Tease me with teasel down Weasel way
my lover will comb my hair today
if he is rough the teasel will catch
I’ll show him the door and lift the latch
if he is gentle and teasels well
I’ll open my heart, my feelings tell
if he is foolish teasel will break
my love will forsake, my heart will ache
Hayley Westenra not only has a lovely voice she loves to sing, and that for people.
Check out Hayley’s lovely rendition of Pie Jesu @ http://gentledove.wordpress.com/pie-jesu
also by her.
On feb.23 1944 Anne Frank wrote the following entry in her diary…from my favourite spot on the floor I look up at the blue sky and the bare chestnut tree upon whose branches little raindrops shine, appearing like silver, and at the seagulls and other birds as they glide on the wind….as long this is exists, I thought, and I may live to see it, this sunshine, the cloudless sky, while this lasts I cannot be unhappy….
When I read these words and dwelled upon them I was inspired to write the following poem. I hope it honours Anne.
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This my chosen spot
I may lay me down
gaze can only upward be
filled anew with hope
that grew upon my chestnut tree
tomorrow I am free
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No clouds in my sky
nor shadow troub’ling me
gracefully glides the seagulls
silvering droplets
sparkling on my chestnut tree
tomorrow I am free
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As long as this is so
and if my eye can see
my heart cannot then be sad
for me the sun shines
through my glistening chestnut tree
tomorrow I am free.
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I have added a page on my Gentledove blog in honour of Anne Frank and her diary which I hope you will visit http://gentledove.wordpress.com
Love’s petals bruiséd
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Betrodden love’s petals, passion bruiséd
beautiful yet and lovely still
desire pinioned yet free in my fragrance
no longer my love’s choosing may fulfil
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I responded to your sunshine warmth
so soon my girlhood unfolded for you
simplicity welcomed, it was no mere show
maybe now only in fragrance is true
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Swayed by a breeze, it was my foolish pride
which wafted my sweet scent away from you
you who had divided for me my petals
to effect only a tease to another’s view
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It should have been you, my love
who had crushed my naiveté, passion’s pain
throwing my softness upon the ground
lovely, though folded ’gainst the driving rain
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Breeze carry once more to you my fragrance
but be not too tender nor gentle me so
you caused my surrender to that so brutal
whose bruising desire would not let go
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flower encaptured but only to you
belongs my blush, which was my earliest trove
holds yet perfume which doesn’t lie or pretend
crushed now by another who holds not my love.
http://ie.youtube.com/watch?v=PYS-4Ql-vUI <<play this link
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In early spring
when small birds sing
and lamb can sport and play
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my way I took
my friends forsook
and came to Dublin bay
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I am what I ask
a passenger
and to England I sailed o’er
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I bade farewell
to all of my friends
and I left the shamrock shores
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To London fair
I did repair
my pleasure there to find
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I found t’was
a lovely place
and pleasant to my view
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the ladies too
were fair unto view
and rich the purse they wore
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but none I saw
that could compare
with the maids of the shamrock shore
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now checkout page 2 for a little musical tribute to John Denver, then come back and check out my little froggies.
Love, Muff
A lady frog what’s got no manners
will never find a mate (ribbit ribbit)
if she don’t learn politeness
she’ll never get a date (ribbit ribbit)
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She really must get etiquette
for men frog can be picky (ribbit ribbit)
and if she don’t hop all dainty
courting will be tricky (ribbit ribbit)
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So sister frogs it’s down to you
if you would find romance (ribbit ribbit)
you have to act and talk all posh
or you won’t stand a chance (ribbit ribbit)
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Gentledove
A lady frog can get quite lonesome
on her lilypad woo woo
sitting on her ownsome
and feeling rather sad woo woo
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Waiting for her froggy prince
it really will not do woo woo
for if he hopped by this moment since
he would only make her blue woo woo
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For men frogs are not faithful peeps
they shoot a gal the line woo woo
their promises they never keeps
and leave her there to pine woo woo
My tiny webbed feet are frozen
this isn’t the life I’d have chosen
but I am a frog
an’ I live in a bog
so what’ss the use of supposin’
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HAUTE CUISINE
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Tadpoles in the frying pan
oh what a lovely treat
lightly fried in butter
they’re a delicacy to eat
A frog is not a butterfly
but oh if I had wings
I’d squabble with the sparra’s
and do amazing things
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O’er the roof tops I would soar
the kids would all point at me
“a bird with a shiny green jacket”
you would hear them shout with glee
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Wind beneath, keeping me aloft
over dales and fields and streams
the earth below, my what a view!
hovering, me, fulfilling my dreams
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But diving from my lilypad
is the closest I will get
to that feeling of heady euphoria
so my dreams I had better forget
She were a good old soul her
they simply don’t come better
I was squatting right by her side
when an owl came and ate her
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She would be first to leap to your aid
shared her gnats with the needy
quite ironic that she should fall prey
to an owl who was just plain greedy
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There wasn’t time to say goodbye
no, not even a chance to kiss her
e’re fate swooped down from the sky
boy I am going to miss her
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She was the best old croak in town
for gossip there was none better
to think I was right there by her side
when an owl came and ate her.