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Beltane
Have you ever stood in the april wood
And called the new year in?
While the phantoms of three thousand years fly
As the dead leaves spin?
Theres a snap in the grass behind your feet
And a tap upon your shoulder.
And the thin wind crawls along your neck ---
Its just the old gods getting older.
And the kestral drops like a fall of shot and
The red cloud hanging high ---
Come --- a beltane.
Have you ever loved a lover of the old elastic truth?
And doted on the daughter in the ministry of youth?
Thrust your head between the breasts of the fertile innocent.
And taken up the cause of love, for the sake of argument.
Or while the kisses drop like a fall of shot
From soft lips in the rain ---
Come --- a beltane.
Happy old new year to you and yours.
The suns up for one more day, to be sure.
Play it out gladly, for your cards marked again.
Have you walked around your parks and towns so knife-edged orderly?
While the fires are burned on the hills upturned
In far-off wild country.
And felt the chill on your window sill
As the green man comes around.
With his walking cane of sweet hazel --- brings it crashing down.
Sends your knuckles white as the thin stick bites.
Well, its just your groaning pains.
Come --- a beltane.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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The Feast Of The Gael
St. Patrick’s Day
I.
WHAT a onion of hearts is the love of a mother
When races of men in her name unite!
For love of Old Erin, and love of each other,
The boards of the Gael are full to-night!
Their millions of men have one toast and one topic—
Their feuds laid aside and their envies removed;
From the pines of the Pole to the palms of the Tropic,
They drink: 'The dear Land we have prayed for and loved!'
They are One by the bond of a time-honored fashion;
Though strangers may see but the lights of their feast,
Beneath lies the symbol of faith and of passion
Alike of the Pagan and Christian priest!
II.
When native laws by native kings
At Tara were decreed,
The grand old Gheber worship
Was the form of Erin's creed.
The Sun, Life-giver, was God on high;
Men worshipped the Power they saw;
And they kept the faith as the ages rolled
By the solemn Beltane law.
Each year, on the Holy Day, was quenched
The household fires of the land;
And the Druid priest, at the midnight hour,
Brought forth the flaming brand,—
The living spark for the Nation's hearths,—
From the Monarch's hand it came,
Whose fire at Tara spread the sign—
And the people were One by the flame!
And Baal was God! till Patrick came,
By the Holy Name inspired;
On the Beltane night, in great Tara's sight,
His pile at Slane was fired.
And the deed that was death was the Nation's life,
And the doom of the Pagan bane;
For Erin still keeps Beltane night,
But lights her lamp at Slane!
Though fourteen centuries pile their dust
On the mound of the Druid's grave,
To-night is The Beltane! Bright the fire
That Holy Patrick gave!
To-night is The Beltane! Let him heed
Who studieth creed and race:
Old times and gods are dead, and we
Are far from the ancient place;
The waves of centuries, war, and waste,
Of famine, gallows, and goal,
Have swept our land; but the world to-night
Sees the Beltane Fire of the Gael!
III.
O land of sad fate! like a desolate queen,
Who remembers in sorrow the crown of her glory,
The love of thy children not strangely is seen—
For humanity weeps at thy heart-touching story.
Strong heart in affliction! that draweth thy foes
Till they love thee more dear than thine own generation:
Thy strength is increased as thy life-current flows,—
What were death to another is Ireland's salvation!
God scatters her sons like the seed on the lea,
And they root where they fall, be it mountain or furrow;
They come to remain and remember; and she
In their growth will rejoice in a blissful to-morrow!
They sing in strange lands the sweet songs of their home,
Their emerald Zion enthroned in the billows;
To work, not to weep by the rivers they come:
Their harps are not hanged in despair on the willows.
The hope of the mother beats youthful and strong,
Responsive and true to her children's pulsations,
No petrified heart has she saved from the wrong—
Our Niobe lives for her place 'mong the nations!
Then drink, all her sons—be they Keltic or Danish,
Or Norman or Saxon—one mantle was o'er us;
Let race lines, and creed lines, and every line, vanish—
We drink as the Gael: 'To the Mother that bore us! '
poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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The Furst Poem
This is me fairy furst poem
Wot I effer rote
So I arsk pleez pay attenshun.
Rite now and pleez take note.
Its true I avent got a clue
But I will try me best
Yule sea if I can sea it throo.
May be yule be imprest.
I hope you share it wiv yor frends.
Its gud too av a go.
I like too keep fokes in suspence
Too reed lions too and fro.
Frum left too rite and bak agin
Not knowin wot cums next.
Yet ware it ends I know not wen.
Like you Im sumtimes vext.
Im aving fun wiv rimes like thees.
Ive writen me furst harf.
Ill reech the end by slow deekrees
And may be make you larf.
Hour teecher says Ive got a gift.
I'm kwite the laidees man.
And may be soon she mite get kist.
Thats allways been me plan.
Ill share this soon and then wheel sea.
Purrhaps ten out off ten.
If less than five no moor frum me.
Ill neffer rite agin!
poem by Denis Martindale
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Christmas Is Going To The Dogs
Get off your sled and go to bed
Don't you ever tire?
Throw a bone, I'm finally home
Curled up by the fire
Snow is falling from the sky like ashes from an urn
Sweet dreams, my little one
Now it's my turn
Well, Christmas is going to the dogs
We'd rather have chew toys than Yule logs
And things aren't looking very good, it's true
So I'll just lay here and chew
Now, when I sleep I like to dream
Of rabbits in the snow
Jumping right into my jaws
From their rabbit hole
Take one home and set him down right next to you shoes
Wake up to a big surprise
My gift to you
And Christmas is going to the dogs
We'd rather have chew toys than Yule logs
And things aren't looking very good, it's true
So I'll just lay here and chew
And Christmas is going to the dogs
We're scarfing down the turkey and egg nog
And things aren't looking very good, it's true
So I'll just lay here and chew
So I'll just stay here and chew...
song performed by by Eels
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Christmas Themed Card Inserts Written By Me 4
My mother’s in the kitchen,
In a blue haze fog,
My father’s in the smallest room,
Producing a Yule tide log.
poem by A.E.K.G Navrilith
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Yule remembered
Christmas tree flung into snow
Police sirens laugh.
quote by by Oskar Hansen
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I Can See Clearly Now
I can see clearly now the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It's gonna be a bright (bright)
Bright (bright) sunshinin' day
It's gonna be a bright (bright)
Bright (bright) sunshinin' day
Oh yes, I can make it now the pain is gone
All of the bad feelings have disappeared
Here is the rainbow I've been praying for
It's gonna be a bright (bright)
Bright (bright) sunshinin' day (ooh...)
Look all around,
There's nothing but blue skies
Look straight ahead,
There's nothing but blue skies
I can see clearly now the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
Here's the rainbow I've been praying for
It's gonna be a bright (bright)
Bright (bright) sunshinin' day
It's gonna be a bright (bright)
Bright (bright) sunshinin' day
Real, real, real, real bright (bright)
Bright (bright) sunshinin' day
Yeah, hey, it's gonna be a bright (bright)
Bright (bright) sunshinin' day
song performed by by Cher
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Christmas Themed Card Inserts Written By Me 3
My mother’s in the kitchen,
Cooking a festive frog,
My father’s in the smallest room,
Producing a Yule tide log.
poem by A.E.K.G Navrilith
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5. What a Christmas
Outside the snow was falling
All lights were on the tree
The sherry and the mince pies out
For Santa not for me
A roaring fire was crackling
The Yule log burned so bright
Four stockings from the mantle hung
All named to get things right
Requests were duly noted
From letters kids had written
Young Joey wanted action man
A doll left Sally smitten
Roller blades with flashing lights
For Bobbies faster mile
A smart new coat with fur on top
Take’s Milly out in style
Another year the shopping done
Man and wife could not do better
Having searched for oh so many weeks
Making Christmas match each letter
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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One Bright Day
One bright day the people together
one bright day the people together
one bright day the people together
one bright day the people together
There will be celebrations around the nations
love without no care
there will be singing, plenty swining
live witout that fear
One bright day the people together
one bright day the people together
yes it was one bright day
yes it is one bright day
There is music, you choose it, love it,love it
hear this music, don't loose it, love it,love it
One bright day the people together
one bright day the people together
Hey, unnuh see the one bright day, South Africa free
Believe me, one bright day,drugs free country
Make it to the one bright day
a said the struggle to the one bright day
struggle to the one bright day
struggle to the one bright day
Make it to the two bright days
make it to thre-------ooh
lord, the people got together
the people got together
So there can be, many, many, years and years and years
song performed by by Ziggy Marley
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Yule Rites
German and Celtic Yule-Rites have been grafted in!
And like the custom of the mummers and the wild men;
But i paid the waitress for my tea and my whiskey,
Because i don't want to accentuate the negative!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Right Or Wrong
Emotions and the senses of mankind,
And of all the rich merchants who benefit during Yule-Tide season!
For this pagan custom had taken over the earth,
And many still do not even know whether it is right or wrong.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I was the youngest. The yule lamb. The one who always got away without doing the washing up. My sister was four years older, and my brother six years.
quote by Jeremy Irons
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Christmas Even
Alone--with one fair star for company,
The loveliest star among the hosts of night,
While the grey tide ebbs with the ebbing light--
I pace along the darkening wintry sea.
Now round the yule-log and the glittering tree
Twinkling with festive tapers, eyes as bright
Sparkle with Christmas joys and young delight,
As each one gathers to his family.
But I--a waif on earth where'er I roam--
Uprooted with life's bleeding hopes and fears
From that one heart that was my heart's sole home,
Feel the old pang pierce through the severing years,
And as I think upon the years to come
That fair star trembles through my falling tears.
poem by Mathilde Blind
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One Bright Star
One bright star in the vast unknown
A blazing ember in the night sky shone
Reminding me that I'm not alone...............
One bright star;
One bright star in the evening sky
Holds its own where the angels fly
Anchors the bond between you and I............
One bright star;
One bright star that I wish upon
The first to rise when the sun is gone
Lights my way 'til the early dawn.............
One bright star;
One bright star In the midnight blue
Holds the dreams that I dream of you
Take my hand and I'll lead you to
One bright star.
10/18/2009
The Christmas Song
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
Everybody knows a turkey
And some mistletoe
Help to make the season bright
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight.
They know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys
And goodies on his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer
really know how to fly.
And so I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it's been said
many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you.
And so I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it's been said
many times, many ways
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas to you.
song performed by by Ashanti
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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