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Poetry from the heart.

Post by Feather on 28th September 2012, 13:07

I have enjoyed the company of many feline stars over the years. Sadly, they are now all gone but I have written a poem in memory of each one in which I have tried to capture his/her essence, what made him/her unique to me. They are sad poems as each one was written after their death but I have tried to include happy memories too. I hope you like them. Each poem brought closure to me which I found only after the poem was written.










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Post by Whiskers on 28th September 2012, 14:19

Looking forward to reading your poems, Feather. I have already seen some you wrote on Spirit Love. (I do believe you are Searcher there?)

Such talent should be shared with the world. :thumb: When you are famous I want to be able to say I know you. I knew her before she was famous. Smile purr
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Post by Feather on 28th September 2012, 14:24

Thank you very much. I don't know for sure who you are but probably one of the regulars on SL.



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Post by Whiskers on 28th September 2012, 14:35

@Feather wrote:I don't know for sure who you are but probably one of the regulars on SL.

Yes. Wink
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Post by Whiskers on 11th November 2012, 00:15

toetap Where did you go Feather? catlick
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Post by Kitkat on 13th November 2012, 13:52

@Whiskers wrote: toetap Where did you go Feather? catlick

Feather got distracted somewhat, Whiskers - with a family crisis. I hear that all is okay now in that department, so hopefully we'll be hearing some more from the talented (bardess ?) soon.

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Post by Feather on 10th April 2013, 11:58

Sorry I haven't been here for ages. My mind has been too lazy to cope with more than one forum. I must do better. It may take a little time as I'm off to Inverness next week but I'll be here after that. xxx.



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Post by watchman on 10th April 2013, 17:14

bardess ?


Skald .... surely.
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Post by Kitkat on 12th April 2013, 12:46

@watchman wrote:bardess ?


Skald .... surely.


Oooh, I dunno watchman. Feather might not be too happy being referred to by this description: obgob

Skald
Skald is a grumpy elderly man. He has a particular distaste for the Imperial Legion and often argues with citizens about them. He also has a fascination with war, much to the disapproval of the citizens of Dawnstar.
http://elderscrolls.wikia.com/wiki/Skald_the_Elder


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Re: Poetry from the heart.

Post by watchman on 12th April 2013, 17:38

I was thinking more in terms of ....

"The skald was a member of a group of poets, whose courtly poetry (Icelandic: dróttkvæði) is associated with the courts of Scandinavian and Icelandic leaders during the Viking Age, who composed and performed renditions of aspects of what we now characterise as Old Norse poetry "

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skald


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Post by Kitkat on 12th April 2013, 23:33

@watchman wrote:I was thinking more in terms of ....

"The skald was a member of a group of poets, whose courtly poetry (Icelandic: dróttkvæði) is associated with the courts of Scandinavian and Icelandic leaders during the Viking Age, who composed and performed renditions of aspects of what we now characterise as Old Norse poetry "

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I know. I found that too. Just thought it was funny when I found the other meaning listed straight after it. giggle


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Post by Feather on 14th June 2015, 16:29

OK already---

One of my attempts--

Sorry can't see how to paste the poem here. DUH.



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Post by Kitkat on 15th June 2015, 12:07

@Feather wrote:OK already---

One of my attempts--

Sorry  can't see how to paste the poem here. DUH.


Where are you trying to copy it from, Feather? - and how are you going about copying (and pasting) it? What exactly is the obstacle? Can you be a bit more explicit. Let's see if we can find a solution ........
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Post by Feather on 15th June 2015, 12:35

I'm copying it from Office 10 in My Documents folder. I used todoit a lot on SL but I can't see a Paste button on this page.



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Post by Kitkat on 15th June 2015, 13:13

@Feather wrote:I'm copying it from Office 10 in My Documents folder. I used todoit a lot on SL but I can't see a Paste button on this page.

Okay ...

There are at least 2 alternatives you can try .....

I don't know how you normally make your 'copy' action ..... might be one of these?

1.  Highlight what you need to copy, then right-click your mouse and press 'copy'
    Then when you go to the place where you want to post it, just right-click mouse again and press 'paste' ?

or  

(keyboard shortcut:  Sometimes this works when the above doesn't ...)

2.  When you highlight what you want to be copied - press 'control' plus 'c' (ctrl and c) on your keyboard ('c' for copy)
    Go to where you want to post it and on your keyboard press 'control' plus 'v' (ctrl and v)


If neither of those works for you, you may be in an article as 'read only'.
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Post by Feather on 15th June 2015, 13:20

SPELLBOUND.


SHAGGY SHETLANDS CLEAVE TOGETHER,
THICK, CARPET RUMPS HELD TO THE WIND,
STURDY BEASTS WITH PATIENT EYES
OF CHOCOLATE BROWN.
A HAZY, PASTEL RAINBOW ARCS
ACROSS THE VISION, MERGING INTO
SLATEY CLOUDS OF SILENT MENACE
WHICH RULE THE SKY.
NOW SLEET IS SLICING DOWN TO EARTH;
IT STRIKES THE GLASS WITH FORCE AND STARTLES
BUT MELTS ONCE MORE IN SUNSHINE,
TEPID, PALE.

FOUR WHEELS BUMP AND GRIND ACROSS
ALARMING CAUSEWAY OF HEWN STONE,
ROCKY, ISOLATED PATHWAY
TO MEDITATION.
CHOPPY, FROTH-TOPPED, DANCING WAVES
JIG AND SWIRL TO MUSIC MUTE;
THEY FUSE AND PART, ARE EVER FAITHFUL
TO NATURE’S TUNE.
IN MIDDLE DISTANCE, THERE APPEARS
A LEAFY COPSE OF EVERGREENS,
A HAVEN FOR THE FEATHERED HARBINGERS
OF PROMISED SPRING.

REMOTE HORIZON OF YOUTHFUL DAYS-
CAREFREE DAYS OF HOPE AND LOVE-
IS BROKEN BY A SHEER CLIFF FACE,
MAJESTIC, HIGH.
A SOLITARY GULL DRIFTS BY,
GREY AND WHITE LIKE SEA BENEATH;
IT FLOATS, IT RISES, FALLS AT WILL,
SURVIVES ALONE.
IT HOLDS A SPECIAL FASCINATION,
SYMBOL OF POWER TO OVERCOME
THE VAGRANT WIND, THE STORMY SEA,
FOCUSED, ALOOF.

THE WATCHER SOON FEELS HESITATION
TO ENCROACH ON NATURE MORE,
BUT NO SUCH RETICENCE OBSTRUCTS
THE NEXT INTRUDER.
THE DRONING OF A HELICOPTER
BURSTS UPON THE ANCIENT SCENE,
PERSISTENT IN ITS WHIRLING FLIGHTS
ACROSS THE SKY.
THEN STRANGERS IN A RED-BOX CAR
CREEP ALONG THE RUGGED ROAD,
AND, AS THEY PASS, THEY SMILE AND WAVE
BUT DO NOT STAY.

CROFTS LIE DOTTED ROUND ABOUT,
COSY FAMILIES LODGED WITHIN;
SHEEP AND CATTLE CROP THE GRASS,
LUSCIOUS AND GREEN.
THEY EAT THEIR FILL, ARE UNAWARE;
HAPPILY, THEY CANNOT KNOW
THAT THEY ARE NURTURED FOR THEIR GIFTS
OF FLESH OR FLEECE.
AND SO THE SPELL IS BROKEN NOW;
THE MAGIC OF THE HOUR HAS PASSED,
THE SCENE DISSOLVES, THE WATCHER LEAVES
FOR MAN-MADE HOME.

NECESSITY, CONDITIONING
DRIVE THE WHEELS INLAND AGAIN,
BUT MEMORY HOLDS, FAST AND SURE, THE TIME
SPENT BY THE BAY.




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Post by Feather on 15th June 2015, 13:22

The right click did it. Wowee. :thumb:



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Post by Feather on 16th June 2015, 10:06



Childhood Garden.

Stone steps led from the paving below
Up to my fairyland
Where the winding path drew my tiny steps
And privet leaves brushed my hands.

On my left stretched out my favourite place
Where wild spring flowers grew free
Bluebells, daffodils, tulips and ferns
Surrounding the tall oak tree.

From a low sturdy branch was suspended my swing
Rickety, old but still strong
Where I spent many hours feeling lighter than air
Swinging, listening to sweet birdsong

But the path lured me on past the grey stone wall
To where colours and scents did abound
Columbines, honeysuckle, roses and mint
Spread their magical perfumes around.

A crazy pavement from there led down
To a sunken and stone courtyard
Where my father had fashioned a beautiful pond
And a concrete angel stood guard.

The water therein was deep and clear
A fountain bubbled up free
Golden Orbs and Catfish black
Darted about soundlessly.

Raised up on high and lying proud
Tended with loving care
Was my next delight, the fresh green lawn
A suntrap beyond compare.

Where I’d bathe in the warmth of the northern sun
Or sit on my horse made of wood
Pretending to be a brave cowgirl
Fierce and unyielding of mood.

A rockery steep dropped down on my left
With Pansies and pink London Pride
In the neat border bright Marigolds
And Tom Thumbs grew side by side

Beyond these again the garden was wild
Three saplings flourishing there
While beneath the wall sat the vegetable patch
Lovingly tended with care.

Gooseberries, rhubarb, cabbage and swedes
Raspberries, strawberries sweet
Often enjoyed by me as a child
With sugar and cream as a treat.

But one lingering memory surpasses all
And so it ever will be
‘twas the happiness found on a blistering day
When the family gathered for tea

Tea in our garden with cookies and jam
Sandwiches, biscuits and cakes
We were so fortunate in every way
O, how we loved those homebakes!

My childhood was blessed, surrounded by love,
In that garden I spent happy times.
After so many years these scenes I recall
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Post by Feather on 16th June 2015, 10:09

The voyage home.

Ducking, diving, plunging free
White teeth bared, grinning at me
Fluid power, it sucks and rages
Around my feeble boat it wages
War- war to left and war to right
Surrounding me with liquid might
My craft of life is tossed and blown
Buffeted into seas unknown
I glance behind I see the rocks
Of memory and I feel the shocks
Of bygone shores that brought despair
I know I must not linger there.
Tides are fickle, dragging, greedy
Gaping jaws, alive and needy
Yet something surfaces inside
Fortitude and stubborn pride
Purpose guides my trembling hand
And, rowing, brings me back to land.

With beaded brow and plundered mind
My solitude and peace I find
At last, advancing years have blessed me
Still waters comfort and caresse me
The restless ocean fades from sight
I do not fear the coming night
For in my heart I surely know
I’ve weathered storm and strife and woe
Life’s breakers hold no fear for me
Here on the sands of harmony

I venture further inland yet
I reach a waterfall, a jet
Of cleansing crystal, sparkling bright
It bathes me, draws me to its light
I surrender all my being
To its beauty, to its healing
Powers. My spirit soars with joy and love
Conjuring up a pure white dove

I bless all creatures, bold and meek
Great and small, strong and weak
Parallel are all our lives
Subject to the force that drives
Us from the source that dwells within
To ride the storm-somehow to win

I gaze down from my vantage ground
In gratitude for what I’ve found
Peace and sweet serenity
In this, my new reality.



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Post by Feather on 16th June 2015, 10:23







WISE-UP TIME.


SELFISHNESS IS MEN’S WORST CRIME.
I TEND TO FIND THIS EVERY TIME.
“I’M ALL RIGHT, JACK!” IS THE CREED
WHICH THEY EMBRACE IN THOUGHT AND DEED.
IF YOU FIT IN WITH EACH PLAN,
AND PLEASE THEM EVERY WAY YOU CAN,
THEY THINK, OH, GOOD! I’VE FOUND A FOOL.
I’LL STICK WITH HER AND I’LL BE COOL,
FOR SHE WILL SUFFER BUT SAY NOUGHT.
THIS IS WHAT I’VE ALWAYS SOUGHT!
BUT, LADIES, LET ME SAY TO YOU,
“DON’T DO IT FOR HE’LL MAKE YOU BLUE.
DON’T THINK THAT YOU HAVE FOUND A FRIEND.
HE’LL ONLY DRIVE YOU ROUND THE BEND.
LEAVE! JUST GO WHILE YOU STILL CAN!
DON’T BOTHER WITH ANOTHER MAN,
FOR, TO BE SURE, THEY’RE ALL LIKE THAT,
SEARCHING FOR THEIR OWN DOORMAT.
DO IT SOBER; DO IT DRUNK,
BUT LEAVE THE SMUG, CONNIVING SKUNK!!



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Post by Feather on 16th June 2015, 12:08

CLIMATE OF LOVE.


YEAR ON YEAR, THE SEASONS PASS,
VARIED, YET NOT CHANGING,
LIKE HOPEFUL LOVERS IN THE SPRING,
ACTING, STRUTTING, STAGING!
SILLY BIRDS! THEY CHANT AND SING,
WITH NO THOUGHT FOR THE ‘MORROW,
AND WE, LIKE THEM, ARE ON THE WINGS
OF LOVE- TO STEAL OR BORROW!

“THE” ONE APPEARS; WE’VE BUT ONE THOUGHT,
BEGUILED BY WINKS AND GLANCES,
WE OBEY WHAT NATURE’S TAUGHT,
WE RECKON UP OUR CHANCES!
THE SUN ENVELOPS US IN WARMTH,
IN FORM OF THE NEW-COMER,
THE SKIES ARE BLUE FOR LOVE IS NEW,
AND SUDDENLY IT’S SUMMER!
THE ROSE, LOVE’S FLOWER, LIFTS UP ITS HEAD,
TO MEET THE SUN’S HOT KISS,
WHILE LOVERS, TOO, ABSORB THE JOY
OF CLOSE, ROMANTIC BLISS!

BUT SUMMER IS A FICKLE TIME;
IT SMILES, IT CHARMS, IT PLEASES,
YET- LITTLE DOES IT GIVE AWAY
IN ITS GENTLE BREEZES!
SOON FADES THE SWEETNESS OF THE DAY
FOR LEAVES, LIKE TEARS, ARE FALLING,
SWIRLING DOWN AS HOPES DECAY,
AND AUTUMN COMES A- CALLING!

LOOK UP TO THE BROODING SKY,
SEE THE MOODY WATERS;
CAN LOVE REALLY BE A LIE?
IT’S UNSURE; IT FALTERS.
WHETHER IT BE NIGHT OR DAY,
MUDDY IS THE VISION,
ALL APPEARS IN SHADES OF GREY.
CONFUSION! INDECISION!

WHERE IS SPRING NOW? WHERE THE LARK?
WHERE IS SUMMER’S AWNING?
CREATURES SCUTTLE IN THE DARK,
O, BLACK WINTER’S DAWNING!
LOVE IS LOST; ITS FLOWER IS SPENT.
BEYOND HORIZON’S LIMIT,
IT’S OUT OF REACH, IT’S OUT OF SIGHT
O, WHY DO WE BEGIN IT?
AS MOUNTAIN PEAK, TOO HARD TO SCALE,
REMAINS ALOOF, UNBROKEN,
THE CLIMBER, THO, IS LEFT WITH JUST
A PHOTOGRAPH, A TOKEN.

A LESSON HARSH DOES WINTER TEACH
TO ANIMAL AND BIRD,
BUT THEY ADAPT AND ARE RENEWED.
WHY ARE WE SO ABSURD?
IGNORE THE CALLING OF THE DOVE;
SHIELD THE TELL-TALE EYES;
TURN AWAY FROM SPRING AND LOVE.
THEY’RE MASTERS OF DISGUISE!
LEARN THE LESSON OF THE BIRDS;
HEAR UNDER-CURRENTS RUN
THROUGH THE LOVER’S HONEYED WORDS.
TAKE SHELTER FROM THE SUN!
SEE THE MOON?FORGET THE SIGHS.
APPLY A LITTLE REASON.
THE STARS ARE COLD AS OLD LOVE’S EYES,
AND APATHY’S IN SEASON!1

BUT FEEL NO PAIN OR BITTERNESS;
FEEL NO SWEETNESS EITHER,
FOR HE WHO CAUSES THE DISTRESS
WILL SURELY HARBOUR NEITHER!
YES, LET PEACE INVADE THE MIND,
BRING SOLACE AND CONTENTMENT.
TAKE HIBERNATION OF A KIND
TO BANISH ALL RESENTMENT.
BUT O, BEWARE OF SPRING’S ADVANCE,
WHEN BUDS BEGIN TO BLOOM.
THINK WELL BEFORE YOU TAKE THAT CHANCE
LEST BRIGHTNESS TURN TO GLOOM!















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Post by Feather on 16th June 2015, 12:11

MIST AND LILIES.


MIST IS GATHERING IN THE GRAND SCHEME.
STONES, GREY BENEATH MY FEET,
BETRAY MY STEP, HEAVY AS MY HEART,
TOO HEAVY WHEN THE SILENCE OF THE DEAD
IS RECKONED.
CHARCOAL SKY DESCENDS ON SACRED STONE,
AND, AS I NEAR THE PORTAL,
FACES, GREY AS MINE, REFLECT MY PAIN.

SIDE BY SIDE THE MOURNERS SIT
ROW ON SOMBRE ROW,
FROM WHERE I HIDE MY EYES,
TO WHERE THE MUSIC SWELLS,
INTRUDING ON MY MEDITATION.

PAST AND PRESENT MERGE BENEATH
MY LOWERED LIDS. A FACE APPEARS,
A FACE I KNEW, THAT SMILED ON ME
AND HAD THE POWER TO CRYSTALISE
A DIAMOND MOMENT AND DRAW IT,
SPARKLING, FROM THE DROSS OF TIME.

A PAIR OF DOVE-GREY EYES CONVEY TO ME
A TRUTH THAT I MUST LEARN.
LOUDER THAN THE DISTANT HYMN
THE MESSAGE THAT THEY BRING,
MORE PENETRATING THAN THE PRAYER
I HEAR AFAR, PERFORMED IN
PIOUS PLATITUDES.

DRAW BACK, MY FRIEND, FROM THAT DARK CAVE
WHERE GRIEF AND MELANCHOLY NURTURE
LAMPLIGHT DAYS.
IN MISTY MOOD YOU LINGER, LOST AND LONE,
AND PETALS FORM BEFORE YOUR EYES,
YET LEAVE THE FLOWER UNSEEN.

FOR WE HAD DAYS TOGETHER, YOU AND I,
DISTILLED DROPS OF DAYS
WHEN KINDRED SPIRITS TALKED,
WHEN SOUL-MATES LAUGHED AS ONE
AND PONDERED ON THE PLAITED PATHWAYS
THAT WE TROD.

BUT NOW THE WAY DIVIDES AS IN A MAZE;
OUR VISION IS OBSCURED, AND WE,
LIKE BATS AT DAWN ON HOMEWARD WING,
DO BLINDLY REACH OUT FOR
OUR FUTURE DAYS.
BUT- KNOW THAT NOTHING BREAKS
OR IS FOREVER LOST.
ALL SHALL BE WHOLE AGAIN.

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THE APRIL SUNLIGHT STARTLES ME
AS GREY GIVES WAY TO BLUE.
A PLAYFUL BREEZE TORMENTS
THE LILY STEMS AND BENDS THEM
TO ITS WILL.
BUT, AS I PASS, THEY RAISE THEIR HEADS
AND WINK THEIR EYES AT ME.

SORROW MELTS; I PLUMB THE ICEBERG’S
DEPTH; I VISUALISE THE FAR SIDE
OF THE MOON; I TOUCH AGAIN
THE ESSENCE OF MY FRIEND.





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Post by Kitkat on 16th June 2015, 13:22

Dear Feather,  

It's wonderful to see your eloquent expressions back in print!  Thank you so much for sharing with us here.

'Mist and Lilies' -  I like to think this is your most recent creation and so expresses your current, positive stance(?) happyheart
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Post by Feather on 16th June 2015, 13:43

No, actually, it was written in 1992 after the passing of my friend, Kathleen Mulraine, who was also my cleaner at the time. We were close pals.



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Post by Feather on 16th June 2015, 13:44

She was only 49 when she passed from cancer.



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