Forget You Ne'er I Will

Forget you ne'er I will,

Until the Universe stands still.

The Angels cry unto the skies,

What is the point in life, if lies,

Not truth to ponder on, but hear

The sound of music to the ear,

Of Balance, peace and soothing calm;

Both spirit and body need this balm

Of Healing, as we turn again.

Let's turn in sunshine not in rain.

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Irish Legacy

Sweet Erin I will walk your shores
In mind and body too.
Connemara's rugged grandeur
Killarney's lakes so blue.
Harsh beauty and the silence
Of Wicklow's haunting scene.
The lushness of Meath's meadows
And their forty shades of green.
The mystic seas and rivers,
And Dublin's Liffy blue.
Dear Erin I'm your daughter,
There's nowhere for me but you.
So in shadow and in laughter
My thoughts turn evergreen,
For I am far, but yet not so.
Your child, your wee spalpeen.
You draw me to the Emerald Isle.
My soul yearns just to ride,
Along the bay of Galway
With freedom by my side.

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Legacy Of Addiction

Let me tell you of the legacy I've been left,
Though an addict I am no longer,
Not practising at least, I say
For my self respect is stronger,
But in a flash, a moment fleet
The paranoia it overtakes me,
And for that blinding flash of time,
I'm an addict for all to see.
For addiction is a pattern
Regardless of use short or long.
When the "cogs" kick in" for just that time,
My fear is oh so strong.
Fear that is not logic based,
Which has a mind so wayward.
Upon the circle of pain and fear,
Suddenly I'm heading "seaward"
But when the sun it's face appears
Shining light into corners dark.
When I can't remember the anger and hate,
For now, my addiction I "park"

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The Welsh Dragon

Beware the Welsh dragon,

He huffs and he puffs,

And he scares all the children at night.

For the tales of his antics

They trip off the tongue,

Of the elders who have to be right.

He rattles and roars, and wants to come in,

And sit by the fire with your Ma.

He shrieks and he squeals, makes a terrible din,

‘Til you shake in your slippers with fright.

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For My Son

The realms of love are infinite
Just like the paths of life.
And I will do my best to guide you,
Through the toil and strife.
We'll walk the fields of happiness.
Traverse the lanes of peace.
And I will help you through your journey,
Guide your straying feet.
For though you walk alone my child,
I'm always by your side.
I was privileged to give you life.
Together we'll abide.
I'll teach you all my wisdom.
I'll show you all the joy,
That's waiting for you in your life.
Yes ‘tis true my boy.
For you will walk in tenderness,
With loving hand unfurled.
To help and give a guiding hand
To other boys and girls.

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The Universal Power

God, Goddess, all that is, is around and in all living beings.

It is there in the scent of a flower, in the buzz of a honey bee,

Within the eagle's call as she flies back to her eyrie and her young,

And in the mournful howl of the vixen calling for her mate.

Within the silent stealth of the cat on the prowl, and the thud

Of the horse's hooves, galloping swiftly across the plains.

It is there within the cry of a new born babe, the jewelled

Laugh of a child at play, and the comforting sound of a crackling log fire,

As we rest for a while from our toils.

The Universe is around and within us; there is no beginning and no end,

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Time Is

In the twilight of our years,
When time in wisdom's dried our tears,
I reach for you, and know ‘tis true,
This life was meant for me and you.
The battles fought, a victory won.
It's not time still for our swan song.
We've soothed away the pain and sorrow,
There's much time still to live tomorrow.
You ask 'could we not have seen much sooner,
That our Karmic journey could have been smoother? '
But time's a space, not a line that's been drawn.
We still have now our own new dawn.
There always is a 'sheet' so pure,
‘Tis not just pain we must endure.
For life is meant to teach us much,
Within joy, sorrow, pain and touch.
And then awakes a brand new dawn,
Once more our lives afresh reborn.
‘Twill always be, can you see how?
Years don't count, time is just now.

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The Equine Debt

There's nothing in this world this horse does lack,
Save a proud rider on the noblest of backs.
Down the years he has stood,
Through all bad and all good.
He has toiled and fought,
With we humans, for nought
Save our ego and pride.
For this cause he has died
In the battles of life.
Through trouble and strife.
Steadfast he has carried
Us through when we've tarried.
Putting humans to shame,
With our physical game.
He's shown us to rise,
Reach life's ultimate prize.
To be humble not proud,
To be soft, never loud.
In the final place rest
He has passed the time test,

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The Diamond Queen

She's full tonight, the diamond Queen
In dazzling robes enfold.
Through Universes near and far,
All creatures, her behold.
Some keen towards her radiant gown.
No flicker does she make.
Some glory in her luminous light.
Their eyes her surface rake.
Some marvel at her colours displayed.
Some race to catch her light,
But they never will, for when they turn
She's out of reach and sight.
But me I honour the stately Queen
As she shines her Healing light.
If you can feel her Energy cool
Wrap all around you tight,
She will kiss you and then let you go
On your journey through your life,
But she's always here to guide you on,
Through every stress and strife.

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Whispers In The Twilight

Ghostly shadows in the moonlight
Walk ye softly bye and bye.
Only to the watchful soul,
Will they ever catch your eye.
They slip by oh so silently,
On hoofs as soft as silk.
Their size and colours range
From chocolate brown to shades of milk.
Night time is their playground,
Where they engage in ghostly games,
But when you look, you'll see them not,
Nor ever know their names,
For they linger not on journey's path
Where they move soft as a whisper.
You may never see them stop to talk,
Nor even see but a whisker,
Unless they choose to show themselves
To those they love and trust.
A life time privilege so is that,
For they see you are true and just.

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