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I play clarinet, violin and aspire to learn piano one day. I enjoy reading a variety of books, drawing people and scenery, plus writing strange …
23/F/New York City
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
Poems
Jill Stinehart May 2013
The BBC
Jill Stinehart
May 2013
There once was a TV network
That made me want to exult
But now I am sad and despondent
And it’s mostly Steven Moffat’s fault
I enthusiastically started Doctor Who
Who’s chronology is twisted and bizarre
It seemed like such fun to travel through time and space with a man
Who used a blue box as his car
But soon the companions’ aspirations
To travel to planets and stars
Were crushed by the Void, lost love, and gargoyles
And the Doctor is lonely and scarred.
Not yet wise, I began watching Sherlock
His deduction left me amazed and bamboozled
He and John drank some tea, and solved crimes with glee
Although each case took quite some perusal.
They lived happily with their cool flat decorum
Mrs. Hudson made biscuits below
Then along came the menacing, mean Moriarty
There was nothing that he didn’t know.
Because of the fallacy that Sherlock’s a fake
He’s dead and John’s in the doldrums
The only thing done to commemorate him
Are John’s “I do believe in Sherlock Holmes”
Hoping for a show that was boisterous and happy
Instead of the peaceful, yet sad
I turned to the medieval Merlin
who was quite a cheery lad
He worked for the king’s son, Arthur
who eclectically chose his knights
There were sirs Lancelot, Gwaine, and Leon
The bravest people in sight.
Merlin used his job as camouflage,
His secret he did not divulge
for if they all knew he was a powerful wizard
In his execution King Uther would indulge.
Since Merlin’s destiny was to keep the prince safe
He faced many scary things
He would cower in fear, but when Arthur was near
He felt brave enough to sing
Merlin’s feelings for Arthur were obvious
But does Arthur feel the same way?
When Arthur deigns to exchange dialogue with him
It instantly brightens his day.
But Lancelot died doing Merlin’s job
And Arthur is in love with Gwen
Morgana, a wizard who was once Merlin’s friend
Is evil and wants Camelot dead.
So the Doctor is lonely and growing old
Sherlock left John all alone
And Merlin feels guilty and outcast
They’ve lost all the good they’ve ever known.
And I am left crying and angry.
How could the writers do this to me?
But still, they’re the best shows I’ve ever watched
And I’ll always love the BBC.
That made me want to exult
But now I am sad and despondent
And it’s mostly Steven Moffat’s fault
I enthusiastically started Doctor Who
Who’s chronology is twisted and bizarre
It seemed like such fun to travel through time and space with a man
Who used a blue box as his car
But soon the companions’ aspirations
To travel to planets and stars
Were crushed by the Void, lost love, and gargoyles
And the Doctor is lonely and scarred.
Not yet wise, I began watching Sherlock
His deduction left me amazed and bamboozled
He and John drank some tea, and solved crimes with glee
Although each case took quite some perusal.
They lived happily with their cool flat decorum
Mrs. Hudson made biscuits below
Then along came the menacing, mean Moriarty
There was nothing that he didn’t know.
Because of the fallacy that Sherlock’s a fake
He’s dead and John’s in the doldrums
The only thing done to commemorate him
Are John’s “I do believe in Sherlock Holmes”
Hoping for a show that was boisterous and happy
Instead of the peaceful, yet sad
I turned to the medieval Merlin
who was quite a cheery lad
He worked for the king’s son, Arthur
who eclectically chose his knights
There were sirs Lancelot, Gwaine, and Leon
The bravest people in sight.
Merlin used his job as camouflage,
His secret he did not divulge
for if they all knew he was a powerful wizard
In his execution King Uther would indulge.
Since Merlin’s destiny was to keep the prince safe
He faced many scary things
He would cower in fear, but when Arthur was near
He felt brave enough to sing
Merlin’s feelings for Arthur were obvious
But does Arthur feel the same way?
When Arthur deigns to exchange dialogue with him
It instantly brightens his day.
But Lancelot died doing Merlin’s job
And Arthur is in love with Gwen
Morgana, a wizard who was once Merlin’s friend
Is evil and wants Camelot dead.
So the Doctor is lonely and growing old
Sherlock left John all alone
And Merlin feels guilty and outcast
They’ve lost all the good they’ve ever known.
And I am left crying and angry.
How could the writers do this to me?
But still, they’re the best shows I’ve ever watched
And I’ll always love the BBC.
I wrote this for school lol
I like British TV shows okay
I like British TV shows okay
Alisdaire OCaoimph
Mar 2011
"O' Circle O' ancient standing stones
that excites the senses, chills the bones
O' but to know the secrets contained in thee
If but one secret, you'd give to me."
____
When times were ancient, old and worn
and priests,those Druids in secrets sworn
To cast like Merlin amongst the breeze
the secrets of Oak and Rowan trees.
The wise ones in circles of primal flame
would cast and call upon the sacred name
The elements would shake at this request
knowing to well the Grails Holy guest.
The Heavens would darken, the thunder's roar
As lightning would strike into Earths central core
The Sea's would rumble ,roar and over flow
and all the Earth would shake wishing to know.
The Sigil, the Talisman,what form it took
What mighty symbol could life's foundations have shook
"No mortal man this, with powers so grand
Is Merlin but a Mortal,or a God upon the land?"
For in Sacred groves under Beltane's flame
come the cries of the Lords born without name
and above the horizon, twined with the Moon
arises the Heavenly Mother to her full bloom.
Dance young Maidens,lease forth your cry
come in songs O' joy, let your emotions fly
Young Celtic warrior brave ,portray you your glory
and give Honor to Honor, Holy to Holy.
Look at Merlin, how he walks with the fire
Filled with the passions of Life's true desire
Watch him grow ,take wing and fly
upon the breath of the Dragon ,in the sky.
So set sail ye the soul, that ancient form
and cast forth thy will into the depths of the storm
Follow ye, the wind from the Sacred East
and there meet the mighty man and priest.
Release your bonds, set free your heart
gaze within the depths of one's inner part
Then take hold the maiden, Mother and old Hag
Love them equally and do not sag.
Give freely of thy spirit,receive nothing in return
then come Earth's Child to the Stones to learn
The secrets of secrets,within each of us one
that by which all is cast and eventually is done.
Then be you like Merlin and others before
that have entered our gardens,Returned form behind it's door
So fear ye none save yourself, that is the truth
something one can never learn, while their mind plays in youth.
But gather you together the strength of the will
Once that be done, Son, then you shall we fill
And the days shall sing of praises, the rain shall fall like wine
Invigorating the Earth,making all once again mine.
Such shall it be, the day a Merlin shall arise
to relieve the pain and suffering of Man's stifled cries
For we are the Ancient of Ancients,Born but with one name
We are the keepers of the Soul's of Arianrod and Heaven's great flame.
To whom ever dares, wishes or enters here
Let him meet first his deepest darkest fear
And should he surpass all tests and walk on through
Then behold the cauldron of rebirth awaits you.
For the Rod of Merlin shall await the one
and the Crown of Dana,bold as the sun
Then shall we come with hearts full and rich
To teach our secrets, their tone, Their pitch.
Alas, fulfilling the destiny we made e'er so long ago
the returning age of Arthur, for all to Know.
Alisdaire O'Caoimph
that excites the senses, chills the bones
O' but to know the secrets contained in thee
If but one secret, you'd give to me."
____
When times were ancient, old and worn
and priests,those Druids in secrets sworn
To cast like Merlin amongst the breeze
the secrets of Oak and Rowan trees.
The wise ones in circles of primal flame
would cast and call upon the sacred name
The elements would shake at this request
knowing to well the Grails Holy guest.
The Heavens would darken, the thunder's roar
As lightning would strike into Earths central core
The Sea's would rumble ,roar and over flow
and all the Earth would shake wishing to know.
The Sigil, the Talisman,what form it took
What mighty symbol could life's foundations have shook
"No mortal man this, with powers so grand
Is Merlin but a Mortal,or a God upon the land?"
For in Sacred groves under Beltane's flame
come the cries of the Lords born without name
and above the horizon, twined with the Moon
arises the Heavenly Mother to her full bloom.
Dance young Maidens,lease forth your cry
come in songs O' joy, let your emotions fly
Young Celtic warrior brave ,portray you your glory
and give Honor to Honor, Holy to Holy.
Look at Merlin, how he walks with the fire
Filled with the passions of Life's true desire
Watch him grow ,take wing and fly
upon the breath of the Dragon ,in the sky.
So set sail ye the soul, that ancient form
and cast forth thy will into the depths of the storm
Follow ye, the wind from the Sacred East
and there meet the mighty man and priest.
Release your bonds, set free your heart
gaze within the depths of one's inner part
Then take hold the maiden, Mother and old Hag
Love them equally and do not sag.
Give freely of thy spirit,receive nothing in return
then come Earth's Child to the Stones to learn
The secrets of secrets,within each of us one
that by which all is cast and eventually is done.
Then be you like Merlin and others before
that have entered our gardens,Returned form behind it's door
So fear ye none save yourself, that is the truth
something one can never learn, while their mind plays in youth.
But gather you together the strength of the will
Once that be done, Son, then you shall we fill
And the days shall sing of praises, the rain shall fall like wine
Invigorating the Earth,making all once again mine.
Such shall it be, the day a Merlin shall arise
to relieve the pain and suffering of Man's stifled cries
For we are the Ancient of Ancients,Born but with one name
We are the keepers of the Soul's of Arianrod and Heaven's great flame.
To whom ever dares, wishes or enters here
Let him meet first his deepest darkest fear
And should he surpass all tests and walk on through
Then behold the cauldron of rebirth awaits you.
For the Rod of Merlin shall await the one
and the Crown of Dana,bold as the sun
Then shall we come with hearts full and rich
To teach our secrets, their tone, Their pitch.
Alas, fulfilling the destiny we made e'er so long ago
the returning age of Arthur, for all to Know.
Alisdaire O'Caoimph