Short Celts Poems

Tree intertwining,

                            complete cosmos, root, and branch,

                                      mystic Celtic wood....

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Love and loyalty,
                                          You curve about my finger,
                                                 A swell of fervor....

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Celtic triple knot,

                                            Mystical life interweave.

                                              Eternal, the strength....

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Haunting
Harp melodies
Leaving maestro’s fingers
Poignantly echo ancient Celts	
Lingers









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Margaret Foster Sept. 2011...

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Spring has arrived in the land of the Celts
Purple crocus appears as snow and ice melts
The dawn chorus heralds a new season for all
The maple tree bare but still standing tall
Out in the bay small boats appear
The threat of winter storms finally disappears
Seasons change, like the turn of a wheel
As another begins for the house on the hill...

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“This country is ours!” is their rallying call,
“We don't want any strangers like you”
but since Celts, Picts and Romans
no-one owns this land,
we are all of us just passing through.
“We're English!” “We're Scottish!” “We're Welsh!”
goes the cry,
but here is the fact you must face-
you leave all these labels behind at the grave
and then somebody else takes your place....

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crowblack night
and we remember
fear and flame
we were large then
encompassed all the places
sacred and profane
did not know where we ended or began
still we knew what we were
then i was the crow 
i was the night the dreamwanderer
i knew wind as brother moon as mother
you were the wolf the black and the light
you knew flame as guardian and rain as life
then we were wise
there was no learning then 
only remembering...

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A snow bound silence descends now
upon my hallowed home,
the traffic's gone, the streets unplowed
and I'm engrossed in tomes.

A ribald tale of myst'ry roils
the knights have charged the breech
the bard sings tall tales of old
of maiden's love's unleashed.

The pendants mark the battles course
as Saxons face the Celts
unarmored men fought Saxon's, Norse
in naught but paint and pelts.

And so it was, and so it is
as men live or die for a kiss....

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With Waheed they had roughly dealt,
The bitterness still deeply felt.
Enroute did Celts him with stones pelt
And he's like the hit with strong belt
"Let's watch him smile and fail to melt"
He won't for all The South's veldt!"

Black Tourist facing Racist Celt:
Any time out of doors would melt.
Begged he had all Celts and down knelt
But they had his feeling not smelt...

Waheed guessed he'd his feet planted
Where both right and left aren't wanted....

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I love you he said as he lay supine abed.
Through veiled tears masked by a smile,
she glowed comely, masking fear and dread,
kissing weathered cheeks, gently,
her wares availed
and duly spread.
A gift of love to offer only one.

All pangs of fear now fled,
the child bride smiling all the while.
A woman now, resplendent dwells instead.
Taking charge of things anon,
she quickly whisks the room.
Baking yeast bread;
akimbo, she smiles….. “Clan Gunn” !...

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