I stand alone
as I gaze at the beauty before me, I stand alone.
My pulse heavy and my eyes filled with solid intent.
These eyes follow a ghost without flesh, without bone.
My inspiration is before me yet doesn't exist, isn't meant.
*
I look and feel sharp. Warm, friendly and intelligent.
What does that mean to a ghost who doesn't care?
I'm surrounded by my life, yet distracted from reality.
I flex my muscles, grooming my hair hoping she will stare.

Excellant, Guest.....please, choose a name, that we may know you by, and sit by our fire where we speak of many things...you have the look, of having much to say....*smile*

that is so lovely. *romantic sigh*

rogue is right, guest .. come chat with us, please!

Essence of Her
The morning light, stars that shine bright.
A childs laughter, the angels hereafter.
Of all that is good is the essence of her.
Peace & Beauty, Sensuality and Laughter.
I remember her touch, her breath on my face
in that not so quite imaginery place.
The essence of her I need to survive.

Thank you for the generous invitation and please don't think rude of me to decline.
Perception within time and place is a problem.
I realize this may sound riddling so suffice it to say that I'll make my statements here if you don't mind.

WOW .. you really do have a way with words, guest. A direct passage straight to the heart.

Enjoy Tir na nOg in which ever way suits you. *s*

Wow.....
*blinks her eyes in speechless admiration...*

So, like... why the secrecy... *cheeky smile*

just had to have another read before heading off to bed ....... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

MY LIFE WAS A TREE
GROWING SURE AND COMPLETE
TILL THE DROUGHT CAME AND WITHRED MY CHARITY
TILL THE WINDS CAME AND BLEW MY HOPE DOWN
TILL THE INSECURITY CAME AND CONSUMED MY FAITH
WHEN THE RAINS CAME AND WASHED THE DOUBTS AWAY
TO BEGIN AGAIN
TO BEGIN AGAIN
STRONG AND COMPLETE AGAIN
SURE AND FREE AGAIN
WITH CHARITY HOPE AND FAITH

*Smile* Thank you for the beautiful thoughts, especially about charity, hope, and faith.

all stand alone
everyone gazes at the beauty
we all beat with desire
heavy and persistant

surrounded by ourselves
we are separate yet a part
all stand alone
separate yet a part

really look into another
and you will find
we all beat with desire
separate yet a part

Sweet perfume
of the night.
I can sense you
in my lovers
eyes.
Come to me.
I await you.
The gift of your
fragrance.
Pleasure me
with your
presence.

Perhaps it's getting too crowded in here? I didn't think other guests would be writing poetry in the same place as I. Lacie & Rogue, you both have been kind enough, please tell me. Is there a more quiet place for me to express myself without guest #2,3 or 4 interfering? I don't intend to be anti-social or rude. I'd just like some quiet space.

PS (Only the first 2 poems were mine)

I think I'm Guest #2, sorry to intrude on "your" space.. you shall never have the worry again...

and please, interpret that proclaimation any way you choose
*s*

I was the rude one not you #2. To think that anyone has a copyright on anonymity and/or ownership of public space. I just felt that My Message may become obscurred by your expressions. I'm new here and not familiar with ropes yet. Perhaps I'll register a name so we may distinguish ourselves. "SNOW" is my name.

Hello Original Poem Poster

I really like your poems, as did others that chat in Tir na nOg. It seems you 'sparked' somthing in the creative process of some, and they too wished to give something of themselves along the same theme, with the same cloak of privacy you did - as a guest.

As our boards are wonderfully open and public, I guess the easiest way you can post here, and have no one mistake your work for the work of others, is to take Rogue's advice, and choose a name. It need not be a name that gives any hint to your identity. The other alternative to ensure your own space, would be to create a simple home page, and post the URL here, to allow visitors to the Message Boards to take the URL and visit.

I hope this helps you ...

Welcome "snow" ... *smile*

Or perhaps "SNOWYNIGHT" since Snow and everything else is taken. OR THE ORIGINAL GUEST, ONE IN A MILLION, ONE STAR SHINES BRIGHT....
*
"The Rain of Laughter"
The rain of laughter ignites me.
Your story unfolds as a pain in my side.
Listening intently to nonsense I cry.
I fight for composure embarrassed and red,
and you and I sprawling heels over head.
We have always been one, in laughter and pain
But the Rain of Laughter is now lost in vain.

Guest #2, I really like your first poem MY LIFE WAS A TREE. It is something I can relate to. Well done ! *s* ALL STAND ALONE is similar to my I STAND ALONE. Please tell me is this coincidence?

Welcome Snowynight...*smile*...as for the ropes,we have few if any...although most prose and poetry is posted under the link "Muse - Inspired by the Tir", you are free to post your art on any of our walls....as to copyrights to your art, and Acc will correct me if I'm wrong here, that is covered under the rules of Bern Convention, governing electronic transmission of copyrighted material. At this site you'll notice that your posts are date and time stamped, along with the nom de plume of the person posting, and if you have created an account and logged a valid email address with Acc, and if you include copyright notification, i.e. "Rogue c 2000", then your art is protected.

As for the nom de plumes themselves...they save lots of confusion as can be seen here, although they are NOT a neccessity...we welcome all guests and we get many. Although one has taken up permanent residence and you can tell her by her "cheeky smile" and the devilish glint in her eyes...hehehe.

As for a quiet place...perhaps you might want to create you own message board under "Muse - Inspired by the Tir", some have two or three, or continue here as you see fit and is comfortable for you.....however, art, the calilbre of yours, will create a bit of a stir...*smile*...so it may not be quiet for long...LOL...it comes with the territory of being a writer.

Now about peception of time and place, the web covers all times zones and we have writers and readers from all of them. Because this site exists on the screens of monitors everywhere and and every time, it is exactly what it proports to to be...Tir na Nog...Land of Forever Young...there is no time but now and no place but here...here the Celtic legend is true. Welcome.

"Immortal Beloved"
It was too long ago and far away when we first locked glances.
So long ago it seems like a dream to me, but fresh as a rose to me.
Our eyes locked and our faces became flush with excitement.
We yearned to be together on that heavenly day, what happened?
I close my eyes and the dream unfolds before me.
The early morning darkness is full of your sweet smell,
The candle almost gone, burns dimly at best.
I hold you, we giggle, then passionately kiss.
We tremble with desire and both get undressed.
With excitment and passion we fall into bliss,
while our Angels looked over I knew we were blessed.
I taste your persperation, I stare in your eyes,
Our union so perfect I thought I would cry.
I love you my darling, from now to forever,
and I'll find you as that is my lifes one endeavour.
Where are you my Immortal Beloved?

Welcome Snowynight !

The 'regs' have advised you correctly.
Any posts by Snowynight are now down to you alone.

If you start a 'New conversation' under Muse, and post a first message requesting people not to add works, most people will respect that.


Copyright:
Everything that you write is copyright to yourself unless you specifically place it in the public domain or assign copyright to some other entity.
Detection of infringement and enforcement of copyright is 'an entirely different matter'.
If you find your work used without permission, write to the site owner and ask for it to be removed (or attributed). If no satisfaction, write to the hosting organisation.
If someone is making money out of your work, you can get them. If the someone is simply a misguided fantasiser(?), say hello to them and let them make of their lives what they can.

Relax - someone, somewhere, sometime is going to pass off your work as their own. It's very annoying, especially when you first experience it. However, in the greater plan of things it's simply an irritation.

Accasbel, thanks for the advice. My point should have been more concise. I was trying to apologize to GUEST #2. After the initial surprise I was a bit touched by her expressions. I should not have been so vain and listened first. APOLOGY ACCEPTED G2 ?

Marbeg is Snowynight

THE FEARLESS !!
A young boy walks the sunken tide,
his freedom complete he has no guide.
His parents all lathered lie down for a rest,
This youngin stands up now and begins his test.
He captures his crabs, his creatures, his fish,
He's fearless, A sailor and makes him a wish.
To be Captain and stranded on this desert isle,
with no one to bother him now for a while.
But sooner than later a cutie comes by,
He blushes and stutters his mouth all adry.
She stands there before him awaiting his word,
And he tries his best not to act like a nerd.
May I play she says in the softest of tone,
The young boy smiles warmly no longer alone.

*laughing* .. she was probably as tongue tied as he ..

"The Fumble"
Beguile me my beauty while I sit and wait,
It is forever my duty to wait out your bait.
I've known your sweet tenderness all to well,
But you bait me and tease me like making a spell.
Alas I give in and say something wrong,
You lash out and cut me, I'm no longer strong.
As I now retreat, backpeddling with care,
I realize I started this whole damn affair.

FORGOTTEN

Well I'll take a breather. Perhaps Guest 2 could inspire us again with another expression? You last few poems were inspiring! PLEASE ?

a writers sabatical already, marbeg??? *pout*

Okay, okay...enough already. We have unknown poets, I just want to know who is who. Is Snowynight (aka Snow aka Marbeg and Guest #?) one in the same?
* blink once for yes and twice for no*
and could Snow-person like give us a catalogue on this message board so that I can swoon in the proper direction. I took a Wenchly Oath to never invade upon the privacy of the "I stand alone & Essence of Her" poet.

I wonder..... do these poet-types wear brown paper bags over their head *elbows Rogue and lacie, you know like that other guy... The Unknown Comic? *lol*

*ahem*
Seriously, the original 2 poems were wundaful,and the others...Sweet Perfume, Immortal Beloved & Fearless, were so poignantly written.

Can the Tir Poet's Union be of any assitance here?

Signed,

Permanent Tir Resident Sporting Devilish Glint~

G2? Um, I Guess the answers to your questions would be; BLINK ONCE, What kind of catalogue, No to Brown Paper although I probably do look good in earth tones, and, I dun need no stinkin help GRINGO! *big breath* Now, does anyone else have any intelligent questions to ask MarBeg?
Now for my questions, who is G2 and why can't they ever idenitfy themselves? Why does G2 have some kind of attitude? And How can I join the Tir Poets Union and what are the dues?

Oh, Sorry! One last question? It really is no sweat off my brow whether or not I'm here or post anything. I could just mosey on down the line. What does G2, Lacie, Rogue and Accasbel have to say. Should I stay or should I go now?

ha ha ha ha ha......... this is a scream... ha ha haha
ATTITUDE??? What Attitude Gringo?? LOL LOL LOL

Intelligent Question:..hmmmm..
*light bulb*.. Hah!
Okay, here's one:

Please Mr. Marbeg, can you explain Existentialism?
(sheesh it's late, don't count off for spelling)

*peers into Marbag's poetry folder... *

Hmmm, got anything on petulant, defiant Tir Wenches?

*cheeky grin*

hmmmm...*looks into the Brehon Laws....*... ahh here it is...I PROPOSE SINGLE COMBAT!....The terms of combat are to be...*checks the law again...*...ahh yes...5, yes, 5 poems each, the first four of each combatant's poems will be on subjects of their own choosing, form and rhyme are optional...*checks the law again..*...the subject of the last poem, however, will be of the opponet's choosing and MUST be in rhyme. There is no time limit on the posts, within reason. There is no hitting, kicking, biting, scratching or spitting allowed.

In this corner, fighting for the solitude of his board, Marberg....poet of the first order,who makes Tir wenches swoon.

In this corner, Guest #2, cheeky Tir Wench, known to all, for her quick wit and defiance...now faced with having to put her poetry where her cheeky fingers are.

na Nogians and lurkers are allowed to cheer, but must refrain from throwing vegatables and must conduct themselves with deportment...this means you.

Do you accept the challenge of single combat, Marberg?

Do you accept the challenge of single combat,
cheeky Tir Wench Guest?

Note:
None of what follows is me geting at anybody in particular - So don't read anything into it.
The comments should be interpreted as general advice.


There is no G2.

People posting under a handle or as 'guest' should always avoid making personal remarks.
The rule could be summarised as "If you have nothing good to say, say nothing."

Anybody can post as 'guest', so there is no guarantee that any post by a guest is from the same person who posted a particular message before (even if they claim to be that person).
Any series of posts by 'guest' can not be taken as the debating position of a real person.

From my lofty pontiff-style vantage point, I can see in the server logs the IP that each and every post comes from. Anyone considering the use of an extra handle or the guest handle in order to stir things should keep this in mind.

Settle down now kiddies :)

There is nothing wrong with using 'guest' or using more than one handle, although it is polite to assume a single handle and use it for posting.


Sheeeesh!
While I'm in the flow, here's another handle-ownership point:
Marbeg has posted - "Marbeg is Snowynight"
This can't be taken as true by readers until they see a post by the Snowynight handle confirming this.

far out ... life is toooooooooooo complicated for me !! ROTFLMAO*

I have spoken with Lacie and all judging of the poems will be done by myself and Lacie... and Acc in case of a tie vote.

Well spoken Accasbel.

There is no spoon.

Think on that for awhile.

Awwww, no vegetable throwing, Rogue? *puts down basket of overripe tomatoes* you're gonna take all the fun out of this contest!

Okay.... I hereby claim any "wenchly remarks" prior to this posting...

*wonders what the latest spring colours are in boxing attire... posts the sign above her corner of the ring..*

...When the going gets tough, the tough go shopping~

Now, what was the question again?

Brehon rules of Quote:
In this corner, Guest #2, cheeky Tir Wench, known to all, for her quick wit and defiance...now faced with having to put her poetry where her cheeky fingers are.
-------------

*smirks to Rogue... love to put the poetry were my fingers are...*

FROG LEGS... anyone?

*throws down gauntlet... considers the challenge and ponders the outcome for an eternity, or at least for the duration of a short NFL TV commercial...*

Okay! I Accept~~~~~~

*wonders how many life-lines she will get, and tries to steal, Rogue's stolen copy of Brehon rules*

*Poses in familiar Irish fighting stance*
Do I pick the first topic??????

woooooooo hooooooooooooooo ... go feath!!!

cute shorts, Lady *wink*

*wonders what marbeg looks like in shorts* ...

Bows down to G2. Perhaps I Misunderstood playfulness for attitude? But I'd still like to hear her poems. Yummy Frog Legs too.

ya mean, ya mean, there is NOT going to be a contest??? *sigh* .... we were all looking forward to the amazing results of the creative juices!!!!!

"Open Thy Heart"
Open thy heart let me see who's inside,
Open thy heart let me touch you.
Is the person within the one I adore,
Let us open our hearts together.
The truth is I've chosen this venue for you
to see me inside as you have never before.
Lets open our hearts so the truth may be seen,
That I'll love you for ever and ever.

Although I am a bit competitive, I'd shy away from this one. You must all understand that I am not a poet and cannot presume to be. I'm just a regular guy with a hunger to express myself to someone. Please understand that I am unable to sit and express myself for a competition. I cannot sit and write to rhyme to see how many feelings I can expose to you. That is so uninspiring it's not fair. I'll bow to G2 or Feathre or anyone else instead of belittling myself. G2 I'd much prefer your friendship instead. DEAL?

Does anyone know who Lady Soahc is? Does anyone know who posted the following poem? This I swoon to.

*************************************************
This poem is dedicated to my cushla mo cHroi
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~


"Soul Mates" by Harvyson Chroney

"Soul Mates"
(Destined to Be...Until The End of Time)

Your act, your state of mind
Your concern and the whole nine.
I can't help believe it but I'm hoping it's true.
You love me already but not the kind of love we're used to.

Not the kind of love that fades,
Not the kind of love that hates,
Not the kind of love we're used to.
You felt me before I even met you,
You wiped my tears before I even met you,

You listened to my song, you knew the story of my heart,
My aches and my pains all of this before I even met you.
You knew my name, not that of my given birth but how to call upon me.
My attention, interest and trust you knew it all.

The fantasies that I've once told you, you're making a reality.
A deeper love more intellectual than superficial,
A love that's premeditated, thought of, dreamt of.
A love fantasized about even before I met you.

I know it was you.
I remember when they hurt me
And each time you tasted my tears,
I didn't have a picture simply because
I didn't feel your flesh; it was deeper.

Your soul touched mine and they kissed.
But that was a while ago when they said we'd meet again
And now here we are, in the flesh and we meet
But you loved me, even before I met you.

*************************************************
Please contact me,
I'd like to exchange poetry with you both.

*rolls eyes* coz it's fun ... OK OK .. BUT......... and this is a HUGE 'BUT' (not my butt, sillies!!) .. the poems from Feathre and Marbeg have to still keep coming ........... now, come on you two, kiss and make up!!

If you dont kiss and make up ... hmmm .. let me think .. then I will (for feathre) chain myself to the washing machine in the laundry!! .. I will (for Marbeg) .. continue to *swooooooooooooooon* uncontrollably! which just makes everyone sick to the stomach *L* ...........

*nudges Rogue* you can return the book of Brehon Laws to the rightful owner *shakes head at this man's unlawful resources*.


*disappears back into the quiet crowd of readers*

Return?...Return!..Oh, you mean sell it back to it's rightfull owner...well, it has to be worth at least a couple of chickens...I'll just tell Shea, I have an ancient Sears catalogue for sale...nice shorts Le Feathre and you got the fighting stance just perfect too, old John L. Sullivan would have been proud...that long black stocking leg looks familiar though...*tells the Hamster to make sure he writes down all the loopholes before we sell it back...and don't forget to lift a couple of purses once all the kissy face stuff starts..,*

Now I sit to see if a sweet hand of frienship reaches out.

When you come to the edge of all the light you have known, and are about to step out into darkness, Faith is knowing one of two things will happen; There will be something to stand on, or you will be taught to fly."

Me, myself and I would like to clarify this section of the message board.
I penned the I AM A TREE Poem, all are alone. And the sweet perfume creation.
The I AM A TREE begins my novel
And Snowynight, I found your writing so close to things I had written I couldn't help myself with returning in kind.
Yes, It was impetuous of me to intrude.
But I thought Guest would not be an issue.
I stopped posting poems as to your wishes
and was reluctant to post anything after.
I Am Guest #2 and I hope that when I have the time and insperation I will again post a poem.
No contest. No spoon. No problem. Aye!

When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the lengthening wings break into fire
At either curvéd point, -- what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us, that we should not long
Be here contented ? Think. In mounting higher,
The angels would press on us, and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay
Rather on earth, Belovèd, -- where the unfit
Contrarious moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

*confused lace* .... who's poems are whose, then??? sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesh .... sooo difficult to keep up with all the guests .. maybe we should have a 'guest book' ........ ahhhh we DO have a guest book !!

hmmmmmmmmmmmmm perhaps we should begin a 'LurkersBook' ... now, there's a fine idea! ROTFLMAO .................

Anything I could ever say would pale compared to this gentleman. For a truly romantic heart swooning experience please listen to Andrea Bocelli on his latest release "SOGNO". Visit his web site at http://www.andrea.bocelli.it

Okay, okay... I think I got this figured out.
Marbeg (Snowynight, Martin) posted first, and then Lacie Rogue and I (as a Guest at the time) all commented on the poetry. And then comes Calypsopoet (Everyone's assumption as G2). And then Peter Pan comes in, as (as a boy refusing to grow up). Martin feels uncomfortable with the praise and adoration from me, the first Guest to comment after Lacie and Rogue, see above referenced swooning). Rogue isssues a poetry challenge/duel. And then Martin is wanting to know who claims the entry of SOULMATES (dedicated to Cushla mo cHroi)... but he's also pondering the duel aspect of this.... Right???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????/

*deep breath*...
Okay, I think I have the answers. Seriously~


I CLAIM FULL RESPONSIBILITY FOR THE FOLLOWING:
The Guest that swooned with Lacie and Rogue.
The Guest that was offended at the lack of privacy comment *I was sincerely complimenting*
I am Feathre, with latent manical and wenchlike tendencies.
I posted the dedicated poem, "Soulmates" to Cushla mo cHroi (Who is quite possibly, Peter Pan.)
I am ready to except the dueling poets challenge, but only if Accasbel will program the accompanying "Dueling Banjo's Theme song"

Now, are we all clear, or did I just prematurely eradicate?

*offers velvet gloved hand of friendship* Martin, please post more? I'll show you mine, if you show me yours.

*s*

oh yeah, Mar... I also claim Haunts of Lust, by Linda Marie Van Tassell. *also dedicated to Cushla*

Well, I shall start this 5 poem posting thing, but two thoughts. First, let's not consider it competitve, but rather a showcase of words near and dear to the heart, and secondly, I don't write poetry. I simply read it, appreciate it and share it with others.

The appreciation part is how I came to be here in the first place Mar/Snow~



here's a little something to start off the 5 poem posts...


A Winter Embrace
by Rickinkorea


You’re in my arms as the sun sets
Wind screams at the window in the darkness
The night is cold, but we’re warm, safe
This moment, though in my mind, is vivid

Your hair is soft against my cheek
The sweet scents of Spring in December
Your breath is a warm whisper in my ear
Expressing love without words

Your body fits perfectly with mine
Your skin, like silk, electrifies me
God made the two of us to be one
And gave us this gift, this perfect moment

In my mind, we more than make love, we are love
No beginning; no end; timeless; continuous
Our bodies become one in pleasure
Pleasure that only we will ever know

My love for you justifies my existence
It wakes me to the miracle of life
The wind is gone; there is only us
Your ageless beauty is my air, my water, my sun

*decides this board should be called "Love Poems" and grabs her box of tissues before reading more*

*G*

and this one I dedicate to all Tir Wenches...what do you think girls????...


The Blessed Wench
by Sondra ruhlander


Suddenly awakened, her body quivering with cold sweat
Her eyes stained with tears, from
an almost cryptic like dream.
Aroused by an lustrous light around her,
Mystified, by the majestic radiance of the moon
Could this all be an illusion?
A regal prince, a mighty nobelman, a true Knight,
Whose love hath no barriers?
Searching over and over ,her minds eye.
"Thou forsakes all others, for thine own heart?"
Passion ,from a true love, a trusted love.
Hers loins aching, with desire, almost too weak to stand.
She looks away from the darkness,
Into the flickering candles ,that enlighten her room.
Her eyes, filled with tears from disbelief,
He reaches for her,
She cautiously leans into his strong,
Yet tender arms, she cries out to him,
"Thou cannot be real, I must still be dreaming"
He replies with a tightened embrace,
"My love, how could thy heart be still in a dream?"
"When only just now, thou hast awakened to life,
and Love?!"

LU-CmC

Okay Snow person,I believe "you're up!" I've covered "embrace", "dreams/illusions" ... what's next?

Someone give me a topic? Any topic... go ahead...

*devilish glint rivals the lunar eclipse*

My heart has been tossed upon a remorseless ocean.
Shake within in me the lost dreams of my passion.
I lift my head into the wind tossed spray.
I placed the fabric of my life to be frayed by your meaningless, careless fashion?
All along there was a heavy price to be paid for this impulsive action.
I can not move my lips to speak.
My eyes tell the story well enough.
To those that have the depth to hear.
No farewells to you do I say.
Regrets for all the world to see,
etched upon my cheek.

So is that you Mar/Snow person (..." My heart has been tossed upon a remorseless ocean....")

Or is this Guest number 5?
Did I offend thee?
Is an apology in order?
Are we not posting 5 poems each?

*confused but still wanting to read more Marbeg/Snowynight Poetry*

Feathre, I shall post, when I can write. I write when I feel creative and I'm inspired. I must admit that you do inspire me Feathre. I just don't feel creative write now. Give me till the morning. I'm at my best then. *S*

for you cushla...fly away wit mae~

His Eyes
by Carissma


Loved when all I knew were his eyes
At first sight as he stood alone in the middle of a crowd--
All I saw
Were his eyes.

Never felt a connection like it
A breath between us could be miles
Didn't matter
Unknowingly encapsulated in him
And the eyes I gave my heart to.

Hearing incoherent echoes of words unspoken
Never said
Didn't matter
A million things muttered through the silence between us
My unconscious words somehow in his eyes.

Uncertain future
Fate takes my hand
Brings me to him

Loved when all I knew were his eyes
The eyes
I unknowingly gave my heart to
So so long ago.

Okay, that's poem #3 Mar/Snowynight person...
show me whatcha got after your wheaties..... *lol8

HHhhmmmm
Pen to Paper,
emotions run high.
Need time, need time.

I penned an improved version of my poem using your emotions

My emotions have been tossed upon a remorseless ocean.
Rattle within me the lost dreams of my passions
I lift my head toward the wind thrown spray
Watching the fabric of my life frayed by your careless fashion.
A heavy price to be paid, be sure, for this impulsive action.
My lips do not move to speak
My eyes tell the tale all to well
To those who have the depth to listen
No farwells do I say
The regrets for all the world to see
are etched upon my cheek

My eyes have seen much,
yet my mind knows little.
My heart sees nothing,
yet my soul is overjoyed.
I see the flowering rose in all it's
cold and uncaring ways.
My thumb is pricked by the thorn
and I am consumed by her.
Who will take my hand and show me the way?
Why am I so tortured, why should I stay?

defintely a rose theme running through .. *s*

*waits for more*

miss you already Cmc


A Final Take From My Thoughts
by NikiCee


Our unspoken bond.
It resounds extremely strong.

It is our secret glue.
For a friendship as unique as me and you.

We love on a level most lack to understand.
A level created in the air between us.

Friends with a whisper of something more.

A cunningly simple recipe of shoulders to cry on and jokes to laugh at.

A gentle balance that tends to sway with the wind our breath creates through words we speak with hidden meanings.

These words we say,
too often perhaps,
may reveal hints of a truth so fragile.

Still we go our seperate ways.
One of these days our paths will cross,
where the words will fit,
the meanings will be clear,
and you and I will seal the gap left between us.

I remember my first kiss.
T'was from a gal that I adored, The sweet heart of my life.
I was only 17 at the time, young and innocent for a boy.
I was sitting on a fence, quite comfortable in my situation.
At least thats what I tried to tell myself as she moved in.
I wanted her to make the first step, I was frozen scared.
Her devlish smile toasted me, my heart thumping like a fast train.
As she got closer I screamed with desire but still couldn't move.
She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me, we melted together.
I had never experienced anything so wonderful in my life.
We kissed passionately and lovingly for a good 30 seconds or so.
When she was finished she backed off, gazing at me with admiration.
I felt so powerless, blushing bright red and feeling a bit dizzy.
As I tried to regain my composure it happened just like that.
I accidentally flipped backwards off the fence and fell to the ground.
We never kissed again, we just became friends and drifted apart.
A true story from the life of Marbeg

Okay, I'm ready to post Poem #5, does somebody wanna give me a category???

*yaaaaaaawwwn*.... quickly, I'm, like... ''aging'' here..

First Kiss

That sounds like a winner to me.

Wait a moment Wait a moment

I got one for you.

Be right back. Be right back

I have a great deal of enthusiasim for this topic.

It might take more than a moment.

A fortenight give me.

And a first felt rendition you will see.

As your thoughts keep getting better.

It's your feelings that matter.

Me, I will sit and ponder.

As I let my mind wander

Back to the days of my unblemished desire.

First Kiss

That sounds like a winner to me.

Wait a moment Wait a moment

I got one for you.

Be right back. Be right back

I have a great deal of enthusiasim for this topic.

It might take more than a moment.

A fortenight give me.

And a first felt rendition you will see.

As your thoughts get clear.

It's your feelings that matter.

Me, I will sit and ponder.

As I let my mind wander

Back to the days of that journey

into maidinhoods foreign country.

It was going to be wonderful.

I could tell.

For you had left inside me something

Swell.

Please forgive the double posting It was a glitch or a mistake on my part.
The second one is the one I prefer.

It is clear to me now.
As clear as a bright winters night.
My Darling,
If I cannot share your love
I'll gladly take your pain.
For any part is better than naught,
And I am but a fool.

A fool a clown
we all play to the field
we all play the game

I retract my offering

"The Dream"
I once had a dream of a beautiful lass,
at least I believe I did.
What other explanation could exist for me
for a trick played upon a prince.
I see her, hear her, feel her absence
everyday of my life.
She stands before me like like a princess,
yet I cannot find her.
I lie restless in my bed at night,
Praying she will find me.
Immortal Friend, Immortal Lover,
My light is lit for you.

*sigh* Maybe I could send the Immortal one your way? And I don't know what my guest number is. I forgot to pull one out of the machiney thingy but I did get in line! Dream on Marbeg and make the dream the reality.

Hmmm... well... I am definitely not the Guest claiming the last 2 postings...so... what is it to be martin? Is the category "Dream" for Poem No. 5 for me to post?

let me know... this challenge has been a very rewarding experience. There is so much talent that passes through Tir na nOg. I truly appreciate everyone who has expressed themselves in whatever "guestly" fashion on this board. It's been a heart warming experience.

Le Feathre, I didn't see you post anything. Cut & paste perhaps but what about your own expressions? My challenge is for you to stop borrowing other peoples feelings and write your own *sticks his tongue out*
As for me, I'm a dried up well.
Mentally & spiritually.
It's time I took a wee vacation.
A slow boat to China might be nice.
Sailing the seas in search of myself.
Yeah that'd be fine........
Bye for awhile, sorry my closing isn't
as poetic as perhaps it could be.
Au Revoir

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Peter I liked your "OR YOU LEARN TO FLY." Speech better.

... just taking this gloden opportunity to say.."previous post definitely not mine"~~~~~~
*deeply sighs and,

wanders off to check inventory of Atlas'
checks on aging process of Elderwood P.
squirels more $$$ in secret place of Acc's back room
and stares aimlessly at the calendar*

Peter... the last post twas not I~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

duh.. guest

Set's tanenbark sails and makes way for the South China Sea in search of one hell of a Starry Night

Ofcourse I won't miss the game for I have A Dish on board. You can take that any way you like.

I knew someone once who had a dream.
T'was shattered upon reality.
It never discouraged him from dreaming
it just made him less frality.
Now that I've been there and done that
I can sometimes see the obvious that
others cannot.
Sometimes when I'm not looking my dreams end up shattered anyway.

*contemplates his words*
Thank God they're dreams and not reality.

Marbeq, and Feathre, thank you for this beautiful page, which I have just discovered. Makes me wish I had some love poems to contribute...Hmmm...I'll have to look through my old journals...in the meantime, I will be awaiting your next pearls of poetry and prose

Stary, stary night. Paint your pallet blue and gray. Look out on a summer's day and see the artist loving hand.

hey, how about Madonna doing 'Americaaaaaan Pie', huh? .... brave to say the least.

With Rupert Everett as back-up singer! *G*.....I like him as an actor...did anyone see "An Ideal Husband"? He made the movie..it was great!

You are quite welcome Celt *curtseys graciously*
and someday I'd like to write about my "inspiration" *sighs and swoons*

"Mis-Perceptions"
Dreams and Love, Friendship & Inspiration.
These are complete lies for people of Desperation!
Honestly folks, just think back.
Are things ever what they're supposed to be?
Dreams shattered, Love Lost or never realized.
Friendships betray and Inspirations fade.
If someone were to Dream then they tease death.
If someone were to dare Love they betray themselves.
Realize your Love before you are betrayed.
Realize your Dreams before they kill you.
For I have been tortured a 1000 times only to
come to these conclusions.
For True Love never dies it consumes you.
Happily or Hellishly the consumption complete.
And I dream and die daily.

cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it

*Beaming Smile*
Yes, as they say time heels all wounds!
But things written under depressing or
inspring times always touches the heart
or stimulates the mind.
Sometimes it's worth re-issuing.

Ah, but let's keep in mind that not all in the world of poetry is love and flowers...take these, for example:

Descend the way that leads to hell infernal
Plunge in a deep gulf where crime's inevitable
Flagellated by a wind driven from skies eternal
Where all your torments, and for all the ages
Mad Shadows never at the end of your desires
Shall never satisfy your furious rages
And your chastisement be born of loveless fires.

...and:

The sleep is still in my eyes,
The dream is still in my head.
I heave a sigh and sadly smile and lie awhile in bed.
I wish that it might come to pass
Not fade like all my dreams:
I don't think that I can carry on
Carry on this cold and empty life.
My spirits are low in the depths of despair,
My lifeblood
Spills over...

"Her Touch"
In my dreams I feel her touch.
Halfway between Heaven and earth,
she touches my every sense.
What have I done to deserve such
pleasurable bliss? Certainly I don't
deserve the love of an Angel, but
she is always with me.
Her stare, her wisdom, her laughter,
her quiet grace......
All these things touch me in a way that
defies any description.
I LOVE YOU GERI, God Bless us !
DFF
Now I say GoodBye to All.

"Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest"
Hamlet, Act v, Sc.2

The story
Of life is quicker
Than the wink of an eye

The story of love
Is hello and goodbye
Until we meet again

--Jimi Hendrix, 17 Sept. 1970 (written the night before his death)

Hamlet suits this ... most definitely .....

I stand alone. Do you still come and visit once in awhile?
I have a new address
calypsopoets@hotmail.com
Write again soon

Dance of Romance
If I lead you through the music, If I call you will you dance?
If I whisper sweet endearments will your heart begin to glow?
If I bended down upon one knee and swore forevermore?
If I lead will you follow, If I call will you come?
*
If you called me I would follow, if you asked me I would die,
for the love of such a woman, I'd be happy to comply.
If you thought that we'd be better off by staying far apart,
I would bow to all your wishes, I would swear to every part.
*
If we found it in each other that the light is truly lit.
If our spirits found our bodies and our bodies became one,
If we took each other solemnly with God's approving smile,
Then I'd humble myself knowing all the beauty that is won.

“Your Precious Smile”

Your Precious Smile My Love, Brings Memories,
Of Times So Long Ago, I Held You Near.
Your Warm and Tender Touch, Was So Your Style,
and Please Remember That I'll Always Love You Dear.
*
These Times We Have My Love, Are Dear To Me.
To See Your Humbled Smile, I Will Not Fear.
Your Strength & Courage Now, Is So Your Style,
and Please Remember That I'll Always Love You Dear.
*
Your Happiness My Love, Is All I Want.
In Gods Good Grace, I must endear.
Your Blooming Children Now, Become Your Style,
Your Precious Smile My Love, Will Always Beat My Heart.

"Your Silhouette"
Your silhouette reminds me dear, of the beauty found in darkness.
For little I knew the beauty you hid from shallow eyes.
Shallow eyes that steel the flower from it's field for self indulgence.
Oh to be thy friend and gallant knight rising above your cries.
A woman of beaty and substance are thee, your spirit shining bright.

"Never Land"
I have always known the splendor of your soft and gentle touch.
It is always there,in never land, and only on it's dusk.
To be found and lost most everynight until I feel your breath.
I am longing to be with you and will someday lay to rest.
Lay to rest within your tender arms or earths uncaring soil.
For one way or to another Never Land is nevermore.

"If Ever You Were Mine"
If ever you were mine my dear, I'd hold you in my heart.
I'd honor, love and cherish you long after deaths depart.
If ever you were mine mo chroi, I'd treat you like the queen,
who's gracious smile and shining eyes reveal her spirits dream.
A dream you had for many the night ever since you were a child,
for a Knight in shining armor to come upon your side.
I'm here at last and not too late to defend upon your cause,
for peace and love and happiness, no more embattled wars.
No longer will you have to tire to make your dreams come true,
For I'd be with you day and night you never will be blue.
If Ever You Were Mine Mo Ghra, that is what I swear!,
To live happily ever after, trust in love and you'll be fine.

well, well .. is that finally 5 poems each? Rogue, we must discuss the merits of each of the challengers.

Dirty Laundry
I sit and stare at the mound upon my floor.
Colors, smells, textures all heaped together
into one pile. Who feeds this monster?
I try on a daily basis to dismember the beast,
but only to find that someone else has fed it
again. It grows! I dare say it lives?
I'd like to wear my favorite t-shirt today, I
wonder where it is? An old saying comes to mind;
"A Womans Work Is Never Done". Someone should
point a woman in my direction. Neil Young once
wrote; "A Man Needs A Maid", I think I need a
match & kerosene.

Hello Lacie, Glad to see you still come & read.
I thought this wee li'l place got lost among
the other pages. Do you ever express yourself
through writing?

It is difficult to loose anything at Tir na nOg, Marbeg.

I have been known to attempt creative writing, Marbeg ... nothing that matches the skills of Feathre or yourself. You can read my stuff on my demise. Trust me, though, it isn't worth sending someone to finish me off.

I'm not sure I agree with you about my skills. I just speak from the heart and whatever it is, it works for me. FEATHRE unfortunately chose to compare other peoples words with mine. I wonder what happened to her own expressions? I'm certain whatever you write Lacie will also come from your heart. Please, by all means share something of yourself?

I sometimes share my spleen...sorry note of humour attempted that is....ludd limps out........

Spleen? Jaysus, I flippin love spleen !! Mashed or scrambled, over easy or chilled. On a waffle cone with jimmies!! *sings* Spleen, spleen, spleen, spleen............ spleen, spleen, spleen, spleen. *ROTFLMAO*

Nah not fancy just vented!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What happened to Tir's Poetry?

"As If"
As if to say I knew you here,
as if to say I touched you.
As if it mattered what I thought,
as if you cared so little.
But by and by we struggle on
as if we both were thinking,
that someone else, or someplace else
would suit us more the better.
As if I missed you and I cried,
as if you thought you missed me.
As if no matter what we tried,
we loved each other any.
*
And I try, and I try, and I try with
all my might, to understand what's
happening to me and what it's all about.
And I give, and I give, and I give
with all my heart, so that they'll know
I'm genuine and that I am not a louse.
But the cloud gets darker as the curse
still lingers on.
As if I were here and you were there in
different time and places,
But we know better, don't we?

Ode to Cyber Space
(actually not an ode really but........)

I met more real poeople here than there
The so called real world
had a different kind of fun as well
Took some chances not always good
But in the end
As my favourite beatle said
The love you get is equal to........

Similarly like the real Tir na nOg and the Anglo Camelot the shining spirits have faded from this place. A once "GLORIOUS EXPERIENCE" in human relations, good times and quick witted banter.
There are many imprints that have been left upon minds and hearts. Battles no matter how small were waged here and nonetheless, sooner or later time will have taken it's toll and Tir fades away.

i really like all ur poems, its nice for a new person to come and read, they av lovely meanings. keep it up ppl. xxx