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Tag Archives: bards
Reflections of a Twentieth Century Bard
After the “Song of Amergin” I have been a fly on the wall of a corporate meeting I have been a child lost in snow that drifted roof high I have been a broke-winged bird, flightless through winter I have … Continue reading →
If Words Alone Could Change the World
If words alone could change the world the poets would still reign as kings, and those who may rely on swords would spend their time on lesser things. The lure of verse, both blank and rhymed, would tempt young minds … Continue reading →
Your Own Words
What do I care? They’re only words, flung out in speech like careless pearls; it’s not as if they can raise boils or lay an endless, babbling curse. Oh, wait; that’s not entirely true. For in the Celtic lands, the … Continue reading →
On Bards of Old
Did bards of old, I wonder, ever tire of rooting through their souls for a new verse in order to instruct, praise or inspire through their connection with the universe, and after twenty years of “learn by rote”, requiring mastery … Continue reading →
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Father’s Day
Ultimatums are absurd, like “I will not write one more word until those reading clap and say, ‘Bravo!’ and ‘Watch the genius play!’” The Sufis had it right, I think: “Don’t name wells from which you won’t drink”; and yet, … Continue reading →
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Oh Bard, Come Sing: the official Welsh meters
Oh Bard, release your sacred song to heal these hurts and ways gone wrong! (cyhydedd fer) Let loose thy harp strings, filled with untamed woe; go deeply, cut to the heart – For it is there our wounds start. (englyn … Continue reading →
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The Bard Blues
Earlier this year, someone approached with the notion that being a bard was a relatively simple undertaking; of course, I took a small bit of umbrage to that idea, and responded with the following poem: Who is a bard, who … Continue reading →