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Poetry month – Celibacy

Because of I’m being lazy again and because of something someone said to me about relationships on Saturday, I give you a song I wrote in 1984.  And no, I don’t feel like this at the moment and once when I sang it in concert at the Western States Gay and Lesbians United, I ended up in a 2 year relationship I had a really hard time escaping from. It was just something funny to me at the time. I did get a standing ovation though. :-)

Celibacy, Celibacy,
Overrated Lunacy,
Celibacy, Celibacy,
Unwedded bliss is not for me.

Bars are not the place for me
I develop paralysis of mouth and knee
Yes, it’s possible to die of hesitancy
I guess the woman in my life is me.

Celibacy, Celibacy,
Just ain’t what it’s cracked up to be
Celibacy, Celibacy,
Maybe I need some vitamin E

In my brain there must be a vacancy
Was a nun what I was really meant to be?
But certain kinds of women really frighten me
Especially women built like Mr. “T”

Celibacy, Celibacy,
Complicated idiocy
Celibacy, Celibacy,
As opposed to plurality

I know this is not feminist liturgy
Or something covered with great militancy
But I’m getting tired of being correct politically
If the only woman in my life is me.

Celibacy, Celibacy,
Result of total abstinency
Celibacy, Celibacy,
Let’s hear it for cupidity

Now celibacy is fine for recovery
And independence was a great discovery
Am I depriving myself of intimacy?
If the only woman in my life is me?

Celibacy, Celibacy,
Wrecking with my destiny
Celibacy, Celibacy,
Acts of utter obstinancy

So this is a personal ad for me
I like music of the Scots and I hate TV
I like swinging in the park and mountains not the sea
But I don’t expect and answer…
Because the greatest chicken in my life, is me,

Celibacy, Celibacy,
The result of sheer complacency
Celibacy, Celibacy,
Will surely Be the end of me!

Mary Beth Robb copyright 1984

Bonus Poetry Month – Celebrate Earth Day, Every day!

Earth Day, Every Day (celebrate) Lyrics

“Earth Day, Every Day (celebrate)” was written by John Denver.

The cry of a loon on a lake in the night
Dreams that are born in the dawn’s early light
Celebrate morning.

Celebrate living,
The laughter that sings in the heart of a child,
Freedom that flies to the call of the wild,
Celebrate living.

Celebrate evening,
The stars that appear in the loss of the sun,
Whispering winds, ‘We are one, we are one’…

Celebrate Earth Day, every day,
Celebrate Earth Day, every day
Celebrate land and sea
Celebrate you and me
Celebrate Earth Day, every day


Read more: John Denver –

Poetry month – nursery rhyme

This was stuck in my head last night when I was trying to sleep:

I had a little nut tree,
Nothing would it bear
But a silver nutmeg
And a golden pear;

The King of Spain’s daughter
Came to visit me,
And all for the sake
Of my little nut tree.

Her dress was made of crimson,
Jet black was her hair,
She asked me for my nutmeg
And my golden pear.

I said, “So fair a princess
Never did I see,
I’ll give you all the fruit
From my little nut tree.”[

Poetry Month – Bi Ann!

Bí ann, bí liom
Bí gasta, bí cróga
Bí cliste, bí cinnte
Bí casta, bí glic
Bí grámhar, gealgáireach
Bí socair laistigh
Bí doimhin ach bí éadrom
Gan teannas ar bith
I do chorp, i do chroí
I do cheann, ins a tslí
Ina chuireann tú tú fhéin i láthair
I pé chomhluadar ina bhfuil tú
Bí ann liom
Bí láidir il-dána
Nuair a chasann an domhan
Bí ann dom
Agus buailfimid le chéile
Nuair a thagann an t-am

Be there, be with me
Be quick, be brave
Be clever, be sure
Be tricky, be sharp
Be loving, light-hearted
Be steady inside
And be deep but be light
With no tension inside
In your body, in your heart
In your head, __
In the way which you present yourself
In whatever company you happen to be
Be there for me
Be strong and be able
When the world takes a turn
Be there with me
And we will meet together
When the right time comes


and just in case you want to hear it out loud: http://smile.amazon.com/dp/B0032K6SVA/ref=dm_ws_tlw_trk9

Poetry month – St Bridget

Saint Bridget

by Eleanor Farjeon

Part of a series of poems on saint’s lives
Saint Bridget she was beautiful
In feature and in deed
And she would give the world away
To anyone in need.
It was enough for her to know
Of beggars at her door
That women starved and babes were cold,
And ragged men were poor.

Saint Bridget gave the world away
And cut her golden hair
To dwell beneath the Holy Oak
Men speak of in Kildare.
The stick she put her lips upon
Broke straightway into flower,
The sunbeam in her greenwood cell
Lingered beyond its hour.

Saint Bridget laid her beauty by
That earth might leave her be,
And God bestowed it twice on her
Till angels leaned to see.
‘Look, look! There goes the loveliest one
In Ireland ever known,
Our Bride who gave the world away
And made all heaven her own

Poetry month – Seven Selves

The Seven Selves by Laura Janesdaughter Based on the Seven Shrines at Abydos – October 20th

One of me lives in the woods by myself. I spend my days watching everything that happens around me.

One of me lives by the ocean – I watch the waves all day. Sometimes I “dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free” and rattling my sistrum in the other hand. Sometimes I stand in the sand at the water’s edge and let my feet be buried in the sand.

One of me lives in Bubastis where I am one of the Priestesses whose job it is to sweep the floors free of cat dung an strew the floors with straw and herbs. I also shake my sistrum and carry platters of fruit to the Goddess and I dance.

One of me lives in the ocean. I am a mermaid. I sun myself on the rocks and dive into the clear waters to cool off. I live on kelp and other sea plants. Sometimes my sisters and I sing to the passing whales.

One of me lives on an island with a beautiful Temple to the Goddess. The shores are meadows with red poppies and wild flowers. I am Priestess and it is my task to admire the beauty of the ocean and the moon.

One of me lives by the Blue Heron River. I listen to the rustle of the wind in the pines, watch spider webs dazzle in the sun, and gasp at the beauty of the Heron. At night I watch the Moon through the trees.

One of me lives on Sirius where I am stardust walking.

Poetry month – Say my name that I may live

I wrote this because it was my way of dealing with those I have lost. What is spoken lives!

For those gone too soon:

I give thanks for those who have gone beyond the veil.

Say my name that I may live!

I give thanks that they have touched my life

Say my name that I may live!

I remember the beauty of a face

Say my name that I may live!

I remember that they laughed

Say my name that I may live!

I remember that they cried

Say my name that I may live!

I remember that they were afraid

Say my name that I may live!

I remember that they were brave

Say my name that I may live!

I remember their smile

Say my name that I may live!

I remember the good about them

Say my name that I may live!

I remember their love

Say my name that I may live!

I remember them!

Say my name that I may live!

©Kat Robb