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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

Songwriters
JOHN DENVER

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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

-Kila-

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

Poetry month – Knot of Isis

At the end of the universe
A blood red cord
Binds life to death and will to destiny
Let the knot of that red sash
Bind us together
Cradling our hips and weaving all our dreams.

(Chours) We are the knot where the whole world meets
Red magic passes through our veins
Magic of magic
Spirit of spirit
We are the power of Isis

We are bound mind to mind
We are bound heart to heart
Heaven in one hand
Earth in the other
We will walk in harmony

(Chorus)

Give us not consolation
Give us Magic!
Give us the spell of living well
Give us Magic!

Chorus and
We are the power of Isis
We are the power of Isis
We are the power of Isis

Original translation from the Book of going forth – Normandy Ellis

Poetry Month – Isis Rising II

Isis Rising II

 

I am Isis

I am Isis

I am Isis Rising

Hidden power of the Sun

Magic I am

Compassion I am

Isis shining fills the Sky

Joy I am

Dancing I am

Behold the excellent Sistrum Bearer!

I am Isis, Mighty One.

I am Isis

I am Hathor

I am Hathor rising

Serpent power of the Sun

Cobra I am

Fire I am

Hathor splendor fills the Sky

Joy I am

Dancing I am

Behold the excellent Sistrum Bearer!

I am Hathor, Cow-eared one.

I am Isis

I am Hathor

I am Hathor

I am Sekhmet

I am Sekhmet rising

Cobra power of the Sun

Fierce I am

Fire I am

Sekhmet blazing fills the Sky

Destruction I am

Creation I am

Behold the excellent Sistrum Bearer!

I am Sekhmet, Powerful One.

I am Hathor

I am Sekhmet

I am Sekhmet lapping

Do not annoy the Lady of Flame

Rage I am

Sleep I am

Sekhmet drinking slakes Her thirst

Waling I am

Dancing I am

Behold the excellent Sistrum Brearer!

I am Sekhmet, Lioness One.

I am Sekhmet

I am Bastet

I am Bastet purring

Joy I am

Dancing I am

Bastet sunshine fills our homes

Gentle I am

Protecting I am

Behold the excellet Sistrum Bearer!

I am Ba-Ast, Soul of Isis.

I am Bastet

I am Nebhet

I am Nebhet rising

Secret power of the Sun

Mouring I am

Compassion I am

Nebhet dawning fills the Sky

Singing I am

Dancing I am

Behold the excellent Sistrum Bearer!

I am Nepthys. Isister.

I am Nebhet

I am Aset

I am Aset rising

Hidden power of the Sun

Magic I am

Compassion I am

Aset shining fills the Sky

Joy I am

Dancing I am

Behold the excellent Sistrum Bearer!

I am Aset, Might One.

I am Isis

I am Nephthys

I am Hathor

I am Sekhmet

I am Bastet

I am Nebhet

I am asset

I am Isis

Behold the excellent Sistrum Bearer!

I am Isis rising.

Laura Janesdaughter

Poetry Month – Be Thou My Vision

I so loved this hymn from the moment I heard it in children’s choir at church that I memorized it that night. Later that night mom woke up to loud singing. I was sitting bolt upright in bed and singing it in my sleep at the top of my lungs. Something I would never have done while awake. LOL!

The version I sing

Be thou my vision, O Lady of my heart,
Naught be all else to me, save that thou art;
Thou my best thought by day and the night,
Waking and sleeping, thy presence my light.

Be thou my wisdom, thou my true word,
Tthou ever with me, and I with thee Lady;
Be thou my great Mother, and I thy true one;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with thee one.

Be thou my breastplate, my sword for the fight;
Thou my whole armour, Thou my true might;
Thou my soul’s shelter, be thou my strong tower:
O raise me heavenward, great Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise:
Thou mine inheritance now and always;
Thou and thou only the first in my heart;
O high queen of Heaven, my treasure thou art.

High Queen of Heaven, thou Heaven’s bright sun,
O grant me its joys after victory is won!;
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my vision, O Ruler of all.

Modern Irish
Bí Thusa ’mo shúile a Rí mhór na ndúil
Líon thusa mo bheatha mo chéadfaí ’s mo stuaim
Bí thusa i m’aigne gach oíche ’s gach lá
Im chodladh no im dhúiseacht, líon mé le do ghrá.

Bí thusa ’mo threorú i mbriathar ’s i mbeart
Fan thusa go deo liom is coinnigh mé ceart
Glac cúram mar Mathair, is éist le mo ghuí
Is tabhair domsa áit cónaí istigh i do chroí.

Modern Scots Gaelic
Dèan dhòmh-sa tuigse,
Cuir soils’ air mo smuain;
Dh’iarrainn gur Tu
Bhiodh ’gam stiùreadh gach uair;
Làmh rium ’s an oidhche
Is romhan ’s an tràth,
Réidh rium ’sa mhadainn
Agus glèidh mi tro’n latha.

Ceartas do m’ bhriathran
Agus fìrinn do m’ bheul,
Thusa toirt iùil dhomh
’S mi dlùth riut, a Dhè.
Mathair, thoir gràdh dhomh,
Gabh mis’ thugad fhéin;
Cum mi ri d’ thaobh
Is bi daonnan ’nam chrè.

Dìon mi, a Thighearna,
Ri mo chliathaich ’s gach feachd;
Cum mi fo d’ sgiath
’S thoir dhomh misneachd is neart,
Fasgadh do m’ anam
Is mi ri d’uchd dlùth;
Treòraich mi dhachaigh,
Dhè chumhachdaich Thu.
Beartas cha’n fhiach leam;
No miann chlann ’nan daoin’,
Thusa na m’ fhianais
Fad làithean mo shaogh’il
Thusa, Dhè ghràsmhoir,
A-mhain na mo chrìdh’,
Le blaths is gràdh sìorraidh,
Mo thighearna ’s mo Rìgh.