Posts tagged ‘poem’

Old times sake

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Happy Anniversary Poem – Old Times Sake

A journey in books

As a child I loved to read, and so as national poetry day is here this is my little dedication to reading and the importance of reading to little kid’s

A journey in books 

I love the taste of gingerbread cause of a little man

I flew above the roof tops in search of Peter pan

 I followed little babes when lost in scary wood

I carried bow and arrow‘s to be like Robin hood

 I shouted Rumpelstiltskin‘s name,a hundred times at least

I realized that love was blind when beauty kissed the beast

I tried to tell the emperor that he had nothing on

I cried when ugly duckling became a graceful swan

I didn’t like that princess who fused about a pea

I sailed with owl and pussy cat,when they were all at sea

I thought that little Goldilocks in fact was rather rude

i faced a wolf to help a girl, her name, red riding hood

I feared when old sly fox put red hen upon his back

I climbed a giant’s beanstalk, and met a lad named Jack

I danced with Cinderella before she left the ball

I always knew dear snow white was the fairest of them all

I prayed those little piggies wouldn’t open up their door

I couldn’t sleep for beauty,for all she done was snore

I tried to walk with puss in boots,to get to London town

I called up to Rapunzel,as hair came tumbling down

and every friend I’ve spoke of, i met within a page

and grew to love each one of them,when i was just your age

Queen of nine days

  • Lady Jane Grey was a tragic figure.She was used as a puppet in  the year15.53.She didint want to be Queen and reined for 9 days until Queen Mary better known as bloody Mary was declared rightful heir to the thrown…and seventeen year old Jane and her young husband Guilford’s fate was sealed…they both were beheaded one hour apart .Young Lady Jane politely asked her executioner ..if he could take off her head before she laid it down…he answered “no madame” and cut off her head……….

Pick petals from this pretty flower
await my death this final hour

I watched them take to tower hill
my Guildford as my heart stood still

In bluest skies,the ravens soared
as London’s masses cheered and roared

with Axe they severed my loves life
I sit alone, his truest wife

and all for sake of crown and heir
my neck,that once you called so fair

will fall and die at tower green
nine days thee hosted me as Queen

oh Guilford ,keeper of my heart
no longer shall we be apart

at last the final petal falls
my name i hear all England call

impatiently I long for death
your name , I shout with final breath

the sweetest day 19th July
tonight again with thee I’ll lie

at rest ,so young aged seventeen
the Queen is dead….. long live the Queen

eliza2010

The Morrigan

I have a passion for folklore and legend,and so I wrote The MorriganThe Morrigan is a character from Irish folklore,she appeard in time of death,at battlegrounds and in time of war..seeing her indicates your time is up

 THE TALE OF Paddy O:Rourke

 I lay on blood stained battle ground
with perished comrades groaning sound

crashing swords,as knife hit knife
what hellish place,to lose yir life

and closed my dying tired eyes
amidst the fighting,warrior:s cries

for reason still unknown to me
i open eyes ,before me see

a woman , taking form of crow
appears in times of wrath and woe

at time of death releases soul
in raven feathers black as coal

she whispers in my ear… goodbye
i scream at her ,don’t let me die

oh morrigan,please let me live
my meg ,a child i want to give

she stares then smiles,.. then walks away
and lets me live ,another day
she spared this merest mortals life
returned to land ,returned to wife

she comes at death ,takes bravest men
but let me live,raise children ten

the morrigan,a goddess queen
on battle ground that day i seen

so now on newest eve of year
to the morrigan i raise a cheer

and if on roof.there’s ravens sat
wish them good morning then tip my hat

© eliza 2010

The garden of the dead

Welcome to my blog,and thanks for stopping by.My name is Eliza Keating,I liive in Scotland with my two children.My son Dominic is 22 and my daughter Ellis is 7.I havw a day job that pays the bills as a mental health nurse but my passion is writing.I fulfilled  my dream by having my kid’s book folk of feodora’s lane publised last year and from there my passion has grown

 I am a published poet and kid’s author,thank you so much for looking over my work.Eliza Keating

 The garden of the dead  

Some tranquil summer nights I’m led

to walk the garden of the dead.To wonder in this bone filled yard

that others simply disregard.

I stroll amongst the sacred grounds
see ancient graves,and newest mounds.

My eyes see rich men’s marble stones
protects their once loved precious bones.

Aside a cross marked  paupers grave
no wealth he shows,for soul to save.

Stand hushed at ground where infants sleep
were husbands hold own wives that weep.

And peace at last their rifles down
the brave who fought for land or crown.

Are free from war and pain and fears
I shed for them some mortal tears.

My warmest thoughts to each I give
but know my time on earth must live.

So promise as I walk away
the fullest life will live each day

© eliza 2010

A journey in books

As a child I loved to read, and so as world book day approaches this is my little dedication to reading and the importance of reading to little kid’s

A journey in books 
I love the taste of gingerbread cause of a little man
I flew above the roof tops in search of Peter pan I followed little babes when lost in scary wood
I carried bow and arrow‘s to be like Robin hood I shouted Rumpelstiltskin‘s name,a hundred times at least 
I realized that love was blind when beauty kissed the beastI tried to tell the emperor that he had nothing on
I cried when ugly duckling became a graceful swanI didn’t like that princess who fused about a pea
I sailed with owl and pussy cat,when they were all at sea

I thought that little Goldilocks in fact was rather rude
i faced a wolf to help a girl, her name, red riding hood

I feared when old sly fox put red hen upon his back
I climbed a giant’s beanstalk, and met a lad named Jack

I danced with Cinderella before she left the ball
I always knew dear snow white was the fairest of them all

I prayed those little piggies wouldn’t open up their door
I couldn’t sleep for beauty,for all she done was snore

I tried to walk with puss in boots,to get to London town
I called up to Rapunzel,as hair came tumbling down

and every friend I’ve spoke of, i met within a page
and grew to love each one of them,when i was just your age