Tag Archive | poetry

More because I’m campsick

You may think my dear, when you grow quite old,
You have left camp days behind.
But I know the scent of wood smoke
Will always call to mind
Little fires at twilight
And the trails you used to find.

You may think some day you have quite grown up.
And feel so worldly and wise
But suddenly out of the past a vision will arise
Of merrie folk with brown bare knees
And laughter in their eyes.

You may live in a house built to your taste
In the nicest part of town
But some day for your old camp togs
You’d change your latest gown
And trade them all for a balsam bed
Where the stars at night look down.

You may find yourself grown quite wealthy
Have all that gold can buy
But you’d toss aside a fortune
For days neath an open sky
With sunlight in blue water
And white clouds sailing high

For once you have been a camper
Then something has come to stay
Deep in your heart forever
Which nothing can take away
And heaven can only be heaven
With a camp in which to play.

Unknown

Blessed Beltane to all

Some Beltane doggerel:

Fire burn high

We weave and spin

Magic sings and the circle begins

Faeries and fae dance around us all

Some are big and some are small

Some are your neighbor

Some are your friends

Some won’t appear ’til the circle begins

Fire burn high

Illumine our hearts

We call to our spirits

When the circle starts

Dance and Dance

The circle prance

Goddess and God

Be here now

Green Man and Lady

Enter the circle now

We bow to magic

We bow to their shine

We welcome the Lady

To the circle divine

Wreath ring our heads

A ribbon we wind

‘Round the tree in the center

Our circle defined

We celebrate life

We celebrate love

We join hands below

And our hearts up above

So blessings of Beltane

Wherever you are

And while you are dancing

Remember to wish on a star.

Kat Robb 2015

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