Dedicate a Song or Poem

[Capt. Bo of the WTF co.]

Feelin' melancholy tonite...

To my dear little Breezy, lost so long ago... Tears in Heaven-Eric Clapton

[BriarRose Kildare]

Feelin' a bit Randy....

I dedicate this song...well, he knows who he is....to some one special.

Dream a Little Dream of Me

[BriarRose Kildare]

"It isn't easy being Green" and "Rainbow Connection"

By Kermit the Frog

dedicated to those loved one's on the other side. They know who they are. Blessings, Love and Light.

[BriarRose Kildare]

Walking in the woods today with me wee lad reminded me of this poem:

Garden and cradle

When our babe he goeth walking in his garden,

Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play;

The posies they are good to him,

And bow them as they should to him,

As fareth he upon his kingly way;

And birdlings of the wood to him

Make music, gentle music, all the day,

When our babe he goeth walking in his garden.

When our babe he goeth swinging in his cradle,

Then the night it looketh ever sweetly down;

The little stars are kind to him,

The moon she hath a mind to him

And layeth on his head a golden crown;

And singeth then the wind to him

A song, the gentle song of Bethlem-town,

When our babe he goeth swinging in his cradle.

Eugene Field

['Bastian Devareaux]

To Madame Chat Rouge...a bit of posey that I am assured you may well appreciate.

Half loving kindness, and half disdane,

Thou comest to my call serenely suave,

With humming speech and gracious gestures grave,

In salutation courtly and urbane;

Yet must I humble me thy grace to gain -

For wiles may win thee, but no arts enslave,

And nowhere gladly thou abidest save

Where naught disturbs the concord of thy reign;

Sphinx of my quiet hearth! who deignst to dwell,

Friend of my toil, companion of mine ease,

Thine is the lore of Ra and Rameses;

That men forget dost thou remember well,

Beholden still in blinking reveries,

With sombre sea-green eyes inscrutable...

Rosemund Marriott Watson (1863-1911) ~ 'To My Cat'

[Red Cat Jenny]

Ms Watson was intuitively wise....

I am quite honored

Merci...Merci beaucoup..

[BriarRose Kildare]

Ode on a Grecian Urn

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,

Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,

Sylvan historian, who canst thou express

A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:

What leaf-fring'd legend haunt about thy shape

Of deities or mortals, or of both,

In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?

What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?

What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?

What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard

Are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;

Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,

Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:

Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave

Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;

Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss,

Though winning near the goal - yet, do not grieve;

She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,

For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed

Your leaves, nor ever bid the spring adieu;

And, happy melodist, unwearied,

For ever piping songs for ever new;

More happy love! more happy, happy love!

For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,

For ever panting, and for ever young;

All breathing human passion far above,

That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd,

A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.

Who are these coming to the sacrifice?

To what green altar, O mysterious priest,

Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,

And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?

What little town by river or sea shore,

Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,

Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?

And, little town, thy streets for evermore

Will silent be; and not a soul to tell

Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.

O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede

Of marble men and maidens overwrought,

With forest branches and the trodden weed;

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought

As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!

When old age shall this generation waste,

Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe

Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all

Ye know on earth, and all ye need t

o know.

George Keats's

[BriarRose Kildare]

If tears could build a stairway and memories were a lane,

We would walk all the way to Heaven, to bring you home again

No farewell words were spoken, no time to say good-bye

You were gone before we knew it, and only God knows why

Our hearts ache in sadness, and secret tears will flow

What is meant to lose you, no one will ever know

Anonymous

Dedicated to my cousin, Shayne. You will truly be missed. Our circle of 6 is now broken but you will remain forever in our Hearts.

['Bastian Devareaux]

To my best friend, through the thick and the thin...From a Burke to a Mullen!! Here's to you, me bully boyo!!

The Roman roads run outward from the city on the hills,

And Holland's roads will take you by gaily painted mills,

Small pathways of the East will lead to China's ancient wall--

But the little roads of Ireland are the loveliest of all.

In Normandy small roadways through flowering orchards run,

The ancient roads of Syria flash under shining sun,

And winding beauty lingers where the Rhine and Danube roll--

But the little roads of Ireland entwine around your soul.

From Dublin Bay to Galway, from Cork to Derry town,

From Antrim to Killarney, they ramble up and down:

And though you are ten thousand miles

from where they twist and wind,

The little roads of Ireland stay forever on your mind.

katherine Edelman

[BriarRose Kildare]

Here is one of my favorite poems...I dedicate it to a very dear friend:

Eldorado by Edgar Allan Poe

Gaily bedight,

A gallant knight,

In sunshine and in shadow,

Had journeyed long,

Singing a song,

In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old--

This knight so bold--

And o'er his heart a shadow

Fell as he found

No spot of ground

That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength

Failed him at length,

He met a pilgrim shadow-

"Shadow," said he,

"Where can it be--

This land of Eldorado?"

"Over the Mountains

Of the Moon,

Down the Valley of the Shadow,

Ride, boldly ride,"

The shade replied--

"If you seek for Eldorado!"

[Juan Francisco Navarro]

To the crews of the Relentless and the Rakehell...

Leaving so soon!

Mi Amor by Benise

[Red Cat Jenny]

Hee hee well it's the weekend time to get silly!

[Silkie McDonough]

To my best friend.

"Freewill" by Rush.

There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance

A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance

A planet of play things

We dance on the strings

Of powers we cannot perceive

'The stars aren't aligned

Or the gods are malign...'

Blame is better to give than receive

[Chorus:]

You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice

If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice

You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill

I will choose a path that's clear

I will choose freewill

There are those who think

That they were dealt a losing hand

The cards were stacked against them

They weren't born in Lotusland

All preordained

A prisoner in chains

A victim of venomous fate

Kicked in the face

You can't pray for a place

In heaven's unearthly estate

[Chorus]

Each of us

A cell of awareness

Imperfect and incomplete

Genetic blends

With uncertain ends

On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet

[Jacky Tar]

Good-bye t' Port o' New Providence (closin' down the encampment).

Drive by Incubus

[Iron Bess]

Good-bye t' Port o' New Providence (closin' down the encampment).

Drive by Incubus

Ummm.... I would like to make it clear that it is just the additional encampment that we are doing away with.

The Band is still together still performing in all sorts of venues and we are simply meshing back with our original PRP encampment to save time, effort, space and have more time to be with friends.

Port O'New Providence is still viable AND working hard. (As this weekend proves with two gigs and one add on out in Encino at the Folk Music Festival)

[Jacky Tar]

Aye, sorry Iron Bess, didn't mean t' imply that the Pirates of New Providence were disbandin'.

Nay, they are well, it is just the encampment that is goin' away.

To Iron Bess an the rest o' the Pirates of New Providence...

Another song "Dig" by Incubus.

[Red Cat Jenny]

"These are not my pants"

THESE ARE NOT

MY PANTS

WHO'S PANTS

ARE THESE ANYWAY

THESE ARE NOT

MY PANTS

WHO'S PANTS

ARE THESE ANYWAY

ARE THESE BOBBY'S

OR TIMMY'S

OR BILLY'S PANTS

NO! NOOO!

THESE ARE NOT MY PANTS

(GROWL 4X)

ARE YOU LISTENING TO WHAT I SAY?!?!?!?!?!

[BriarRose Kildare]

For all of Ye Pirates that Love Halloween:

What fearful shapes and shadows beset his path, amidst the dim and ghastly glare of a snowy night! With what wistful look did he eye every trembling ray of light streaming across the waste fields from some distant window! How often was he appalled by some shrub covered with snow, which, like a sheeted spectre, beset his very path! How often did he shrink with curdling awe at the sound of his own steps on the frosty crust beneath his feet; and dread to look over his shoulder, lest he should behold some uncouth being tramping close behind him! and how often was he thrown into complete dismay by some rushing blast, howling among the trees, in the idea that it was the Galloping Hessian on one of his nightly scourings!

Washington Irving (a quote from “The Legend of Sleep Hollow”)

[Jacky Tar]

Time t' kick it. Can't feel sorry fer yer self, when this music is playin'.

The Eagles are back!

How Long by the Eagles

http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZtCmIYpfUHY&mod...related&search=

[Ransom]

To JT,

re: TPHSB

Let the Good Times Roll....The Cars.

[BriarRose Kildare]

"Unchained Melody" to my Parent who would have been married 45 years today.

[BriarRose Kildare]

A Garden of Flowers

Daffodils and lilacs

And tulips that shimmer

Daisies that giggle

Roses that glimmer

Petunias that sparkle

Marigolds all ablaze

Even weeds in bloom

Catch my gaze.

Large pink clematis

'Round a pole they climb

Dancing in sunshine

For all summertime.

Iris so regal

Stand tall and proud

In shades that delight

Like a rainbow cloud.

Geraniums as bright

As a red sequined gown

Gracing gardens and pots

All over the town.

Morning glories entwined

On an old garden gate

Bright and so blue

They never bloom late.

Many colored 4 o'clocks

From a paint box surely

Make us wait to see their splendor

For they never bloom early.

Alyssum so tiny

Smelling so sweet

Edge the walkways

For a heavenly treat.

Peonies huge

And bursting in bloom

Make the day seem brighter

To chase the gloom.

Sunflowers proud

And standing so tall

Surely must be

The brightest of all.

~ Charlotte Anselmo ~

[Jacky Tar]

For the pretenders... It must be exhausting...

The Pretender by Foo Fighters

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKhnmUdmz74

[BriarRose Kildare]

Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree

(for some one special)

[Red Cat Jenny]

For friends and fellow adventurers in the thick..

I'll stand by You ~ Pretenders