A lesson for the Princess!

Once there was a princess who lived in a far off land she was unbelievably beautiful and many a nobleman had visited to try and earn her hand.

Unfortunately our princess of face and figure fair had not been impressed by any of the young men who had presented themselves to her.

Being a canny female the princess had a cat. He sleek and beautiful, clever and cunning and to be honest a little fat!

The princess being something of a rebel would not listen to advice from her counsellors wise. She would ask her cat who always astounded her with the wisdom of his replies!!

One bright and Sunny morning after our princess had been dressed and  had her breakfast and her little walk was  now  ready for her rest. Settled on a settee ready for forty winks her maid come in with her coffee pot in case she desired a drink.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside in the courtyard. The most stunning  prince had arrived with flaxen hair and handsome face, he name was prince Willard. The maid burst in all excited and full the young man she thought that he was gorgeous and the princess should bag him if she can!

The princess tiptoed over to the window to catch a tiny peek. The sight of the beautiful price left her head giddy and her legs weak. Looking down she asked of her beloved cat” an unannounced visit, pusscat what do you make of that”.

The cat took his time to answer he washed his face and scratched his ear then looking at his beautiful princess announced he is not for you my dear! The princess was not pleased in fact she was annoyed but the prince look up and smiled at her and she was overjoyed.

Now Pusscat he was wise and he knew when to leave so he silently slipped out the door as his princess made ready  the prince to receive.

Our princess made her self ready the charming prince to receive. She touched up her make up and her hair with flowers she did wreath! So sitting in her prettiest pose the sun lighting her hair she watch as the prince was ushered in and set before her square.

Waving his silken hanky a gracious bow he made displaying a shapely leg and then to her surprise he asked “dearest princess where is your brother Greg”  Sitting with her mouth a gape,  not a pretty sight and between you and me prince Willard took a fright. Finally she regain her poise and sent out for her brother.Shocked and upset that the prince was obviously not a potential lover.

Prince Gregory arrived dressed in gold and blue then he and prince Willard dance and pranced around delivering their “Hellooos” Off they went together hanging on each others arms, Willard quiet oblivious  to the miffed princess’s  charms.

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Later in the moonlight our princess and her cat sat together quietly engrossed in a ‘birds and bees’ chat. “Well now” said the princess looking wide eyed at her cat…”surely you are joking do they really do that?? “

Painful

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It has been hiding in the shadows shrinking from the sun  but it had no trouble finding me today it’s had its fill of fun.

Sleep  has never been my friend it has eluded me for so long but to bring it’s nasty little friend, pain with it, to me, somehow seems very wrong.

The pills that they give me to fight the pain are not quite up to the job, pain seems to out run them even enjoys itself as it listens to me sob.

I cannot do without them. On them I am hooked there is nothing stronger so my goose is firmly  cooked. So pain is  hiding,  just out of reach of the painkillers so it is me that has to screech!

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Do what I have to do, shutting out my pain I smile and act normal do what I have to do. No one wants to hear me moan, don’t say you do   because I know that is not true .

What is she to you?

Yes those eyes have seen it all , deserted babies, raped women, executed men . Every word ever written on the brick wall. See her colours green and blue , her red lips will spill words of truth  in every hue.

What do you see within those eyes morning stars and midnight skies. See her skin the colour of scorched  earth,  burned by warfare and men’s lack of worth.

Are those bruises around her eyes or just blackened skin from tears she has cried. Is she reaching out to you she begs an answer and it must be true.

Who is she  this haunting host , she is Mother Earth , she supports us the most. Providing us with all we need we cut her open and leave her to bleed.

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Accident !

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Warm day garden bathed in sun and all is well. Sitting with a friend having a cuppa when all of a sudden off the ladder he fell,  ending  on his upper!

Just a second, a flash of light in the blink of an eye all that was normal and right  blown away as through the air we see him fly. Everything went quiet as we watch him in slow motion. I was out there in a flash to help, quiet calm outwards no commotion.

Inside my heart beat double and stomach was turning  somersaults out side I calmly made he him rest and checked his limbs..outwards  very adult. Finally I got him up and into the sofa had to almost tie him down as he is not a loafer.

Painful bruises and nasty gashes and some unmentionable words, ice packs and painkillers  sitting with his legs up….something that is almost unheard of! Thank goodness it was not worse he could of broke his leg, the ladder came off the worse, broken thrown out, dead!

Journal For Poetry Challenge#27/05/2012

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Below is a poem written by Yeats and dedicated to one of his friends. It is a beautiful poem with the first line rhyming with the third line and the second line rhyming with the fourth and so on. It is written to reach the reader on two levels, the first, the obvious, an Irish Airman fighting a war he has no part in. Defending people he not akin to against a foe who he has no argument with. He knows that he is about to die.

The second level is that he an Irish man living through the   ” Troubles ” is fighting for his foe, England, against their foe the Germans. He has no real attachment to either. It is a heart rending poem on both levels. If you read up on the conflict that raged on and off between England and Northern Ireland from 1609 to 1966. A long and bloody part of Anglo Irish history. ” Troubles

The senselessness of fighting a foe you do not know for a cause that means nothing to you. Worse to help a nation you are at civil war with. A nation who to your mind is keeping you down and taking away your national rights. It shows the Irony of war.

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AN IRISH AIRMAN FORESEES HIS DEATH

 


I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My county is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
By:   William Butler Yeats

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The poem spoken by Shane MacGowen an Irish singer /songwriter of the The Pogues.

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William Butler Yeats 13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939) was an Irish poet and playwright, and one of the foremost figures of 20th century literature. A pillar of both the Irish and British literary society.Yeats had a life-long interest in mysticism, spiritualism, occultism and astrology. He read extensively on the subjects throughout his life, became a member of the paranormal research organisation.

He  was born and educated in Dublin but spent his childhood in County Sligo. He studied poetry in his youth and from an early age was fascinated by both Irish legends and the occult.

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Yeats proposed to 25-year-old Georgie Hyde-Lees (1892–1968), whom he had met through Olivia Shakespear. Despite warning from her friends—”George … you can’t. He must be dead”( he was 51yrs she  accepted,)  and the two were married on 20 October. Their marriage was a success, in spite of the age difference, and in spite of Yeats’ feelings of remorse and regret during their honeymoon. The couple went on to have two children, Anne and Michael. Although in later years he had romantic relationships with other women and possibly affairs, George herself wrote to her husband “When you are dead, people will talk about your love affairs, but I shall say nothing, for I will remember how proud you were.”

Yeats may of had affairs after his marriage but had only had two before firstly with Maud Gonne and secondly with Olivia Shakespear.

More information on W.B Yeats can be found at  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/W._B._Yeats

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Poetry Challenge #7 is to create a journal of links and your reactions to poems by established (living or dead poets.) Details are here.  Example response is here. Mr. Linky for Challenge #7 is directly below:

Blood on their Hands

No need to ask from where they come , those bloody men with their shells and guns. No need to ask from where they come, dropping their shells and firing their guns.

Governments are suppose to protect their people not kill them. You have blood on your hands, you have blood on your hands you bloody men with your bloody shells. 90 bodies left lying there including 32 children now is that fair.

In the came the men with hats of blue, their hands are tied what can they do. Yes they have plenty to say  but will they stop this fighting for which the children pay.

Empty playgrounds empty schools is often the legacy of the tyrant’s rule. Why why do the people die while the governments cheat and lie.

No need to ask from where they come , those bloody men with their shells and guns. No need to ask from where they come, dropping their shells and firing their guns.

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Leap of faith

The sky is grey the day has flown away taking with it my last hope of keeping warm. Can I fly, could the winds pick me up and carry me. Can I fly maybe I could try if it fails I fall and die.

The birds circle  and call “come and see” they promise they will carry me. Shall I trust them shall I take a leap of fate . Will they they catch me  or will they let me fall and it will be too late.

What is the point of staying here, I do not know my path any more. I am so lost  all is no longer clear.

So here I go flying high throwing all my caution to the sky. Shall I wheel and sore or will I end up smashed apart on the starlit shore. Life is violent life is short life is so much worse than  I had thought.

Lilies in Blue

Lilies lit in blue

Angels guarding from up above       tender light fragile lilies blue  dustmotes dancing in light shafts.

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Peace and tranquillity hushed tones. Wooden pews and foot warn stones. Gentle blue light shards and fractals woven tight into an overview.

Sitting still I see down the years peasants, knights, triumphant joys and dreadful fears. Through the centuries as many a war wages men have come here to pray and take up your book and read the pages.

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Lilies of the month of May in Holy Mother Mary’s parade. Gentle Mary dressed in blue decked out in every flower from the forest’s glade, all our hopes are pinned to you.

Holy Mary mother of God your gentle smile leads the way we wee girls follow spreading Lilies and singing sweet Aves .

So many memories down through the years my fathers stories to soothes away my tears. In loving memory of his tender care these simple Lilies remind me of him when he was here.Beautiful Lilies of the Valley grow best when free respect all flowers my father said to me. But remember now what ever you do the simple Lilies are the favourite of the beloved Mary dressed in blue.

Now if I see a May parade of the catholic type I see Mary born aloft and as she passes by I see through all the hype. The little children leave the road with flowers strewn. I pick some up and there is my father next to me on a sunny afternoon.

God Bless you Dad

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Of Dogs and Ducks!!

The sun was out up in the sky so blue the seen was set. It was calm and warm too. We took the dogs for a walk a gentle stroll with time to talk.

Running jumping scampering free through the grass and under the trees. Over the log through the mud jump through a hedge landing with a thud!

Laughing and at ease we went down to the river’s edge through the trees. The dogs happy to sniff and mooch around as we two humans happy with the little oasis we had found.

The dogs happily eating grass us girls chatting then a lovely treat went sailing past. We could not believe our luck as we watched seven chicks and their mum a Mandarin Duck. Such a seen of peace is rare we stood and watched a happy pair.

Suddenly a man with two dogs wonders by up jumps Monty with a bark and glint in his eye. The man is smiling he knows it is all a lark he knows that Monty is all bark.

Cheerful words we all exchange so nice to feel that you can talk to other people while out on your walk. Without a dog it is not the same  if you dare to speak people wander what is your game.

Time to leave to leave time to go I need to tell my friend I have enjoyed this afternoon so.  This is what life is about , a smile a touch. Away from worries away home nice to feel the weight of troubles have flown.

Beauty and the Beast

Beauty and the beast the press would have a feast if they caught a wiff  if they knew the truth !

She had met him at a party which was fancy dress she was wearing a 17th century ball gown  and he was certainly dressed to impress.She nearly passed him in the gloom but he leaped up and whisked her from the room.

At first she unsure and frightened of this man but he with flowery words and actions gallant soon began to her assure!

Lavishly he courted her, he wined and dined her. Loving, was he with her and she began to warm to him forget her troubles, he did not remind her.

So caring and aware of her needs was he that she did not notice the tiny rules he asked of her, slowly stopping her from being free.

When she asked if they could have friends to visit he seemed hurt that his company was not enough, insulted that she needed distractions extra to his love.

She wanted to go shopping, he brought the shops to her. She told him she wanted to walk in the sun and breathe in some fresh air. Again he got indignant why go without him she saw an angry flash in his eyes ….. she told  herself of  mind it was a figment .

Weeks turned into months and she found that if she mentioned no friends or family all was fine. He was loving and caring, protective of her at all times toasting their love each evening as they dined.

Since that night when he had scared her with an angry flash a show of violence held back . She knew, she really knew if that anger was unleashed her world with him would disappear in a flash.

Every third Thursday of the month he disappeared until the Saturday morning. She never knew exactly when he’d leave and his return was quiet giving her no warning.

There is no harm, no one would suffer she could escape a while and enjoy company of her friend and even go out for supper. She waited until she knew that he had gone  lest he returned unexpectedly.

The sun was so bright and she looked so pale as she passed people they turned to stare, she left a trail. Smiling she realized she was still dressed in a 17th century garb. She went straight to her flat and changed  put on some make up so she looked less macabre.

She met her friends they were delighted to see her but when she told them of her life their eyes all showed fear! Why will he not let you invite us round why did he take your phone why does he not let you out so you can visit home? She had no answer to their questions he loves me so was all she could reply.

Friday night she came home carefully hiding her clothes outside his gates. Now next time she left she would change after she had left his estate. That evening after dinner she asked him where he’d been he grew angry and displayed anger the like she’d never seen.

The next morning as she woke her room was full of flowers, her whole body hurt she was scratched and bruise and he thought he could fix it all with flowers? Gently he entered her room and helped  her out of bed he wept in her lap as she stroked his head. He begged her to forgive him this would never happen again she smile at him ….. they made love and she pretended as she winced with the pain.

It took weeks for her to recover and he showed much remorse  but still he insisted they were to live a solitary life. Sadly as her body healed her soul and mind began to wither she had no friends no family to share the ups and downs with her. One afternoon sitting in the garden she asked if she go and visit home he turned and snarled at her PARDON!

After that all was just a blur the table and the chairs where upturned and anything to hand and his fists started pounding into her.He left her there weeping his servants carried her to her room and gently tended her wounds and stemmed the bleeding. She could not believe how he had turned , turned for nothing at all. She felt a light go out in her mind and all her spirits fall.

Laying in her room for days she decided she had to leave. She knew it would be the end of him but for that she could not grieve. She told herself, you can’t live with a tyrant  who reasons with his fists and boot soles and the words he used had ripped her apart and left her  in holes!

It took time for her to recover and to devise a plan the gardener said he’d help her he was a genuine man.She waited till he took his usual trip on a Thursday night she took what she needed. Out of the house that night she fled to full fill the plan she had seeded. She made her way to her friends house, the friends she should of heeded.

She had laid her plans well and her apartment was easy to sell. Feeling so unsafe she  stayed with her friend recovering slowly from her strange life she stayed waiting for her wounds to mend.

Her job was gone she’d been away too long, that was no surprise .She spent hours gazing through the window watching normal life she felt her spirits rise. He came to visit more than once imploring her to return but she refused to see him all his advances she spurned.

He rang and charmed , he rang and threatened her friend had her number changed . He painted ‘whore’ across her friend’s car and posted threats through the door he kept up a barrage of abuse he truly was deranged! Finally  she had to leave all this harassment was more than she wanted her friend to receive.

The next few years she moved and moved, again lost contact with family and friends. Each time she settled into a new job and found a place to stay he would find her and be a nuisance night and day.She told the police but they never were much help, true they always listened but he had never touched or harmed her, that element  to which they would react was missing!

She rued the night of that party she rued the night she met him she had lost her life. Her friends all gone her career in the bin. One evening while driving home she saw  thought him, in the shadows of car park. Sitting in her locked car she waited his approach, at length she saw him advancing in  the back of the car his eyes glinting in the dark.

Like a huge cat he came in to her rear view mirror. Her heart was pounding every pore on her body was sweating, Fear was a tangible smell in the car but she kept her mind clear she measured how close he was getting.

He had nearly reached the car her foot covered the accelerator one more step, he touched the car. That was it she threw the car into reverse and drove as fast as she could into the wall behind her. She watched as the look of anger turned to horror then to pain just to be sure drove forward and reversed in to the wall again and again and a again.

A crowed gathered round the car someone dialled 999.  The police and the paramedics both arrived at the same time. The witnesses all said that she had deliberately killed the man they had seen it with their own eyes.

As they took her away she heard the paramedics pronounce him dead ‘at last’ she whispered to herself he will not follow me from this day.They charged her, and at the trial she used  his stalking as her defence but it did not go well and she went to jail to her it made no sense.

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Slowly friends and family came back this truly lifted her spirits they arranged an appeal and won, she was move to a psychiatric unit. It took years to repair the damage in fact she is recovering still but thankful to have her friends and family back. The thought of him haunts her still. It was not his death, though that was an ugly thought, no it was the chance meeting that had let him into her life and all the grief he’d wrought! …………………

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Hope never give up hope. If you give up hope you may as well give up living.

 

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