A need to read reblog

So truly to the point and touching . This blog needs to be read.

My little love my little Dove

Through the mists of time

Stepping through the gates she wanders down the mists of time. Reaching out she steals from my arms the love that should of been mine.

I argue with her and I fight to keep my love but she wrenches him from me she has such tremendous might!

Leave him be, I scream and grab his hand she bares him off attached to her by silver strands . I pull, I reach  I lash out I put up an amazing fight but she just laughs at me and leads him off into the night.

Stop witch stop I call out, I see you there let go ……. for a second she pauses I see a moments doubt. Then again she laughs and grabs my love my only one my lovely dove.

She bares him off through the mists of time that which is not hers but mine. I am lost, and left alone in the night too cold to call out too tired to fight.

I am lost this is not fair she has stolen my love for me she has no care. I have been wronged this is not right I am lost here weeping in the night!

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Why is life so unfair that she could steal him from me here. She runs off with him without a care, silver threads shining in her hair. I would of given him my all but now with pain and grief I fall into the pits of deep despair . As off she flies without a care.

Gone forever my little love gone forever my little dove.

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Stepping through the gates she wanders down the mists of time. Reaching out she steals from my arms the love that should of been mine.

Watch the wall my darlings

Watch the wall my darlings as the gunman passes by, hush now everyone he will double back and kill us if he hears you cry.

No I don’t think he cares that guns are not allowed and I know he will not stop to think before firing into a crowd.

Try not to whimper as he will hear that too he has shot your little friends for less and he will do the same to you.

Here, cuddled up to me my darlings lets all play sleeping lions please keep calm or we will become more statistics in this crime.  Yes those are your friends my darlings  but we cannot help them now. You are in my care here and to keep you safe I vow .

Who is he is my darlings I have no idea,  but we need not think of him, he is of no consequence my dear. What is important is that you stay here with me and make no noise for him to hear.

Oh! yes. Watch the wall my darlings as the gunman passes by, hush now everyone, he will double back and kill us if he hears you cry.

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In light of the shooting in Newton America I wrote the above poem. I wrote it out of respect for the teachers and children that were murdered and all the relatives left behind to wonder why.

The photo is nothing to do with the victims, it just seemed apt.

The media should not give the murder any air time he should should not be named . This only encourages the next mad man or woman to out do him. Gun laws need to be stricter and no one needs a gun in their home. Mental health needs to have more funds pumped into it so these people can be found and treated before they cause such grief.

Lets us not forget the first victim his mother.

Poetry Challenge # 16/12/2012

He’s five foot-two, and he’s six feet-four,
He fights with missiles and with spears.
He’s all of thirty-one, and he’s only seventeen,
He’s been a soldier for a thousand years.

He’a a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain,
A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew.
And he knows he shouldn’t kill,
And he knows he always will,
Kill you for me my friend and me for you.

And he’s fighting for Canada,
He’s fighting for France,
He’s fighting for the USA,
And he’s fighting for the Russians,
And he’s fighting for Japan,
And he thinks we’ll put an end to war this way.

And he’s fighting for Democracy,
He’s fighting for the Reds,
He says it’s for the peace of all.
He’s the one who must decide,
Who’s to live and who’s to die,
And he never sees the writing on the wall.

But without him,
How would Hitler have condemned him at Labau?
Without him Caesar would have stood alone,
He’s the one who gives his body
As a weapon of the war,
And without him all this killing can’t go on.

He’s the Universal Soldier and he really is to blame,
His orders come from far away no more,
They come from here and there and you and me,
And brothers can’t you see,
This is not the way we put an end to war.

Written by

Buffy Sainte-Marie, OC (born February 20, 1941) is a Canadian Cree singer-songwriter, musician, composer, visual artist,[1] educator, pacifist, and social activist. Throughout her career in all of these areas, her work has focused on issues of Indigenous peoples of the Americas. Her singing and writing repertoire includes subjects of love, war, religion, and mysticism.

She founded the Cradleboard Teaching Project, an educational curriculum devoted to better understanding Native Americans. She has won recognition and many awards and honours for both her music and her work in education and social activism.

Sung by

Donovan (born Donovan Philips Leitch, 10 May 1946) is a Scottish singer, songwriter and guitarist. Originally a folk artist in 1965, Donovan quickly developed an eclectic and distinctive style that blended folk, jazz, pop, psychedelia, and world music (notably calypso). He has variously lived in Scotland, London, California and Ireland, and currently lives with his family in County Cork in Ireland.

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This is an unusual anti war song . Instead of blaming the arms makers, the politicians, the generals, the religious leaders,  the usual bad guys. No instead it blames the soldier, the everyday guy or ( girl these days ) for fighting! Who knows the words could be right. For maybe if the the everyday soldiers and people rose up and said no maybe war would stop……………………… or maybe not!

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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

Tango

I need to Tango Tango, I mean the whole fandango. I need to strut and and grind I need to Tango. I need to step and side step I need to spin and twirl I maybe in the body of an older woman but at heart I am still a girl.

I need to meet the eyes of dark haired man. I need him to hold me to him, to move me , he can can can! I need the high heels I need a red dress I want the rush I need the sex I know I will blush blush blush!

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I want to Tango Tango I need to dip and angle I need to sway, and over, a strong arm to dangle. I need excitement I need distraction I  really crave satisfaction, action action action!

I need to fondle and be fondled. I need to  excite and be excited OH! I need to Tango Tango I need to see a man go wild and spin me off my feet. I need to Tango Tango I want to tell everyone so I shall tweet tweet tweet!

I need to Tango Tango in a new dress and some spangos !I need to glide and swirl I need to to pretend and in my head be a dizzy dizzy girl and twirl twirl twirl.

Tree and Wreath Rejoice

Christmas Tree

Christmas Tree

Look at me see how I shine see my lights and decorations entwine. I twinkle lustrous in the dark to this room I add a spark of Christmas Cheer I catch everyone’s eyes as they enter here.

In the day I seem to change, my colour takes on a different hue. I am the green of the fresh wooded hills life and joy out of me spills.

Hidden in my branches are lights like jewels and tiny presents , crackers, toys Oh! yes excitement rules. In the sun light my lights are not so bright they glow far more brightly in the night.

Little children’s eyes always light up when they see me. To their Christmas fun I hold the key. When they come down on Christmas morn they see their presents my branches adorn!

Christmas wreath

Christmas wreath

See me here outside your door I am here to let all know what is in store. Pretty balls on either side a few stars and bows and a parcel too. I love my colours red, gold, green and blue to me they are the most beautiful I have ever seen!

Every day as it draws nearer the excitement in the children’s eyes grows clearer. The birth of Christ is what we celebrate take heart it is near now soon we can rejoice our faith.

So dear friends be of good cheer our saviours birthday is very near. So gather your fruits of tree and earth  and raise your glasses to salute the saviour’s birth.

 

 

The Crow Queen Grieves

Silently falls the snow ……. no words describe the sound of falling snow well, no words that I know. Lightly treads the crow queen. Blood red are her footprints like the petals of a rose. I don’t know why they are so and neither do the crows!

She been to visit the grave of her human lover, he who vowed to love her above all others. Sadly he had lied he had mistreated her and her smallest freedom had denied. He had paid for this with his life he had died at the talons of his crow wife.

She would never forgive the human kind, never again trust a man, her trust had almost cost her mind. Even so she felt grief’s pain and she visited  her husbands grave again and again. Her loving crows always accompanied her they always kept her in their care.

The humans knew of her visits and they drew their plans they wished to capture her and would reek revenge and watch her die at their hands.Yes we are a vengeful race, us humans duplicitous and two faced. God forbid that they catch her as again our name they would disgrace.

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Little One

Can you hear me little one, you who I have set my dreams upon. Are listening close to me, time flies by and you soon will be with me.

Do you hear me little thing, can you hear my heart, beat, beat,beat beating. Do long to see my face as much I as long for you my arms to grace.

Can you see this moving mass clawing stretching at my womb locked in there as in a tomb. I should stay there little one make the most of the peace and calm soon you will discover what is to come.

Please be calm and rest tiny one you are safe in there you are blessed.Once you leave me I can no long protect you as I do right now things will happen to you that I cannot imagine now.

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There are monsters lurking in the corners  and they are out to get me, I am frightened that if they do I shall never be set free. They are hiding in the shadows watching what I do. They need to go now and find something better to do.

I do not need one shouting and telling me I am stupid and shit and I don’t need others wittering on until my head over loads fit to split. I just need them to stop now stop all the shouting and the words stop it stop it now I had enough I am leaving with the birds!

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Poetry Challenge # 09/12/2012

What Was The Christmas Truce?
Although the popular memory of World War One is normally one of horrific casualties and ‘wasted’ life, the conflict does have tales of comradeship and peace. One of the most remarkable, and heavily mythologised, events concerns the ‘Christmas Truce’ of 1914, in which the soldiers of the Western Front laid down their arms on Christmas Day and met in No Man’s Land, exchanging food and cigarettes, as well as playing football. The cessation of violence was entirely unofficial and there had been no prior discussion: troops acted spontaneously from goodwill, not orders. Not only did this truce actually happen, but the event was more widespread than commonly portrayed.
How Did It Start?
There are many accounts of the Christmas truce, the most famous of which concern the meeting of British and German forces; however, French and Belgium troops also took part. The unofficial nature of the truce meant that there was no one single cause or origin; some narratives tell of British troops hearing their German counterparts singing Christmas carols and joining in, while Frank Richards, a private in the Royal Welch Fusiliers, told of how both sides erected signs wishing the other a ‘Merry Christmas’. From these small starts some men crossed the lines with their hands up, and troops from the opposing side went to meet them. By the time officers realised what was happening the initial meetings had been made, and most commanders either turned a blind eye or happily joined in.
How Long Did It Last?
The fraternisation lasted, in many areas, for the whole of Christmas day. Food and supplies were exchanged on a one to one basis, while in some areas men borrowed tools and equipment from the enemy, in order to quickly improve their own living conditions. Many games of football were played using whatever would suffice for a ball, while bodies that had become trapped within No Man’s Land were buried.Most modern retellings of the Truce finish with the soldiers returning to their trenches and then fighting again the next day, but in many areas the peace lasted much longer. Frank Richard’s account explained how both sides refrained from shooting at each other the next day, until the British troops were relieved and they left the front line. In other areas the goodwill lasted for several weeks, bringing a halt to opportunistic sniping, before the bloody conflict once again resumed.

The Frank Richards material comes from the December 2000 edition of BBC History Magazine.

Robert Wilde

Robert Wilde
European History Guide

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As you can see I have two mediums for my challenge. Firstly I used JONA LEWIE‘s  video of Can you stop the Cavalry   You can read about Jona Lewie here

Hey, Mr. Churchill comes over here
To say we’re doing splendidly
But it’s very cold out here in the snow
Marching to win from the enemy
Oh, I say it’s tough, I have had enough
Can you stop the Cavalry?

I have had to fight, almost every night
Down throughout these centuries
That is when I say, oh yes, yet again
Can you stop the Cavalry?

Mary Bradley waits at home
In the nuclear fall-out zone
Wish I could be dancing now
In the arms of the girl I love
Wish I was at home for Christmas
Bang, that’s another bomb on another town
While Luzar and Jim have tea
If I get home, live to tell the tale
I’ll run for all presidencies
If I get elected I’ll stop, I will stop the Cavalry

Wish I was at home for Christmas
Wish I could be dancing now
In the arms of the girl I love
Mary Bradley waits at home
She’s been waiting two years long.

The song tells of how hard life was for the poor soldiers while the politicians and generals lived a life untouched by the first world war.

Then I have reproduced Robert Wilde’s excellent  article on the truce held at Christmas 1914 the one and only truce in both world wars.

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My take ….. you all know my take on war. Thank you for reading my poetry challenge this year. It will be drawing to an end soon. I have learnt so much about about war all over the world. None of it good.

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

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