Nathair/|\ Posted April 21, 2011 Share Posted April 21, 2011 I just posted two new poems on my livejournal. They could use some help, but I don't think they are any worse than Vogon poetry. Here is the first:Arise. Throughout this tearful worldIn far too many lands;Opressing Gaia's youngest childrenRegimes of polution stand.Tyranny and slaveryBreak too many souls.Mourn and weep and howl.All ye whose hearts are sureAle ye both brave and trueAll ye who cannot allow These bonds most foul remain:Now draw thy swords, prepare thy spells,Petition all thy godsBy Lugh, it's time to stand and fightAnd end the tyrant's reign! Link to comment
Nathair/|\ Posted April 21, 2011 Author Share Posted April 21, 2011 (edited) And here is the second:Beir Saoirse I invoke the name of Oghma wise:Sire of eloquence,De Dannan sage.May my words be persuasive, beautiful and true.I invoke the triple nameBanba, Fodhla, EiruThe matron of our soverignty, the spirit of the landI invoke the name Manannan,The sea-lord, just and kind;Bearing Eire's chidlrenTo spread across the world.I invoke the name of Lugh LamhfadaSamildanach, the shining one.Slayer of tyrants, defender of the trueThe Spear of the Sun is his to bearBy these gods my song invokesBy root, by branch, by leafBy standing stone and dolmen archBy earth and sea and skyI call all Gael warriors,Whereever they may bideBeidh Saoirse in Ulaidh anois! Edited April 21, 2011 by Nathair Link to comment
Bill “Papa” Lee Posted April 21, 2011 Share Posted April 21, 2011 I just posted two new poems on my livejournal. They could use some help, but I don't think they are any worse than Vogon poetry. Here is the first:I like it, could you tell me if it is addressed to all tyrants, or do you have one in mind? Link to comment
Nathair/|\ Posted April 21, 2011 Author Share Posted April 21, 2011 I like it, could you tell me if it is addressed to all tyrants, or do you have one in mind?The first one is to all tyrants in general. The second is about the English who still rule over six counties in Ulster under the name Northern Ireland. Link to comment
Nathair/|\ Posted April 26, 2011 Author Share Posted April 26, 2011 My heart has left me I am abandoned For what great sin? I do not know. The light I see by; By which I'm seen Has hid her faceAway from me. My sword, my shield, The chariot I ride; They all are gone now Far from my side.The earth I root in; The rain I drink; All gone away now: I have no strength.Why can't she tell me What I did wrong? What crime so horrid I may not hope? Link to comment
volgadon Posted April 27, 2011 Share Posted April 27, 2011 Nathair, do you know this one by McCall? Follow Me Up to CarlowLift MacCahir Og your face brooding o'er the old disgraceThat black FitzWilliam stormed your place, drove you to the FernGrey said victory was sure soon the firebrand he'd secure;Until he met at Glenmalure with Feach MacHugh O'Byrne.Ch.: Curse and swear Lord Kildare Feagh will do what Feach will dare Now FitzWilliam, have a care Fallen is your star, low Up with halberd out with sword On we'll go, for by the Lord Feach MacHugh has given the word, Follow me up to Carlow.See the swords of Glen Imayle, flashing o'er the English PaleSee all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's bannersRooster of the fighting stock, would you let a Saxon ****Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners.From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon goreOch, great is Rory Oge O'More, sending the loons to Hades.White is sic and Lane is fled, now for black FitzWilliam's headWe'll send it over, dripping red, to Queen Liza and the ladies. Link to comment
mercyngrace Posted April 27, 2011 Share Posted April 27, 2011 Rife with poets this message board islike water o'erflowing a bucket.The talent skipped mefor my poems, you see,all begin with a man from Nantucket. 1 Link to comment
Nathair/|\ Posted April 28, 2011 Author Share Posted April 28, 2011 Nathair, do you know this one by McCall? Follow Me Up to CarlowLift MacCahir Og your face brooding o'er the old disgraceThat black FitzWilliam stormed your place, drove you to the FernGrey said victory was sure soon the firebrand he'd secure;Until he met at Glenmalure with Feach MacHugh O'Byrne.Ch.: Curse and swear Lord Kildare Feagh will do what Feach will dare Now FitzWilliam, have a care Fallen is your star, low Up with halberd out with sword On we'll go, for by the Lord Feach MacHugh has given the word, Follow me up to Carlow.See the swords of Glen Imayle, flashing o'er the English PaleSee all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's bannersRooster of the fighting stock, would you let a Saxon ****Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners.From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon goreOch, great is Rory Oge O'More, sending the loons to Hades.White is sic and Lane is fled, now for black FitzWilliam's headWe'll send it over, dripping red, to Queen Liza and the ladies.No, that's new to me. I really like it. Thank you. Link to comment
Nathair/|\ Posted April 28, 2011 Author Share Posted April 28, 2011 Rife with poets this message board islike water o'erflowing a bucket.The talent skipped mefor my poems, you see,all begin with a man from Nantucket.That's awesome. I needed a laugh today, the situation that inspired my most recent poem above got a whole lot worse this morning. You have a gift for knowing when people need soothing. Thank you. Link to comment
Garden Girl Posted April 28, 2011 Share Posted April 28, 2011 (edited) Nathair... On the lighter side... let me share... Most on the board know of my love for the sea, walking along the shore feeling the power, seeing the beauty, dancing in the waves as they rush ashore... so here is a favorite poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, from 1908.A LOVER'S QUARREL...We two were lovers, the Sea and I;We plighted our troth 'neath a summer sky.And all through the riotous, ardent weatherWe dreamed, and loved, and rejoiced together.At times my lover would rage and storm.I said, No matter, his heart is warm.Whatever his humor, I loved his ways,And so we lived through the golden days.I know not the manner it came about,But in the autumn we two fell out.Yet this I know--'twas the fault of the Sea,And was not my fault, that he changed to me.I lingered as long as a woman mayTo find what her lover will do or say.But he met my smiles with a sullen frown,And so I turned to the wooing Town.Oh, bold was this suitor, and blithe as bold!His look was as bright as the Sea's was cold.As the Sea was sullen, the Town was gay;He made me forget for a winter day.For a winter day and a winter nightHe laughed my sorrow away from sight.And yet, in spite of his mirth and cheer,I knew full well he was insincere.And when the young buds burst on the tree,The old love woke in my heart for the Sea.Pride was forgotten--I knew, I knew,That the soul of the Sea, like my own, was true.I heard him calling, and lo, I came,To find him waiting, for ever the same.And when he saw me, with murmurs sweetHe ran to meet me, and fell at my feet.And so 'neath a summer skyWe have plighted our troth, the Sea and I.from the beach... GG Edited April 28, 2011 by Garden Girl Link to comment
Bill “Papa” Lee Posted April 28, 2011 Share Posted April 28, 2011 The first one is to all tyrants in general. The second is about the English who still rule over six counties in Ulster under the name Northern Ireland.Oh political…not my area as far as poetry. Link to comment
Anijen Posted April 28, 2011 Share Posted April 28, 2011 And here is the second:My daughters new favorite actor is a young lady named Saoirse, I believe she is from Ireland. I have seen two movies in which she had the lead role Hanna and the Lovely Bones. I thought of this when I read your second poem (all very good BTW). Link to comment
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