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This was a response by Allwyn Marcher, (my D&D bard), to having assassins set upon his trail to try and make him either shut up or die.
This song (poem) I wrote 1-18-11 should be easy to understand. It's about my neighbor and politics at that time and place; but, a few changes in my writing to fit into today. I once had a neighbor who claimed he was abducted by aliens and the way he spoke sounded actually just like Carl from Sling Blade. At that time Obama was president. This song is comedy.
I wrote it a year ago, shortly following a tarot reading
Some say it's...finding themselves.....and accepting it.....
Hokianga Harbour....
shifting power bases
A random mix
Poetry for cats
Another poem/Song from the Quill of my D&D alter Ego Allwyn Marcher This one is an attack on an Order of holy of knights who abandon the Vows they made in order to gain political power, The time Allwyn wrote this and started to "perform" it on the streets of Cordor This order was attacking and killing any who dared speak out against their crimes, On the basis of Were the good guy so if you don't support us you must be the bad guys It was a Fun time Role Playing an annoying Bard
Crushin on a military Cancerian
It’s summer out there
Just a little humour and a lot of sugar!
The family,,, they are there,, they expect something that i dont know,, i never ask for anything,,but they expect soo much,,, I dont know why,,im just me,,,i wish they couldl see,, they are just different to me, please leave me alone, let me be.
It speaks
Nerd time I play Fantasy RPG games In one D&D setting I play a Character that is a Bard Another song/Poem By the Bard Allwyn Marcher
Nothing special - just waking to find spring is truly in the air.
Nerd time I play Fantasy RPG games In one D&D setting I play a Character that is a Bard Another song/Poem By the Bard Allwyn Marcher it is self explanatory
I wrote this piece 3/27/1998. It's a blues/ a little jazz song. Every cities the same, except the people that live there.
Country times
I remember Rob and Fab from Milli Vanilli saying a large part of their success was eating right with lots of fruits and vegetables. I saw a retelling of my favorite story from my youth of The Pumpkin Giant. In it a boy gets in shape and teaches the fat girl how to get in shape too. His dad kills the pumpkin giant, his mom makes yummy pumpkin pies, her dad the king knights the dad for killing the pumpkin giant after eating a pumpkin pie that grew out of his busted up head, and they all live happy and healthy together.
Feeling love and bored at same time
A scene can change from peaceful to violent.....nature must be respected....
This Poem came to me when i was sitting here, at my computer, and becoming really, quite angry, i mean really REALLY ANGRY! For no reason at all. I Love you. (Send money!!!!) JUST KIDDING! Relax, willya? ~The End~ This makes me mad. All of it.
One of my favorite golf shots happened long ago with my brother. It was a par 3, first shot off tee went into a bunker, second shot stayed in the bunker, third shot rolled onto the green and into the hole, a par.
A message inspired by how God speaks more than man could ever if we just stop to hear Him.
I want to find someone who does not think I am either more than they can handle , or less deserving of them and their expectations ... and just simply happy with who I am to be with me forever ... I want somebody
Madman in the hills
All have a story to share, but time outcome can change, leaving signs Of path taken, the ups and downs causing smiles, sometimes frowns Marking time, no decisions made some people important, others fade Yet every step, choices lead a way to
remembering a friend......
Tribute to all those loss September 11, 2001
Is it merely a poem that I love writing I love riding poems are at least expressing palms I'm also a philosopher of life I believe in things that may be and may not be I look at things in straight eyes and not I don't wear Rose colored glasses I see things the way they are some people look at things in a positive way and some people look at things in a negative way this is what makes us all different and great ways if no one really understands negative and positive always attract their selves no matter what you cannot put a positive positive together they just won't work if you're a magnet but if you flip them over and try to put them together they will stick together so hard that it's very hard to pull them apart life is like a magnet you have to be attracted to each other to be able to make it work
Even Covid can't put spring on hold......
I wrote this one 1-18-11. It consists of story, myth, to reality; or, just a song depending on how you look at it.
some random thoughts from the bottom of my red wine glass
The quietness of a morning fog blanketing my rural valley causing such a stillness to overtake all other normal activities....its very peaceful.
I can’t give my heart away because it’s ceases to exist on this plane maybe the next. in this way or that way I’ve gradually found my way, even though it goes against the grain. I got nothing to lose. I keep a solid mind and a settled state with
a smile is good for you - when days seem rough and long - a smile will give you joy - replacing all the wrong and make your life anew.https://p0.pxfuel.com/preview/820/204/862/smilie-smiley-happiness-positive-royalty-free-thumbnail.jpg
Something I wrote about my Twin Flame, shortly after I received his ring in the mail and him proposing to me --- (he lives in Scotland; the plan was to move out to him, and live there together)
Into this void Off liquid one so small From tiny dot One thus grow Two limbs Four limbs now grow One choirs emotion Motions the head one floats one drwells in the void of liquid life ones tail does follow as one swims about sound from outsi
Two St Bernards in a bar
I wrote this parody of Take Me Out To The Ballgame last year when the corona virus was shutting down all sports. I remember seeing the Minnesota Twins play on TV in a bar in Minnesota and seeing cardboard cutouts of people in the stands.
Our favourite season, or it was... just not the same, since my husband passed.. God, I miss him!
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