#lugh - Hello Poetry

Leaves rustle in the wind falling off one by one as autumn turns to winter. It's winter now by old counts and ours now too, but winter feels like autumn still, and even spring before it. Why do the airs warm our world, and how long will it last? Will I still see leaves rustle in the wind as I lay dying?

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Dec 4, 2017

Dec 4, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC

aondeug

It's getting warmer

Leaves rustle in the wind falling off one by one as autumn turns to winter. It's winter now by old counts and ours now too, but winter feels like autumn still, and even spring before it. Why do the airs warm our world, and how long will it last? Will I still see leaves rustle in the wind as I lay dying?

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To my father, I am so uncertain, Was so much more. Stumbling awkwardly and always asking How could it be me? Why would it be me? And even now I am still so uncertain. But it could be me, And here is why. My passion burns strong and fierce, A love of learning And striving for glory, If only of a private sort. To stack skills so high, In multitudes and never lacking. Not a jack of all trades, But a master of many. My craving for a father, A man to watch over me. Goading me, guiding me, And sending small messages, Loving encouragements and even just hellos. Someone who is always there, Even when he is not As you so often aren’t. My need for justice and love of family. Holding close those who are dear, Protecting them and treasuring them. I gather together resources Sharing them with them And they me with theirs. And always I watch For they are my people, my tribe. For these things you came, An itching in the mind That turned the pages of so many books, That lit up the skies and rained down on me. That swallowed me up in endless warmth. You who are a father to me always Were always, even when I did not know And for that I’m worthy For who would argue with you? I am so uncertain But now so certain.

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Nov 17, 2017

Nov 17, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC

aondeug

To my father

To my father, I am so uncertain, Was so much more. Stumbling awkwardly and always asking How could it be me? Why would it be me? And even now I am still so uncertain. But it could be me, And here is why. My passion burns strong and fierce, A love of learning And striving for glory, If only of a private sort. To stack skills so high, In multitudes and never lacking. Not a jack of all trades, But a master of many. My craving for a father, A man to watch over me. Goading me, guiding me, And sending small messages, Loving encouragements and even just hellos. Someone who is always there, Even when he is not As you so often aren’t. My need for justice and love of family. Holding close those who are dear, Protecting them and treasuring them. I gather together resources Sharing them with them And they me with theirs. And always I watch For they are my people, my tribe. For these things you came, An itching in the mind That turned the pages of so many books, That lit up the skies and rained down on me. That swallowed me up in endless warmth. You who are a father to me always Were always, even when I did not know And for that I’m worthy For who would argue with you? I am so uncertain But now so certain.

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Beautiful, bright lord Forever young Wise and many skilled Father of the thrice-conceived Hail to you, and honor too. To the champion of champions, To Lugh Samildánach.

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Nov 15, 2017

Nov 15, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC

aondeug

Macnia

Beautiful, bright lord Forever young Wise and many skilled Father of the thrice-conceived Hail to you, and honor too. To the champion of champions, To Lugh Samildánach.

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My father, my father, my true father. My father though not of flesh and blood, Who guides me gently Or sternly as needs be, And who encourages me kindly And so proudly. How I love you, my father.

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Nov 15, 2017

Nov 15, 2017 at 12:06 PM UTC

aondeug

A real father

My father, my father, my true father. My father though not of flesh and blood, Who guides me gently Or sternly as needs be, And who encourages me kindly And so proudly. How I love you, my father.

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These scraps are yours, Little words running through my head, Pretty pickings and pairings, Offering your praise. Take them, o Lord

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Nov 15, 2017

Nov 15, 2017 at 12:05 PM UTC

aondeug

Scraps

These scraps are yours, Little words running through my head, Pretty pickings and pairings, Offering your praise. Take them, o Lord

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Manannán I feel you and I wonder, did you teach your boy to ride the waves? Did you show him to cut foam with elegant prow, strong and firm? Manannán I see you and I feel there you are, old uncle with cap and pipe, and there is your boy cutting the spray on a board, just board alone.

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Nov 13, 2017

Nov 13, 2017 at 11:38 AM UTC

aondeug

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Manannán I feel you and I wonder, did you teach your boy to ride the waves? Did you show him to cut foam with elegant prow, strong and firm? Manannán I see you and I feel there you are, old uncle with cap and pipe, and there is your boy cutting the spray on a board, just board alone.

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King over men Lugh Lamhfháda, my lord, fill me with flame, great passion. Give over Imbas. Smelt me down, liquid ore, Make me a blade, my lord.

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Nov 13, 2017

Nov 13, 2017 at 2:01 AM UTC

aondeug

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King over men Lugh Lamhfháda, my lord, fill me with flame, great passion. Give over Imbas. Smelt me down, liquid ore, Make me a blade, my lord.

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And the Void comes, A yawning mass That sings sickly lies -- or are they truths? -- Of the coming nothing Which will pull you down And never let go. But the Light comes, A resplendent sign Of the Lord of All, Skills and men, Who sings of life, Everlasting and resplendent, And will never let go.

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Nov 13, 2017

Nov 13, 2017 at 1:57 AM UTC

aondeug

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And the Void comes, A yawning mass That sings sickly lies -- or are they truths? -- Of the coming nothing Which will pull you down And never let go. But the Light comes, A resplendent sign Of the Lord of All, Skills and men, Who sings of life, Everlasting and resplendent, And will never let go.

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