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Angus and Bronwyne II
Around the fire sat we all closely upon ears the story did fall. Ye heard of a love pure from the start tender and caring of these blessed younghearts. Children they were when they first met across the ocean love could not forget. Silver to silver the two always have worn None could come between, their souls had sworn. At first they love was madly denied by a mother whose anger would never subside. Elders of the clans would try as they may the honor of peace would the red coats betray. Many lives for the two would end violently in the night many years would pass as Bron was kept from her loves sight. Strong as an ox Angus was known gentle as a lamb now his Bronwyne is home. Flowers bloom where petals once did decay Angus' heart now mended, by his side his lovely maid. He knew his heart she would never forsake to believe she would abandon was a mistake. Happiness now flows free through the dales years from now there'll be many more tales. Strong as an ox Angus be known gentle and caring now his Bronwyne is home.
Fionna and Padrig II
Rings of promise now tarnished and old fields of daisies no longer silver and gold. A legacy had barely begun when deaths dominion claimed just one. Around the tree that heaven had grown beside the wall of metal and stone. A path of delicate baby blue flowers grows now to mark their precious last hours. They call Fionna to where fate had taken hold sprung upon her the truth, together they'll never grow old. Her heart never denied the love that grew too you were they to acknowledge what everyone knew. Surely god would see with his eyes a heart too pure for love to deny. Years had passed, too many to recall when headstrong Fionna would suddenly fall. Through his blood would Padrig live to claim the hand that was once to be his. Through generations his heart did seek to now have the privilege to lay a kiss upon her cheek. Through the wall made of metal and stone did the new loves disappear with the thundering storm. Lightening destroyed the tree that grew that marked the spot where Fionna knew. That love was precious that her heart could break God had sent her a knight he knew would never forsake. With a silent blessing from Padrig beyond did Fionna wed Patrick, now the two are finally one.
This is not associated with the story, just something I wrote down the other day.
To Be Such As I Am
To know not the sweet taste of your lips as the dawn breaks To know not the gentleness of your touch as we succumb to the night To be such as I am.
Forever wanting of some pleasure upon high Forever needing such a simple thing as forgiveness To hold most dear the ecstacy that clouds the unyielding brain To be such as I am.
A wanton vessel yearning for more Waiting for the world to vanish forever more Beyond mere words your actions do play upon my mind, the night turns silently to day To be such as I am.
A prayer that passes by deaf ears as such Screaming whispers that wish to know, just one touch How do I presume, and when shall it all come to pass? To be such as I am.
To know not the hushed whisper of your voice To know not the sound of your fulfilled sigh Of gentleness looking to give a stern eye Be this I beg, or let loose my heart, let it fly To be such as I am; too free.
Therasa
(o.k., I spell checked, and re read it twice. Please tell me I didn't mess up the spelling again.... )
Sweet kisses after death, are remembered Sweet smiles after death, are recalled Sweet voices after death, are silent Sweet love after death, after all.
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I have read poetry for as long as I can remember. As well as writing it. In school you read the usual, Shakespeare and what have you. But this one poem stood out. I read it and it has never left my mind. I have it memorized. The writer is unknown, and Ihave seen small differences in the poem depending on the book you look in. But the feelings are all the same.
The unquiet Grave
Cold blows the wind on my true love, and a few small drops of rain. I never had but one true love, and in the greenwood he lies slain. I'll do as much for my true love, as any lover may. I'll sit and morn all at his grave, a twelve month and a day. The twelve month and the day being gone, the ghost began to greet. 'your salten tears they trickle down, they wet my winding sheet.'
'Tis I my love sits on your grave, and will not let you sleep. For I crave one kiss of your clay cold lips, and that is all I seek.'
"O'lily lily are my lips, my breath comes earthly strong. If you have one kiss of my clay cold lips, your time will not be long.'
'Tis down in yonder garden green love, where we used to walk. The finest flower that e're was seen, is withered to a stalk.'
'The stalk is withered dry my love, so will our hearts decay. Make yourself content my love, till god calls you away.'
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I like that one alot! Thanks for putting it here. I posted in the other thread, forget the title, but it has poems in it. you had Christina Rosetti in your comment.
Hello Theresa, As this forums Mod I am going to ask you to keep your poems in one thread that is created by you. it saves space and makes it easier for people to find what you have posted. Thanks for your cooperation Angel
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