Hi guys!  I've a little mermaid-related contest going on, and wanted to invite y'all to come participate!  
Alternate Visions is looking for a mermaid-themed poem, elucidating the differences between a plus-size mermaid and a manatee.  This is meant to be a kind-spirited, fun challenge, and there will be TWO prizes for the winner, as well as a prize for the second place entry. ^_^   The winner will receive a new, original piece of mermaid art, in addition to a new mermaid-themed necklace.  And the runner up will receive a brand new mermaid-themed bracelet! :D  

More details can be found here or at the links below, and mehopes that y'all take part!  I know there are a TON of creative peoples out there, n' I can't wait to see what folks come up with!  ^_^

Contest Description:  http://alternate-visions.blogspot.com/2013/02/arright-since-it-seems-snow-daze-image.html
Example Poem (Written by Yours Truly):  http://alternate-visions.blogspot.com/2013/02/arright-since-it-seems-snow-daze-image.html
The Elven Dance

O you who dance among the trees
With endless grace and tireless ease
Would it disrupt your song to speak
Of who you are and what you seek?

We circle through the forest green
In patterns left to you unseen
And when the sunlight lights the sky
To other places we must fly.

O you who fly into the night
With eyes that shine like stars and light,
Please tell me now where do you run
When you depart from day and sun?

With light that you will never see
We travel over rock and tree
Yet in the blazing glare of dawn
Our own devices must be gone.

O you who flee from sun and day
With strange enigmas you must play
To be so wary not to tell
Of who you are and where you dwell.

We would inform you of our thought
Yet even willing we could not
Albeit you will wonder why
We must instruct you not to pry.

O you who live behind fair guise
With masks complex and hidden eyes
Your will I do not understand
To cast aside a searching hand.

We know not how to make you see
Our use of words is not so free
The only thing that we can say
Is not to look for us this way.

O you who walk the other side
With ways you are compelled to hide
Though I would gladly know your lore
I will depart and ask no more.

We beg you not to leave our sight
And ride to long-forgotten light
Your presence cannot be so wrong
We bid you stay and hear our song.

O you who beckon with your smile
With beauty somehow filled with guile
Though you may change your mind and heart
With thought of danger I depart.

Alas! another one is lost
We cannot bear the heavy cost
Of longing to reveal our ways
Yet cursed until the end of days
To never let another know
Of why we wander to and fro
And of our dreams and of our thought
And of the closeness we have sought.
So on we dance among the trees
And wait until another sees
And maybe this time he will find
The center of our tangled mind.

- Amanda Baggs -
I just read an article that featured a lovely little table blessing.  As I've always said my own freeform prayer in my head at meals and have always wanted something to share with others during communal events, I thought I'd alter yon cute little poem a bit and commemorate it here.  (To keep for my own records, and to share with others.  If you like it, then by all means, feel free to use it as you please. :)) 

Blessings on the blossoms,
Blessings on the fruits,
Blessings on the leaves and stems,
Blessings on the roots,
Blessings on the gentle lives,
That helped to make this meal,
We thank you for this bounty
As in our heart/s we kneel.  

Alt. Version:
Who helped to make this food,
We give You thanks for all Your gifts,
And bow our heads in gratitude.

(And of course "we" can be substituted for "I," just as "Your" can be switched for "God's," "Heaven's," or "Earth's," etc. :))
Hope you enjoy!
I submitted this to a website called Lavendise eons and eons ago, when the site was still new.  (When I think Charlie & I lived together in Annandale! o.O)  If I recall rightly, the poem was old even then- having been written during one of my education camps for the blind during my middle high school days.)  It may be ancient, but I keep finding it on different faerie-related sites since, so I thought I'd bring it back to where it belonged. :)  (Especially since I have no hard copy or original file of it on disk anywhere.)  Plus, given the upcoming holiday (Samhain/Halloween), I wanted to share this little tidbit of my history. :)  

I hope you enjoy it, and that no matter how old you are, you can still hear the faeries singing.  *beams*

...   ...   ...

Green

Once, twice, step softly, child.
Step softly into the green!
If they hear you, they will surely run,
and you will never see them, ever again….

Well, perhaps not until next year,
but then you might be too old….
You might not believe.

What's that? You say you won't ever forget?
That you will hold them in your heart forever?
I believe you think you will,
But if you make too much noise,
the energy dies…

And true, you might know of them always,
You may wish for them to be…
But your eyes and ears,
they will be tainted.
Unable, and perhaps unwilling…

I used to believe in them too,
Knowing they sang,
& danced behind the green,
hearing them talk in my mind and my dreams,
calling to me….

But once I came,
and made too much noise,
and even though I almost heard them,
and almost knew that they were there,
I never saw them again.

And now their joyous songs
are only faint whispers
in my desperately clinging thoughts.
I wish to bring them back child,
to Believe, But it is too late….

So walk softly child.
Don't make too much noise!
I want you to see them,
Now, and always….


...   ...   ...
 

For another taste of my fae-inspired poetry (from a much more modern time in my life), you can also find my poem "King of the UnderWorld" below.   Read more... )
 


And that be it for me for now, kids! I hope you liked!
Love, Light and Lusciousness,
Nae
thewaterling: (Moon Goddess)
( Jan. 15th, 2009 07:36 pm)
My spirit is in Water.
My heart is in Fire.
My body is in Earth.
My mind is in Air.

Where all these things combine
is in Heaven, and part of me is There.

I dance the Dance betwixt the Four,
Turning, turning 'round again,
Ever searching for Equilibrium, Completion & Peace,
A place of White Light where all my Colors can blend.

All these Four are Part of Me
Each Element makes me Who I Am,
With blessings of Heaven, I pray while I spin.
And seek the Truth the best that I can.

Searching inward, reaching outward,
Dancing ever Forward all along,
The Harmony is Life in Me,
And I ask for Guidance in my Song.
thewaterling: (Crazy Happy!)
( Dec. 2nd, 2008 01:25 pm)
Good Stuff:  I wore a brown-based outfit today (like the only one I have) and am geting TONS of complements on it.  (It's a swank animal-patterned shirt Mark's mom gave me, and a sueded long skirt.)  I may not be a fan of brown, but it's nice to have all these people gushin' all over me about how nice, fancy, swanky, professional, etc. I look today. ^_^

Plus Sat. night I had two guys bein' all affectionate and com-on-y.  Wow.. duude.. how.. not usual. ...  It was FUN. ^_^

Gourmet Thanksgiving leftovers RULE. :D

Hack and Slash are teaching at a very cool Sword Fighting workshop.  There will be LOTS of big movie fight choreographers there. ^_^  All you fanboys and girls out there; YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO GO. ;D

I just sent this as a test to a coworker's e-mail, to make sure my server was working.  It's a silly li'l poem I thought up on the spot just for message filler.  And makes me think I should write children's books. ;D

"Ibbledy Bibbledy
Snaggledy-foo. 
I like silly nonsense,
Do you like it too?" ;D

I put up a video about my two li'l rat-boys on YouTube last night. :)  If you wanna see it, (or any of my other bizarro, trivial stuff), you can go to www.youtube.com/renaessance. :):)  (BellyHorror, FaerieCon and other vids there, too.)

My friend Ryan is donig a reshoot of a movie he's been working on for EONS now.  The new script and storyline is MUCH better than the first, and he's gonna have me in it for a bit! :D:D  Plus, he's casting right now for all but one main role, and for extras n' supporting roles.  If you're a LARPer, vampire-fan, or just acting fan who's local, gimme a holler and I'll pass on your info to him. :)  (It's a non-paying, low-budget gig, but it'll be goin up on MDB< and potentially be seen by.. very influential eyes. :):))

As I'm quitting my job, and my last day is on Friday, Dec. 5th, would anyone like to go out and celebrate w/me, either on Friday or Sat?  I'm goin' to Midnight Sat. to whoop it up.  ^_^  MIght dye my hair blue... dunno... :D:D
*wants to be the very antithesis of straight-laced, business-appropriate decorum*

And dassit!
How was everyone's weekend??

..Nearly 3 Days and Counting...
^_^
Nae
thewaterling: (DJ Nae-Nae)
( Oct. 21st, 2008 01:47 pm)
Fire

Dancing, dancing round and round,

Escalating ever Higher,

Feel your pulse pound in your ears,

Dance with with the heat

of the pulsating Fire.

You are the Storm Front,

You are the Seas,

The torrents of winds whipping higher,

Your pulse becomes Quick like molten lava,

As you dance with the pulsating Fire.

You are the Sun beam,

You are hot Flesh,

You are the Pulse of Desire,

You are the Breath that quickens the World,

You are the Breath of the Fire.

Keep your distance.

Keep your head.

Remember temperance as you turn.

For even one who's One with Fire,

Still has flesh to burn.


(Edited from a poem I did many, many years ago- in honour of the firedancing troupe that's gonna come dance for us at the DC Zombie Lurch. :):)
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I've had this idea in my head for sometime for a piece of art I've been wanting to do.  It's been itching at my brain a lot lately, and since I can't exactly get the piece done at the moment as I'd like, I thought I'd come up with a little piece of writing to describe him instead... 

King of the UnderWorld

And there he sits,
an Elven king,
perched high
atop his throne,
mighty lord,
surveying all he sees-
regent of the subway lines...
The UnderGround, his home.
...

Lord of rats and skittering things,
a vagabond or two,
a homeless woman in a blackened cart,
and while you're there, he lords o'er you.

Metal cars go streaming past
like screeching bean-sidhes in the night,
while passersby linger & move ever on,
oblivious of his Majesty's sight.

Upon a stairwell never used,
for what reason none quite knows why,
His Lordship makes his humble roost,
Sheltered from rain, and sun and sky.

For he is the Lord of the UnderGround,
the Master of all he sees,
and he owns all the tunnelways, rail stations and tube-cars,
We all merely come and go by his leave.

Yes every vagrant and traveller, socialite & tramp,
Every businessman, fop, boy and girl,
Passes through the railways as His Lordship allows it,
For we are only sojourning subjects within His World.

This his crown of found objects,
That sits atop his high, chiseled brow,
Encircling tendrils of light, flowing locks,
And his frowning, eloquent mouth.

He sits in the center of the stairwell,
Long white hands gripping the rails of his throne,
As the escalators move people unseeing,
And his lordship reigns, all alone.

His clothes are rugged & care-worn,
With torn blue-jeans and strapped leather boots,
While on his arms rest long metal gauntlets,
His chest bare but for ancient tattoos.

And there he is, and always will be,
The Lord of the great UnderGround,
Reigning over his Kingdom, unheard and unseen,
All alone..  Well- at least, until now...

thewaterling: (Naead)
( May. 9th, 2008 04:25 pm)
yOU HAVE JUMPED OVER HURTLES,
YOU HAVE DRIVEN ALL OVER TOWN,
AND GONE FAR, FAR BEYOND,
YOU HAVE BENT OVER BACKWARDS,
FORWARDS AND SIDEWAYS,
AND TAKEN TIME OUT OF YOUR DAY
AGAIN, AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN.
YOU HAVE LIFTED AND HELD,
FIXED, MADE AND COOKED,
AND DONE FAVOR UPON FAVOR UPON FAVOR.
(WHETHER YOU LIKED IT OR NOT),
YOU HAVE COMFORTED AND HUGGED,
TAUGHT AND SUPPORTED,
PUSHED, FOUGHT AND FORCED,
& GIVEN A MOUNTAIN OF KISSES
ON OWIES BOTH OUTSIDE AND INSIDE.
YOU'VE BEEN STRONG AS
MOTHER NATURE HERSELF
STANDING UP AND SPEAKING OUT,
AND BEEN AS SOFT AND UNSEEN
(BUT ALWAYS KNOWN AND FELT)
AS THE COOLEST MORNING BREEZE.
MOVING POWERFULLY AND SILENTLY.

AND YOU HAVE BLESSED MY LIFE
IN COUNTLESS WAYS
BEYOND MY KNOWING, OR EXPRESSION,
AND IN THE END, YOU DID ALL OF THIS
FOR ME.
AND I THANK YOU.
MORE THAN WORDS
COULD EVER SAY...

LOVE LOVE LOVE,
RENAE
I'm thinking of putting this on a t-shirt, along w/a few simple curves of the female body... (Suggestive but tasteful, of course:)

"I long to be moved by your beauty in the moonlight,
To be enchanted by your voice in the night,
To adore your sweet curves in our own sacred spaces,
And be warmed by your glow, no matter the light.

I yearn to be captivated by the rush of your kiss,
To be enveloped by your skin's gentle touch,
To get lost in the harmony of our mutual song,
And to find you; my heart's only love."

I'm pondering moving "moved" and "captivated" around.. but for the most part that's prettty much it.
So.. what do y'all think..??

I wanna do something expressive and very "me" for this, 'cause I'm sick of trying to go w/some sort of silly stereotype in mind. Yes, I'd like to attract ladies' eyes for all the right reasons.. but not by conforming to some someone else's preconceived notions that I don't fit into anyway.. ya know? So.. I'm thinkin' a cuttin' up a T and painting this on there.. and possibly wearing my new tight hoodie sweatery thing under it. Pants? Skirt?? I dunno. Hell.. maybe I'll just wear the same thing I wore on New Year's, w/the silver sequins and the gypsy skirt.... Hmm...

Well, any suggestions, anyone? ..I guess I'm kinda obviously stressin' here.. huh? ;)

Ciao for today, all! Thanks for the input in advance. ^_^
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