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Happy birthday Shakespeare! Poetry month – Puck’s final speech, MSND

PUCK
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber’d here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.

Poetry month – Summer prayer/poem

Since Beltane is the start of Summer

I greet this Summer morning
With music in my heart.
Blessings to the music of nature
Music in my feet
Music in my heart
Music in my soul.
May the music of life
Follow me all this day
Until fall of night.

I bathe in the music of Summer.
Song of mockingbird
Whisper of grass blades
Castanets of crow song
Laughter of raven
Susurrations of tree leaves
Chatter of squirrel
Chuckling of streams
Chattering of finches
Humming of bees
Nine songs of Summer
Bless us all the day
Until the songs of twilight.

Kat

Poetry month – On the loose – camp song

On the loose to climb a mountain
On the loose where I am free
On the loose to live my life the way I feel my life should be
For I’ve only got a minute and the whole world’s left to see
I’ll be looking for tomorrow on the loose

Have you ever seen the sunrise turn the sky completely red?
Have you slept beneath the moon and stars?
A pine bough for your head?
Do you sit and talk to friends though a word is never said?
Then you’re like me and you’ve been on the loose.

There’s a trail that I’ll be hiking just to see where if might go.
Many places left to visit, many people yet to know.
And in following my dreams I will live and I will grow
On a trail that’s out there somewhere on the loose.

So in search of love and laughter I am traveling ‘cross this land.
Never sure of where I’m going ‘cause I haven’t any plan.
So in time when you are ready, come and join me take my hand
Together we’ll share life out on the loose.

unknown

April Fools – Happy Poetry month!

Peekabo, I Almost See You 

Middle-aged life is merry, and I love to lead it,
But there comes a day when your eyes are all right but your arm
isn’t long enough to hold the telephone book where you can read it,
And your friends get jocular, so you go to the oculist,
And of all your friends he is the joculist,
So over his facetiousness let us skim,
Only noting that he has been waiting for you ever since you said
Good evening to his grandfather clock under the impression
that it was him,
And you look at his chart and it says SHRDLU QWERTYOP, and
you say Well, why SHRDNTLU QWERTYOP? and he says one
set of glasses won’t do.
You need two.
One for reading Erle Stanley Gardner’s Perry Mason and Keats’s
“Endymion” with,
And the other for walking around without saying Hello to strange
wymion with.
So you spend your time taking off your seeing glasses to put on
your reading glasses, and then remembering that your reading
glasses are upstairs or in the car,
And then you can’t find your seeing glasses again because without
them on you can’t see where they are.
Enough of such misshaps, they would try the patience of an ox,
I prefer to forget both pairs of glasses and pass my declining
years saluting strange women and grandfather clocks.

Ogden Nash

When I Dance

By Cosi Fabian

When I dance, the sun sails safely through the night
When I dance, the future is formed by my feet
When I dance, the stars move through the heavens
When I dance, Venus shimmers the desert
When I dance, dust becomes silver, stones are made of gold…

Last Day

Saint Bridget

by Eleanor Farjeon

Part of a series of poems on saint’s lives and because I have been lax in my flamekeeping.

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.

For the new Duke and Duchess of Cambridge

Have you ever stood in the April wood and called the new year in?
While the phantoms of three thousand years fly as the dead leaves spin?
There’s a snap in the grass behind your feet and a tap upon your shoulder.
And the thin wind crawls along your neck it’s just the old gods getting older.
And the kestral drops like a fall of shot and the red cloud hanging high
come a Beltane.
Have you ever loved a lover of the old elastic truth?
And doted on the daughter in the ministry of youth?
Thrust your head between the breasts of the fertile innocent.
And taken up the cause of love, for the sake of argument.
Or while the kisses drop like a fall of shot from soft lips in the rain
come a Beltane.
Happy old new year to you and yours.
The sun’s up for one more day, to be sure.
Play it out gladly, for your card’s marked again.

Have you walked around your parks and towns so knife-edged orderly?
While the fires are burned on the hills upturned in far-off wild country.
And felt the chill on your window-sill as the green man comes around.
With his walking cane of sweet hazel brings it crashing down.
Sends your knuckles white as the thin stick bites. Well, it’s just your groaning pains.
Come a Beltane. Come a Beltane.
Come a Beltane. Come a Beltane.
Come a Beltane. Come a Beltane.
Come a Beltane. Come a Beltane.

Jethro Tull

On my honor

ON MY HONOR

On my honor I will try,
There’s a duty to be done and I say "aye",
There’s a reason here for the reason up above,
My honor is to try and my duty is to love

1) People don’t need to know my name
If I do them any harm then I’m to blame.
If I help a Friend then I’ve helped me
To open up my eyes that I might see.

2) I’ve tucked away a song or two,
If you’re feeling low there’s one for you
If you need a friend, then I will come
And there’s plenty more where I come from.

3) Come with me where the fire burns bright,
You can see even better by firelight,
You can learn even more by the campfire’s glow,
Than you can ever learn in a year or so.

4) We’ve made a promise we’ll always keep,
We’ll pray "softly falls" before we sleep,
We’ll be Girl Scouts together, and when we’re gone,
We’ll still be trying and singing this song.

By Cindy Dasch

Some not so blank verse by me for Earth Day

I sing a song to the Earth

My home in space

Home to trees

And whales

Mountains of shales

Lands that shake

And lands that bake

Lands of snow where north winds blow

I sing of animals that swim

Of ones that creep and

Some that cringe

They see the harm that we do everyday

And know that they can not get away

So today and everyday

Ride your bicycle

And reuse, restore and recycle.

 

kat

Life

Life is for living
And love is for giving
And joy is for passing around

Join hands with each other
And love one another
And let’s let the music abound

Life is too short to waste it on gloom
Don’t let your love slip away so soon

Join hands with each other
And love one another
And let’s celebrate this good day.