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I must say she looks rather nice
I have seen her on cam once or twice

She seems to be funny
When she strokes her bunny

but she's not as bright as posh spice.

kisses to PK!!

Haha just saw that post- that was den boy!

safe journey
.....~ x~.....

Artemis by moon light
cypress in hand
hunting her deer.

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Its not often I post on these boards these days, but I have plucked up the bottle to post a couple of ditties. They are unashamedly Pagan in content, the 1st I wrote for our Spring Equinox ritual, the second is just a bit of nonsense I put together to amuse friends.

Will you dance with me?

Will you dance with me the dance of the hare?
O’er moorland and meadow, lithe, nimble and bare.
Then sing me the song of some wild and free bird,
That seldom is glimpsed but oft may be heard.

Shall we leap and shout, this springtime saluted?
As we cast care aside with our cries quite un-muted.
To fly high as the Lark, on wings that are golden,
The master and mistress of all that’s beholden

And Like river otters shall we dive and jink?
And care not a damn for what others may think.
As we twist and we turn in the waters swift stream,
then warm on the bank in the suns brazen beam.

Now sing we the song of this springtime so wild?
Of the fields now filled with natures fine child.
So by leaf and by branch and by bud and by twig.
Let’s dance us this dance, the seasons wild jig.

Shall we lie us down in some sweet scented hollow?
Then make love together, as our instincts we follow.
Let’s now cry out loud, in our joy and our passion,
we’ll see in the spring in our own naked fashion.

So come, shout and cry. Shall we give joy its wings?
As we dance the dance of these mad march things.
Lets drink we a draught to the wild and free.
Then sated we’ll dream, ‘neath some leafy oak tree.

So, will you dance with me the dance of the hare?
O’er moorland and meadow, lithe nimble and bare.
Then sing me the song of some wild and free bird,
That seldom is glimpsed but oft may be heard.

(c)Taran.

Llandeilo, December 2006.

The song of ‘the Fuckup Fairy’

When you stumble in the darkness, and your charcoal disks won’t light,
And your robes all freshly laundered no longer look so bright.
Does your boyfriend wake up screaming in the darkness of the night,
at your hundred dollar hair do, that’s now an awful sight?

It’s just me the Fuckup Fairy, and I chuckle at your plight!

If your familiar cat’s gone manic and the veterinarian has been called,
and your High Priest starts to panic ‘cos he’s suddenly gone bald.
Perhaps your car’s been clamped, or to the compound it’s been hauled?
And the message on the answerphone says the lottery has called!

It’s just me the Fuckup Fairy, and your download has just stalled!

If you calm your mind a moment and listen careful to the breeze,
You may here my tiny footsteps as I tangle round your knees.
For I’ll piddle in the incense and on cakes and ale I’ll sneeze,
and the milk you left for the little folk has oddly turned to cheese!

It’s just me the Fuckup Fairy, and I’ll do as I damn well please.

© Taran

Llandeilo, April ‘07

'Tis not the gifted, good, or skilled
That make most worldly stir,
A hundred men a fortune build
For one a character;
Seek not in wealth the spirit's health;
Their gain is virtue's loss
Whose actions claim no higher aim
Than hunting after dross.


William Billington 1880

FRIENDS WITHOUT FACES

We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.

We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same

We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
In IRC we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - why we don't know
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.

Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.

The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces.... and odd little names.

oops.. perhaps I should add shamefully stolen from an email sent to me...

but made me chuckle..

Tread lightly as you pass,
the refuse of my soul and detritus of my emotions lay scattered around,
broken pieces too shattered to be fixed crumble further under your feet

Tread lightly as you pass,
whisper not too loudly nor nor question my sombre mood for words cannot break the silence
nor touch soothe the pain

Tread lightly as you pass
cast a glance and briefly share my grief before turning back to the road you chose to take
and as you go, think of me with kindness and love that once was