The Layde Scarlett


The Layde Scarlett – A poem by Sir Peter James dotcom

Scarlet, fairest of all maidens, that I perchance have set eyes upon. Within whose breasts beats a heart of care and tenderness

Whose warm eyes have called out the cold sorrow from within my heart, to an embrace so inviting, that my fears were pulled from the flames of anger burning within me. Fears who knew their berthing in my innermost, since I were in my mother’s womb. Drawing my heart to a place of calm waters and shady trees. Where my soul was stilled and my heart filled with peace and joy; a place where sorrows’ no longer reign.

Your knight awaits you My Layde

My Layde Scarlett took me by my hand, her hand so soft and gentle. She led me, with steps that were light as a feather, as if we were walking across the petal of a flower. Can it be that a soul so light of step, so tender of hand could lead me with such rule of intention, as if she purposed it, before time had begun? Yet it were done, as in a dream, so slow, so yielding, that we walked upon a cloud.

Your knight awaits you My Layde.

Scarlett, The Layde; woman of courage and integrity; who overcomes her fear with boldness and strength of a goddess; would you always be here, leading me with your hand, so faint and fair, to a place, that only you know where?

Does My Layde, truly know where? Will she take me to dreams hidden; places yet unfound, or will she lead me at her pleasure, to where ‘ere she will’?

Your knight awaits you My Layde.

Where My Lady Scarlett leads me to, I care not, for my joy is boundless and my heart is light and whilst my step is as upon the soft grass of the meadow, it is as if I were, very sure of where she would guide me.

Gentle art thou, Lady Scarlett and thy bosom is warm and comforting even as the rhythm of thy heartbeat, drawing me close to you. The rise and fall of your breasts, My Layde dost lift me to horizons beyond my belief.

Your knight awaits you My Layde.

Sir Peter James, a bold knight of old, awoke amongst his dreams fair and gazed at the morning star above.

The star beckoned to him, ‘Come Sir, there is a fair maiden who pines for thee …she has gazed at me for many a while, and called, “Sir, where art thou?”

I saith, “My Layde, be patient, for your knight has heard your cry and yearns to lay his head upon your bosom

His heart yearns to be betrothed to the maiden of his dreams, yet the journey is long, the battles many and dragons fierce.

Be still My Layde, for your knight cometh.

Your knight has turned from the battles and comes to seek you. He is a knight, Cœur de Lyon, yea, lions too must have their rest. His rest shall be upon your bosom, My Layde. His comfort and joy be there. You, my Layde shall bear his offspring and these shall suckle at your breasts, your heart will be comforted, your womanhood complete.

Be still My Layde, for your knight cometh.

His maiden came to dwell in his dreams as the fragrance of a rose that cometh upon a midsummer night’s breeze. She cometh to his dreams as would an angel, a healer to his weary soul; she spake soft words ministering to the cry of his lonely heart. Her faint hands doth caress his face, bringing a healing balm to his battled scarred person,

The lion slept on, willing that the dream should never end.

Be still my Layde, for your knight cometh.

In the early morn, he riseth and mounted his faithful charger, a stead whom carrieth him faithfully through many hellish places. As in his dreams, his thoughts were upon his maiden, waiting for her knight.

Then, upon the rise of a hill his eyes doth see, set before him, the castle Albertinshire, shimmering in the early morning sun beams.

Upon this glorious sight he saith to his steed, “Faithful friend, we are home. Within those walls walks the maiden of my dreams. Soon I will hold her in my arms and make known to her sweet person, that her knight hath come and no more will leave her side to fight battles”.

Behold My Layde, your knight hath come.

The Layde Scarlett welcomed her knight, Sir Peter James, October 20 2015

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Illusions – The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah


The glorious best Seller by Richard Bach.

-Book Review-

What are you?

  • If you a dreamer who believes their dreams are coming true at any moment.
  • If you have smelled the dew drenched open fields of corn and hay in the early morning.
  • If you enjoy lying on your back, looking up at a gazillion twinkling stars in the country sky at night.
  • If you desire to walk on water, or swim across a ploughed field.

Then you qualify to read this book.

Illusions – The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah - Illusions - A book in a million
Illusions – A book in a million

Overview

The lives of two men meet in what almost seems like a very casual circumstance; yet if you believe in synchronicity and that nothing in our lives is an accident, you will agree that their meeting was divinely arranged.

Neither man has anything planned for his life bar the next meal, a field in which to land their vintage bi-planes and finally some curious people, wondering if they should take a $3 ten minute ride in these fragile craft.

After their initial meeting and because of their spiritual banter they are satisfied to spend their time together. Their days and nights are wiled away flying the countryside, finding suitable fields in which to land and earning their daily bread by taking people up on $3 flips. At night they have their meal of the day at a local diner in a nearby village, if the day’s earnings were good but if not, then they ate beans from a heated can. After which, snuggled up in their sleeping bags under the airplane wings, took their well earned rest.

When they weren’t flying there was ongoing instruction from the reluctant messiah to his new found, equally reluctant disciple. Their spiritual interactions are mostly very humorous, although underlying the humour the reader detects questions in the mind like, “Is this really possible, would I be able to do this? The chapters are full of philosophical sayings to help this thinking along.

After the reluctant messiah is interviewed on a radio broadcast in one of their stop-over towns, all the hell breaks loose and the townspeople vent their fury on the pair, who run for their lives.

From this point, the messiah and his companion disciple part their ways in a very unexpected and shocking manner.

The Actors

The plot is uncomplicated and that is aided by the fact that there are only two characters on the stage.

Donald Shimoda, aka, the reluctant messiah and his equally reluctant disciple, who is nameless. One has however, the safety net of believing that although nameless, he is in fact the author, undercover.

The Stage Setting

Indiana, Midwest USA, and the author describes it best, “….out into the green-meadow seas of Midwest America…”

Final Thoughts

The book is bursting with wise sayings, all of which appear to originate from the author’s treasure chest. How about this: “You are never given a wish, without being given the power to make it come true. You may have to work for it though”.  Or this, Every person, all the events of your life are there because you have drawn them there. What you choose to do with them is up to you”.

‘Illusions’ is a short, simple, easy-to-read, humorous, sometime warm and deeply thought provoking story.

Have a copy delivered to your front door.

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My African Safari


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How interesting is it that deep within all of us, there is a yearning for seeking the wilds; the wild outdoors where we sense connection with creation.

For those who are raised in the cities, the fast moving people, even faster moving traffic, sounds of the human, of machinery, it is a life that only knows one definition, ‘noisy rush’. It starts early in the day and continues with slow diminishing until the late night, where nearly all will come to a place of stillness. A stillness that will only exist for few hours, before, once again, she is swallowed up in the cacophony of the new day.

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The Street Sweeper


A Book Review – The Street Sweeper by Elliot Perlman

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Dachau – First Nazi Death Camp

Who should read this book?

Those who:

  • Have an inclination for historical input from the Great War and Nazi death Camps in particular.
  • Want to know about the grisly details of millions of Jews gassed to an excruciating death.
  • Would like to experience a dynamic commentary on an aspect of the American Civil Rights issue in the late ‘50’s.
  • Wish to read of viewpoints (The author states that these are, along with characters in the book, fictitious), of certain Jewish folk of the day. I am sure that there is also a measure of truth bound up in the viewpoints of the characters too.
  • Would like to experience the unfairness of legal process in condemning a young man to six years of penal incarceration and then his struggle to avoid being charged for a further wrong doing by accusers (whilst this aspect of the story is fictional, it bears weight in true facts that have been revealed of similar incidents over time).
  • Enjoy being held by a novel that demands finishing.

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Rediscovering Heroes of The Past


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