greetings and salavations...ah...salutations!yes thats it!I have just moved in,and we are currently under destruction.I mean construction.So lean back,have a pint,and be merry,and drop me a line if you are so inclined.
HARP
The dictionary states a harp as being "a stringed musical instrument being of triangular design,being played with the hands.
Now I don't know about you,but I choose to think of it as a mystical and magickal instrument as well.It figures in well in with the gods.The daghda's harp could make a man cry,make him laugh,and make him sleep.Other harps endowed thier users with magickal gifts such as wealth,the power of invisability,and again the power to make one fall in love with a person.Now with all these traits I would say it is definitely more than "just" a musical instrument.In it,as well as all things,its soul is in the song it plays,and the,not to mention the stories told,of loves lost,loves found,hate,wars,of victors,and the oppressed.truely so much more than just an instrument,Not to mention the kadielioscope of emotions it invokes.
BODHRA'N
The bodhra'n as descibed in the dictionary is "an irish folk frame drum,usually 18 inches in diameter,roughly 4 inches thick,with a wooden cross-bar in the back,and a head of cured goatskin.Again I believe its so much more.They obviously have no idea of the history of the bodhra'n.The number of brave warriors they had led into battle,the songs they had accompanied,and again the emotions they had evoked.
NOW A BIT ABOUT ME
Well,lets see....you already have my name.I am a lover of music,poetry,(especially my own)and mythology.Player of guitar, harp,bodhra'n,and very little of the bag-pipes.I work on my stained glass in Westbrook,Maine.Actually that is where I do most things.My vast managerie of creatures,swords,and other obscure collectables seem to keep me company. So here we are at beginnings,also some endings,(unfortunately)with much to share.I will definitely write again soon.TTFN.
Now it is a time of new beginnings! I have found Tina T., a incredable lady, who is my fiance, and will be my wife in a very short time! I will never know how I got so lucky, but I have, and I shall never let her go.
MY POETRY
(some mushy,some forlorn)
Thee
As I awoke this morning
My first thought was of her,
She who is my life.
As I sat there,
I couldn't help but wonder
Is she doing the same?
And then it came to me,
That answer for which I longed.
In that brief instant I knew.
I was not afraid of it,
Rather I embraced it.
I knew as I saw her in my mind.
She kissed me gently on the lips and said;
"Soon my love,
So very soon,
And then you shall know my sweet embrace!"
And as I sat there,
A warmth came,
And flooded my soul.
For I knew,
I truely knew,
She loved me so.
Author,DAB
Na Ru'ndiamhair(a mystery)
I still remember walking home ,
On that foggy summer night,
With the sound of the sea,
Ringing off the quay
I thought of you,
Worlds away,
Wondering if the moon we stared at was one in the same.
And still I wondered if you cared for me,
Your voice echoing off the waves,
As they pounded upon the shore.
And still it haunts me,
That summer night,
For now I know I cannot know,
For in my soul it always will be.
Author,D.A.B.
Mo' Gean
As I walked down the crowded streets,
I wondered,
"Does she love me?"
I saw a million different faces,
With a million different answers,
And still I do not know
"Will she think of me?"
I wondered on that chilly octobers' eve,
And still the answer torments my soul.
When daylight came,
As I unlocked the lonely door,
To an empty room,
And the answer came.
And still I do not know.
Author,DAB
Do Sibh
I wonder if on some far distant day,
We too shall stand upon this hill,
And watch the western sky fall.
Until the crimson turns to purple,
Then to grey.
to hear sweet souls sing upon the waves,
Silver and gold upon the sea.
The Moon comes up and is kissed by the Sun,
And then she drops her viel of night.
He goes to his rest,
Until he rises from his slumber,
And soft twilght fades away.
How often I wish we had shared the sun,
Setting in glory,
How often I waited on a twilight star alone,
Or the Moon with her Ladies,
Riding in the sky.
To wrap us in their beauty afar,
While sweet words we spoke,
With never a word,
"Thus may it ever be"
Author,DAB
(a brief thought,"In love we are enraptured,two souls made as one.)
The Sky On Fire
I saw the sky on fire,
This cold December day.
It reminded me of my soul,
when I was young,
And I thought I knew what love was.
Then I rememberd the ice she brought down on me,
Saying that love was over,
That it was an illusion,
Merely made up in my own mind.
It is strange I still have that feeling,
That old pain,
The raw pain,
From what feels like centuries ago.
Those eyes of ice,
Putting out the fire in my soul.
I have come close,
But never met at the cross-roads,
the one I seek,
Fire in her soul,
Lighting the sky on fire;
Was it her doing this?
On this cold Decembers' day?
Author,DAB
The Sands Of Time
In the sands of time I remember
All those years ago,
A grain of sand in the desert,
Where not a flower grows.
And still I can remember
Eye to eye
And hand in hand
Walking through that desert sea,
On golden waves of sand.
Author, DAB
The Path
So I sit upon this path called life,
And I have walked so many miles.
The lonely eyes stare back at me,
The voice that was once sweet,
Now mourns in sweet sorrow.
I walk alone upon this path called life,
Knowing it is my own.
Author,DAB
An Old Man Walking In The Woods
I met an old man walking along the road,
Staff in hand,
Covered with an old shawl.
He said"beware young man of the ,
Or you shall be like me,or you shall be like me."
He said he'd been the king of many a green,
And also yonder tree,
He'd been the king of many a wood,
.
And also yonder green
I asked him why he walked this road alone,
Save for the company of me,
The wheel has spun,
And spent its' days,
I did not heed the call.
I listened only with my head,
Not with my heart at all.
I shall no more be a king,
The old man said to me.
I heard the stag,
The owl,
The bear,
And now they come for me.
He walks with withered frame no more,
No more in agony.
He walks with withered frame no more,
And with the Sidh'e is he.
Author,DAB
Beauty of the Soul
I saw her last night in the crowded bar,
not knowing but something drew me to her
a new flame?
an old flame?
one which I might never know?
as the night went I might never have known,
there was a beauty that dwelt within her,
a radiance of her soul.
Author,DAB
BARDIC PHILOSOPHY
Three things from which never to be moved:
Ones' oaths;Ones' Gods,and the truth.
The three highest of causes of the true human are:Truth,Honour,and Duty.
The three candles that illuminate every darkness:Truth,Nature,and Knowledge.
TRI CHOF YNYS BRYDAIN
(Bardic Responsibilities)
the office and funtion of the British or Cambrian Bards was to keep and preserve "Tri Chof Ynys Brydain":that is the three records or memorials of Britain,or which is otherwise called the British Antiquity,which consists of three parts...The one of the said three Cof is the history of the noteable acts of the kings and princes of this land of Britain and Cambria;and the second of the three Cof is the language of the Britons for which the Bards ought to give account for every word and syllable therein when they are demanded thereof and to preserve the ancient tongue and not to intermix it with any foriegn tongue,And the third Cof was,to keep the genealogies or decent of the nobilty,thier division of lands and thier arms.
BARDIC POETRY
My tongue is not free in the Place of the Goddess,
For Her glory is the offering of milk,
Of dew,
Of acorns.
(Author unknown)
Be silent,
Unwise bards who only speak in rhyme,
Who cannot judge between truth and falsehood.
If you are primary bards,
Formed in the land of promise,
Tell your king of his fate.
It is I,
Who am a diviner and an inspired bard,
Who will do so.
Taliesin the Elder
I praise the one who,
To keep gaurd over me,
Did bestow my seven senses,
From fire and earth,
Water and air.
One is for instinct,
Two is for feeling,
Three is for speaking,
Four is for tasting,
Five is for seeing,
Six is for hearing,
Seven is for smelling.
(Author unknown)
DINDSENCHAS
Gabal Glas,Son of Ethadon,Son of Nuada Argallainn,took away a bundle of twigs,which Ainge,the Daghdas' daughter,had gathered to make a drochta thereof.For the drochta which the Daghda used to make,would not cease from dripping while the sea was in flood,though not a drop came out of it during the ebb.
(Author unknown)
I have become a predicting bard... I have been a cat with a speckled head on three trees. Three times I have been born, I am a wonder whose origin is not known. I have been an instructor to all intelligences, Firstly I was formed in the shape of a hansome man, While I was held prisoner, Taliesin the Elder Y GEIR YN ERBYN BYD
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