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A few Fairy Poems

Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010


Penelope, oh Penelope
Your Daddy came to me to sprinkle his sand
Now I’m sleeping in another land
Penelope, oh Penelope
Now come to me, take me by the hand
Lead me to that place so grand

Allow me to glance within that shining orb
Allow me to remember, to absorb
Show me the things of importance / benign
Show me each and every sign
Bring me your dream, and give me a nudge
Then from its course don’t let me budge

Penelope, Oh Penelope
I thank you from my head, my heart
I thank you for showing me where to start

Come this way and this way and this way and that
Grab your t-shirt your shoes your pants and a hat
Come this way and this way and that way and this
Don’t forget to give your Cyndi a kiss!

The Faun
Set aside that notion up on a high shelf
Think of nothing not even the self
Take a walk by the branch and the wood
Do it all for your own special good
Moon over head with a path up ahead
Take the one by the half-a-wood-shed
Open your eyes and open your mind
Looking forward and watching behind
Listen for the sounds that whispering wind
Allowing all of your doubts to rescind
Now that you hear pay special heed
There is something to find in your special need

All that’s above and all that’s below
All that’s between and all that you know
Nothing and everything all this and that
As large as the cosmos and small as a gnat
Is nothing but an illusion of ONE

[PERS] Personal Emergency Response Systems

Monday, February 11th, 2008

People in magickal circles talk about magickal protection, healing, and other spells and rituals that can aid in making one safe from all sorts of harm, though sometimes magick is not enough, or at least some times it can take more then just a few herbs, a crystal, and some fancy words to make such protections truly happen. Even without magick, it can sometimes take more then just the “self” to keep one free from harm. So with that, self defense should be looked at through as many angles as possible.

A while back I had worries over the safety of a dear friend that arose from a rather stange dream. And while I know they have panic buttons for your car alarm, personal alarm systems, and the like those were not something that would work, as she was living in the middle of nowhere and should something of happened, no one would have been around to hear her yell for help, let alone some wailing electronic device.

So with that, I wrote a poem (based on that dream) and looked into other methods that could call for help should the need arise.

Worry (1) 4-31-05

You talked in your sleep last night
You had a dream
I talked to you of your plight
It was a bad dream
I now worry about you
You getting harmed
You spoke of the things he’d do
Now I’m alarmed
There are things that can be done
Take this advice
There’s things that can’t be undone
Don’t roll the dice
I can’t take this chance of risk
Listen to me
I will try to make this brisk
To make you see
You need a PERS for your purse
Your protection
And there is nothing else worse
You can not run
So protect yourself my dear
So please, this do
So *we* do not have to fear
And I love you

Worried about a loved one? a friend? Family member? Are you yourself prone to accident, or maybe your mother is growing feeble and you are concerned that she may harm herself?

You may want to look into a PERS system. It stands for Personal Emergency Response System. You can find a bit about it by reading up on it from the following links.

Or if you are interested in buy one you can find one here.

I got that site from the BBBonline page…so they got a good track record. AND they happen to be one of the cheapest systems available (that I found).

Because I care…

Perpetual Motion

Thursday, August 23rd, 2007

Perpetual Motion
Chris come this way
Chris come that
Get your shirt on
Grab your hat
Got things to do
In a short time
So grab your stuff
And get in line
Chris come this way
Chris come that
Get your shoes
Forget about that
Got a million things
For you in store
When you get through
I’ve a few more
Chris come this way
Chris come that
Get all your things
Wherever they’re at
Don’t dillydally
And do not waver
I have one more
Itty-bitty favor
So Chris come this way
Chris come that
There are things to do
Wherever you’re at

 My life has been overly hectic over the last few weeks as I have prepped my Mothers house for her to move in, helped her move in, fixed, mended, installed, and built the things shes needed. I’ve been out to eat more times in the last month then I’ve been in the last year, been to more stores looking for curtains, brackets, and shelves then I think I’ve been in my entire life, and have installed more “things” then I think any normal person should.

 While all that busy work has it’s rewards and while I am more then happy to do it and do more, I can not help feeling worn out, as while I am doing all of that I am trying to maintain my own set of chores which have often gone by the wayside.

 Its important that my Mother is happy down here in the home that Cyndi and I picked for her. It is a wonderful place, but it does need work. I know that most of it is done, and I look forward to it’s completion. Though I also know that I’ll soon be moving my sister into her apartment, and shortly after that my Father will be down with more stuff and more stuff to do.

 As long as the chickens are fed, laundry is done, and I get to sleep in the arms of the woman I love I know it’ll all be OK…I’ll just be a bit tired.

My little god

Friday, August 17th, 2007

I had an epiphany
Some nails, a hammer and me
Pound, pound, pound – hammer to wood
I’ll sink these nails all real good
Tap, tap, tap – this plank to plank
With nothing but tools to thank
There’s not a flaw to detect
Said the two year old architect

I had to fix a few spots on my Mothers back patio. One spot was an issue with the floor planks needing support, the other was to replace a missing railing. I got started by whacking off the existing pieces of wood to hold the railing because they needed replaced. I took one end and nailed it onto the other for added support. Once that was done I got to measuring the new boards that needed to go up so I could cut them. While I was doing that Perrin was very helpful. He got me the box of nails, he got me the tape measure, and he resituated the boards for me. Then he got the hammer to make sure that all of the nails I just put in were pounded in far enough…

Perrin with my hammer being a good little helper

That’s him with the hammer just banging away at the railing… He is such a good little architect. I’m sure he’ll grow up to be an excellent god ;) So wake up Christianity, you have a new ‘chosen son’ moving in ~ this one just happens to be a GRAND son. *smirk*



To a friend…

Friday, July 20th, 2007

Find some peace of mind
Before I give you a piece of mine
Walk it out
Now shout it!
Get it out
Live without it!
Your baggage is holding up the line
So just carry on with carry-on
Walk it out
On without it!
Get it out
Stand and shout it!
Now never ever give up hope
There is not enough rope
So walk it out
Just leave it!
Get it out
And then believe it!
I know it’s in you…

 Some people look around the world and see everything but themselves which to me is sad, as it’s often these people that are the ones truly worth seeing. They need to find a figurative mirror so they can give themselves a long look. Maybe then they will see they are worth the effort.

 I’ve known several of these people and when I can, I try handing them little compliments like a compact, but they are unwilling to accept such a gift. At times I’ve bent over backwards helping them in hopes they could see worth in themselves, but that has never worked.

 Sometimes I wish life was like it was on the television so I could just say “Chin up there dear, you are super” and that would just solve all the world’s problems. But life is not television, so all I can do is hope that my FRIENDS understand that I do care and that I am here for them, should they find it within themselves to reach out for my aid. I will do my best to give them enough rope…but not enough to hang from.

 Life is not about looks, and beauty is truly measured from the inside out…sadly too many people have that backwards. I judge a person by their actions, and their beauty by the sparkle of life within their eyes. If the people I think rather highly of could see themselves though my eyes they too may see the beauty that is within them… till then, I can only do my part to be a friend.

 Sometimes I think all that is needed is a good rant. A few moments (or days) to vent off the pent up steam. Not quite an explosion, just something to prevent an implosion. I once had a friend that I hugged till they cried…which did a world of good, as I got lucky, and that was what they needed. Another time I pissed them off enough to actually let the anger out. I got lucky angain and made the correct call.

 Most of the time however, I am at a complete and total loss as to what to do. So I end up with a quick quip or lame joke. Humor is more of a band-aid then a cure, even if laughter is the best medicine…but then, we all know that OTC drugs truly cure anything, and that’s what humor is.

 So either way, know that I am your friend, and if you consider me one, know that I am here for you. Truly…