Category: Myths and Legends



Strange sights

 

I went down to the river,

To dwell and think awhile,

I went down to the river,

As long shadows,

Cast their smiles.

I gazed into the water,

It’s Deep and silent hue,

I went down to the river,

And shed my tears anew. 

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And you thought the snakes were bad. This is why I WON’T check on the chooks at night ! ! !


Wisdom, Woes and Burdens,
Confined by Oath and Ancient Pact,
Balanced,
In tedious disarray.
A record
Coloured tears,
Scared cheeks,
Forged by forgotten days.
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I think there may be Fairies in my garden…..
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As interwoven tendrils,

Filtered down and passed along,

Through the eye of history,

Written page and song,

 

Our lines progress entangled,

Sprung from our family tree,

All branches of humanity,

Embraced by ancestry.

 

© musicgal2012 – Lorelle Press


After all this time of searching, here it is.
All you have to do is
TURN LEFT !


As howling wolves upon the hunt,

Amass and gather round,

Their scowling breaths take in the scent

As showers thunder down

 

A Trickle here a trickle there

They lope across the sand

From pools to streams

At first unseen

Their trails scar the land

 

Swelling in a prowling tide

Clawing sodden banks

Ears pricked sharp as waves collide

Their teeth gnash earthen shanks

 

The hungry pack surge rock to rock

Their sides encased with spray,

Glaring with a brown-eyed stare

Stalking after prey

 

 Their rabid jaws awash with foam

Their nature undeterred

Writhing in their primitive tryst

With the ocean shore

(c)musicgal2012 – Lorelle Press

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Sun set at Bawangaja

Mythic legends,

Haunted times,

Valued guests of ancient lines,

Come hither and stride on well worn paths,

Silent,

Merging with the dark,

Ungird your armour,

Drop your shield

Cast your sword into the field,

Let the battle weary yield,

And peace reign in your heart.

 

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English: "Stripe" Gremlin figure, le...

English: “Stripe” Gremlin figure, leader of the derivatives Gremlins from “Gizmo” and enemy of the latter. Español: Figura del Gremlin «Stripe», cabecilla de los Gremlins derivados de «Gizmo» y enemigo de este último. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Ok, I’m officially announcing my disability. I have “Computus Challenge Technicalous”, basically Computers hate me. I bet I’m not the only one. Come on be honest, let’s see a show of hands. You’re not fooling anyone you know. Well maybe you are.
However, so many times I’ve tried to do the “simplest” job and it just refuses to happen for me. Downloads always set off a major spasm in my index fingers. They seem to download but the snickering Electronic Gremlins smuggle them off into their secret files so I can’t get them. They are probably the same Gremlins that knock off my bed socks, and yes they only take the left ones. Except for last Thursday, they must have been breaking in a rookie because they knocked off the right one by mistake.
I have a theory that these Electronic Gremlins could be in cahoots with the teenage daughter because she never has any trouble. Hence I find myself regularly asking for her help. It’s a plot to make her look good, which she does, so it’s working extremely well – too well. Not that she’d ever rub it in.
It is so frustrating and time consuming when things simply refuse to co-operate. The learning process is annoyingly slow when you have to do it on the trot, alone. I am open for any suggestions on how to trip up the Gremlins and foil their nasty little plot.
They can’t hide forever. They will have to surface someday. The scary thing is, somewhere hidden in the never seen bowels of my computer, lurks an enormous file of downloads possibly shrouded by a mountain of left socks.

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Upon the tide a restless wind,
Stirs sleepless in her sheets,
Her wary eyes cast to the shore,
Towards the Dragon’s keep,

Head shielded by his leathery wings,
He sprawls along the shore,
Entrenched in slumber, an earthen bed,
And quilt of rocky tors,

Armed with scales of Azure Blue,
Tempered steel for claws,
Rocky turrets crest his tail,
And sulphur crusts his jaws,

His rumbling snores shake the earth,
The beast stirs from his slumber,
Disturbed he rises up in rage,
His roars resound like thunder,

His fire laden breath,
Illuminates the sky,
Rocky ashes shower down,
As he shakes his scaly hide,

The shadow of his mighty wings,
Turns daylight into night,
The reptile gleam within his eyes
An overwhelming sight,

The wind stirs from her vigil,
And gusts toward the land,
Her cool breath to calm him,
Tucks him in with gentle hands,

She sooths him with her lullaby,
And lures him back to sleep,
Standing guard her watchful eyes,
Towards the Dragon’s keep.

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