Kendra The Sea Maid

Wow that is quite an interduction thank you! *Dose a pirate blush?*

I am going to have to ask Captain Mac for another Signature art!! But that will be all in do time!

Thanks Again

Signed,

Maeven

AKA

You already know I do. I wonder what Master Studley will think? (he drew It btw)

Thank you!

Thank you so very, very, much as you can see it fits perfectly. Very comfortable and happy!!

I have come back and read here all that's been said

and the thing that really gets to me...

Is how we as men forget what we'd be

without women tis true we'd all be better off dead!

But then again as ifin this be a sure fire cure

and in her yer lookin for things all part of a list

then you'll ne'r see the one fer she'll be a blur

then realizing she's leaving you nothing but pissed

She's smart, she is funny, laughs right out loud

and then stare at your face while you are talking

asking for nothing in return for her love

She knows of her dreams and where she is going

and stands alone with her hair blowing in a breeze

She is proud, giving and with unlimited in knowledge

and she too needs nothing we seem weak by compare

ask her she'll tell you that you might be the one

you'd never know it, from a list, hearts aren't won.

I like your words very much! *Just to add to this sentiment good sir, if you dont mine.

Two words actually. . .*

"They're given!"

As you can now see it has been taken care of. My thanks to those in a very kind way explained the situation to me and rest assured it will not happen again!

My applogies again to one and all for any inconvience

Well, for starters, I'd prefer a woman who has not her entire photo album in poster size for a signature!

Sorry if I offened sir

BTW Kendra, I love your just-made-up old Irish saying! It sure sounds right in character

Thank you! I was thinking of having a T-Shirt made!

Eyes (two) an' a smile (one) :)

Well all that talk of nice butts and ample chestal acreage is well and good, but if the eyes are vacant and or she lacks a ready smile, she may as well come folded in thirds with a staple in her navel. (Remember the way all the girls in Dad's Playboy looked?)

I may be a bit old fashioned--heck I'm at the half century mark--but I've always been a sucker for wimmin with a good personality--it wouldn't hurt ifn they look like Halle Berry--but looks can fade.

My first crush was Loren Bacall. I never met her, but When I was about 12 I fell in love with her. Man was I ever jealous of Bogart. She still stirs me when I watch her old movies. The funny thing--even as she appears now-- those eyes and that smile slay me.

Most beautifulwomen I've ever met also tended to be shallow. Often times they are more interested in the package than the contents. Beautiful women (in the Playboy or Cosmo sense) are kinda like elephants. I like to look at them, but I don't think I'd want one of them in my house.

And as far as build or lack thereof--my old Grandpa, Ulysses S Addams, used to say "Bein' with a skinny girl is like ridin an English bicycle over railroad tracks. It can be done, but its damned uncomfortable, and you may break something in the process."

That was so funny! Also eventhough I am not old enough to be "old Fashion" I AM and proud of It!

Here is another sayin to keep in mind fella's:

An Irishman's Take on Sex and Women:

"If 'n she's not much fun with her clothes on, then there be good chance she's not much fun with um off either!"

(Yes, I did make this one up myself!)

Finally us vertically challenged women are getting some attention!!

I was always told that men, "prefer the tall drink of water type."

I also come with my own set of wheels, (see below) and parking space!

Kendra The Sea Maid Posted on Nov 1 2004, 10:36 AM

   I just wanted to add my 2¢ and say that I too am part of this cast as well. . .only without the tail! (right Paisly  ) It will be nice to see all of you as well!!

hey girl!

long time no see...since saturday...lol

that is an awsome picture!!!!!

Yea I know way too long! Anyway I will be in full costume this Saturday, then I have to leave at noon a change into my other costume for a church party don't worry I will take pics!!

See ya Saturday!!

I just wanted to add my 2¢ and say that I too am part of this cast as well. . .only without the tail! (right Paisly ) It will be nice to see all of you as well!!

I.

Here is another epic poem thanks to Siren (my big sis) This goes along with the Dark Prince of Plunder! Enjoy!!

I.

I have sailed the seven, searching for that small bit o’ heaven

Since the age of three, nothing compares to she.

I’ve watched her walk the moon kissed surf,

And give silent praise to the one who gave her birth.

As the waves did roll, into the water she did stroll

With long raven hair covering just so, all that God gave her would just barely show.

Then something caught me by surprise, when I saw her limbs and thighs

Transform themselves into a sailor’s deepest wish that of a tail of the largest fish!

Green as the color of the seas, the sight of this made me weak in the knees.

She swayed her way through the wake,

My heart pounded so I thought it would break.

I saw the green with gold fleck in her eye, as she came close I was petrified.

When she spoke it was like an angelic choir igniting my very desire

II.

“Oh brave prince of pirates who pillage and plunder

Like a child, you shake and shudder.

Your adventures and exploits are legendary, always sailing to places dark and scary,

Ready to give the largest galleon a good race,

Yet like a rabbit your heart beats at a quicker pace.

By your scars and wounds I surmise, many a man has met their demise.

Nothing seems to phase you, not even in battle,

So tell me what has you in such a rattle?

You once proclaimed your only love was the sea, and in so saying you also love me!

Remember always as now, your precious promise and sacred vow!”

III.

In the early light of dawn, I found that she was gone.

Was it real as it did seem, or was it all just an elaborate dream?

The image of her is still etched in my memory for all of eternity

The saltiness of her kiss fills me with an intoxicating bliss!

I search the seas in vain, hoping to catch just a glimpse of her again.

O’ maiden of the sea, wherefore do you hide from me?

IV.

“What such a man is this, pirate prince

That women should faint for a simple kiss?”

His arrogance can be seen a fathom away simply by the way he talks and sways!

See how easily they take to his arm, as he weaves his not so subtle charm.

They blush giggle and sigh, unwear of the glint in his eye.

“What be your scheme?” I glare, “of your kind I am fullly aware!”

He stopped short on deck, he glared back and grabbed my neck.

But I showed no fear, as he bent close to my ear,

“You have spirit and flame, I like a woman who knows the rules of the game!”

Boling, my fury I wanted him to taste, so with all in me I slapped his face!

Unmoved he rubbed his chin and asked, “Care to go again?”

But before I could deliver another blow, I was over his shoulder and off we did go.

V.

Like a great water spout, she fussed freted twirling about.

Yelling and ranting at the top of her lungs, I waited paticently till she was done!

“Are you quite finished now?” I said, that was when she walloped my head.

Then she cackled with glee,

“Serves you right for what you have done to such as me!”

I decited then this was of no use, so I put out my hand and called it truce.

It was at that moment I did realize that I was staring into those same green eyes!

“Wherefore do you look at me so? Release my hand, let it go!”

“I can not let you back to sea, where my heart is that is where you should be.”

“What are these words you say, is this part of the game you play?

For I have known many like you who break hearts before they are through.”

“The words I speak are forgin even unto me, but you have set this captive free.”

VI.

He is most unwell, he certainly under my most powerful spell!

There was something in his words that rang so true, I do at once what I must do.

I prayed for the moon to rise, for I must go back into the sea,

And undo the bonds that behold him to me.

“Do you not love me? Why must you go?”

“I love you more than you could ever know. . .

Remember always as now, your precious promise and sacred vow!”

©Shana L Martin Largo, FL 2004 All Rights Reserved

You are very welcome. I would love to read more when you have a chance to post.

Just go to the same link you gave me and type the name Shana Martin. There you will find a list look for Shana L. Martin and you will see a list of my poems! starting with Nuggets of Grace

Enjoy

Kendra,

I saw this advertised and thought of you. I don't know if you already checked them out or submitted, but here goes:

Poetry Contests

I have submitted to them before have a few thing published, but they won't take this poem because it is too long, but thanks for the thought! I appreciate it!!

I hope I didn't offend you by ask'n if it was a hobby, iffen ye took it that way. Not many people get to be doin' what they love as a profession.

I see you are on LJ, too. Will have to take a gander at ye. I be mpodles.

Oh no, not at all. I am sorry if that sounded harsh I did not mean it to be!!

Beautiful!

Is writing a hobby for you?

No it is not a hobby, it is my career (only I am not getting paid yet)

I have been doing it now for. . .gosh 11 years!!

Has it been that long? Anyway it is just what I love to do!!

And thank you for the complement!!

I.

He moves silent like the wind on a moon less night.

Wine women and song taking freely that, is his delight.

Eyes that mesmerize, dark as coal

Gazing too deeply can steal one’s soul.

Skin full of warmth and tan

Liken to the tropics and Jamaican sand

Women adore him, for his velvet smile.

Men scorn him, for leaving them breathless mile upon mile.

II.

No one knows his name,

For deception is his game.

He plays them all like a pipe’s song

Then just as quickly he sails on.

He has broken many a heart, both young and old

He is not one to have or to hold.

For his one and only love is me

The wide vast expanse of the sea.

III.

“Oh daughters of Poseidon, pearls of the ocean

I offer myself to thee in deepest devotion!

All I do ask in return

You give me safe sojourn,

Calm wave and tide

With your sweet song of lullaby.”

IV.

“These words you speak are unknown of.”

“They are more than words, they are love.”

You give your life to the sea?”

“I give my life, only to thee.”

“You are mine O’ Dark Prince Of Plunder,

And I shall have you and no other!”

Inspired by Captain Siren Of The Poseidon

©Shana L. Martin 2004 Largo FL. All rights reseverd

Dear Ivan:

Hey, how's it going out there near Barbados?

Listen, lots of us here in Southwest Florida have been talking about

your scheduled visit.

Now, please don't take this the wrong way. We like spectacular forces of

nature as well as the next guy. We realize that Florida and hurricanes

go together like country music and drunken driving. We don't want to

mess with tradition.

And we know you hurricanes recharge the aquifers, provide an

exhilarating break in the stifling heat of late summer, and give

neighbors a chance to bond. The economic boost you give to Home Depot

alone is enough to make up for whatever inconvenience is to be expected.

So normally you would be as welcome as a gang of Harley riders during

Bike Week :)

But may I say that this year the timing of your tentatively scheduled

arrival seems less than ideal.

You know that visitors start to wear out their welcome after a few days.

And too many visitors in a row can also wear down a host and hostess.

That, I'm sorry to say, is pretty much the position we Floridians find

ourselves in just now.

Your cousin Charley blew through a few weeks ago and to be blunt, he was

less than mannerly. He zoomed in like a hyperactive toddler, leaving the

proverbial path of destruction, except that it was no proverb. And then

he was gone without so much as a see-ya-later.

Charley was a leave-wet-towels-on-the-floor, never-pick-up-a-tab kind of

guest. He inspired some grumbling, and picking up after him has been a

real chore. You should have seen Punta Gorda, Port Charlotte, Arcadia,

Wauchula and Orlando.

At least Charley didn't stay long. But just when we were starting to get

things almost back to normal, Frances sauntered in.

I don't mean to be crass, but she was HUGE. When she hung around the

state, she hung around the state, you know what I mean?

And you know how some guests just don't leave? That's Frances. Even when

we were looking at our watches and yawning and singing "The Party's

Over" she just stayed and stayed.

Some of us who hadn't really rolled out the red carpet for Charley

decided to prepare a lot more for Frances, and maybe we just tired

ourselves out. And then she stalled and arrived late, which is always

irritating.

She was wasn't as wild as Charley, I'll admit. Those rumors about

Frances possibly becoming a Category 5 turned out to be overblown hype.

But she just sort of oozed through. I went to bed Sunday night and woke

up thinking she'd be long gone at last, but she was still here Monday

morning!

So a lot of us here are thinking that enough is enough for one year.

Actually, the experience of almost back-to-back hurricanes has some

people talking about canceling hurricane season entirely.

Don't worry. Floridians won't go that far. But we may consider moving

hurricane season to a nicer time of year. I know hurricanes like it hot,

but doing without air conditioning would be a lot nicer in November, or

maybe March, so as not to interfere with football season.

I mean, did you see where Frances actually caused the postponement of a

Seminole football game? People will put up with a lot, but let's be

reasonable here.

Some are saying we should limit the number of hurricanes allowed into

Florida in one year. There might be some debate about whether the limit

should be one or two, but there is wide agreement that three is too

many.

So, Ivan, here's the point: Florida's famous hospitality is pretty much

tapped out just now. Our enthusiasm for big winds and rains and for TV

reporters gushing forth with excited descriptions of it all, has bogged

down like a riding lawnmower in the swamp that used to be my back yard.

As I said, it is nothing personal, Ivan, but what would you say to

making alternate travel plans?

I understand that the Atlantic is lovely this time year - why not

consider cruising!!!!

Children went to learn and play on the autumn day.

A great wave of loss and despair was felt everywhere

People came with love to share.

Never forget, always remember. . .

The eleventh of September.

Devastation more than words can tell, as towers and sprits fell.

Grief and pain was upon every face,

Yet God’s hand rested on us full of mercy and of grace.

Never forget, always remember. . .

The eleventh of September.

The weak were made strong, and righted that which was wrong.

Giving their lives to save others,

People we are proud to call “sister’s and brother’s.”

Never forget, always remember. . .

The eleventh of September.

Inspired By: God & The One Year Anniversary of September 11th

Written by: Shana L. Martin

©Shana L. Martin, Largo FL. All rights reserved

Happy Birthday!! Captain

I'm with ya on that! again I ask that you all pray for our animals and home. I know God has His eye on us, an we will be safe, but a little extra insurence could not hurt! I would also like to say that you all have been really great and wonderful to me here. Tomarrow is really when we know for sure., and when I get info I will let you know.

Hurricane, I never thought it was you, and you certainly have a way with words!

I Love you All!

God Bless,

Shana L. Martin

Should not surprise Master Studley that my elder, could describe Father so well (she was always favorite). The city its self is as she discribed over grown, with coral and other sea plant life. The archiecture is a mixture of Greek and Roman influince. Many of the grand and massive tourches are still where they were when the city fell. They have however long since lost their gold luster.

The tallest structure in the city is the bell tower, Father once told me the reason for it's grand scale was to help warn ships that were out to sea of approaching storms. "Alot of good it did them!" came his reply as his eye's narrowed. I might interest you to know that the bell tower is still in use. We however use it for curfew, yes it is true Master Studley. Although Merfolk have i habbited Atlantis for thousands of years it is still a grave sight, and we show respect by not travling the narow brick layed streets after midnight. "We will show respect in the homes of these Atlantians the respect they never thought to show us!"

I often go to the library, it was once the second largest library's in the world. (Alexandria being the first). It was there I discovered their fasination with philospy and science. "That," Father says is what lead to their down fall!"

I know most of the people that work it, the perso you need to contact is Brent from TimeandAgainentertainment.com

He is a really great guy! I am sure he can answer all the questions you have.

Just tell him the mermaid sent you!

Kendra The Sea Maid