Capt. Bo of the WTF co. Posted September 5, 2007 Share Posted September 5, 2007 Feelin' melancholy tonite... To my dear little Breezy, lost so long ago... Tears in Heaven-Eric Clapton Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BriarRose Kildare Posted September 7, 2007 Share Posted September 7, 2007 Feelin' a bit Randy.... I dedicate this song...well, he knows who he is....to some one special. Dream a Little Dream of Me Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. The Dimension of Time is only a doorway to open. A Time Traveler I am and a Lover of Delights whatever they may be. There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BriarRose Kildare Posted September 10, 2007 Share Posted September 10, 2007 "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. Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. The Dimension of Time is only a doorway to open. A Time Traveler I am and a Lover of Delights whatever they may be. There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BriarRose Kildare Posted September 19, 2007 Share Posted September 19, 2007 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 Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. The Dimension of Time is only a doorway to open. A Time Traveler I am and a Lover of Delights whatever they may be. There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
'Bastian Devareaux Posted September 21, 2007 Share Posted September 21, 2007 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' It is time to pause, even so early, for this account is not intended to be about my life...but is, as I have said, about my life's secrets. Secrecy is intrinsic to my work. ~ Christopher Priest “Five and Twenty Ponies, Trotting thru’ the Dark. Brandy for the Parson, 'Baccy for the Clerk. Laces for a Lady, Letters for a Spy.Watch the wall my darling; While the Gentlemen go by.”~Rudyard Kipling Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Red Cat Jenny Posted September 22, 2007 Share Posted September 22, 2007 Ms Watson was intuitively wise.... I am quite honored Merci...Merci beaucoup.. Some days even my lucky rocketship underpants won't help.... Her reputation was her livelihood. I'm a pirate, love. By nature and by choice! My inner voice sometimes has an accent! My wont? A delicious rip in time... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BriarRose Kildare Posted September 22, 2007 Share Posted September 22, 2007 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 Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. The Dimension of Time is only a doorway to open. A Time Traveler I am and a Lover of Delights whatever they may be. There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BriarRose Kildare Posted September 23, 2007 Share Posted September 23, 2007 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. Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. The Dimension of Time is only a doorway to open. A Time Traveler I am and a Lover of Delights whatever they may be. There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
'Bastian Devareaux Posted September 23, 2007 Share Posted September 23, 2007 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 It is time to pause, even so early, for this account is not intended to be about my life...but is, as I have said, about my life's secrets. Secrecy is intrinsic to my work. ~ Christopher Priest “Five and Twenty Ponies, Trotting thru’ the Dark. Brandy for the Parson, 'Baccy for the Clerk. Laces for a Lady, Letters for a Spy.Watch the wall my darling; While the Gentlemen go by.”~Rudyard Kipling Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BriarRose Kildare Posted September 25, 2007 Share Posted September 25, 2007 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!" Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. The Dimension of Time is only a doorway to open. A Time Traveler I am and a Lover of Delights whatever they may be. There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Juan Francisco Navarro Posted October 7, 2007 Share Posted October 7, 2007 To the crews of the Relentless and the Rakehell... Leaving so soon! Mi Amor by Benise Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Red Cat Jenny Posted October 7, 2007 Share Posted October 7, 2007 Hee hee well it's the weekend time to get silly! Some days even my lucky rocketship underpants won't help.... Her reputation was her livelihood. I'm a pirate, love. By nature and by choice! My inner voice sometimes has an accent! My wont? A delicious rip in time... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Silkie McDonough Posted October 7, 2007 Share Posted October 7, 2007 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 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jacky Tar Posted October 9, 2007 Author Share Posted October 9, 2007 Good-bye t' Port o' New Providence (closin' down the encampment). Drive by Incubus Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Iron Bess Posted October 9, 2007 Share Posted October 9, 2007 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) Well, you may not realize it but your looking at the remains of what was once a very handsome woman! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jacky Tar Posted October 10, 2007 Author Share Posted October 10, 2007 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Red Cat Jenny Posted October 11, 2007 Share Posted October 11, 2007 "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?!?!?!?!?! Some days even my lucky rocketship underpants won't help.... Her reputation was her livelihood. I'm a pirate, love. By nature and by choice! My inner voice sometimes has an accent! My wont? A delicious rip in time... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BriarRose Kildare Posted October 11, 2007 Share Posted October 11, 2007 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”) Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. The Dimension of Time is only a doorway to open. A Time Traveler I am and a Lover of Delights whatever they may be. There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jacky Tar Posted October 12, 2007 Author Share Posted October 12, 2007 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= Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ransom Posted October 13, 2007 Share Posted October 13, 2007 To JT, re: TPHSB Let the Good Times Roll....The Cars. ...schooners, islands, and maroons and buccaneers and buried gold... You can do everything right, strictly according to procedure, on the ocean, and it'll still kill you. But if you're a good navigator, a least you'll know where you were when you died.......From The Ship Killer by Justin Scott. "Well, that's just maddeningly unhelpful."....Captain Jack Sparrow Found in the Ruins — Unique Jewelry Found in the Ruins — Personal Blog Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BriarRose Kildare Posted October 18, 2007 Share Posted October 18, 2007 "Unchained Melody" to my Parent who would have been married 45 years today. Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. The Dimension of Time is only a doorway to open. A Time Traveler I am and a Lover of Delights whatever they may be. There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BriarRose Kildare Posted October 24, 2007 Share Posted October 24, 2007 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 ~ Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. The Dimension of Time is only a doorway to open. A Time Traveler I am and a Lover of Delights whatever they may be. There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jacky Tar Posted October 26, 2007 Author Share Posted October 26, 2007 For the pretenders... It must be exhausting... The Pretender by Foo Fighters http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKhnmUdmz74 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BriarRose Kildare Posted October 27, 2007 Share Posted October 27, 2007 Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree (for some one special) Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. The Dimension of Time is only a doorway to open. A Time Traveler I am and a Lover of Delights whatever they may be. There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Red Cat Jenny Posted October 27, 2007 Share Posted October 27, 2007 For friends and fellow adventurers in the thick.. I'll stand by You ~ Pretenders Some days even my lucky rocketship underpants won't help.... Her reputation was her livelihood. I'm a pirate, love. By nature and by choice! My inner voice sometimes has an accent! My wont? A delicious rip in time... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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