Good morning everyone.
Posted on 01/02/2006 7:52:08 AM PST by Soaring Feather
Two gems you left
for the poets of the Lair
both excellent
in content
mysterious and rare
calling forth
echoes of the past
and present
haunting and vexing
words that last.
bf
Good morning, Kathy. Thank You, for Blessed Assurance.
Hope your day goes well and that you'll be able to have a weekend off soon.
*HUGS*
Pinger.... Good Morning to you.
Pinger, I got up, too early! I forgot to ping several folks. Sorry.
This happens!
Mornings are often too early....
It must be very early where you live. I am East Coast.
Bout 6 am. I normally get up around 5. 3 would be early!
Yikes, that is early.
Well, the old adage
Early to bed
Early to rise,
makes a man (woman)
healthy, wealthy and wise. ;)
And well rested.
Been getting up at 5 or thereabouts oh, 25 years or so. Pretty much of a habit.
Mellow is the quiet that I get
in the morning, before they rise,
in the morning, before they rise,
that's the time, that's the time,
I love the best.
Peaceful is the color of the time
in the morning, before they rise,
in the morning, before they rise,
that's the time, that's the time,
I love the best.
Calm is the feeling that I get
in the morning, before they rise,
in the morning, before they rise,
that's the time, that's the time,
I love the best.
(apologies to Donovan)
I do believe that watching dawn appear
is the best time of the day.
There is a peaceful calm in the time
and the wonder of it all sweeps
over the mind
Of just how small we all are
in the grand scheme of things.
bentfeather (c)
Albert Camus said, "Don't walk behind me; I may
not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not
follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend."
Pooka Promises
Aye ye fear da pooka, boy, ‘n wise his you, I say,
fer hin da night hit raises ‘ell far and near.
So pours me a foam’n ‘eaded cold, cold beer,
‘n lets me tell ya o a Pooka’s most terrible day.
Twer ol King Brian Boru, him as was High King of Erin,
wid a bit o magic ‘n tree ‘airs of a Pooka’s tail.
‘E bridled hit in da glen, ‘n rodem to a standstill wit out fail
‘n tricked ‘im out hov tree wishes boy, dere ‘n den!
First hit weren’t ta pester Christians, or deir lands,
second, hit were ta leave hall Irishmen hat peace.
sept dose drunk, hor wit heart of evil without cease
‘n third, dose it could have as fierce has hit wanted wid out bans.
Ol Brian’s gone ‘n da spell be weaker now,
so da Pooka, his still rais’n ‘ell has ‘e pleases.
So careful be, hor hits yer soul ‘e might freezes,
beware da night hif da Pooka’s up fer a row!
Amazing! I was thinking about Harvey, the six foot rabbit.
Them pookas will take you on wild rides if you don't watch out....
Dark the horse that flies over the silent hills,
his gallop beating through the night
like the sound of fear.
Dancing in the wheat, stallion he,
with no respect for hard work and hungry mouth,
Fences concern him not, as he crashes through
leaving more work behind.
Beware, you who walk the road at night,
for in his mad joy, he will come like the wind
and knock you into the ditch, for the sheer doing of it.
Don't forget to leave him his bit when harvest comes,
Or you will feel his ire even more.
I forgot to ping you to my pooka poem...
Thanks for the ping.
These poems are fun. I will try to work on one.
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