i have been writing poetry. this is a poem i wrote after the only boy i have ever loved left me for my best friend. after he left all i could feel was pain. this poem shows how i felt. Consequences To long time seemed to wait Longer was the love we shared But desire will, like the stars, break on the awakening sun I will never forget the true us Look then for his laughter to end in the raining fire from heaven For he crashed our love that floated for the longest time Until he found another please let me know what you think about this poem. i welcome any tips or comments about me poetry. thank you. |
Posted by: Haldur 30-Mar-2005, 09:39 PM |
Not a bad poem there scotish_girl13! I'd like to see if you had any more to this poem. I'm hearing at least a couple more stanzas to be honest; again, this is just constructive criticism. Other than that its a wonderful poem, very honest, and close to you. Keep that poetry up though, scotish_girl13! It will get you many places. |
Posted by: Eventide 30-Jul-2005, 03:42 AM |
I can see that there is no lack of talent in these threads...and so I feel compelled to share a few verses with all of you! As I wandered by the brookside I wandered by the mill I could now hear the brook flow For the noisy mill was still; No sound of grasshopper could I hear Nor the sound of any bird For the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. He came not, no, he came not The moon shone out alone The twinkling stars now one by one Shone round her golden foam; I waited for one footstep I waited for one word But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. Oh as I sat there musing A touch came from behind A hand was on my shoulder laid I knew the touch was kind; It drew me more nearer I could not speak one word For the beating of our own two hearts Was all the sound I heard. Good night! |
Posted by: Aaediwen 30-Jul-2005, 09:38 AM |
Nice setup I had a pretty clear image to start it off with. My mind wandered a bit toward the end, so that wasn't quite as clear for me. But I got a rather sad feeling with the setting near the old mill, without even crickets or birds... |
Posted by: Celtic cat 30-Jul-2005, 11:00 AM |
Hi Eventide, I really like your poem. I had an english teacher with the same flair in her poetry. That one is really great. Haldur I admire yours as well. I have to be honest I just started reading these and seeing how good they are I should continue. |
Posted by: Eventide 05-Aug-2005, 03:24 PM |
Comments appreciated! Celtic cat...I'd love to see some of yours sometime ~To Say Good bye~ I didn't get a chance to say To you, to tell you that I loved you, To say, what now must be one long, Unbroken cry of pain. Now that you've gone away, I cannot tell you what a joy it was To be the one to tend you in your need. The burden was a gift, for giving does Not burden one who loves, though loving bleed. I wish I could have been there, when you, Perhaps aware, perhaps not, turned towards death. Alone, with no one there to wonder to, To share your fear, your hand, your one last breath. I wish, I wish, I wish . . . but it is done, And now I must surrender what is gone. ~Mom~ |
Posted by: Alilvna15 02-May-2006, 07:21 AM |
Hi, I haven't posted anything on here for awhile, so I decied to post one of my many poems. I would really like comments on it please! Alilvna15 One Maiden’s Dream The day has been long, And it wasn’t hard to tell something was wrong. The Maiden’s been in tears, But nothing from her heart appears. The tears are now but stains, Only evidence of old pains. The Maiden sighs with relief, Her burden has been lifted, so has her grief. The Joy is slowly spreading, Amidst the frozen heart it’s healing. The icicles are almost gone, But it is taking long. She lies her head down, To let her mind unwound. Her eyes close slowly, without a doubt, Only to find herself in a world all turned about. The Maiden knows it is a dream, But she can’t seem to wake to scream. Suddenly there comes a voice, Telling her to rejoice. The Voice is soothing, And soon she is moving, Through a field of flowers, And beautiful bowers. The voice is still there, But is only heard in her ear, It whispers this little warning, “Do not always take things as they are appearing.” The Dream continues, But this time down different avenues. The Maiden is in the field of flowers again, And she notices new things are starting to begin. The dream gets faster, and faster, Until she realizes a life is flying past her. The Life is hers, and is no other, The gain that she thought to be a bother, Was shown to the Maiden anew. And then on the wind, these words blew… “The rewards in life are like a fresh spot of Roses, The breath of Joy sets them in poses. Songs are sung, Of new joys begun. The old sorrow is spent No more a shoulder need be lent.” The Maiden is singing, Of the glories around her now ringing! “Hallelujah the Light is dawning, The old sorrow has begun pining! The Lord’s presence is near, I now can feel no fear, There is a fresh song on my heart For the pain and hurt depart.” The Love of the Lord, Is stored in a precious little hoard, To wait till the day, When this Maiden will say, “I give you my heart, and soul, For now you have made me whole.” What rejoicing there will be! When on that day, we will see, A pure Maiden has been found, And she is now fully unbound. You will see the beauty of her soul. And all the scars that left their toll. But these scars will never hinder the love, That has been shed upon her from above. In the arms of God she has been kept, Until all her tears have been wept. These arms of God hold on to her tight, Never to let go, even throughout a hard fight. The Maiden looks around, Noticing she is no long on firm ground. There, floating through the air, Is a beautiful being strumming a lyre. She sees now a place of shining beauty, Of arms stretching out to her slowly… The Maiden abruptly awakes to find she is in her bed, Lying on her back with her pillow under her head. She thinks about the dream, and begins to wonder how much was true, It dawns on her that it was the Lord’s way of showing her what is due. The Maiden got on her knees to pray, But she could think of nothing to say, Other then to thank the Lord, For His wondrous Word. The Maiden prayed about what she was shown, Wondering if more to her would be known. The Lord is in heart, And will never depart. Even though, this Maiden wants to fight for time, She knows that no matter what, she will always be fine. For the rest of the night, she tossed and turned, The words she heard, within her heart, burned. The Maiden felt some relief, But she was still shaking like a leaf. Slowly, the struggles left her, And no more did she stir. The next morn came with gladness. For inside she was filled with boldness, To do the will of the one who spoke. His words continued to be with her, even as she awoke. The Maiden kept all to herself, Keeping the dream on a high shelf, To be pulled out at the right moment. Until then, she would keep silent. Written by ~ Callandra Wilcox |
Posted by: iaaqov 27-Oct-2006, 03:40 PM |
Hi, I'm from Colombia and originaly this poem was writed by me in Spanish, I traduce it today and here it is: [Please forgive my ortograph] In the nights of cold like these, I use to think about your eyes… That look, that warm and shining inspires my mind and sings to my soul, Your look, that one that I miss in the mornings, and the smooth color of your pupils that I remember with tenderness in the evening. Penetrating look that show the world in one blink, fulminating look that makes me love, like that is your look, beautiful and inspiated, ingenuous and deep, that floods my senses and constructs a world for my silence, affectionate, lively, look that instills respect and fear, is not terrible, is beautiful, tender and delicate, respect I must offer for similar beauty that takes control of your face when you put your eyes on me, fear I have when think that with a kiss I can shut up the inspirring reason of that look. Thanks for read it! Please send me your comments [email protected] Felipe Ladino |
Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 25-Nov-2006, 11:05 PM |
Hello, I feel a little strange replying...I haven't been around in a good while---but it's good to be back. Any how...I wanted to lend a word of encouragement the last two poets who posted---Keep writing and using words to express your inner thoughts. Some feed back though (if I may with all humility), I would try and go back and work on a little more structure, I think it would break it up and help the flow a bit. I'm no expert mine you...just a suggestion. Just my three pence worth, Roisin |
Posted by: Chele 08-Jun-2007, 10:30 AM |
Seems like forever since I've posted one of my poems on here. I was sitting here listening to a song from my "Echos of the Glen" cd, which is soft relaxing music and nature sounds. This one had a rolling/crashing shoreline effect, which started the juices flowing for this poem. Not to mention the love of my life is leaving tomorrow for vacation....a week of fishing....and cannot be with him. I miss him already. Hope you like it. SELKIE Standing on the lonely shoreline Watching the waves roll in The cool mist caressing my face While a golden sun fades in the horizon A soft, melancholy tune plays in the gloaming A lovers call reaching far and wide A beacon of my hearts desire Summoning my love to come home Something splashes in the distance Ripples across the water, sparkle and shine Playful laughter floats on the breeze As I keep a vigilant eye on the waters edge Quietly I wait upon the soft sand My body hums with anticipation of his arrival Soon he will emerge and don his skin As my Selkie lover walks as man |
Posted by: Chele 08-Jun-2007, 12:31 PM |
Going thru some files on my computer, I ran across this poem/story I wrote. Thought I'd post it out here. It was during a time when I was trying to figure myself out. A living, breathing, work of art, What would that be? What does one envision, Viewing the painting of me? As with all great paintings, there are many layers, many depths. Edges and lines sharp in contrast…blending into soft flowing curves. Colors in a various array from vibrant and glowing, to subdued and subtle. There is lightness in many hues, some over-powering, while others mere illuminations. And, inevitably, there is darkness. As all paintings do, when seen through various eyes, display a different image to the beholder. Some see what they want to see, looking at only the good and ignoring the ugly. Others try to see too much, and misjudge it's content. But there is that one person, that one individual, astute enough to see the painting for what it truly is. They will be strong of mind, strong of will, and strong with love. This person will see the smiles, the colors, the joys, and will feast upon them. Enhancing the painting, and themself, making both more alive. They will learn all the intricacies of the story the painting reflects, and will thrive for more knowledge. They will understand the sadness and the hurts in this living image...and will appreciate it all the more. But, to get to this one person, this one being, who can appreciate something extraordinarily unique. The painting, the living image, must...as most works in progress will...go through many trials and errs, upstrokes and down. Occasionally wiping the slate clean and beginning anew. For the painting, this living image, is always changing. Waiting for the right owner to hold it and make it truly a masterpiece. |
Posted by: Leelee 01-Sep-2008, 10:37 AM |
O season of ripe beauty, you I greet! Whose heart is love's calm wisdom at its throbbing core; Your deep hues and myriad colors make the soul's wings beat And lift a lover like me to your ambrosial shore. Through you Nature weeps its precious golden tears, In you a mortal eye could glimpse its native Immortality, O endless fount of inspiration to the poet-seers To be bound by your embrace is to be truly free! A glad earth bathes in your benign and lustrous smile And man's heart thrills with an unknown rapture and delight By your whispers and footfalls and flute-call beguiled, An ancient kinship links him to your celestial height. A brimming of golden sweetness in your dreaming eyes Fills the world with the beauty of a realm divine, The sun's last rays serenely trickle from your purple skies: I send my love and song and call your blessings mine. Abhinabha |
Posted by: Rhymer 29-Oct-2010, 12:10 PM |
Remember Her............................. Our lands are sacred , home to willow and the mighty oak Mistletoe dripping down , groves of solititude revered Traditions upheld grown in fields of green Following spirits guidance unseen From out of the sea madness came Despoiling our land for commerce and gain Our land of sacred hope and love Out of mist and bogs she was born Like a fire she spread across our sight Flames of hate fired by fear and guilt To drive the madness into the sea A brief flaring for a time burned them hard To the point of defeat and despair Too strong was their hand Reaching too far into the lives and hopes Of a people born out of the land An eagle swooping on helpless prey Without remorse our emotional concern To civilise , subjugate and enslave Assimilate to the majority wave Love for land and its ways not part of society And for gaining of power was the aim. Remember her name the flame haired queen Boudicca forever , fire of our sacred land. Andrew Provan McIntyre 28/10/10 In remembrance of Boudicca the first great Celtic Hero. |
Posted by: lgreaseman 24-Jul-2015, 10:32 AM |
It the last day before we leave home from vacation and as I wonder around the forum these words begin to stir in my heart.... The End of Vacation Tis time that slips like sand through your toes during a walk on a beach, And the steps are washed away by the waves that break upon your feet. Till all that's left of the days are memories tucked safe within your reach, Like souvenirs that were bought for a time that now seems obsolete. |
Posted by: munchkin5450 28-Jul-2015, 05:47 AM |
Bravo, lgreaseman!! This definitely evokes feelings of vacations past. |
Posted by: lgreaseman 06-Aug-2015, 07:45 PM |
Thank you Munchkin5450... I was sitting out back the other day after doing so gardening and a robin landed by feet...this is the product of that meeting... The Robin’s Visit It was a beautiful day and my gardening was all done, so I decided to sit out back and enjoy some of the blue skies. As I pondered my labors and basked in the sun, a red breasted Robin happened to stop by. She had landed near some berries on the ground by my feet. As she hopped and hopped until closer she came. Then she picked at the fallen berries as quietly she did eat. I thought I should speak to her, perhaps inquirer her name? So I asked her in a quiet voice and then waited to hear. But she jerked her head up and looked at me in my seat. So I lowered my voice more, so not to cause any fear, But she put her head back down and again started to eat. Very frustrated now, I knew not what to do, until it hit me and suddenly became very clear. So I whispered hello to her in every language I knew, When she shout; “Speak louder Sonny in a voice I can hear!” |