Best Taliesin Poems
There Are A Thousand Treasures Of Kings
Worth More, Than All The Wealth, There Could Be !
Some Say, It’s In A Kingdom Of Dreams
Others Say, It’s As Real As You & Me
The Legend Says, There’s A Kingdom Of Love
In A Kingdom, Far Away & Above
Kings-Treasures, To Be Claimed By The Best
Those Worthy Of Courage, To Quest
& So, This Is Where I’ll Start, My Friend,
Tho’, This Isn’t Where The Real Tale Begins
You See, There Was A Merry Band Of Adventurers
Who Went On A Quest, As Treasure-Gatherers
There Was Moses, The Freedom-Circle-Rider
Stayed His Course, Like An Eagle-Glider
There Was Goff, The Monk Of Sky and Trees
His Visions Of Life, Were As Open As Doors With Keys
There Was Kendricks, The Keeper Of ‘Interesting’ Tracks
& Marty, Of The Hale & Hearty & Power-Pen Pack
There Was Adell of Deep Wells … & Dio, The Devoted
& Dame Brown Of Mountain-Ground, So Sweetly-Noted
There Was An Irish Lass, O’Leary Of Laughter
& The Golden Daughter Of Grace & Audrey Of Gifted-Banter
& Devonshire, The Dove & Highlander Of Heather-Cove
Of First To Join Search: For Soup & Treasure-Trove
Of Course, We Have A Prince Of Passion Land
& Ismael, A Dream-Merchant From His Own Island
The Prince, Paints Of Pleasures; The Islander Speaks of Treasures
Both Know Of Biggest Royal Cache That We Could Ever Measure !
There Came Tim, The Archer Of The Wit-Forest
& A Determined Mother with Son, The Lady Doris
Maid Adams, Who Teaches How To Keep Cold Away
& The Lightning-Voice Of Linda Marie, Keeps Wolves At-Bay
There Is Sir Lamoureu of Sir Lancelot's Order
He Wields Words In Articulate Axes & Armor
And To Those Who Dare Say Chivalry Is Dead ...
Is Because -The Sonnets of Sir Lamoureu, They Have Not Read
& The Legendary Language That Sir Lamoureu Pledge
Then There's Lady Linda, A Chatelaine & A Poet Destroyer
But She Only Versus The Verses of The Vanity Voyeurers
Her Skill With Quill Accurately Quite Accords
As Proof of Pens Being Mightier Than Swords
We Have A Pretty Elf Known As Anne Lise Andresen
Her Piquant Topics of Poetry Makes Her Our Taliesin
And We Have Our Very Own Kind Maid Merryman
She Transports Adventures Better Than A Ferryman
Part 1 of 2
Many brazen men have
failed to win her sanctity;
shouting foolish taunts
to vex The Fays of Chastity.
How eager they are
to gnash and gnaw
the bones of
The Strange-Very Strange,
and how willing they are to wager
away precious wit and whim
to win a prophetic poet bride
for the musing of Taliesin.
.
Spirit of the ancient isles,
Of Erin and of Albion,
I call to thee,
Please come to us,
Ancient spirit come to me,
I call to thee,
In moorland wind,
And highland glen,
In summer meadow,
By Greenwood tree,
I recall bluebells in spring,
Autumn rains in Irish hills,
Long winter nights by firesides,
The places where the hidden brook glides,
A deer in a forest glade,
The Standing Stones the giants made,
I recall that mystic land
That lies unseen,
So near at hand,
Where ancestral beings,
Weave out time,
And listen to the voice Divine,
I recall the bards of old,
Of endless tales that they told,
Of Bran and Branwynn,
Of Taliesin and of Merlin,
Of beacons burning in the night,
And the forests of the light,
I recall the other folk,
That live inside the hills and mounds,
Enchanting us with magic sounds,
I recall the paths we trod,
To the sacred groves,
Of the great God Lugh,
Of Dagda and the Goddess Danu,
Of Bridey, Herne and Ceredwin,
Gwion Bach and Finn McCool,
Of Beltane, Sawain and of Yule,
And of this and so much more,
That grows inside the Celtic soul,
It rises up inside us now,
Like the young sap in the old tree,
Like a root that grows,
In you and me,
And at last learns to be free,
With these words we do invoke,
The ancient masters of the Oak,
The Ash, the Thorn and every tree,
In our secret ancestry,`
To every soul to be awake,
To rise up and see whats at stake,
The root race that we must save,
The seeds and grains,
The life you gave,
In the isles of Lugh and Math,
Now is time to rise again,
To know the Sun and feel the rain,
To meet again,
The brethren of the Celtic Ray,
To come together come what may,
And never lose our will to be,
Nor the hope that comes through thee,
Through the Earth and through the trees,
Through the balmy air of a summer breeze,
That comes to you in the Sun that ripens the corn,
And harvests the crop of this ray,
And takes you to the ancient way,
So we can dance anew like blossoms in the month of May.
There Are A Thousand Treasures Of Kings
Worth More, Than All The Wealth, There Could Be !
Some Say, It’s In A Kingdom Of Dreams
Others Say, It’s As Real As You & Me
The Legend Says, There’s A Kingdom Of Love
In A Kingdom, Far Away & Above
Kings-Treasures, To Be Claimed By The Best
Those Worthy Of Courage, To Quest
& So, This Is Where I’ll Start, My Friend,
Tho’, This Isn’t Where The Real Tale Begins
You See, There Was A Merry Band Of Adventurers
Who Went On A Quest, As Treasure-Gatherers
There Was Moses, The Freedom-Circle-Rider
Stayed His Course, Like An Eagle-Glider
There Was Goff, The Monk Of Sky and Trees
His Visions Of Life, Were As Open As Doors With Keys
There Was Kendricks, The Keeper Of ‘Interesting’ Tracks
& Marty, Of The Hale & Hearty & Power-Pen Pack
There Was Adell of Deep Wells … & Dio, The Devoted
& Dame Brown Of Mountain-Ground, So Sweetly-Noted
There Was An Irish Lass, O’Leary Of Laughter
& The Golden Daughter Of Grace & Audrey Of Gifted-Banter
& Devonshire, The Dove & Highlander Of Heather-Cove
Of First To Join Search: For Soup & Treasure-Trove
Of Course, We Have A Prince Of Passion Land
& Ismael, A Dream-Merchant From His Own Island
The Prince, Paints Of Pleasures; The Islander Speaks of Treasures
Both Know Of Biggest Royal Cache That We Could Ever Measure !
There Came Tim, The Archer Of The Wit-Forest
& A Determined Mother with Son, The Lady Doris
Maid Adams, Who Teaches How To Keep Cold Away
& The Lightning-Voice Of Linda Marie, Keeps Wolves At-Bay
There Is Sir Lamoureu of Sir Lancelot's Order
He Wields Words In Articulate Axes & Armor
And To Those Who Dare Say Chivalry Is Dead ...
Is Because -The Sonnets of Sir Lamoureu, They Have Not Read
& The Legendary Language That Sir Lamoureu Pledge
Then There's Lady Linda, A Chatelaine & A Poet Destroyer
But She Only Versus The Verses of The Vanity Voyeurers
Her Skill With Quill Accurately Quite Accords
As Proof of Pens Being Mightier Than Swords
We Have A Pretty Elf Known As Anne Lise Andresen
Her Piquant Topics of Poetry Makes Her Our Taliesin
And We Have Our Very Own Kind Maid Merryman
She Transports Adventures Better Than A Ferryman
Part 1 of 2
Written & Copyrighted By: MoonBee Canady
Thou ceridwen
beautiful and most fair
seek thy knowledge
in the witches lair-
Keeper of wisdom
poetry and creed
magic moonlight
carrier of the ravens seed-
Creirwy, Morfan and Taliesin
blessed children that you are
gifts from the Gods
as fallen stars-
But my son Morfan
his fate so sad
to look upon his
countenance really bad-
A brew I made
for my dear son
so the people
my child they would not shun-
A year and a day
so long to make
but with my words
inclusion his heart
to take-
But my servant I sent
to watch over the brew
foolish mistake
for in doing this
of the potion he did take-
A rabbit he turned into
and I a greyhound
silently gave chase
without making a sound-
So he became a fish
and into the river he went
I an otter
his life now spent-
Foolish he turned into a bird
so I became a hawk
never getting weary
not saying a word-
Tired as he was
into a grain of corn
he became
he should have realized
he would never be the same-
For I in my wisdom
became a hen
eating the corn
in the sinners den-
Nine months later
a child was born
I weary and worn
but to him I could
not make myself kill
so I wrapped him in cloth
and threw him in the water
that maybe he might have a chance
at life still-
Found he was
and so lived he
to become the Poet
Taliesin virtuous and free
a great writer
he shall be known for
all eternity-
A whispered ‘ah’
He heard a voice upon the breeze
A whispered ‘ah’
Is calling him near from afar
In the silence, he moves the trees
A god granting a spirit ease
A whispered ‘ah’