Old poems of mine

[SpiritoftheGael]

Ok so this one was definitely written as a kid, so I'm kind of laughing about lambs and goats living in harmony right now

I saw a stream which looked like ebony
That drifted slowly round the lovely bay
And came to carry me from where I lay;
The waves were laughing full of irony, (I'm not sure why the waves were laughing full of irony except that I found life ironic in general and also thought my own romanticism was absurd so I guess that would be why)
Then turned to poems heard so long ago:
They sang me soft words of Cumberland plateaus
Where lambs and goats all lived in harmony
But then it switched to poems so ancient
Of legends much deeper than sparkling gold,
Of the brightest moons of bold lemony
Songs, then, of a butler the best of them all (This was not a random line about a butler I promise. It was me thinking I was clever and referencing Yeats)
So now I just listen, simply enthralled.

[SpiritoftheGael]

Also definitely a kid when I wrote this one.

The Sun of Liberty

A land of green and joyous poverty (joyous poverty sounds cringey to me now but I was definitely referencing the poverty of Ireland after the British tried to destroy them and how they kept their spirit despite that)
Doth lie twixt brewing sky and sunny day;
And Tis here she danced on ancient property,
Here where she overlooked the shining bay:
Of fine mist which rides the helm of shining sea
May someday carry her so far away
She'll dance in windy skies of liberty
And then fly wing to wing like jay to jay
Over mountains, of warmish bluish grey;
Presently she bides the time to see the free
For tis a journey set the hardest way,
A journey difficult even for sidhe
But now she's on her way to sunny skies
So now the sun is setting whilst the rise.

[SpiritoftheGael]

This one is very very old. Probably under age 10. Animal hehe I don't really change at all. lol. Me as a child was still obsessing with the ocean and water.

I

The waves roll crashing glassy founts of salt
The race begins with waves, foaming with malt
Each one carrying its great heavy load
As they crash with sand they go out for more
And some do know where is great ancient lore
Like treasure man does seek deep in the sea
Or things man does not know like mysterious things
Which are hidden far down with ancient rings
Guarded by poisonous fish of the sea
And here lands lie filled with mermaids and silkies
Who play and frolic among periwinkles
And the only ones who know this great thing
Are children saved by bright mermaids
Who take them out where they can knee deep wade
Many a child tells this story, but none believe it.

II.

I myself was one of these young children
Who now explores deep into the wildern
Searching vast and deep for these great secrets
Searching for magical creatures like elves
Also for things like dwarves who dig deep and delve
But always to the ocean I return
To see the beautiful white crested helms
I dive deep, but always return full of overwhelm
I see Atlantis but never what I seek
Gold coins I find but never what I seek
And then I start to gasp and am very weak
So yet again I find not what I seek
Though I become great for finding some things
I would rather find more important things
And my own desire mermaids of the sea

III.

Part 3 was lost. We believe it to be about how he lost unconsciousness in the sea.

[SpiritoftheGael]

Forever

You dreamed of living on forever
As you tore the fabric off my mind;
You built realities for us together
As we jumped strands of time with so much to find.

Alas the butterfly effect that changed our fate,
Oh my love is it really all too late?

I feel you in my heart, dancing on forever.
Oh my dear mad scientist what have we wrought?
We've diverged from a line now lost to the ether,
But forever, in energy, you've been caught
And somewhere, my time lord, we're not apart.