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The Road not Taken
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no feet had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no feet had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference
Sex God
Herd travel on
downtrodden grass
no sense of adventure.
downtrodden grass
no sense of adventure.
Sex God
Artemis by moon light
cypress in hand
hunting her deer.
cypress in hand
hunting her deer.
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
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
Sex God
I wonder lonely in spring, searching for my swain dale.
Sex God
Quote by jaymar
'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
In honour of the true seeker.
I like that.
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.
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.
Orgasminator
In IRC we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
IRC... that acronym is a blast from the past... my first sortie into IRC was twelve years ago! Is it still used by many folk? Not a pretty interface but it was a very cheap option to chat all those years ago!
Thanks Fiestybbw for bringing back some good memories by repeating that poem! xx
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
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
Sex God
Drip, drip, drip.
So heavy.
Clap.
Startled deer.
So heavy.
Clap.
Startled deer.
Orgasminator
I recieved this little ditty from Stileo whilst on the way to work one morning 
Do me over the bonnet.
Do me on the seat.
Let me blow u in the open whilt on my knees at your
feet.
Take me over the park bench.
Take me on the ground.
Make me wet & horny.
Just make sure there's no bobbies around.
Do me over the bonnet.
Do me on the seat.
Let me blow u in the open whilt on my knees at your
feet.
Take me over the park bench.
Take me on the ground.
Make me wet & horny.
Just make sure there's no bobbies around.
Sleep is a luxury that i do not have, it hides just outside me taunting my back. It sits and smiles and waves at my face, teasing and showing the dreams i would have..
Some dreams i know i would love to have come, some dreams without thinking i know i would run... the ones i would like are warm sweet and fun.. the ones where i run, are dark sad and glum...
I wish i could sleep and drift into dark, to be held in my bed by those big huge arms.. they would hold me so close id smile while slept, i know with those arms id never want to wake,.. id be safe in the knowing that while im away those arms would protect me and do me no harm.. Those arms are called love, and thats what love is... safe, sound strong and wrapped round me... id be in my own little heaven.
But i have no such arms to hold me so safe, the dreams i have now they chase and they hate... without you knowing, i cry in my sleep, i know now with woe that you do not love me... i sleep all alone in that big bed of mine, wishing for you to come to my save me from harm.. I dont need you but i do want you so, i feel the confusion like a dog on a bone, I Want love, but love has no name, to me its just out there calling me names.
I see all my friends i know im not bad, they all found arms to hold them through the night, what is it i miss, what do i lack.. that no one can love me to heaven an back.. am i not worthy am i not good.. dont i deserve the love that you have..? Will it be my turn, when will he come.. the one that will love me no matter how sad, will he see me stood all alone, will he hear my heart as it bursts..? Does he exsist this man that i want, or is he a cruel twist of dreams that i have?
Some dreams i know i would love to have come, some dreams without thinking i know i would run... the ones i would like are warm sweet and fun.. the ones where i run, are dark sad and glum...
I wish i could sleep and drift into dark, to be held in my bed by those big huge arms.. they would hold me so close id smile while slept, i know with those arms id never want to wake,.. id be safe in the knowing that while im away those arms would protect me and do me no harm.. Those arms are called love, and thats what love is... safe, sound strong and wrapped round me... id be in my own little heaven.
But i have no such arms to hold me so safe, the dreams i have now they chase and they hate... without you knowing, i cry in my sleep, i know now with woe that you do not love me... i sleep all alone in that big bed of mine, wishing for you to come to my save me from harm.. I dont need you but i do want you so, i feel the confusion like a dog on a bone, I Want love, but love has no name, to me its just out there calling me names.
I see all my friends i know im not bad, they all found arms to hold them through the night, what is it i miss, what do i lack.. that no one can love me to heaven an back.. am i not worthy am i not good.. dont i deserve the love that you have..? Will it be my turn, when will he come.. the one that will love me no matter how sad, will he see me stood all alone, will he hear my heart as it bursts..? Does he exsist this man that i want, or is he a cruel twist of dreams that i have?
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high is where i sit to hide and cry. I sit quite still, im all alone. no sound comes out just hollow moans.
Its seems peaceful here, no pain no fear, its not a life there's nothing here, i want to leave this lonely place, i weep alone its such a waste...
So i stand up.. and dry my tears,i break the chains that hold me here.
Im scared at first i want to run, back to the clouds i know and love, but i stay strong, but man, its hard. I want to stop but know i cant, no sleep tonight not one eye shut until i know im safe and loved.
That time to sleep its here i know, that deep inside myself im known. I dont need love, I want instead the difference is like black and red. To need is fear, it scares and screams, to want is warm, theres no better cheer.
So as i walk into the night, i know this time i will not fight.. there is no rain no tears no sound, but this time its because im proud. The time to stand and fight has gone, no need not now.. im all most done. So as i spin and swirl and sway i thank the stars, they kept me safe..until right now, this moment here ,the moment that i live without fear.
Its seems peaceful here, no pain no fear, its not a life there's nothing here, i want to leave this lonely place, i weep alone its such a waste...
So i stand up.. and dry my tears,i break the chains that hold me here.
Im scared at first i want to run, back to the clouds i know and love, but i stay strong, but man, its hard. I want to stop but know i cant, no sleep tonight not one eye shut until i know im safe and loved.
That time to sleep its here i know, that deep inside myself im known. I dont need love, I want instead the difference is like black and red. To need is fear, it scares and screams, to want is warm, theres no better cheer.
So as i walk into the night, i know this time i will not fight.. there is no rain no tears no sound, but this time its because im proud. The time to stand and fight has gone, no need not now.. im all most done. So as i spin and swirl and sway i thank the stars, they kept me safe..until right now, this moment here ,the moment that i live without fear.
Christmas is about fun and cheer...
Christmas is about love and beer...
Christmas is for life and light
Christmast is not about strife and fights...
But to me christmas is about loss and fear...
My babies mean the world to me, i miss them more and more each year.. i send them love and smiles and cheer..but from me its fake it hides my tears.. Il leave it there cant say no more, as if i speak there sure to come, thick an fast and down my face.. the tears of loss they sting my cheecks.
I miss my family, dad you rocked.. you were my world but now it sucks... You turned your back and walked away, washed your hands and never came back.. I miss my baby brother too.. by now he will be grown and cool... i wonder what his life holds now? is he handsome, is he proud? Would he pick me from the crowd? I doubt it though i am a ghost, i faded nicely in the shadows, never shouted from the bellows.. love me know me hold me dad, im still the little girl who made you laugh... Im still the child you fought to keep. I should shout and jump and wave.. but the shadows will stay covering me until my grave.
But all said and done i am not her.. the girl who used to hide, now il stand up for myself and dad, man you would be proud... im strong inside i still have tears, but instead of poison the now run clear.. im not the child who used to be.. now..my father i am me.
To my dad... who i love till my heart will burst. But sometimes love just isnt enough.
Christmas is about love and beer...
Christmas is for life and light
Christmast is not about strife and fights...
But to me christmas is about loss and fear...
My babies mean the world to me, i miss them more and more each year.. i send them love and smiles and cheer..but from me its fake it hides my tears.. Il leave it there cant say no more, as if i speak there sure to come, thick an fast and down my face.. the tears of loss they sting my cheecks.
I miss my family, dad you rocked.. you were my world but now it sucks... You turned your back and walked away, washed your hands and never came back.. I miss my baby brother too.. by now he will be grown and cool... i wonder what his life holds now? is he handsome, is he proud? Would he pick me from the crowd? I doubt it though i am a ghost, i faded nicely in the shadows, never shouted from the bellows.. love me know me hold me dad, im still the little girl who made you laugh... Im still the child you fought to keep. I should shout and jump and wave.. but the shadows will stay covering me until my grave.
But all said and done i am not her.. the girl who used to hide, now il stand up for myself and dad, man you would be proud... im strong inside i still have tears, but instead of poison the now run clear.. im not the child who used to be.. now..my father i am me.
To my dad... who i love till my heart will burst. But sometimes love just isnt enough.
I wonder where il be, i wonder who il see.. will i find peace, free of pain? or will i find space, just empty and vain...
Will my mum be there to meet me and stare? Will she forgive me for never being there...
Will i be held by relatives past? Will they embrace me and welcome me back?
Will i miss home, and all that is there? or will i walk forward never look back?
Ive been here before i know that is true.. im sure i was here when i became blue.. i didnt stay long just had a look round, as earth was pulling and i crashed to the ground..
The memories are fuzzy, hazy but true.. i saw the light and wanted to go through, at that time i felt cheated and sulked, i wanted the warmth i wanted the sun. But then i lived and saw different lights, these lights were of love and laughter and fun, but these are fading, there burning out slow, the next time i visit it will be a forgone, the next time i go i wont come back as next time i visit there will be no pull to come back..
Death is a game ive played before, last time i won and now theres a score. one nil to me i lived an yeharrr. but now death is pissed and wants me nailed to the floor..i feel its breath all down my neck, this time is cheeky, its sly, underhand.. Bring it on i say, do your worst i beat you once i can beat you some more!
Will my mum be there to meet me and stare? Will she forgive me for never being there...
Will i be held by relatives past? Will they embrace me and welcome me back?
Will i miss home, and all that is there? or will i walk forward never look back?
Ive been here before i know that is true.. im sure i was here when i became blue.. i didnt stay long just had a look round, as earth was pulling and i crashed to the ground..
The memories are fuzzy, hazy but true.. i saw the light and wanted to go through, at that time i felt cheated and sulked, i wanted the warmth i wanted the sun. But then i lived and saw different lights, these lights were of love and laughter and fun, but these are fading, there burning out slow, the next time i visit it will be a forgone, the next time i go i wont come back as next time i visit there will be no pull to come back..
Death is a game ive played before, last time i won and now theres a score. one nil to me i lived an yeharrr. but now death is pissed and wants me nailed to the floor..i feel its breath all down my neck, this time is cheeky, its sly, underhand.. Bring it on i say, do your worst i beat you once i can beat you some more!
What do i see.. when i look deep within me..., am i there, under that stare?
Who do you see when you look deep within me.... Do you see me or a version of me?
When will i be the girl that i see? the girl with the smile, and the girl who would never suffer a liar...?
Oh what to do what to become, il tell myself that im worthy of fun...
So il not look to deep, not look to far, for fear of knock back is holding be back..
So when you see me, wave to my smile, hold up your hand and stop for a while, cos ive been invisible for so very long.. and smile a nod is worth more than a snog.. i try to be nice, il try not to snipe, il open my eyes and hold you so close... all i ask in return is that you dont hurt me to ice.
Who do you see when you look deep within me.... Do you see me or a version of me?
When will i be the girl that i see? the girl with the smile, and the girl who would never suffer a liar...?
Oh what to do what to become, il tell myself that im worthy of fun...
So il not look to deep, not look to far, for fear of knock back is holding be back..
So when you see me, wave to my smile, hold up your hand and stop for a while, cos ive been invisible for so very long.. and smile a nod is worth more than a snog.. i try to be nice, il try not to snipe, il open my eyes and hold you so close... all i ask in return is that you dont hurt me to ice.
urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhLove is..... love is .... love is many things to many people but to some its more that most, to some it will never be but to most its something that was lost, love is a smile in a crowded room, love is a sigh that no one heard.. love is the note in the sandwich bag, love is the shirt, ironed ready to hang, love is the meal made for her man, love is the hug came with out asking,
love is the paper brought up to the bed, love is the lie in she never gets to is a tear that falls with no sound, love is the covers that are kicked to the ground, love is silence without any fear, love is kindness without a cruel sneer, love is a sound that reminds you of him, love is a night off with the boys, love is a night in with out chores,
love is the flower left on the pillow, love is the man who smiles when you bellow, love is a trick to make you feel safe, love brings its shit and lays down in bed, love turns the sky from blue to dark red, love makes you angry till your loosing your head,
love is a dream and thats where it will stay, cos love had me once and never again......
love is the paper brought up to the bed, love is the lie in she never gets to is a tear that falls with no sound, love is the covers that are kicked to the ground, love is silence without any fear, love is kindness without a cruel sneer, love is a sound that reminds you of him, love is a night off with the boys, love is a night in with out chores,
love is the flower left on the pillow, love is the man who smiles when you bellow, love is a trick to make you feel safe, love brings its shit and lays down in bed, love turns the sky from blue to dark red, love makes you angry till your loosing your head,
love is a dream and thats where it will stay, cos love had me once and never again......
ops: This is actually a song.
But i like it and its a close to poetry as i get.
ANGEL.
Angel-put sad wings around me now
protect me from this world of sin
so that we can rise again
Angel-we can find our way somehow
escaping from the world we are in
to a place where we began
and i know we'll find
a better place and peace of mind
just tell me that its all you want - for you and me
angel wont you set me free
angel remember how we'd chase the sun
then reaching for the stars at night
as our lives had just begun
when i close my eyes i hear your velvet wings and cry
i'm waiting here with open arms - oh cant you see
angel shine your light on me
Oh angel will we meet once more - i'll pray
when all my sins are washed away
hold me inside your wings and stay
Angel take me far away
put sad wings around me now
angel take me far away
put sad wings around me now
so that we can rise again.
But i like it and its a close to poetry as i get.
ANGEL.
Angel-put sad wings around me now
protect me from this world of sin
so that we can rise again
Angel-we can find our way somehow
escaping from the world we are in
to a place where we began
and i know we'll find
a better place and peace of mind
just tell me that its all you want - for you and me
angel wont you set me free
angel remember how we'd chase the sun
then reaching for the stars at night
as our lives had just begun
when i close my eyes i hear your velvet wings and cry
i'm waiting here with open arms - oh cant you see
angel shine your light on me
Oh angel will we meet once more - i'll pray
when all my sins are washed away
hold me inside your wings and stay
Angel take me far away
put sad wings around me now
angel take me far away
put sad wings around me now
so that we can rise again.
