Tuesday, 4 August 2015

The Bard and I...one of my lifetimes....

Shakespeare and Me...a lifetime remembered!

cnwriter..carolinaStarred PageBy cnwriter..carolina, 7th Mar 2013 | Stop following | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/-po2xo1y/
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Many lifetimes we have had as many people, rich, poor, black, white, noble, peasant all sorts. Of course some of you don't believe this and others will say cnwriter you are nuts...I really dont care for I Know and that is all that matters....

Flowing Words

The Bard and I one day
Together wrote a play

To entertain the Queen
When to the Globe she came
At tables we sat he and I
With quill pens we did write
Taught me he had
To parley words and put together
Just like that


No rhyme nor reason did they have
Just flowing thoughts with meaning had
Yet found their way indeed they did
Becoming something of import

Shakespeare's School of Writers

Part of his school of writers 
Small it was but filled
With those so passionate
Of words
And words
And words


Taking them
Making them into grandiose forms

On subjects of every kind
We played with them
Backwards
Forwards
Inbetween


It mattered not to us
Our minds were filled with marvellous themes
Our eyes such beauty saw
Our ears heard music so sublime

Flowing in and through the words

Shakespeare's Perfection

Put it here
Move it there
It fits not anyway

What the bloody hell you doing
Go to hell you all


Shakespeare his temper quite profound
It turned us not away
We tried again again again
To make it rhyme just right


His approval we did want
To know we did it right

To have our master turn to us
And smile with delight


And chuckle in his pointed beard
As words flowed honey like
A nod of his head sent all of us
Into raptures rare

Honouring your Ability


And to this day we remember
Some of us
What we were taught
So long ago

Ego you may say
From jealousy you come

You cannot write the way I do
But why should you anyway


You have your own inimitable way
Wonderful it is to read
A writer's life not always what it seems
Just doing it is a marvellous thing


So honour yourself for your ability
And love all that you do

Monday, 23 February 2015

Where Do You Go...

.Always searching most people are for love...hither and thither they go...this one that....then one day finally they look inside and find what they have always been looking for.......enjoy

A finding for you...

When love slips in
And finds you there
Take note
May never come again

So rare a finding
It can be
Depending what you want to see
Whom you want with you
So many parade
Their ways to do
Show things that are not true
Disappointment

An adage

An old adage be
Seek and ye will find
But if not knowing
What you want
How can you recognize
When to you arrives

A conundrum indeed

LIke raindrops
Falling from the sky
On top of curly heads
Eyes upward turned
Blinded by lies

karma returns...

Karma is a gracious thing
Chances given to redeem
Things you did in lifetimes gone
Around again have come

Soul in all its splendour knows
Spirit manifesting through
Listen to the voice within
Guides you on your way

potpourri

Life is like a potpourri
Different flowers
Scents and colours
Dried together

Placed in varied
Receptacles
Yours to choose
If you so will

Gorgeous some will be
Others not that way
Yet if you take another look
Change quite subtly

Knowing


Spirit comes alive
Present is with you
Every moment
Every day

Walk you will
Hand in hand with the Beloved
Knowing you and God as One...

and so it is....

Thursday, 19 February 2015

Musings on a Writer's Life...a Writer's Work..a Writer's World....


cnwriter..carolinaStarred PageBy cnwriter..carolina, 21st May 2012
Especially is this piece written for other writers like myself who experience all the vagaries of doubt, ego,love, hate, passion for their writings and so on and so on....

What does the Writer?

Where are you going me darlin' friend?
Where have you been?
It seems an age has gone by
The earth has revolved so many times around the sun
Or did it stop somewhere
And lost you 
Did you fall of the edge or is there an edge?

I have been travelling the world of words
Sweet ones
Ugly ones
Vicious ones
Joyful ones
It matters not for what else can a writer do
But express through these magic symbols
Write one, write two
Then start again and so it goes

Does the same thing apply???

A conondrum...

Is it good?
Is it bad?
What will they think of what I write
The constant questioning goes on and on
The constant questing for the perfect piece

Who really gives a fuck anyway
What others think or say
I don't 
Or do I
A conondrum it can be
Not a condom for sure
Oh my those words are so close with such
Different meaning....

Does the same thing apply???

A Writer's Effort

Where you are
Is where you have to be
Or you would be somewhere else
Plain this is as your nose upon your face
But what if you were an alien
With no nose
Just a slit

writer's mind
Imagination fly
Words to express
Like stars up in the sky
Too many to enumerate

Constant drivel....

Into patterns they are woven
Onto a page written
way of bringing information
To all who drop in to look and read
The drivel on the pages placed
Here
There
Everywhere
We go

In print it stares us in the face
Reflecting the reflection of ourselves
We put so much into these pieces
wrenching of the heart
focus of the mind
depth of feeling
Passion, oh so much passion
All summed up in few or many words

Would the same thing apply???

A recent Message from Matthew

Thought I would add the following message from Matthew for you to know more about what is going on here on our beloved planet earth!!

Most people don’t know Earth has almost exited third density or that the law of physics governing life in this universe holds that nothing with the low frequency vibrations of darkness can enter the high vibrations of fourth density. This includes physical bodies, activities, plans, dogmas, laws, customs, rituals — everything devised with dark intent to control the populace; everything that is harmful to body, mind and spirit; everything that for millennia kept your world mired in third density will be ending within months



Thursday, 12 February 2015

Dedicated to Bitchy People Everywhere....ha!



How and Why

I often wonder why people hate
Pie flies high off your plate
How custard sticks on side of bowl
Rain in puddles forms
How clouds do part in sky
Blue heaven then does show
Enough to make a sailor's suit
Means sun will shine quite soon

Why twenty shillings make a pound
Why people mean can be
Hurt they do the ones they love
Often deliberately

Boomerang...

How bitchy some women be
Thinking they are hurting me
But like a boomerang returns
Multiplied quite endlessly
Not the ones I call friends

Cats do squabble over milk
Dogs do bark at trees
Bulls shake horns at one another
Deer their antlers meet

Here today..Gone tomorrow

Bitchy women
Everywhere you find them
Like cats playing amongst the pigeons
Pouncing killing mercilessly
Yet soon they will get their comuppance
One day their friends will turn away
Fairweather indeed are they
Here today and gone tomorrow
As the holy book doth say

In Pigsty swill

Oh what fun to see you play
Amongst the pigeons on display
Droppings white upon the ground
Sullied they become
Like caricatures on display
Still are and always will
Pigs munching at their swill
Grunting round and round they go
In pigsties
For all to hear and see
Some white some speckled some brown
But underneath all is pink
Like dirty washing in the sink
That to the surface does rise
Ready for another day

and so it is!!!!!



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hereVerum Dictum
hereAnonymous..the Movie
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Sunday, 8 February 2015

Ode to Memories of Lost Love


cnwriter..carolinaBy cnwriter..carolina, 16th Mar 2012 |\
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Poetry
Unrequited love and then the tables are turned for often the one who turns away lives to regret...

You Came To Me

Water under the BridgeYou came to me
One sweet spring day
And begged me stay
I listened and my heart
Sang

You came to me
One long spring day
In your glorious butterfly colours
And pride filled ways

We stayed together
Never apart
Then the colours dimmed
And the days turned dark

The Same Sweet Song

You turned away
Not looking at me
The hurt and pain
Wrenched at my heart

You turned away
To another
To fill them with the same sweet song
You sang so often
To so many

Water Under the Bridge

Now time has passed
Water under the bridge
My heart has healed

But yours has not
For deep within the reaches
Of your heart
I linger
Always there

Memories of Me

No matter what you say
Or do or think
Your memories of me
Are there
Colouring all you do
Golden colours
The colours of May
When I went away


Ode to An Aries Child..Me....


cnwriter..carolinaBy cnwriter..carolina, 6th Mar 2012
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Poetry
Aries child
Having been an Aries for many years, I recognize many of my traits and hope you too reading this will enjoy yours or other Aries people.

An Aries Child

An Aries child I am for sure
Full of the joys of Spring
But beware of my anger
For it can turn on you
Who please me not

If you harm me or another
Whom I love

Where Angels dare not Go

An Aries Child I am for sure
The child of the Zodiac
Bursting with childlike enthusiasm
For all that comes my way

A pioneer fearing not to tread
Where angels dare not go
For well protected I am
By those who love me so

They are oft the ones whom
You cannot see
Their angels wings translucent
In the softly blowing wind

Child of Light


I am an Aries Child
A child of the Light
In touch with forces
Far beyond the ken of
Mere man

Who dare to come against
The Light will find themselves
No longer bright
and it is so.....ha!