Christmas Beauty

The sky is filled with snow laden clouds
As carolers sing their songs for the crowds
The snow that was promised has not yet come
and winter scenes are left undone
When all the children gather to sing
you can see the love that Christmas brings
I have yet to see the winter’s grace
when the ground is set in delicate lace
A lace so pretty it makes lovers smile
and they stop to play in the snow for a while
The beauty the snow brings to the land
is the most wonderful part of Nature’s plan
To bring together
young and old
the meek, the daring
the wise and the bold
To gather together for the Christmas meal
to share the joy the angels feel
For on this day so long ago
a babe was born under a stars soft glow
Jesus, the Saviour, was born on this day
heaven sent to show the way.

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Christmas Joy

A time for joy is this season
when people laugh for no known reason
The children playing in the park
will start to carol after dark
When people gather young and old
to hear an ancient story told
About a babe born in a manger
who to this world would be no stranger
About a star that shone so bright
to lead the wise men through the night
The glorious story of the birth of our Lord
of which no man could ever be bored
Friends and enemies gather as one
to make peace with each other
and share in the fun
They join together to erect a tree
and trim it with lights so all may see
Everyone is merry and so filled with mirth
Filled with the joy of the Saviour’s birth.

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Thoughts On Being Irish

It is often said of the Irish, that they life life to the fullest. They enjoy ever moment with a passion, savoring life itself, with an ecstasy that boggles the mind. Many a comment has been made on the Irishman’s drinking habits, and of the bawdiness that permeates their very existence. What if this is true? I don’t know for sure. I do know that I am one who enjoys life. Every breath that I take is one of life. Who can dare argue the extent of suffering the Irish have endured. Yet, they still welcome all and her challenges.

What then, is it like to be born of such a heritage? To have to live up to the image of the Irish that society has painted. We learn to live our lives for each moment. To take life to our bosom and love it as if it were our only child. To look at death not as an enemy but, as the continuing on of the spirit. Death is the beginning of life. The day when the soul goes off to Glocca Mora, where man and leprechauns play together among magical mushrooms and spreading green of heather.

Life is sweet, something to be savored for every moment. To be shared with all who will come. This is the philosophy I’ve been taught. Maybe someday all will share this idea of peace and love will flow as the River Shannon. Fear not to suffer life, for life will reward you for your struggles. Keep an open heart and mind to all that you encounter, for they may become a cherished friend. Fear not the throngs of death, for they are the final gateway to eternal happiness.

Onward to Glocca Mora!!

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Deja Vu

The snow is swirling in the air
I look around and see you there
Am I dreaming or is it true
That I am walking here with you
Hand in hand we are walking along
While the snowbird sings its song
Can this be real
It seems like a dream
Where everything isn’t as it seems
It must be real
For I am here with you
This must be what they call Deja Vu
For I had dreamed this night before
But now it means so much more
For you are here
Out in the snow
The earth takes on a peaceful glow
For a love like this
Cannot be found
In a city, village, or a town
It is a love I share with you
But this is just a dream
It’s Deja Vu

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Missing You

I gaze out my window at the silvery moon
hoping and dreaming
that we’ll be together soon
My heart is impatient
it wishes you here
but the days pass so slowly
by month, then year
I know it has been but one day
but each minute you are gone
is filled with dismay
I love you, I want you
’til life’s bitter end
but my lips stop the words
my lonely heart sends
If only I could tell you
just how I feel
then maybe together our dreams can be real
No longer will I walk in a hzae
for together
forever
we will spend our days.

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Letter of Love

Dawn breaks
an amber glow on the horizon
The air is cool and crisp
The frost on the trees
reflect the light in prismatic colors
A lone bird pecks at the ground
for its daily sustenance
A panorama of beauty unfolds about me
but it is lacking the true essence of beauty
You, my dear, are needed to complete this portrait
For without you
The bird is living but for the day
The colors begin to fade
The air turns cold
I may eat and drink to sustain my life
but I need you to sustain my spirit
I need you to give my life meaning
To keep me going when I get down
Without you, I, like the bird
live day to day
And the days draw by slowly
as if fate were playing a cruel joke
Just one glimpse of you
and I am renewed
ready for another day
Just one kiss
and I am ready for
whatever the world can throw at me
I want to hold you
and love you forever
Please say you will

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Rare Beauty

I have often asked myself what denotes beauty?
Who is this great gifted person who describes
What is beautiful to us?
How can one or two people have such effect on all people?
They can make a real witch into a love goddess
With just their say so
On the other hand
A girl with grace, charm, and many other fine qualities
Is blackballed by society
Because she does not have the great looks
or the curvaceous shape
That beautiful women are supposed to possess
It is not often that one comes across
that rare combination of beauty and elegance}
You, my love, have been truly blessed
You are not only beautiful
But you also possess great charm and elegance
Yours is that rare beauty
That very few women possess
Though they may try
For they believe that beauty comes only from the outside
Your beauty, my dear, comes from within
It accentuates your exterial features
Making you even more beautiful in my eyes
God, I love you!

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Qixotic Romance

There once was a prince in search of a need
A princess he needed to do a brave deed
A princess with a bright smile and rich golden hair
Whose perils to conquer, only he would dare
Upon his steed the color of snow
Over hill and valley on his search would go
He was told by many that romantics were dead
But on he did search ne’er taking to bed
He travelled on, both night and day
Without stopping to rest along the way
When on a sunny day he happened to see
A princess as beautiful as can be
And as her guard a dragon stood
Keeping close watch at the edge of the wood
The princess was kept by a tree in the glen
While the dragon kept watch spouting fire now and then
The prince fell in love with the vision he saw
And the dragon’s hot breath he could stand no more
So when the dragon chance to look away
The prince seized the moment, the dragon to slay
With the dragon dead, he no longer could tarry
The beautiful princess he wanted to marry
He asked for her hand from her father the King
When he said “Yes”, the choir did sing
A wedding so grand as in days of yore
And the prince and the princess were lonely no more.

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My Delicate Flower

A flower more delicate than any I have ever seen
A fragrance more appealing than any fine spice
Beauty that surpasses any that man has seen
A thousand women could not be as nice
I want to hold you forever and a day
Have you near to my world seem right
To be able to love you in my own special way
And never make you want to leave my side
My only dream now is to have you near
But I am afraid of my new found love
What has stopped my love before is so very clear
Of how she turned on me though I gave all my love
So be patient, go slow, and gentle as a dove
And grow with me, in our new found love.

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The Crier In The Wood

When I was young I was given a seed.
The seed of a new life with the Lord.
But I had a child’s mind and was easily persuaded
to follow the will of man.
So for years I lived amidst the greed and lust of man.
I heard the sound of someone crying in the wood.
Something deep within me made me search out the sound.
So I wandered the wood
until I found the crier in the wood.
There he was
a hairy old man sitting on a rock.
“Old man, why do you sit weeping like a newborn babe?”
asked I of the man.
He looked at me through tearful eyes.
“I cry for today I may lose a son.
I have raised him from a child, but when he got older
he turned away to follow the will of man.
For this I cray, for though my son will live
his spirit will have died”
Then I looked into his eyes
and saw it was for me that he cried.
It was the Lord God!
I fell to the ground,
I begged he would forgive me
and take me as a servant.
He kissed me and told me to rise and serve his people.
So I have traveled the wasteland of the world
and have been as the seed sown amongst the thorns
taken before I was choked out
I was transplanted to good earth.
I have grown and blossomed
an now must spread the seed to others.
So they too, may blossom and grow in God’s light.

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