"wans" poems
THE CAMINO CHRONICLES
( Sidhe – Spirit, Ard Ri - High King, Tir na nOg – Land of eternal youth )
JUST A MOMENT AGO
Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago
Father in Time embracing Mothers Melody to rhyme
Birthing Sidhe candles smile, lights of love, souls glory
Stars dancing with joys release, Sidhe awakening to loves destiny
Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago
I stood upon Erins western shore amidst constellations considerations
And dreamed I had sailed again across the eternal sea
To Tir na nOg there returned to be
Oisin the Wanderer no more, ever seeking my beloved Naimh’s shore
Queen of the Sidhe, her consort again, Ard Ri of Eternity
Ah my heart demands my Sidhe sings of Naimh’s wondrous beauty. .
Her Eyes Like Twin Candles Dancing
Lips Full Of Mysterys Promise
Her Hair Bound, Crowned With Lustered Glory
A Smile To Die For . .
She Moves . . Sidhe Moves . . Like Poetry . .
Aie, Her Voice, Her Voice, Like Honey and Cream
Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago
When love was a rose without thorns
Before tides of centuries tears
Swept us apart
Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago
The glorious moment of our days glory
Our age of grace
Father in Time embracing Mothers Melodys Grace. .
INTO THE DARK
What does a candle remember . . .?
What does its flame recall . . .?
Aiee Aiee . . . Akhenaten Flee We . . . Nefertiti Aieee Aieeeee
Flee . .Flee . . . Undone We . . . Betrayal. .Flee Flee
Akhenaten Akhenaten . . . Must Flee We . . . Wee Wans Take
Nefertiti Holds . . . Flee We Must . . . Fleet . . . Flee Fleet . . .
Harps heart has chambers that sigh with grief
Ashes of roses burned with weeds
Remains of our loves day
Harps heart by hearts harp no music moved to test
Hall of memories by no one chorus caress
No whispered echo no candles smile no Nefertiti
NOW MY CITADELS HALL I MUST NEEDS MY IRE
RETREAT TO WHERE NEEDS MUST ABJURE DESIRE
Once more to recite survivals bitter creed
By heartstone embers to gnaw betrayals cold deed
WILL TO BEAR SILENT DEEP EMPTY DAY
HARP HEART STILLED
by no Nefertiti played.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
Arise Great Britain, swell wi pride
this is no time tae split, divide,
a hero needs us on his side
a man apart
Brave Osbourne comes wi manly stride
and lion heart
When danger ca’s, he stauns and fights
He’ll haud the baddies bang tae rights
Nou in their een he sees the whites
and yells, “Attack!”
He’s got oor mojo in his sights –
He wants it back!
Let’s cheer his valour tae the roof
Condemn the wans wha’d cry him couff
And pray oor Geordie’s bulletproof
As on he flies
Then fit him wi a parachute
and wave guidbye.
This GM perfect Tory clone
need not rely on un-manned drone
He’ll tackle ISIS on his own
their fight dissolve
His pores squirt pure testosterone
his eyes, resolve
Just watch the baddies turn and flee
as George, wi patriotic glee
wreaks vengeance for democracy
a one-man dojo
And cries, “Come, Britain, flock to me,
and feel my mojo!”
Or mibbes we should check this twice.
Although the image may be nice
The blood we risk on his advice
may never stop -
But Geordie will not sacrifice
one ****** drop
These profiteering pinstripe ******
wha ken no life but politics
Are no the first tae play these tricks
while deals are made
Why no just wave a crucifix
and shout “Crusade!”
So hooses burn and horror grows
A stream o misery outflows
While braggard Geordie struts and crows,
"Ye want a fight?"
I’d dump him on Damascus road
tae see the light
Ye plot the death o innocents
Tae score yir points in parliament
Yir fascist mocking o dissent
it suits ye well
George Osbourne, ye're a proper gent
**** ye tae hell.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 5:54 AM UTC
*A howl of the wolf in this eerie night
Reminds me that I'm not alone in my wood cabin;
Yet I lay myself on the cold wooden floor
While salty liquids drop from my eye.
It roll down to my lips and I taste the bitterness.
I'm in my nightgown waiting for my heart to fix itself;
Yet it waits for you to come as the moon wans over again.*
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC
Ken a' these auld Scots words,
The wans that we've forgot,
Why are we no using them,
It's because we wernae taught,
At hame wi' mither an fathir,
Speaking all and proper,
First day at school,
Speech becomes a cropper,
All yir mates at school,
Coming oot wi' words like bowff,
Saying them in the hoose,
Yir fathir says watch yir mouth,
Rax me oor the poorie,
As ma grama said to me,
Asking her whit she meant,
Gies the milk jug fir ma tea,
Fab technology today,
Smert phones and iPad,
They missed oot wan thing,
The language o' my grandad,
Skype, that's a new word,
Sounds a bit like Scottish,
Was it tae clip you round the ear hole,
That word should be abolished,
If yir no Scottish,
Rabbie's words are a' daft,
All the words that came out o' him,
That was the man's craft,
Whit aboot these well kent lines,
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Sorry aboot that Rabbie,
Stealing that was totally misplaced,
Oot o' bed on wi' ma baffies,
Tae pit them on I need tae sit doon
Sittin' on the chair wi' ma bahookie,
Missed the chair fawing like a loon,
When yir oot daein the gowf,
And yir breeks are a' in a runkle,
Dinnae be a feart tae tac them aff,
If you've got them in a fankle,
Deekin oot the windae,
Stramash on the doon the road,
Some folk getting a doin',
Ithers getting a carry code,
Polis got there quick enough,
Must have a been a hunner,
Saw the big yin there,
He was the heid ******
The rammy wi the radges
Was just oot side the offie,
Jings crivvens help ma boab,
Some went ben the bothy,
We're all **** Tamson's bairns,
We a' just want tae learn,
We can do it wi' the Scots,
It's a language that we yearn.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
Let me tell you why i cound't love him,
when all he thought of me was idealized
like some fairy in a fairytale ready to
aid him on his quest on his story.
How he loved my dyed hair or how i never
seemed to settle on a color
but not because i was fickle and adventurous
but because color fades naturally.
Let me tell you how he treated me like some
discovery, a treasure for greedy pirates
and suddenly i wans't even a person,
i was his involuntary manic pixie dream girl;
a level in a game, a mage to give him answers
when i didn't even understood the questions.
How i was somehow supposed to teach him
life and love when its just me being me,
a girl attempting to live her life and every flaw
suddenly glitter covered and gold encrusted;
my anxiety reduced to a quirk and my depression
just so edgy.
Let me tell you that I couldn't love a boy,
-selfcentered and presumptious-
when all he saw in me was a character and not
a partner.
A boy who never even knew me but pretended.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC
The pieces of your heart are strewn on the floor
I try to step over them, but can’t avoid them anymore.
Your heart is cracked, swollen and sore
The blood flowing inside is stagnant and poor.
Your heart has been mauled and pounded down.
It has been hacked and sliced and is turning brown.
But it continues to beat even though it is ripped and torn
It continues to sustain you in a state that is weak and worn.
How can the blood of life surge in your veins?
When a rampant germ infected you causing you horrible pain?
I can see the droplets of blood that continue to fall
The blood of hope splatter all over the wall
Your heart must be very stable and strong
To endure a marathon of doubt for so long.
I can’t believe a person can continue to live as you do
Overlooking, forgiving and remaining true.
This heavy heart of yours beats on and on
Non-stop rhythm of hope that never wans.
Have faith and courage and don’t let go
For a hand is reaching toward you ever so slow.
Copyright *CindyRenouf @2010
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Cindy1128
Oct 2, 2010
Oct 2, 2010 at 1:41 PM UTC
THE CAMINO CHRONICLES
OISIN’S LAMENT
I CANNOT BEAR TO SAY FAREWELL
IF FAREWELL IS ALL THAT REMAINS TO BE SAID
THE FINAL SONG OF OUR LOVES DAY
1 CANNOT BEAR TO FOREVER HERE STAY
ALONE ADRIFT IN TIMES ETERNAL TIDE
ALONE, SO ALONE WITHOUT YOU BY MY SIDE
I CANNOT BEAR TO SAY FAREWELL
WHEN IN EVERY CANDLES FLAME I LIGHT
I SEE YOUR LAUGHING EYES YET SHINE BRIGHT
1 CANNOT BEAR TO FOREVER HERE STAY
WHEN IN EVERY TWINKLING STAR I SEE
YOUR MISCHEIFS SMILE SPARKLING AMID THE COSMIC SEA
I CANNOT BEAR TO SAY FAREWELL
FOR WITH EVERY SINGLE BREATH I TAKE
YOUR SCENT FILLS MY CHEST WITH FRESH HEARTACHE
I CANNOT BEAR TO SAY FAREWELL. .
I CANNOT BEAR . . .
SIDHE NO BAS
(SPIRIT NO DIE, WAR CRY OF THE CELTSIDHE)
SOUL ******
ALL DESIRE FLED
FROM HATE
I CUCHULAINN, MURDERER
THRICE CURSED HOUND
I SOAKED THE SOIL OF ERIN
WITH MY GREIF
I CUCHULAINN, ONCE SETENTA
PROUD WEARER OF LAURELS
FIANNA OF THE RED BRANCH
WARRIORS OF EIRIU IMMORTAL
I CUCHULAINN, ONCE GEATHA-I-MUIR
MAKER OF PEACE, HEALER OF ALL WOUNDS
COMPASSIONS SHEILD AND SWORD
AMERGHAIN-GLENNA-GLUN
I CUCHULAINN, THE THRICE ACCURSED
SON OF THE FATHER
WHO SACRIFICED HIS SON CAANAICELT
WHO SACRIFICED HIS DAUGHTER, AINE
I SLEW MY BROTHER, FERGUS-MAC-ALBA
I CUCHULAINN, THE BROTHER-KILLER
BROTHER OF THE SWORD, OF MY BLOOD
LITTLE PAIRSIDHE, TO MY HECTOR ONCE
I CUCHULAINN, THE LOST
MINION TO THE BEASTS LUST
WHO COULD NOT DIE
WHO SO WANTED TO DIE
I CUCHULAINN, OF THE ****** HAND NO MORE
FERGUS MY BROTHER FORGIVE ME
MY BEAUTIFULL BROTHER
I THANK YOU, SAORSIDHE
SAORSIDHE. . SAORSIDHE. .SAORSIDHE
(SAORSIDHE – LIT. FREE SPIRIT)
MEMORIES CANDLE
I GO
BE A MAN TODAY
THE ENEMY COME
FATHER
BROTHERS COUSINS ALL
CLANN, CHILDREN OF EIRIU
I GO
BE A SHEILD THIS NIGHT
FOR WANS WEE
FALLEN! SO MANY. .
HOLD! HOLD!
FOR LOVE OF EIRIU
HOLD! HOLD!
AIEEEE! WANS WEE
SIDHE NO BAS!
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
I was once told I was never lovable to stay in a woman's heart
I believed the lie that I was never meant to love
But not too long ayear my heart pounded for some dawnstar love
She pounded with hateful love
At first I found it wow and I envied how she showed that love
But with the birth of time she showed me why she was passionate about that love
She was seeking revenge agaisnt him whom she found cheating on her
I was just a mere revenge tool to her
I was just a *** pet to her
I was just a *** stick to her
And since I knew this, I called it quits
But in my mind I remembered I was told that I wans't meant to love
I've decided not to believe that lie
I've gone back to square one, to look for someone to love
And today I swear I'm meeting my love or haven't you found me lovable?
Cause she was not jus she!
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
*no... i can fall asleep listening to a horror movie soundtrack... some of the stuff i read on this website? i'm traumatised to the point that i have to take painkillers... horror movie soundtracks are the ******* dream-machines! some of the poems i read on this website? a bit like watching a nine year old getting gang-raped and then being decapitated in a war zone... i can't even reason to suggest a "reasonable" argument... some of these poems really spell out: t r a u m a.*
i read poems on this website... sure,
it allows me to hack google...
but you know...
i turn on a nightmare on elms street
soundtrack, and for some reason...
feel comforted...
i turn on any horror movie soundtrack
for some reason...
and it makes reading some of these "poems"
less scary...
i really need to listen to horror movie
soundtracks...
it just encapsulates these pieces of
writing...
to the brimming point of: so... eh...
where's the butcher's knife and the hockey mask?
it's
not
"there"
or
anywhere.
i have a shudder in admitting this, but:
some of the poems on this website are outside
the horror genre...
they're ultra horror...
otherwise... why would i find more peace in
a horror-movie soundtrack?
it's not mozart to be pompous about...
i'd probably have a lesser freak-out session
watching
a guillotine session of events...
i guess you really have to see words
to appreciate the true nature of horror...
you start to avoid the logos, and learn
the phonos... and then you see the words...
and then hear them...
and then suburbia yawns...
or at least opens its mouth and says:
come in...
and all you're really going to
say is: no thank you.
at first i thought this was a sane medium...
but then i realised it wans't... so i started
hacking google to deviated my attention
elsewhere.
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 10:49 PM UTC
What is reality, that I can yearn for a familiar situation.
To once again feel the security on one's touch, look and silence.
It is all but lost in the cycle of life which is to die.
Then die it must, but please for God's sake don't leave me alone.
It's about who is in your life, actually in it.
Not people to whom know your story or even your feelings.
It goes far beyond all that, causing me to be so angry.
I know behind every single anger there's a fear or indignation.
What a fool I've become to myself for holding out.
It is myself, I fight daily, to regain my inner posture.
I know what I am capable of so much.
Then it becomes my wise decision to do the right thing.
To fall endlessly away from an event I'd rather never see.
My spiritual life sores while the rest of me wans.
Finally I see that this could all be a very long wait.
And....
I await the coming of my next season and reason to live on.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 7:24 PM UTC