Poetry by CelticRose
The Violinist- Inspired by this Video
The lilting melody resonates
As the violinist strums his way
Into motion, hauntingly familiar,
The opening, eeerie notes playing
For the first time ever, performing
And its not the melody that spellbindingly
Lifts the audience,
its not the music that holds them
Captivated
Its the smile of joy that leaves
The violinist with a twinkle
That illuminates his eyes
Alighting his expression
As though, he knows exactly
What's coming next!
As the melody expands and grows
With the golden ribbons that intertwine
Within the silver notes that dance
Collectively around his feet, which
Prance around accordingly to
The music's almost hidden beat.
The rhythmic's voice whispers subtly
In-between the bars and the violinist can tell
The change of melody from afar
As the next musician stumbles in with
A much more graceful sound of a electric guitar
A little verse I wrote for the line dancers over the weekend.
Swirling, twirling, colours in time
Elegant numbers, twisted in rhyme
Synchronised steps of a dance of old
Melodic harmonies of a story retold
The sound that carries over the seas
Line dancers that wear hearts on their sleeves
Hats raised in salute with eloquent charm
As a flurry of dancers take to the floor, bringing
Back 'Just A Memory' of what we are here for!
Diamante dancers are out for the night!
Sparkly shoes - what an incredible sight!
Everybody giggling and having fun
Words of encouragement, "More!" For everyone!
Until we depart into the sun
May our feet be worn out as
We do the very last one!
Awww, Nice Poetry!
A warrior reborn
As the veil of silver water falls over the crevice
And whooshes its way in descent as a stream
Of Light, notice where the warrior is standing
His stance, ever so prepared to fight
But he’s not fighting, he’s protecting
Protecting the one that’s right
And as the sword whips out ruthless in its flight
Divides the air around him in slight
As he stands there vigilantly, nothing amiss
From his goal that is in sight
And the knowledge from that goal is hidden,
Regardless.
A cautious footfall steps closer, though
It could be a friend for all we know
Though doubtless a friend would make more noise
If they are treading carefully in the snow
Awareness settles in, skating along the skin
All the signs are there as we are trembling within
But its that point of momentum along with
The quietness of the night that seizes the moment
As the birds around take flight; though
It is the instant reaction of this warrior
To stand still as the inspiration reignites
As he stands fearlessly, looking at the challenge
Before him, he knows deep down inside, and does
Not try to hide, the mustering of courage deep within
He listens intently, focusing on the sheen of sweat
That drops from the silence around him
As he abandons the thought of fear and becomes
At One with his kin
The enemy is not an enemy, nor is it a foe or anything
The enemy is a friend of a friend, who is an ally
Aligning the knowledge of this within his stride
Be at peace with the friendship that’s drifted;
But take your lesson from it and be at this friends’ side
For in it you’ll find the wisdom that seeks not to hide
And if it feels amiss within; then chances are that there is
But know that the warriors’ truth is vital as his feeling
that there is nothing further there amiss
And as this warrior and his kin stand together amongst many
They will battle side by side; yet not receiving any,
Form of shoulder on shoulder support from all around
They are watching and observing and hoping to be found
His kin may not come from many places; it may not
Be recognisable as kin from high and low, favourable faces
But this warrior’s word is as good as someone else’s
Those two are inseparable; like brothers and sisters;
Family members of the soul; though the connection is there
To learn from, or to teach us, that a life has been spared
All because somebody out there is someone who cared
Truth both Ways
Love is Selfless,
Selfish is Suffering
Surrender is Helpless
Following is Hovering
Hope is Trust
Knowing is Truth
Peace is Just
Learning in Youth
We is All
Death is Transition
Faith to Fall
Focus is Ambition
Ways both Truth
Thanks Nameless :o)
Here's another write That I did over the weekend
The colours dance gently around
Disco Lights swaying not making a sound
Everyone stepping in and out of time
Conscious footwork, knee deep in line
When a track comes on, one that we know
A cheer goes up that its Celtic Duo
Collection for raffle, a pound in the cup,
All donations go to the Heroes of War
Leaving us all to contemplate and be very sure
Of the choices we make to align with our steps
And in time to the beat to help us move our own dancing feet
Encore! Encore! We want some more!
I hear the crowd cry as we dance to the end
May our lives be blessed and may our worries disperse
May we be prepared next time we rehearse
May we learn to conquer the trials and fears
That we've encountered in dancing over the years
A holiday is a holiday, so what more can I say?
We'll see everyone soon as its the beginnings of a new day,
Maybe, just maybe, we'll feel better after breaking our fast,
and sleep away the hours until our next class.
The King Of Hearts
When the King of Hearts and his Queen of Spades rides on ahead,
And I sit waiting, my heart filled with dread, I hear the battling cry, adieu!
Adieu! Each man killed is another soul due, every soul is to give to Death
Word of the wounded is whispered amongst the fallen few
Of bodies scattered amongst the field of red,
each one craving their last breath, each one calling out for mercy,
Others with tears of pain that haven’t been wept
away with every passing moment or hour…
I stand tall, foolishly proud, caught
In a spectrum of untapped power
Watch, as she, the witch, reminds me of Joan Of Ark,
I watch from my perch, as I gaze through the dark
I can see her soul, crying ruthlessly out in pain,
When pride comes before a fall and no mercy is gained.
As they’ve captured my family all over again
As this conflict causes much speculation
This siege, this battle for Democracy, the winner of all,
For the Crown and its right... and as I turn to glance
To look out at the night; my knowledge reflects
To look forward into the light
My uncle used to tell me the not so charms of the King
He knew him through a time when good was surviving
He wouldn’t tell me about his life; but kept going on
And on about the crimes against his wife
When he was good person, not seduced by temptation
When he was a good sovereign, and not limited by treason
When he stood up for himself and all the right reasons
Democracy! Bah! Who would have thought?
Who would have convinced them on the stories they taught?
When I hear that, I know I’m in with a chance
As I wrestle with truth questioning my stance
I have no conviction with every thought in tow
I lean forward and reach for my uncle’s pet boa.
What kind of man keeps a snake in his home?
No man I know, unless, of course, he wishes to go.
When all we have is crumbled in peril
All four pillars will stand as one
When war rages on, soldiers fallen
Depression becomes suppression into
A song that weaves its way through the battle
Down over the Southern fields to the stone table
When legends of old are outnumbered
Wounded souls become wary and lost
Try to live a balanced medium, remember your path
When you’ve made it livable; remember it
When you’ve gotten to the best, the challenge is
Putting your strengths and weaknesses both to the test
To the West and the crown of the gentle mountains
The Northern Slopes and hills on high
Be watchful, be mindful of all surroundings
Including the beloved midnight sky
You are an amazing poetess <3
You know Sun92, that last one? I can't remember writing it but it must have been co-created.
The Mystic Journey
Cherry trees blossom as the sunlit path weaves around
The corner of the snow-capped mountain’s crested hill
And while this sun-kissed path curves into a smile,
On it a guiding mystic travels, her barely silent footsteps
Journeys on, not wanting to be found, for fear her voice
Once heard would make her stop to make a sound
Angels, Oh, Angels, she would say in her mantra of positivity
Continue guiding me here and far away, through the difference
Of our lives, continue guiding me so that I can pray to help
Strangers realise that YES You are here and you exist!
And really, in reality, may anyone that hears your call
Feel gracious, humble and accepts you all
To be heartfelt as your heart has said, to relay
All that’s needed without fear being the root of honesty
But to shield you and them, both in love, trust, and perfect harmony
So this mystic walked far away off into the prospective night
And from her journeying, she realised, that life was not Life
Without living through the daylight, so from the storyteller on this morn’
Were very two different stories that were born, and both of which,
That told of an unwritten fable that was told to the worthy and the able
That spoke of a love as old as Father Time and which told of trust within
The Earth that never before had been fulfilled to a dream amongst many
That adjusted a new beginning and vision born unto one with the mystic
That walked beneath the sun
Yes, that mystic could be me, you, or even the male…
That sat in the corner with his brisket and ale
That could be doused with the sovereign of the moon
That could not be listening to his, hers, or your heart anytime soon
That could be suffering like you or them, but knowing when to tell someone
And when to be friends; safe in the knowledge that support is there
Is a voice of an earth angel or a medium who cares
And bringing these messages of love and joy through from our loved ones
That we pass from Spirit unto you, is part of the work that is forever true
To ourselves and our heart, in which Love always lasts!
Starry-eyed gazes alight upon us as we foretell of a journey
That restores the faith and the trust, with both parts of the story
As the earth-shattering truth encourages us through the night
As we revisit our family and look back at our youth
Peaceful Tears heal within as the heart is well-rested
Happy Tears heal again as the mind is well-bested
And the mystic has found a home; its the soul that lets her know
That even she has been tested….
But home will always be where the heart is
As mediums learn this too; its different from what it means to me
And it will be different again in what it means entirely to you
The blossom from the trees carries the Mystic’s voice in
As a gentling whisper on the wings of the wind
And its as this is translated, the Mystic’s word is fated
As the world awaits; their breath baited
The Mystic continues, her stride, belated
The blossoms fly on high peacefully on a journey from beyond the sky
And as we settle again to talk with friends, this journey has reached
A peaceful end, because that’s all that’s really need to be said
Fill your heart with love, but not with negative dread
Set aside your worries and cast your burdens be
Allow Angels, Mediums, Earth Angels to help you
And forever in your heart, be free…
To journey on forward to your destiny!
CelticRose 2017
The Snow Queen
In a land of enchantment where Jack Frost has been
And frosted the countryside for the Queen
After prancing about with be-spelled feet
He seems to have picked up the magical beat
A beat that twists, twirls and spins around
Weaving a melody with notes that don't make a sound
And let me tell you this, ole friend, he will dance
This track until the bitter end, for its this song
That mankind brought in which thawed the Queen's hymn
As this Siren's song echoed in sorrow
The people here know that there's more tomorrow
So at night they sleep until the snow has fallen
And wait until morning when the sun has arisen
Until they know that the spell has stopped
And peace has shattered the Queen's call
For they know that peace will reign after all
Its in this fairy-like tale when snow is a-melting
And the magic of sunrise knows its helping
To thaw the fear within the old Queen's heart
Knowing the bewitchment that cannot last
Knowing that a new Queen has yet to be borne
Knowing that she's yet to become this Queen's thorn
As the snow vanishes, Old Wintertime's battle is won
And so starts the beginning of a new era
Where the old magic is undone
CelticRose 2017
The Book of Wisdom
Featherlight and angel dust sparkles
As the scarlet ribbon rested firmly on the page
Wisdom is scattered within the words
As the page turns golden yellow with age
Dreams outnumbered, powers spent
As the woman inside you decided
Where it is that you are going? And
Why you did not decide to hide it?
Time gone by, stories a-muster
Feather light touches among angel wings
Gathered you around in divine love cluster
Of crystalline energies and shiny things
Where are you going, my lovely one?
Do you not think to read the signs?
Journeys awaiting so no hesitating
Make sure you read in between the lines
The army's approaching; hark the thunder
Of Hooves as their horses clatter around
The raindrops drizzling mask the sound
Of the incoming fury of the battle's noise
As they leave the page shrouded in dust
Knowing that trusting their comrades
Though is a must even while the journey
Itself can be tough
The story itself flourishes neatly
As the dark splurges of ink coordinate sweetly
As the words portray the story of old
They transform from thunder to crystallised gold
Truly my friend, my brother in arms,
Did you not think they were special?
As they fought courageously, and
As this scarlet ribbon is swept aside
The secrets are no longer secrets to hide
The words themselves transcended to ash
As the bodies be shells and their spirits rise
And the sounds of the battle no longer dispersed
And the spirits will mourn the loss of their men
But knowing quite wilfully their hosts will ascend
Into Heaven where their fight has ended eternally again
But a new beginning has blended so this is not the end
This story is eternally written in love
And sent from the Muse from the Goddess of Light
Now this writer can craft it as she stargazed at Night
But truthfully, this poem is one of the many that is heard
As the pen be-spelled the sword, word unto word
Some say the pen is more mightier than the sword in its defence
But I guess we won't be certain; although these words are
Heaven Sent
CelticRose 2017
My Castle of Dreams
When an infamous writer told stories in rhyme
That mentioned an ancient country with a castle in mind
But as the mythical mysteries were passed along
Through generation to generation as time moved on
No longer was the tale kept alive
But rumour has it, one was revived
And this is the tale that did survive!
* * *
One November morning at first light
Just after the sunrise engulfed the Autumnal night
The wan sunlit rays alighted on the sea
But perhaps I should've realised then
That my journey wasn't truly meant to be
But hindsight, as the sailors say is only half and half
Sometimes if the foolish words that have been spoken
Only a fool could have the lasting laugh!
So its on this day my quest truly started
And I boarded the galleon ship known as the Dragon
(If only I'd known then as wisdom parted
Then I'd be still alive but broken-hearted!)
As the Dragon departed from the shore
Leaving me and my crew still breathing
As we prayed that the turbulent of waves would be
All that we ever saw
As night fell, our ship drifted across the ocean deep
Crewmen remained amongst us keeping vigilante watch
For pirates, while the rest of us fell asleep
The ocean seemed calm again, as though
It had never been turbulent before
But there was always room for trouble yet
Except, I would rather not think about it anymore.
A few days hence the warning came
Another ship had been seen, even though
Distance was safely put in-between
As the rebels took it on themselves
To attack this vessel of English pride
The captain actually took me aside
And told me that I should hide, if
I wanted to reach the city with the castle soon
He would grant me a special boon
Courage was what I took with me as I thought
With the will to survive it as I was taught
The rebels themselves took our crew
No women among us, just me and you.
Our vessel breathed fire as much as it could
Before we could abandon ship though the rebels caught us
And then the Dragon was burned to dust
And the rebels, which we knew that we shouldn't trust
Taught us that discipline was indeed a must!
The Captain himself showed us justice
as well as how to trade with local folk
over a period of time
and it would seem that the story itself is actually true
that the sea swirled around the city taking it down
and the city itself became a derelict town
the castle, still standing is built in the sand
and not even the storm would wear it away
for it still stands as the castle of dreams to this very day
I questioned the story of old
That has been lost over centuries not foretold
By the ancestral parties and over generations before
Transformed into a legendary myth, but nothing more
The Rebel Leader and Captain rose to walk out of the door
Pointing that this Castle of Dreams
And the old city was indeed on the oceanic floor
Lost to Eternity forever more
It was better to leave things as they were meant to be
It was better to not dwell in the past
But to be in the present and make good things last
Be thankful for what you have and be satisfied with that
For you never know, in an instant, when death is your friend
And you may never know when you could live your life again
But one thing is for certain now even with this illusion
The story itself that eludes me further and this is my conclusion.
The Castle of Dreams that my soul had sought
Was no more than a castle built in sand
Which could be crafted and built by my own hand
The hands of fate could not be changed
As I needed to explore, but without calling the Captain by his name
To find out for myself what this myth was about
As well as trust in the answer, which gave me no doubt
That this tale has surfaced at the right time
And the tale of the Dragon has changed its name
To a shorter version that I wanted to call
My Castle Of Dreams
Which I hope will indeed enlighten us all
And remind us that life is not always as it seems
But to remember the wisdom conveyed within
Not to live like a pirate and dwell with sin
But to appreciate joy and merriment to share
With friends and laughter from here without a care
With love entwining us as we remember the written word
Knowing the answer and our voice has been heard
Knowing that the questions indeed are no longer asked
Or the next generation has either been tasked
With discovery of the castle of dreams
For Everyone's Home is a Castle - Our Castle
It seems!
Great poems, Celtic!! I enjoyed them all very much, but my favorite is My Castle of Dreams. Thanks for sharing them.
No worries LunaSee, thanks for reviewing them. These are all writes found in my folders on my computer. I did write them earlier this year with my faery guide - she usually brings these in and the inspiration for them. Its also a form of automatic typing, that I use to write them. If I don't write them down straight away, the work is lost or abandoned.
Journey of An Earth Angel
As your earth angel wings unfold into a loving embrace
And your energies of spirit are blessed with grace
And as you step onto your path, where old love once lost is
Now in the past
Its to you that I grant this joyful wish
That you and your loved ones’s dreams be doused with bliss
Happiness shower you at every turn and may your gentleness
That may help you further on your quest, but soothe your soul to
Be beautiful, in a humble way so that you can help someone else
And brighten up their uneventful day
May goodness come from the deeds you do
May your heart’s word and intent always be true
And as you continue to help, to do what’s right
May you embrace the future with all your might
And now as I continue with this verse
Assuring all that there is a chance to be heard
To be helped unconditionally, when there is no catch
To be accepted intentionally where justice is just that
To be productive, and reborn where success is foretold
And to be motivated to continue your journey of old
And to infuse words with love for stories that are sold
If the intent is there and the heart’s in the right place
Then you know you can only go your own way at your own pace
Its best if you listen to your higher self, but not to discount
What you feel, for you are keeping it right but keeping it real!
And may reality-check in with you occasionally
To ground and anchor you indefinitely, by sharing love
Trust and wisdom to those few, it acknowledges peace
And its existence too, we can not ask for anything but
Impart wise knowledge from me unto you
And may you find the answers you seek
In your mind and in your physique
In your awareness and healing the soul
And may you believe in the heart’s word
Before the truth is soon heard…
Believe in your sense of self and happiness too
And these words I direct from me onto you
For its by sharing this poem that I know what’s right
And its by sharing these words that are infused with light
May your fearfulness and worry be vanquished aside
And may your brightness of self show joyfulness inside
Even though many of us have wisdom to share
And maybe its enough to encourage you to see how you fare
Perhaps its just enough that you know that somebody cares!
As you embark onto a new journey of positivity without further ado
And you are embraced lovingly by perfect friendship and harmony
From those around you, may you surround many in this love and light
And may it see you safely through your on-going fight
Even if some days it feels like everything is insane
Maybe it might help you to know this is the same!
But by shifting the perspective, it may not be quite so mundane
To know the difference between what you can and can’t change
To know the difference between tonight and tomorrow
And to quell the feelings of misery and sorrow
By shining your inner light beneath the moon,
You know that tomorrow may come all too soon
But at least that way you will have made the choice
And at least this way your feelings are voiced
Smile away! For a smile is worth gold!
Verses unwritten need not be told
And earth angel, be blessed, for your path is clear
Sweep away doubts and disperse your fears
For we of Spirit Guides and Angels may cleanse away
Your sorrowful tears and surround you in angelic light
So that you can learn how to decide for you what’s right
May you learn how to be someone else’s guide as well
May you listen to your heart’s word and all that’s said
May your path be heartfelt and mind be spiritually, at ease
No longer feeling the urge to release
Those old emotions that cannot be shared, now forgotten
As your new self has dared to journey on into a new reality
And you can now find it in yourself to be free!
wow Rose! Thanks so much for sharing these! They are so magical, and indeed, as you mentioned, they paint a story w/ words.
absolutely beautiful!
Hi hopeful, thanks for your kind words of wisdom there 🙂
Just love the natural gait of cadence inspiring a depth of soulfelt spirituality.
Beautifully written CelticRose.
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CelticRose wrote: ↑Fri Apr 07, 2017 12:34 pm
The Mystic Journey
On it a guiding mystic travels, her barely silent footsteps
Journeys on, not wanting to be found, for fear her voice
Once heard would make her stop to make a sound
And the mystic has found a home; its the soul that lets her know
That even she has been tested….
But home will always be where the heart is
As mediums learn this too; its different from what it means to me
And it will be different again in what it means entirely to you