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Gideons Law
Darren’s Garden There goes Saint Harif and Saint Stephen Lets us listen in! |
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Darren's Garden of Eden
Follow the path
To those magical places
To those magical places
Softly, the breezes caress
Away the evils of outside duress This garden in an envelope of love Waiting to be gently opened Fly, fly my dove 
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Rains nurture the seeds Love embraces all the gardens good deeds Angels wonder, and statues sing This garden is Darren’s Flowers a plenty as Harifs' Harems 
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Tranquility glows in the summer sun Branches entwined in the love that flows Blossoms bloom, tears consume Waterfalls drown out any sadness The oasis our garden of gladness |
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Dedicated to a great poet with an immense heart who has inspired many!
I have combined a few scenes, the gardens are real, the one just above, made for Darren, and in my backyard. The others very close by, I shall add updates, because as life, gardens change and grow!
Gardens grow, and Darren's garden will be no exception!
I TOLD THE SUN
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I told the sun who told the sky who told the clouds and made them cry the rain drops told a bumble bee who told a rose who told a tree the tree then told a butterfly who told a bluebird flying high who told the stars who told the moon Now we all say please get well soon Hoping you feel better soon Darren A poem by Chris Green |
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Standing Ovation
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In one of her melodies of sundresses, Heavenly Light erupts in full blaze, well dressed in yellow, orange, and caramel. The audience is passionately waiting to bathe in her extraordinary performance, of her golden rays. With the evening coming to an end creation cannot hold back with a standing ovation. A poem by Eve Roper |
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The Overlooker of Twins
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Village Twins
As the story was told There was a village of old By the sea, by the bogs and valleys yonder The village is no more you see Unless you go to visit the phantoms down under This quaint old village was cursed in a way All the births were girls, so they did say Twins to each family, there was no other way The twins were cute, as twins tend to be However something was wrong, the tale you shall see Twins seem to bond closely together The suffering of one, well is the pain they all weather In this village of multiple twins by the sea One was hurt by the evil of a vindictive he All would soon pay, this village soon ceasing to be |
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One by one, each and every night
An adult was missing, the village in fright The twins exchanged their knowing smiles The big ones be gone, soon, in a while Death hung over the this village of lore Elders were poisoned, knifed, cut at the throat If the twins had rope then the elders no hope They were dragged and buried near to the church This graveyard hidden, from the good lord Should he wish to search The witch with her hut near the graveyards church She saw the deeds and evil seeds of the old ones curse She reveled in the triumph of the twins sinister victory However perverse, the spell cast was predicted verse For now the village lied quiet, crimes paid by the purse The children roamed and played Frolicking in their gleeful bounty No chores, no bed times, no secrets at all Pastries and wine, such was their fantastical time Until, until….. the next village began to despair The markets were empty of only one village lot Where could they have gone, what could have begot? They were shocked to find only twins in the playgrounds All the houses were empty of life and humanity Why the poor twins looked like pure raving insanity! |
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Where are your mothers, your fathers, your family?
Why they said, a ship sailed in and took all of them! A captain by the name of Morgan, we did see and abhor He took all the elders, as we hid by shore He said they’d be back in a sailing or two Now the inspector of the county was strongly stirred If the children were hidden, well how had they heard? Such discrepancies suspicious and even absurd When he questioned the old witch at the edge of the town She snickered, and said |
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uamhann caraid
uamhann caraid Beware those twins! Or tiss you inspector who will be drowned! For the Celtic angels made justice in lore Leave be the spells, and go away from this shore Let time wash away, the sins Bones rest now for sure |
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O Arrr Pirates Ahoy?
Alas Captain Morgan was not Welsh, and indeed this makes sense, as anyone famous for Rum must indeed be Scottish, however the tale was said years ago. Although this story takes place in Wales, Its is all from my imagination, or more correctly from Captain Morgans!
All the graveyards photos here are indeed from Wales!
Oh the stories they could tell!
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The Owl and the Crow
The hunter captured the owl He brought her home to his castle Inside a cell she was put Away from the rain The owl, never went hungry The majestic avian had the greatest of comforts Perched on a branch in a gilded cage She could gaze at the starlit moon One evening when the hunter warrior returned to his castle The owl, asked Why do keep me from my parliament? Why do you imprison me here in this cage? The brave knight, replied I am sorry for the inconvenience wise one Alas I am a buffoon who knows nothing of this world You are a wise one from the black magical forest You see, I wish from you Your wisdom Here you can impart your wisdom upon me over time Then I too can give guidance to my band of merry men I wish you know harm You shall have the greatest of comforts I apologize for my rough and tumble methods My heart being pure, I seek only your knowledge The owl remained silent For you see that is often the way of the wise ones The knight therefore left to his contemplations As was the owl left to hers Great battles were later fought Great fires ravaged the forests near Great hunts resulted in feasts of wine and yore The owl being wise, softly learned the Knights’ ways After a fresh rain, a crow appeared on the window sill Look, look at this silly imprisoned owl he cried Nor are you brave nor are you free As I the crow flies high-up in the sunlit skies The crow came by daily to mock the owl You silly stupid owl, in a cage As I am free day and night to sore You in that little cage can only snore Again the owl choose the path of silence The crow crowed and crooned Mocking the predicament of the Owl The Owl, even with no parliament became wiser still One day, the crow landed on the windowsill As he said to the owl, you still have not your freedom? A very large Bengal tiger then leapt from the brush The crow existed no more, the Tiger quite content with his meal The owl, being silent, listened to the both life and death She listened to the ancients; the winds and both sun and moon You see on her capture, she was treated like a queen She thus observed early on her cage was never locked She who all thought was imprisoned Was free The Crow who thought he was free Was imprisoned within his own mind She saw the kindness of the knights’ eyes He had not the heart of capture He had the compassion of savior and protector Knowing well hungry tigers prowled outside the castle walls The owl simply grew in her wisdom and admiration Knowing that kindness too can wear a mask She now flies the path of the knights’ adventures Giving solace to him, the kind one with a broken heart Section II The eye of the tiger, bloodthirsty and lean Never to you shall bad deeds fall upon your soul Until, like a jester, you dance to your own deceptions Consumed Wisdom has no voice, no advocate of defense She is carried by the winds Upon those whose hearts wish to make her timeless Loves embrace is often joyous and silent |
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Love Sleeps, Never Dies
An old man A Grumpy bitter old man Bitter face Red nose Wrinkled beady eyes Scruffy clothes his best attire Life has not been kind So his bitter words bite those around He lived alone, inside his madness Leave me be and go to hell His favorite expressions The phone rang one night late This is the Court sir, your brother’s son and family Have been in a terrible accident Only your niece of four survived When can you pick her up? The old man was in a daze What the hell was he being punished for now Keeping care of a dam kid What the bloody hell did he know about that? "Well sir, we will be expecting you tomorrow, 9am prompt please" Walking back to his flat, with a 4 year old girl in tow Well the neighbors gawked to say the least The poor little girl, tears and teddy, trying to keep up with grumpy Once inside his flat, he looked at her with disdain Said "Guess you be expecting some food or some such" She nodded, as sad as she was, she was indeed hungry He showed her the cupboard and fridge, milk and cereal in there Help yourself, and wash the dam dishes afterwards Don’t got no extra bed, so you sleep here on the couch She nodded silently, thinking the world truly must have ended Days, turned into weeks, turned into months This little girl complained not once All she could think of was her pain Mummy and daddy were in heaven where ever that was Why they left her was truly confusing Friday was her birthday She was sad and missing her family Getting ready, she went to the cupboard for dinner The old man said what the hell you doing that for? She shivered in fear, he was always so so so mad She apologies, sorry uncle Pete He replied you sit your self down right there And you be quiet you here? Then the lights all of sudden went out Bright tiny candles burned in the night The old man, said, is your birthday after all Hope you don’t mind these little cupcakes I got us here She looked at him with new eyes He turned, not quite smiling, no miracles just yet They ate in silence after which, he said good night and happy birthday The next morning even they really never talked Other than who does what chores Or how expensive she was to care for She asked out of the blue "Uncle, why do angels have wings?" In his usual grumpy way, he replied "So they get the hell away from us as fast as they can is why This world is no place for happiness or angels get used to that" She was taken back by his bitterness, still……… She replied, “but I dream on them looking over me uncle" Well he looked at her, and somewhat softly and with unusual kindness He answered her "that’s because you are one of them, a sweet little angel" She ran into his arms and gave him a big hug This was a very good thing. For then she could not see the single tear the dropped to the floor He actually hugged her back and with all of his heart That day, a day for most people that was a normal day Was for him and his little charge, a miracle A small loving child, held that secret key To opening an old mans heart |
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