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|Posted by: Aaediwen 09-Oct-2003, 04:25 PM|
| ?Waters of Life?
Music of the ethereal plane
talk to me from in my dreams
I seek thy wisdom of the ages
I Seek the knowledge you bring to me
Voices from a thousand years
come and tell your endless tale
For 'tis to you I lend my ears
to hear the music in your veil
As the draw of moth to flame
In the darkest black it seems
Lost between the empty pages
Through the lace, 'tis this I see
Through my smiles, and my tears
To worlds I journey on full sail
Off to realms beyond my fears
Within a world where evils fail
Ancient memories know my name
Those with knowledge of old things
I need no council from the sages
The wise ones bring their words to me
Lost within a million years
Found again on rocky trail
Among strange friends and lonely peers
There's only me, wand'ring the dale
In the dark, I see the light
Through the waters of life I glide
Seeking wisdom sung to me
Over seas and endless tide
-- Anthony Creech
Some more of my material can be found at www.aaediwen.com
|Posted by: Welsh Guy 13-Oct-2003, 08:32 AM|
|Would this be the same Anthony Creech who wrote "Comparison of Downgradient Groundwater Quality at Thirteen Landfills: Relevance to Discontinuation of Post Closure Care" ? which was presented to the Ground Water Protection Council (GWPC) Annual Forum on September 26, 2000, in Fort Walton Beach, Florida.?|
|Posted by: Aaediwen 13-Oct-2003, 05:00 PM|
|Nope, can't say any of that sounds familiar. I was in college in Y2K.|
|Posted by: jaynebylak 26-Oct-2003, 06:29 PM|
| Here is something i got from another group. Hope you all enjoy it.
CELTIC BLESSING OF THE NINE ELEMENTS
May you go forth under
the strength of heaven,
under the light of sun,
under the radiance of the moon.
May you go forth with
the splendor of fire, with
the speed of lightening.
with the swiftness of wind.
May you go forth supported
by the depth of the sea,
by the stability of earth,
by the firmness of rock.
May you be surrounded and
encircled, with the
protection of the
|Posted by: Elspeth 27-Oct-2003, 08:42 AM|
| Beautiful poem Anthony.
I'm going to read it again when I have the opportunity to savor it to get the full effect. I imagine it will reveal a bit more of itself to me with each reading.
|Posted by: Angel Whitefang (Rider) 10-Nov-2003, 11:28 PM|
jaynebylak Thank you for sharing that wonderful celtic blessing with us. what side did you got it from?
Aaed, that is wonderful!!!! you will submit more won't you?????
|Posted by: Aaediwen 11-Nov-2003, 11:42 PM|
Borne on the Wings of Angels
When one feels calm
Calm as a summer breeze
Could it be that he is lifted by the wings of angels?
Away from this world of sin and hatred in which we live
To a place
Where evil cannot reach
To a place
Where peace is perpetually known,
Where thought is free to roam--
Without the constraints of a physical environment.
Where one is free,
Free to be
And only be.
Without schedules, without deadlines.
Where time is not important.
Somewhere, somewhere up there.
Somewhere between Heaven and Earth,
Not too far from Heaven
Not too far from this physical world.
A place that the spirit goes
When Borne on the wings of Angels.
© 2000 Anthony Creech
The kind words are much appreciated =) Interesting to discover that my second post after registering has finally generated some relivant replies. Thank you
|Posted by: Castlehigh 12-Nov-2003, 12:59 AM|
Aaediwen, these two poems are beautiful!
In Waters of Life I particularly like the following,
"I seek thy wisdom of the ages"
"Lost between the empty pages
Through the lace, 'tis this I see"
"To worlds I journey on full sail
Off to realms beyond my fears"
"In the dark, I see the light
Through the waters of life"
It is a poem full of courage.
In your second work, Borne on the Wings of Angels I like the question,
"Could it be that he is lifted by the wings of angels?"
This is very nice; the reaction of a poet's heart.
"Where thought is free to roam--"
How we love to have thought be free to roam without the within.
Share more of such works, Aaediwen.
Castlehigh of Éire
|Posted by: Angel Whitefang (Rider) 12-Nov-2003, 02:38 AM|
Thank you for sharing these with us, I was so very touched by the second one
"Borne on the Wings of Angels" this is truely a work of art. You have such wonderful Talent. Please please share more with us.
|Posted by: myriad 13-Nov-2003, 03:30 PM|
|summing up everything I would like to say Aaediwen.. I can simply say WOW and it is pleasing to read your works.|
|Posted by: Aaediwen 13-Nov-2003, 05:44 PM|
|I'm glad that my work is so appreciated. more can be found at the links in my sig. I may also copy some from my IRC bot's database|
|Posted by: Angel Whitefang (Rider) 18-Nov-2003, 04:06 AM|
Will you post more of your works in here??
|Posted by: jaynebylak 25-Nov-2003, 12:12 PM|
| Sorry Angel Whitefang that it took me so long to answer you back. I work rotating shifts so I cant get on as often as I like. The nine celtic blessings came from one of my groups i am a member of. Celtic Ancestral Pages. They have quite a few things along poems and learning processes.
|Posted by: Angel Whitefang (Rider) 25-Nov-2003, 02:16 PM|
It is quite alright. LIfe tends to grab us by the throat and refuse to let us go. Do the have a web site? Can you post a link?? and Please call me Rider, every one (almost) does.
Aaediwin, where have you been, I see very little posts from you, I am missing you terribly!!!!!!
|Posted by: Aaediwen 25-Nov-2003, 04:38 PM|
| Angel: Chalk it up to wierd schedules. It's about to change again... to something a little more sane... maybe.
Wonder if anyone wil pick up on what (song) was stuck in my head as I wrote this one.
"The Awakening Mind"
In a world
A world alone
Where the darkness comes
And you're never home
See - - The light in time
Through - - the mists so fine
Through the darkest gray
A point so fine
Never sure it's there
Yet it shines
Shines in the dark
Through the night
Shines a shaft of day
Bringing words of joy
Relays its storied ways
For all to see
So all can read
Of peace and calm
Lights up the night
Wash away the storm
As the darkness fades
To make way... for a new age
Leaving shadows soft
A new day begins
Making all the past
Just - - a memory
A distant memory
As the clearest day
The divine time is now
Say what you want to say
Thought is unhindered
We're all free -- -- --
All are free
|Posted by: Angel Whitefang (Rider) 26-Nov-2003, 12:27 AM|
| Glad to see you posted sweety. I don't understand it all at this moment but I am sure as I reread it , every thing will come to light.
HUUUUUGLES to you!
|Posted by: Aaediwen 14-Dec-2003, 10:42 PM|
For the two years or so, I've wanted to try writing a story again, but I had not been able to come up with any good ideas. Judging by my file's creation date, I'm guessing on Oct 14th of 2003, I had a dream in which I saw a mermaid in human form, who had come to visit her human friend in his home, and I saw her hand him a book. After this visit she disappears and noone knows where she went. The dream ended with a group og people in this man's house sitting around trying to figure out where she went.
The next morning, I remembered the dream and thought it would make a great beginning for a story, so I took notes on what I could remember and began writing the story about finding her.
Well, the first draft of that story is finally finished! WOOTAGE!!!!!!!
~25 pages double spaced, and it's got holes in it the size of Shidhagh (Capital city for the race of merfolk) Just means that there is plenty of room for details details details and plenty of elaboration.That's what the second draft will probably be pretty much all about. Don't think I'll start that though until I've sat down and read this version first.
|Posted by: Aaediwen 15-Jan-2004, 09:07 PM|
| Ok, I'll post it an attempt at a multi-lingual piece. I can't guarantee accuracy
Dursch die dunkelheit, er lauft
Dunkel sonn die zeit verlassen
Lost in time, known to none
Seeking all, and being one
Der sonn gift, lauft mit keine fragen
Kalt frueind nach mort, nacht das leben
Lost in a world, eternally found
Seeking the lost, bringing an end
Na Mac nimh fuer
|Posted by: Angel Whitefang (Rider) 27-Jan-2004, 01:49 PM|
| *applauds Wildly*
Very nicely done Aaed. Thank you for finally sharing this with us.
|Posted by: Aaediwen 30-Jan-2004, 08:57 PM|
| Who said "Poison's Son" had anything to do w/ my story?
They are completely independent pieces....
|Posted by: Aaediwen 30-Jan-2004, 09:00 PM|
Used to be we knew not where to find you
Wandering here, wandering there
I oft wondered, if you'd return again
You came back, a while, then again were gone
Now we know, we know where to find you
You've come back, and brought someone with you
Brought someone to keep you straight
Brought someone to make a new beginning
Sometimes it's easy other times it's hard
Life is like that; as you well know
Help each other, and you know we're still here
Best of my wishes to the both of you
And may a joyous road lie before ye
Copyright ©2004 Anthony Creech
Written on Friday January 23, 2004
|Posted by: CelticRose 30-Jan-2004, 10:28 PM|
|Aaediwen! Is THIS the poem you wrote for the wedding????!!!!!!!!!! Wow! I love it.|
|Posted by: Angel Whitefang (Rider) 31-Jan-2004, 12:22 AM|
you made me remember my husband on our wedding day, Thank you for helping that memory come back to the surface.
|Posted by: Aaediwen 31-Jan-2004, 01:42 PM|
| CR: it is that
|Posted by: CelticRose 31-Jan-2004, 03:00 PM|
|Aaediwen I can see why you got such a good reception from everybody at the wedding. It truly is beautiful.|
|Posted by: Aaediwen 22-Feb-2004, 06:09 PM|
Thanks to Arianrhod's help, I was able to complete a piece I've been stuck on a while. Just now, I typed it out to a friend, and heard exactly how it should be read
one line.... at a time, and in some cases, half a line at a time.
I want to say how it makes me feel, but I don't want to flavor what you see. If I have done my job well enough them perhaps you will feel it.
|Posted by: Aaediwen 22-Feb-2004, 06:18 PM|
| Yes, this was in the works long before Haldur wrote the first line of "The Last Sidhe Queen". I believe it thanks to this piece, that I saw that one how I did. In part anyway
Warning: the following text may have emotional and spiritual effects.
"Last of the Forest Fae"
Walking slowly, this lost track
Memories of the ages, on her back
Away now she walks
To a forgotten land
A land beyond the rock and sand
Where once her people had command
They had learned, and had taught
Now, alone, this road she walks
Silently walks, alone to the netherworld
The end of an era, twilight of day
She's the last of the forest fae
A tear left behind, and faintly she grins
She hasbeen the last to stay
The last of her kind, for to come this way
A new era begins
As an ancient one now ends
Now off she flies
To be seen not again
Her kind remembered only
By the magical pen
|Posted by: CelticRose 22-Feb-2004, 07:53 PM|
|Aaediwen! That was truly awesome! I just simply adore your poetry!|
|Posted by: Haldur 23-Feb-2004, 07:43 PM|
|Simply beautiful piece Aaediwen...as always! I didn't really get a chance to fully envelope this poem early this morning and I apologize, for it is astounding! I see what you're talking about in the emotional and spiritual effects for it paints clear portraits of a passing. Thank you, your work is truly a blessing.|
|Posted by: barddas 24-Feb-2004, 10:45 AM|
"Changing Roads", and "Last of the Forest Fae".... Well done.....
The two faerie poems do work well and flow with one another....
Good use of emotion.... sadness.... The sence of lose it leaves with the reader.... well done!
|Posted by: Aaediwen 22-Jul-2004, 04:52 AM|
|Just to bring my thread out of the woodwork|
|Posted by: Aaediwen 27-Aug-2004, 12:38 PM|
| Although it's August, and such scenes are still a couple months away, I heard this while reading the Storms thread in General discussion. First new piece in a while
Dreams in the day
Whispers in the night
Innocence covers the land
A world new
ill will is forgotten
Aye now, I hear the branches speak
They speak a whispered welcome
And I stand here
Staring upward to the falling snow
thinking how blessed I am.
That I live
And I can stand in the cold
of the falling snow
|Posted by: susieq76 27-Aug-2004, 12:45 PM|
| What a beautiful poem, Aaediwen! You captured all of our sentiments so perfectly.
Thank you for lighting up the world with your wonderful talent!
|Posted by: Aaediwen 27-Aug-2004, 01:06 PM|
|I see it as a gift to be able to share such things with the world as I do. And one that must be nurtured. It feels good to hear my work is appreciated. I thank thee, M'lady, for thy kind words, and may Brighid bless me with a clear mind once again|
|Posted by: Haldur 03-Sep-2004, 01:22 AM|
|Aaediwen, it is excellent to read your work once more! It's so good to be back!!!|
|Posted by: Aaediwen 12-Jan-2005, 01:12 PM|
| Just a musing from a couple of days ago....
traum, ins dunkelheit
dunkelheit das welt verlören
kömmen, gehen... fogeln die nacht
fliegen dursch die zeit
sehen sie die nacht, ins wasser mystisch
|Posted by: Haldur 28-Feb-2005, 04:45 PM|
|Excellent work! Keep these pieces flowin'!|
|Posted by: Cale the Celt 19-Jul-2005, 09:33 AM|
| hey aadiwen, your work's not bad
although i get an awkward feeling out of reading it, it's not too bad
|Posted by: Cale the Celt 19-Jul-2005, 09:50 AM|
| i love Celtic music...particularly Capercaile! they rock.
her's a sampel of my favorite musician, mr. hank williams III
mama washed the leaves and mud out of my hair
mama washed the poopstains out o' my underwear
mama makes my bed all neat and clean
and after a little while her and daddy get mean
drinking and whorin'
they go and raise 'em some hell
i'm a drivin' in my truck
with a little tinkerbell
mama and papa got a little on the side
but i'm not complainin' 'cause they tanned by hide
mama ran naked through the brush and the briars
mama washed the poopstains out by the fire
mama took me seriously every single day
mama laughed out loud when papa told her he was gay
drinking and whorin'
they went and raised 'em a brood
they were a drivin' in a semi
with a bundle of hell
mama and papa got a little on the side
especially since papa is no longer a guy
|Posted by: Haldur 19-Jul-2005, 11:55 AM|
For the first time in my entire life on God's green earth, I'm completely, utterly speechless.
|Posted by: Aaediwen 20-Jul-2005, 05:52 PM|
Thanks for the feedback. Always good to get feedback I feel I can trust. I am curious though, what kind of awkward feeling? Something about subject matter? or just not flow right?
|Posted by: Eventide 13-Oct-2005, 05:17 PM|
|I confess I haven't read all your works posted here yet, but from what I've seen today I must say that you have captured a moment in time quite beautifully in "snowfall". The images you evoked were as refreshing as the first heavy snowfalls that blanket creations canvas.|
|Posted by: Aaediwen 13-Oct-2005, 06:44 PM|
|Many thanks You'll be intersted to know I was just working on adding a new element to this thread's title piece. Not working too well right now though.|
|Posted by: Eventide 14-Oct-2005, 12:37 PM|
|O? May I ask why you wish to change it?|
|Posted by: Aaediwen 14-Oct-2005, 04:46 PM|
|I'm not thinking to change the text itself. I'm just thinking to compose a score to go behind it (Perhaps with Haldur's help if I can ever find a chance)|
|Posted by: Eventide 15-Oct-2005, 12:59 AM|
|Wow! What an interesting project. With both of your talents combined, I'm sure it will be well received. Good luck!|
|Posted by: Aaediwen 09-Nov-2005, 09:43 PM|
| I've finally done it. Several months ago I ventured into the world of dip pens and quills. This being a small venture away from my normal tools of ballpoint and keyboard. For those of you wondering, yes, the quill in my avatar is very real, and perhaps a little too modern. Indeed, it's hard to write with since the brass tip won't stay on well. My Calligraphy pen is much easier to use
I've been aiming for a while to scan some of my work and post it online. A recent E-mail asking to see it reminded me I'd been aiming to post it, so I've done so.
|Posted by: Rindy 09-Nov-2005, 10:15 PM|
| Thats beautiful Aaediwen. May I ask where you learned to do that? Is there anyway I can down size it a bit its huge on my screen.. or may be you wanted it like that.
|Posted by: Aaediwen 09-Nov-2005, 10:26 PM|
| Most browsers have the ability to resize or similarly zoom out I wanted to keep as much detail as I could. I don't know if the document I learned from is still online. A long time ago I decided I wanted to learn old script, so I found an SCA middle kingdom document online with examples of several old scripts, including Irish Insular. I ran off a copy of the PDF and studied it. Middle Kingdom Scribes' Handbook, I think. I've still got some of the pages in my writings folder. I also found some other tips elsewhere online, but that was my main source.
Dare I scan a page from my draft book to give a comparison with my normal handwriting?
|Posted by: Rindy 09-Nov-2005, 10:52 PM|
| Aaediwen please do.. I would love to see it..my mother used to do this.. I always think of it as such an art. Very nice..
|Posted by: stoirmeil 10-Nov-2005, 10:08 AM|
I was thinking the same thing. It's great to see the strokes at large detail, but the overall impression you get from seeing the page all in one is a good part of it too.
I think you're brave to use a quill and dipping ink. I'm not too much of a calligrapher per se, except with chancery italic, which resembles my own handwriting enough so the transition was not very hard. But I've done music manuscript copying, and putting in the little written musical directives with the "crow quill" is the worst. I think it sputters over little paper irregularities way worse than the flat nibs.
So -- how does your calligraphic hand relate to your handwriting? I'd like to see too.
|Posted by: Aaediwen 10-Nov-2005, 05:39 PM|
| None of these samples were written with my quill, I'm sure my hand would have been hurting by the end had I tried. I used my calligraphy pen for them.
I added draftbook.jpg to the directory, you'll find it at the same place as the calligraphy samples. It, of course, is done using a normal ball point pen (I'm partial to R.S.V.P's myself)
|Posted by: Haldur 12-Nov-2005, 05:35 AM|
|Very nice work, as always, m' friend!|
|Posted by: Aaediwen 04-Feb-2006, 08:32 PM|
| I was looking at this thread the other day and thinking how sad it was that I've not posted anything new in a while. Despite all the new material in my draft book, I've not polished anything in quite some time. So here's a piece originally drafted this past August that I decided to work with a bit.
Listen to her weap
Crimson tears stain alabaster folds
As she weeps
in the evening's dimming light
The day's events
they're but a memory now
Listen to her pain
The pain of a wounded world
she carries this always
She carries it deep
deep within her soul
Her being -- bleeds
Her immortal soul -- weeps
as she cries
as tears of blood
on pristine satin, they rain
|Posted by: Eventide 09-Feb-2006, 01:09 PM|
|I was introduced to poetry about 6 yrs. ago and I write when the mood strikes me. I really do enjoy the imagery and flow of the poems you posted.If I may ask, how long have you been writing poetry?|
|Posted by: Aaediwen 09-Feb-2006, 05:25 PM|
| Exactly how long I can't be completely sure. When we lived in Winchester, by the creek, I remember one summer being quite fusterated with how my mind would wander on a bunch of various things. When I had someone to talk to it about, I was fine, but when there was noone around it drove me nearly to madness.
I finally started writing some of it down. What I wrote was crap, but it didn't matter. I've lost most of the material prior to the year of death, starting halfway through my Junior year of High School. (I'm C/O 1998). The darkness during that time found its way onto the page and that is when I really started writing enough to ammount to anything. It's some of these pieces that are the oldest surviving and oldest to be found online. Examples being "The Hallway", and "Kinsmen Immunity". I lived by the former for a year or so before I wrote it down, and I still live by it today. I'm still convinced that it's the only thing that got me through part of my high school years.
Thank you for your opinions on my work
|Posted by: Elspeth 10-Feb-2006, 06:55 AM|
|Ah, Aaediwen, Crimson Tears caught my mood of the morning. What adjective to use. None seem sufficient. So, I will say I resonated. Probably better than an adjective anyway, right?|
|Posted by: Eventide 10-Feb-2006, 09:15 AM|
I find it so comforting when you can connect with your roots like that. It's quite liberating in a sense even if when we look forward, the message we seek is not always clear. It provides the ballast necessary to bring us back from the edge. "The Hallway" speaks volumes. Although I always wondered what you meant by "counting the days?"
Always a pleasure, Aaediwen. Truly.
|Posted by: Aaediwen 10-Feb-2006, 06:13 PM|
how long would you have to think about your answer to the question, "How old are you?"
how often do you say. "Thank God tomorrow's Friday!"
Sis E: I can only hope that my words, in striking a chord with you, have proved medicinal instead of opening a wound further
Blessed are we, who have the oppertunity to create. And then again with the oppertunity to share with others and be appreciated. The sharing made that much easier by modern technology.
Many thanks, I tried to put a large ASCII art smiley in here, but the board only further mutilated my poor attempts at ASCII art
|Posted by: McKenna 15-Jun-2006, 03:19 PM|
This is beautiful! I can't think of a more perfect piece of prose to memorize. Good one to recite when blessing a friend or loved one with protection.
|Posted by: stoirmeil 15-Jun-2006, 03:58 PM|
I've always liked this too. It is very beautiful. Your version is a variation of the pagan core of the poem called the Lorica of St Patrick:
and it's wonderful how you can see the incorporation of the old religion into the new, nestled right into the heart of it. I think it's a big part of the particular nature of celtic mysticism, with its nature base, whether it's pre-christian or christian era. You can't take that natural love and awe out of a celt.
|Posted by: Aaediwen 14-Apr-2007, 04:02 PM|
| Eternal Rose
Oh how but I should not leave
Ohh but I cannot stay
I shall return
soon, so soon
I will be here
Have no regrets
no sorrow for me
For I shall be here
©03/25/2006 Anthony Creech