Ceridwen.tirnanogthelandoftheeverliving
- Name: Jem
- Age: 43
- Gender: Female
- Location: Bath/Cardiff/Swindon UK
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My recent posts
| Title | Type | Date |
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| Re: Volcano. Ballad. | Reply | 11/07/09 |
| Re: Fourteens~~Seasons | Reply | 11/07/09 |
| Re: Curriculum Vitae - Various Forms for an Assignment | Reply | 11/07/09 |
| Re: Curriculum Vitae - Various Forms for an Assignment | Reply | 11/07/09 |
| Re: Full Moons Light..............Villanelle | Reply | 11/07/09 |
| Curriculum Vitae - Various Forms for an Assignment | New Topic | 11/07/09 |
| Re: Queens...........................Sonnet | Reply | 11/07/09 |
| Re: Storm - Willowdown and trinimade | Reply | 11/07/09 |
| Re: Sitting by a still green pool. | Reply | 11/07/09 |
| Re: Scots of the Riverina....... Henry Lawson | Reply | 11/07/09 |
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My blog
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Dreams Can Only Dare - Italian Sonnet
11/06/09 14:06:48 | 0 Comments
You hold my heart across so many miles,
as words in carbon ink express my soul,
in longings you will come and make me whole,
and let my eyes regard upon your smiles.
No roses can I send across these isles,
to say I love you with my heart and soul,
the feelings are so real, beyond control.
Behind the screen as... -
Heavy on the Vine - Villanelle/Tipple
11/05/09 13:24:58 | 0 Comments
Now grapes are hanging heavy on the vine,
in valleys neath the blazing summer sun.
and senses yearn to savour fragrant wine
All thoughts are lost and memories resign,
as dreams recall a time of loving fun,
when grapes were hanging heavy on the vine
For love has flown beyond the mortal line,
but feelings say we are forever one,
and senses yearn to savour fragrant wine
Each night I sleep and find that... -
Morning Tea - Novelinee/Tipple Challenge
11/04/09 09:35:27 | 0 Comments
Quote: Tea is drunk to forget the din of the world. ---- T'ien Yiheng
The sparring kids are screaming through the house,
as mother sighs a weary wish for peace,
and casts an eye over her sleeping spouse,
the chores will have to wait for her caprice.
The brassy kettle boils in clouds of steam,
as dried old leaves let their essence fly free,
a china cup awaits her amber dream,
a drop of milk and silence... -
Echoes of Time - Canadian Sonnet/ Tipple challenge (loosely)
11/04/09 05:42:00 | 0 Comments
Upon the distant hill so proudly stood
as seasons call the winds of time to blow
and I recall the joys of my childhood
and picnics in the sun where dreams still go.
As summer ripens fields of farmer's gold
the winds return to catch the reposing sails
observe the feast of youthful days... -
Chaffing Sore - Italian Sonnet/Tipple challenge
11/02/09 03:11:40 | 0 Comments
One sip has silenced babbling crowds tonight
and all I hear is whispers call me 'Miss'
in rowdy bars that reek of ageing piss
among the crashing glass and hazy light,
where turpitude and sin can seem so right
this world becomes an underground abyssChaffing Sore - Italian Sonnet/Tipple challenge
11/02/09 03:09:45 | 0 Comments
One sip has silenced babbling crowds tonight
and all I hear is whispers call me 'Miss'
in rowdy bars that reek of ageing piss
among the crashing glass and hazy light,
where turpitude and sin can seem so right
in whisky shots I often reminisce,
this world becomes an underground...Eager Anticipatiob - Sapphic stanza/Tipple challenge
11/01/09 10:27:13 | 0 Comments
Her blue eyes captured mine over creamy froth
as aromas of espresso caught on my breath
to jumble with sudden urgency of want
and coffee stained looks.
Succinct glances drift aside to sweet morsels
and discreet flushes burn over the Danish
in hidden conversations desire reveals
the unasked...Soul-Mates - Byr a thoddaid
11/01/09 10:18:39 | 0 Comments
In old renditions of love's lament,
where spirits of time came and went,
the past and future sealed by hand-fast rite
each night their souls our shield..
Beyond the winter's veil they came,
one and all before the athame,
the Celtic path cast the fate of our love,
above the skies we...Samhain Chant for the Dead by Wesley Lowe
10/31/09 09:12:09 | 0 Comments
Magic of Samhain dreams,
Spirits of mystical north,
O' guardian of earth, heed our prayers
Throughout this rite, come forth.
As the stars crown your brow,
This song of wicca ye hear,
Open the gates that our loved ones may pass
And our words draw them near.
Magic of Samhain dreams,
Spirits of mystical east,
O' guardian of air, heed our prayers
At behest of wiccan priest.
As on wings of...
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paisley blue
09/17/09
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paisley blue
09/16/09
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paisley blue
09/16/09
Its fun to be here :)
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Angel of Shadow
04/04/09
~ hiya Jem,
hope you have a wonderful weekend, my friend
see you 'round the Tir
blessed be
*warm hugs*
Sash xx
Teagan De Danaan
03/19/09
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