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RE: What are you grateful for?

Hi Clodagh mmm kinda chuffed myself but I have more to do and tomorrow is another day,
......but you wanna know something it's easier this time around, because of you and people like you.
A big thanks

RE: favourite poems

The Ballad of Father Gilligan

The old priest Peter Gilligan
Was weary night and day
For half his flock were in their beds
Or under green sods lay.

Once, while he nodded in a chair
At the moth-hour of the eve
Another poor man sent for him,
And he began to grieve.

'I have no rest, nor joy, nor peace,
For people die and die;
And after cried he, 'God forgive!
My body spake not I!'

He knelt, and leaning on the chair
He prayed and fell asleep;
And the moth-hour went from the fields,
And stars began to peep.

They slowly into millions grew,
And leaves shook in the wind
And God covered the world with shade
And whispered to mankind.

Upon the time of sparrow chirp
When the moths came once more,
The old priest Peter Gilligan
Stood upright on the floor.

'Mavrone, mavrone! The man has died
While I slept in the chair.'
He roused his horse out of its sleep
And rode with little care.

He rode now as he never rode,
By rocky lane and fen;
The sick man's wife opened the door,
'Father! you come again!'

'And is the poor man dead?' he cried
'He died an hour ago.'
The old priest Peter Gilligan
In grief swayed to and fro.

'When you were gone, he turned and died,
As merry as a bird.'
The old priest Peter Gilligan
He knelt him at that word.

'He Who hath made the night of stars
For souls who tire and bleed,
Sent one of this great angels down,
To help me in my need.

'He Who is wrapped in purple robes,
With planets in His care
Had pity on the least of things
Asleep upon a chair.'

-- W.B.Yeats

RE: favourite poems

Thats only Beautiful Nuala...It says it all

RE: What are you grateful for?

Bless you A..you have been a good & loyal friend...thank you

RE: What are you grateful for?

Hey cheers mate....us Monaghan folk are a stubborn lot.

RE: What are you grateful for?

Thank you K...as I said on "that" thread....its a battle won...the war goes on.
No Surrender...not an inch

RE: What are you grateful for?

Thanks IM....I may not be sweet, but I am wholesome
Yeah it could be the start of a new dance craze..."the Five Knuckle Shuffle"...cheaper than duracell

RE: What are you grateful for?

Thanks LL....I'm for the high jump again in the morning but at least I seem to be getting somewhere.
hmm seems I have started a sub-thread and on a wet Monday morning...ooops

RE: What are you grateful for?

" A flexible friend?....That will do nicely"

RE: What are you grateful for?

Thanks LM...as they same in Tesco's "Every little helps" ....Cant say I know what Ann Summers slogan is.....?????????????

RE: What are you grateful for?

RE: What are you grateful for?

The news I got this morning when I went up to pick up my anti-nausea stuff at the hospital.
Good news....very encouraging. The chemo seems to be working.....

RE: Name your favourite or favourites Rock songs of all time.

Careful with that axe "Sharmini"

RE: Name your favourite or favourites Rock songs of all time.

my most listened to (does that count)

silver machine (Hawkwind)
Whole lotta love (Zeppelin)
You shouldn't do that (Hawkwind)
Dont fear the reaper (Blue Oyster Cult)
Spirit of the age (Hawkwind)
One of these days (floyd)
Obscured by clouds (Floyd)
Won't get fooled again( Who)
living in the past (Jethro Tull)

Etc etc etc etc....... Shine on

RE: bored

Great that your back, it was't the same without you

RE: Longest you have been parted from your children?

My son was away for 3 weeks last year, it was like a lifetime.
A micro-second is too long. Depends on your circumstances I guess,
I could say 6 years come June in my other childs case.
I hate been parted from him!

RE: Names

John...nice to meet you

RE: favourite poems

Someone sent you a flower
Log in
Who has been viewing...?
Her again....!
His only friend..
...Flickering in the corner of one eye.
Driftwashing of petals and banality
And the insidious one-liner
Silently...less than eager, it seemed,
than a nebulous glow from a hopeful seventh sister.
Log in
A clock unwinds...
...a flower died.
Log in
“of course I’d love to meet you”

"Oh dance Electra dance,
... be with your innocent one
on the shore of your lonely sea."

An Amethyst birthstone
Adorned adoringly by
Her smile on a cheap phone
Sleeplessly regarded.
Promised...but discreet
Log in
...Profile deleted !!!...

RE: Access to grandparents and aunties

Happy Birthday Karen
I totally agree...unless a mutual understanding can be made the legal route is probably optimal.
I was there once...only my story had a different twist..and had to resort to that route.
But some advice,FD ( Im not sure what age your child is)....be very tactful and discreet..as I found during our experience, my child found the whole thing very very upsetting. Common sense prevailed..but think of your child first !!!!

RE: favourite poems

Cradle Song
by William Blake

Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming in the joys of night;
Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.

Sweet babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Little pretty infant wiles.

As thy softest limbs I feel
Smiles as of the morning steal
O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast
Where thy little heart doth rest.

O the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep!
When thy little heart doth wake,
Then the dreadful night shall break.


Good night everyone

RE: favourite poems

totally agree it has been a pleasure thank you and more to come I suspect
So much talent there

RE: favourite poems

That is wonderful...Sharmini so simple but effective

mine was written as an epitaph of sorts

RE: Are there any mazes in Ireland??

Thats years ago...dont bet on getting lost either, it was tiny (the maze that is LOL)

RE: Are there any mazes in Ireland??

I thought there was a boxwood maze on the grounds of Birr Castle...I could be wrong..

RE: favourite poems

Thanks, Tamarin, glad you liked that as much as I did writing it.

RE: favourite poems

Finally, can I share this one with you
I wrote this for my daughter.

At Play
Dawn of Light, sent to us
Within colors wildly
Dancing...Fondly
Our life and life of life Everlasting
Send forth flower'd rainbows
for a child, our child to follow rainbows
To show all how we feel and breathe and hope
For you and you and you...
....for I have loved you
with a love
Restless seas can never hide.

yours truly

RE: favourite poems

Both Sides Now

Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere, I’ve looked at cloud that way.
But now they only block the sun, they rain and snow on everyone.
So many things I would have done but clouds got in my way.

I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now,
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall.
I really don’t know clouds at all.

Moons and junes and ferris wheels, the dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real; I’ve looked at love that way.
But now it’s just another show. you leave ’em laughing when you go
And if you care, don’t let them know, don’t give yourself away.

I’ve looked at love from both sides now,
From give and take, and still somehow
It’s love’s illusions I recall.
I really don’t know love at all.

Tears and fears and feeling proud to say I love you right out loud,
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I’ve looked at life that way.
But now old friends are acting strange, they shake their heads, they say
I’ve changed.
Something’s lost but something’s gained in living every day.

I’ve looked at life from both sides now,
From win and lose, and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall.
I really don’t know life at all.

Joni Mitchell

This started out as a poem by Joni, but wound up as her most memorable song

RE: favourite poems

It is somewhat sad, I loved this when I heard it recited some years ago..I always felt it was a declaration of birthright.
Glad you liked it

RE: favourite poems

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is unredeemable,
What might have been is an abstraction.
Remaining a perpetual possibility.
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
point to one end, which is always present.

Footfalls echo in the memory,
Down the passage we did not take.
Towards the door we never opened.
Into the rose-garden.......My words echo
thus in your mind.
T.S. Eliot

RE: favourite poems

Thats is just wonderful , thanks for posting that.