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1. Jake’s land of tomorrow

Jake’s land of Tomorrow
Each step a myriad of miles so many strides in all. For just one glance of Cumberland as crystal waters fall.

When day is veiled shall look upon a moon bows rarest glimmer Which forms,reflects an arch of light on still clear waters shimmer..

As  morning casts her beauty; alters Fields to many shades. On gentle rolling meadow grass Her purple blue cascades.

Hear symphonies that fill the air   sweet song of  chickadees. Will carry threw the woodland paths to nest in tulip trees..

To glimpse,the blaze of Man o’ war that every colt must follow In Appalachian mountains high to deep secluded hollow.

From brow to face those silhouettes each stoop from grinding toil Will reap rewards black glistening jewel holds deep within its soil.

In echoed voice of Abraham no thistles here will grow Replaced by blooms of golden rod and trumpet vines on show

If time was ours to take my Jake perhaps a moment borrow I’d hold it just to stand with you to see land of tomorrow


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2. Jake’s land of tomorrow

Jake’s land of Tomorrow
Each step a myriad of miles so many strides in all. For just one glance of Cumberland as crystal waters fall.

When day is veiled shall look upon a moon bows rarest glimmer Which forms,reflects an arch of light on still clear waters shimmer..

As  morning casts her beauty; alters Fields to many shades. On gentle rolling meadow grass Her purple blue cascades.

Hear symphonies that fill the air   sweet song of  chickadees. Will carry threw the woodland paths to nest in tulip trees..

To glimpse,the blaze of Man o’ war that every colt must follow In Appalachian mountains high to deep secluded hollow.

From brow to face those silhouettes each stoop from grinding toil Will reap rewards black glistening jewel holds deep within its soil.

In echoed voice of Abraham no thistles here will grow Replaced by blooms of golden rod and trumpet vines on show

If time was ours to take my Jake perhaps a moment borrow I’d hold it just to stand with you to see land of tomorrow


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3. i won.

We are very pleased to announce the winners of our Third Annual Poetry Contest.

First Prize

The $100 First Prize for the most popular poem is awarded to Eliza Keating from Glasgow, Scotland for her poem Old Times Sake. This beautiful poem describes true love that has grown through the years.

Happy Anniversary Poem – Old Times Sake

by Eliza Keating

(Scotland/Glasgow)

Come meet me in the park my love our place down by the lake.

Pretend that we are strangers now just for old times sake.

I’ll be waiting on our bench the one where first we sat.

And as you go to pass me by will stop and tip your hat.

I will nod the way I did and blush and then i’ll smile.

You’ll decide to sit with me and talk with me a while.

I’ll tell you as I did that day, my hopes, my dreams, my fear

We’ll sit and watch a rainbow form as skies begin to clear.

Will stay there til the day has passed and birds have all took flight.

Just you and I content at peace as darkness veils the night.

You asked me then to make a wish to see if it came true

I asked that day in years to come I’m sitting still with you

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4. i won.

We are very pleased to announce the winners of our Third Annual Poetry Contest.

First Prize

The $100 First Prize for the most popular poem is awarded to Eliza Keating from Glasgow, Scotland for her poem Old Times Sake. This beautiful poem describes true love that has grown through the years.

Happy Anniversary Poem – Old Times Sake

by Eliza Keating

(Scotland/Glasgow)

Come meet me in the park my love our place down by the lake.

Pretend that we are strangers now just for old times sake.

I’ll be waiting on our bench the one where first we sat.

And as you go to pass me by will stop and tip your hat.

I will nod the way I did and blush and then i’ll smile.

You’ll decide to sit with me and talk with me a while.

I’ll tell you as I did that day, my hopes, my dreams, my fear

We’ll sit and watch a rainbow form as skies begin to clear.

Will stay there til the day has passed and birds have all took flight.

Just you and I content at peace as darkness veils the night.

You asked me then to make a wish to see if it came true

I asked that day in years to come I’m sitting still with you

Cheap Wedding Solutions http://www.anniversary-gifts-by-year.com/happy-anniversary-poems.html#ixzz1rSzCuvom


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5. Old times sake

Can you follow the link and if you like leave a comment for a chance for me to win the contest..Thank you for your continued support Eliza x

Happy Anniversary Poem – Old Times Sake


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6. Old times sake

Can you follow the link and if you like leave a comment for a chance for me to win the contest..Thank you for your continued support Eliza x

Happy Anniversary Poem – Old Times Sake


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7. 2011 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 4,900 times in 2011. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 4 trips to carry that many people.

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8. 2011 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 4,900 times in 2011. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 4 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.


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9. 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


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10. 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


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11. What a state

This is how Ellis and I passed the long journey home from london….if you can come up with anymore I’d love to hear them…if I really love one I may give you a signed free copy of my kids book……..

Never met an eskimo with a plaster on his toe sledging down the deep white snow trying to get to Idiho…….

Never met a girl named Shona with a sister called Fiona drinking long and cool corona in a bar in Arizona…….

Never met a desperado eating fresh ripe avocado in a park in Colorado……..

Never met a grizzly bear with pink ribbons in her hair walking round without a care in a mall in Delaware……


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12. What a state

This is how Ellis and I passed the long journey home from london….if you can come up with anymore I’d love to hear them…if I really love one I may give you a signed free copy of my kids book……..

Never met an eskimo with a plaster on his toe sledging down the deep white snow trying to get to Idiho…….

Never met a girl named Shona with a sister called Fiona drinking long and cool corona in a bar in Arizona…….

Never met a desperado eating fresh ripe avocado in a park in Colorado……..

Never met a grizzly bear with pink ribbons in her hair walking round without a care in a mall in Delaware……

Never met an alter boy snging hymms of gods sweet joy looking sweet and rather coy in a church in illinois


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13. 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


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14. 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


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15. 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


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16. 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


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17. 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


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18. I want to be an Oligist

I want to be an Oligist

I want to be an oligist

think its the job for me

the only problem i can find

don’t know which one to be

and so i came up with a list

to help me pick and choose

and if you take the time to look

appreciate your views

i might be a psychologist
and mess around with minds

a boney archaeologist
i wonder what i’d find

perhaps

an egotistic autologist
learn all about myself

a greedy aphnologist
become obsessed with wealth

might be

a hematologist.my work would be in vein

a wet and damp ombrologist
who loves to watch the rain

perhaps

a tired gypnologist
could fall asleep for days

a pious hagiologist
who sits around and prays

might be

a pukey enemetologist
who’s always feeling sick

a hellish diatologist
who’s friendly with old nick

perhaps

an ancient egyptologist
i’d sail right up the Nile

a trendy fashionologist
show off my clothes with style

i think i’ll stop…………
because my head is full of Scottish mist

perhaps its time i went to see
a meteorologist
© Eliza 2010


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19. I want to be an Oligist

I want to be an Oligist

think its the job for me

the only problem i can find

don’t know which one to be

and so i came up with a list

to help me pick and choose

and if you take the time to look

appreciate your views

i might be a psychologist
and mess around with minds

a boney archaeologist
i wonder what i’d find

perhaps

an egotistic autologist
learn all about myself

a greedy aphnologist
become obsessed with wealth

might be

a hematologist.my work would be in vein

a wet and damp ombrologist
who loves to watch the rain

perhaps

a tired gypnologist
could fall asleep for days

a pious hagiologist
who sits around and prays

might be

a pukey enemetologist
who’s always feeling sick

a hellish diatologist
who’s friendly with old nick

perhaps

an ancient egyptologist
i’d sail right up the Nile

a trendy fashionologist
show off my clothes with style

i think i’ll stop…………
because my head is full of Scottish mist

perhaps its time i went to see
a meteorologist
© Eliza 2010


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20. 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


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21. 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


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22. 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


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23. Do not

 

 Do not be afraid to walk
where others may get lost
Do not be afraid to give
no matter what the cost.

Do not be afraid to hear
while others cover ears,
do not be afraid to face
your darkest deepest fears,

Do not be afraid to see
with eyes that open wide,
do not be afraid to stay
while others run and hide.

Do not be afraid to speak
when others wont agree ,
do not be afraid to stand
when others fall to knees

Do not whisper your reply
when others ask your name
raise your head,take a  breath
and shout the world your name

 © eliza.2010


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24. WITCHES GALORE

On attempting to fly on my broomstick tonight
 Though I tried  and I tried,I just couldn’t  take flight
 
 And tonight of all nights my old  broom   playing up
 When I’m a contender for the witches gold   cup
 
 A prestige’s award yes I’ve been nominated
  so please understand why I’m feeling frustrated
 
 After many a year wishing and praying
 Finally tonight I could have been saying
 
Who I’d like to thank…then I’d start to cry
 This dream wont come true if old broomy wont fly
 
 Now I remember,my stupid old cat
 today peed on my broomstick and all over my hat
 
I’ll cast her a spell my old broom I will dry
and as quick as a flash We’ll be ready to fly

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25. I met the Spring

                        

  I met the spring this  morning while going for a walk.
 I sensed that she was busy and had no time to talk.  

 Within her arms a bundle of plants and shoots and   seeds
 Adorned her neck with snowdrops she wore like flower beads

Her dress was sewn from crocuses , a fragrant scented gown

And on her head wore bluebells , she’d  placed there like a crown

 And as I made to pass her, into her arms was drawn

And from her warm and light embrace know winter’s almost gone


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