Archive for February 2014

~~ Seamus ‘n’ Maire ~~   4 comments




A slow waltz was playin’

As he walked through the door

Eyes scanning the room

As he strolled ‘cross the floor

The music then stopped

And the dancers sat down

He looked at them all

Without smile or frown

And there in the corner

With a dress like a churl

Sat a beautiful, green-eyed

Red haired Irish girl

Passing all others

Much more wealthy by far

He marched to the chair

Of this wild Irish star

“Would ye dance wi’ me lady”?

He extended his hand

“Quite surely”, she said,

“And wouldn’t it be grand”?


So on through the night

They waltzed ‘cross the floor

Til the e’ening was over

And they danced through the door

Down the path to the beach

And out on the sand

‘Twas a fine evenin’, darlin'”

“Sure wasn’t it grand”?

Was the start of a new life

For Seamus and Maire

Was started as fun

And a bit o’ a dare…

“Would ye dance wi’ me lady”?



Good Night Everybody





Posted February 28, 2014 by PapaBear in A Little Romance, Experiences, Personal, Poetry

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+++ In a Few Words…   4 comments







We could all gain from this kind of experience and wisdom.



Posted February 28, 2014 by PapaBear in Uncategorized

+++ A White Horse +++   5 comments




‘Tis off I am this fine day

I’ll run down the tree lined lane

To search and to find

A shining white horse

And ride away into my dreams








Posted February 26, 2014 by PapaBear in Poetry

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+++ A Wee Bit O’ Readin’ Material (sort of) +++   6 comments



Here would be a bit o’ readin’ material t’ lighten yer day and would hope t’ bring a smile t’ yer face. 
 Whilst sittin’ in the pub one day a feller lifted his Guinness an’ said t’ me,
“smile, things could be worse…, so I smiled, and surely they got worse”. 

Be careful out there !!!


Father Murphy walks into a pub in Donegal, and says to the first man he meets,
“Do you want to go to heaven?”
The man said, “I do Father.” The priest
said, “Then stand over there against the wall.” Then the priest asked the second
man, “Do you want to got to heaven?” “Certainly, Father,” was the man’s reply.
“Then stand over there against the wall,” said the priest. Then Father Murphy
walked up to O’Toole and said, “Do you want to go to heaven?” O’Toole said, “No,
I don’t Father.” The priest said, “I don’t believe this. You mean to tell me
that when you die you don’t want to go to heaven?” O’Toole said, “Oh, when I
die, yes. I thought you were getting a group together to go right now.”


A petty thief, a teacher and a lawyer die in a plane crash and go up to Heaven’s
gates together.  When they get there they are stopped by St. Peter, who says:
“Sorry, it’s crowded up here, you need to answer a question correctly, or else
you can’t get in.”
He looks at the teacher, and asks her: “What was the name
of the famous ocean-liner that sank after hitting an iceberg?”
“Oh, that’s easy,” the teacher replies, “the Titanic.”
So St. Peter lets her into Heaven.
Next he turns to the petty thief.
“How many people died on that ship?” St. Peter asks.
 “Oooh, that’s tough, but I saw the movie, and I think
it was 1,500.”
St. Peter steps away and the thief walks into Heaven.
Finally, St. Peter turns to the lawyer and says: “Name them.”



May you always have these blessings
A soft breeze when it’s hot
A warm fireside when it’s not
And the comfort of love ‘n’ friendship always






Posted February 24, 2014 by PapaBear in Humor, Prose

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~~~Codlata Oiche~~~   6 comments



The Olympics are now over,

and weren’t they a sight?

Think I’ll pull up the covers

and just say good night ?


May your dreams be of love and peace !




celt heart

Posted February 23, 2014 by PapaBear in Experiences, Personal, Poetry

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~~~The Conversation~~~   2 comments




It’s a quiet winter evening.  He added a couple of logs to the sputtering embers in the fireplace and returned to the sofa.  He closes his eyes and listens…..
Her:  The shadows of a song play softly in my heart, and in the sunset that is in my soul.  It sings in the bright golden dreams and in my mind  gently whispers you name.
Him: What are your dreams of gold…, and what is the song that sings in your heart?  Please tell me.
Her:  The dream is our love, lasting forever and ever.  The song is the untiring melody of that love, playing over and over and over.  The melody is unending and beautiful, sounding fresh, and wonderfully new each time I hear it.
Him:  Sweet darlin’ girl, my heart rises to touch your soul, reaching to find and hold that dream that is ours and know the gentle peace of your love…
The fire dies and the house grows cold.  He sits alone now, thinking of all of the joy, the happiness, and the dreams of love they shared.  He talks to himself…, to no one in the house. Time was too short my love…, a hundred years, a thousand, would have been too short.  The gold has turned to silver, turned to dust”.  He closes his eyes, head settles on his chest, and he dreams.


Her: I’m here with you, sweetness, as I promised I would always be, in your heart and in your soul.
Him:  I feel your touch in the night when I sleep.  I hear your song of love each morning when I wake.  It is your light that keeps me moving forward to finish living the plans that we made.
Her:  Darling, take my hand.  It’s time to come home.  This dream is ended and it’s time to continue our journey.
He rose from the tired body that was his and took her into his arms.  They kissed, then turned and drifted into the ethereal air.
Friends found it the next day, the worn, tired body of an old man, smiling…..

~~~You’re Not Here~~~   5 comments




The evening sky is clear and there lingers a faint pink purple afterglow of sunset. 
Crystalline snow is drifted just below the windowpane, glistening in the soft glow of
a pale yellow moon that is just above the horizon. 
A little time passes and, one by one they  appear in a darkening  twilight. 
It will be a starry night.  The comfortable room is softly lighted by
the flaming glow from the fireplace. 

Wine bottle standing on table before fireplace

A bottle of red wine breathes and warms on a table near the fire. 
The mood is right…, but you’re not here………..