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~~ HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY ! ~~   5 comments

 

 

Know that ye can’t kiss an Irish lass by surprise,

only just sooner than she thought ye might ! 

…and now ’til day be done,

may yer day be filled wi’ Irish fun !

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Lá Shona Fhéile Pádraig go léir!
Sláinte ag!

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Posted March 17, 2017 by PapaBear in Experiences, holiday, Humor, Poetry, Uncategorized

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Prelude to St. Patrick’s Day   4 comments

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Many sites will tell you that the little trefoil known as the shamrock was once known as “seamróg“, pronounced “Seamroy”, meaning “little clover”. They also mention the fact that it is a very common clover that grows heartily in Ireland.

Many agree that the ancient Druids honored it as a sacred plant. The Druids believed the shamrock had the power to avert evil spirits. Some people still believe the shamrock has mystical, even prophetic, powers. It is said that the leaves of shamrocks turn upright whenever a storm is coming.

According to Lady Wilde, the shamrock “enlightens the brain and makes one see and know the truth“.

The ancient Irish Celts also revered the shamrock because it has three leaves, and they considered “3” to be a sacred number. The ancient Celtic Druids believed many numbers held mystical powers.

The three leaves shaped like hearts were associated with the Triple Goddess of Celtic mythology, otherwise known as the “Three Morgans”. The Triple Goddess represented the Triple Mothers, the hearts of the ancient Celtic tribes.

This Celtic tradition of honoring “3’s” continued in Ireland for millennia.

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May the worst o’ yer problems

Be a peaceful sleep,

And sweet dreams.

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~~ The Page ~~   5 comments

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Now is a quiet time

A place for verse

A space for rhyme.

What better way

In heart and mind

To end the day.

The day is ended

Work is done

Wrongs are mended.

The evening sky

In star filled dark

Asks not why

We search for love

‘neath silver moon

And stars above.

In this blissful peace

We find solace

(and) all else will cease.

The spirit inside

Finds its release

And no longer hides.

Words flow easily

The dream begins

And the page is filled.

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GOOD NIGHT EVERYBODY !

Posted January 18, 2017 by PapaBear in Experiences, Personal, Poetry, Uncategorized

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~~ Good Night   4 comments

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Sweet Dreams

Sleep doesn’t come as I close my eyes

I still see the moonlit starry skies

And hear the faint melody of the band inside

As we dance on the beautiful balcony outside

Another slow waltz, as we glide ‘cross the floor

And quietly slip away through the veranda’s back door

Was not in our mind to spend the night at a dance

When under the moonlight we dreamed of romance.

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~~~ December’s Angel ~~~   Leave a comment

Some of you may recognize this.  It’s an annual tradition of mine.  It’s to honor the memory

of a time precious to me, and a brief part of my life shared with a beautiful young woman

who chose to share her love with me.

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At the beginning of December

Conversations turned to snow

It was always in her questions

Wherever we would go

I promised I would take her

So that finally she would know

But angels came to take her home

And she never saw the snow.

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As the chill of winter settles on the land and brings gray clouds the horizon, memories of another December come to mind and I feel a presence, and I hear a soft whisper, “Don’t fret dearest.  I’ve been with you all this time, every day of every year…, and, yes darlin’, even in the snow”.  A quick caress and she is gone again. Christmas…., a time we were, sadly, never to be able to share with each other. 

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In memory of Gayle Marie
12/10/1962 Heaven gained another angel…, and another star shone brightly in the night sky.

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The Night Before   2 comments

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‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring…, except one little gray mouse

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The dog sound asleep on a chair by the fire

Soon to be joined by the cat, as she chose to retire

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Humans all sleeping tucked tight in their beds

Dreams about Christmas danced ’round in their heads

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He scouted the house from his spot by the broom

Making sure that all was safe in the warm, quiet room

He scampered ‘cross the room, feeling happy and free

Around the furniture and he ran up the tree

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Where from limb to limb popcorn garlands were strung

And from it, well spaced, small cookies were hung

Up the tree, to a limb, ever higher he scampered

Crunching and munching and feeling well pampered

Then from a room up above he heard a noise

And thought it might be one of the boys

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Sneaking down the stairs quiet and quick

Hoping to catch a brief glimpse of St. Nick

Down from the tree and across the room

He scampered to his hiding place behind the broom

All was quiet as he went back to his hole

and dropped the armful of popcorn safe in his bowl

He crawled into the matchbox and into his bed

Pulling the covers up over his head

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Then later that night, though he didn’t have proof

He thought he heard sleigh bells up high on the roof

Next morning what a wonderful sight did he see

But piles of presents under the tree

And a box full of popcorn and cookies and cheese

The little mouse smiled as big as you please

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For Santa had come to the little green house

And left a bit of Christmas for the little gray mouse.

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Good Night Everyone !

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Posted December 16, 2016 by PapaBear in Experiences, Family, Memories, Personal, Poetry, Story

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~~ Moonshadow ~~   4 comments

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There’s a stillness in the evening air

It’s beautiful, but cold out there

Not yet, but very soon

Will come the face of a bright full moon

Cannot resist the lure of its light

And wander into the chill of the night

Frozen snow crunches under my feet

And as I walk I soon will greet

My moonshadow.

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Posted December 12, 2016 by PapaBear in A Little Romance, Experiences, Personal, Poetry

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