Lugh

I have. But I'm not 100% proficient at it.

Hello GA Poets... GA Stories now has a poetry catagory. You are all requested to post your poems there (rather than here) so they are searchable. There is also now a "Poet" title if you don't feel "Author" fits you. You can find it in the store (look in the tabs at the top) then choose the membership choice on the left hand side. You can then pick Poet from the list. We would really like to see ALL these poems moved over to GA Stories. Please take the time to read the FAQ in GA Stories, then, if you need any help doing it or have any questions you can PM me. Let your voices be heard! This is a direct copy from the legal section of the FAQ, it is part of agreement everyone agreed to when they first signed up. I suggest you read it. By posting messages, uploading files, or otherwise providing any material for display in the Gay Authors Forums, you are representing that you are the owner of the copyright for the material, or are making your submission with the express consent of the owner of that copyright, unless that material is in the public domain. In addition, when you post a message, upload a file, or otherwise provide us with material for display on the Gay Authors Forums: You are granting Gay Authors and CDEJR Web Services, Inc, a royalty-free, perpetual, non-exclusive, unrestricted, worldwide license to: Use, copy, sublicense, adapt, transmit, publicly perform, publish or display all such material in any medium or venue or publication, printed or electronic, which medium may or may not exist at this time and without further compensation or attribution, unless otherwise explicitly marked. You are also granting Gay Authors and CDEJR Web Services, Inc, its assigns, subsidiaries, owners, parent company, and heirs, the unrestricted, royalty-free right to give, rent, sell or otherwise provide a sublicense to third parties with respect to the materials. The foregoing grants shall include the right to exploit any proprietary rights in such communication, including but not limited to rights under copyright, trademark, service mark or patent laws under any relevant jurisdiction. The above applies to material posted on the message board (Forum.) All rights (including copyright) to original works posted by members in the Hosted Authors, Anthology, and GA Stories areas of the site are retained by the respective authors, unless other agreement is made between the author and Gay Authors. It is in your best interest to post your poetry in GA STORIES. Lugh

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Water Haiku and Tanka Calm waters Lapping at the shore so I drift glistening faceted, frigid an ice cube Pelting, pouring down a gushing flow effusing everything with wet. Snow capped mountains melt and flow down to crowning peaks

Seasons Blooms, green leaves falling, crunching, dead bare branches Fragrant breezes blow pollen laden bees buzz by spring is in the air Soft grass, warm sun, rain moon lit nights, walks on the beach dew at dawn, then frost blankets toasty fire, cuddling crisp days, snow, the seaso

Random owls hooting in trees echoes of bull frogs singing the forest at night a speck in the sky wings spread wide, riding thermals bald eagle flying a gaggle of boys giggling in the dark of night innocence at play people in my head yammer

Nature Silver, silken thread woven delicately there where the spider waits Striped yellow and black Sips nectar and spreads pollen Bumblebees at work Marching in a row Following the scent trail laid Working for their queen. Green, wiggly, crawly,

History Haiku and Tanka Chronicle Bound to turn again History Learning from the past Looking toward the future Hoping for the best life, love, liberty freedoms granted us by birth our constitution? Lessons learned all time flowing pass

Friendship Haiku and Tanka secrets whispered low giggles often to follow friendship in the dark Weddings, birthdays, deaths, births, and anniversaries, true friends remember silver and gold shine in the sunlight; friendship basks in glowing heartlight i

Doorways Haiku and Tanka lives drifting between portals opening and closing here and there, no end Unlimited paths forks untold, myrid of doors hence, our lives unfold Closed doors, no way out turning, twisting, cannot see darkness surrounding cannot breathe, closing in tight no

Themed collections of tradional poetic forms.

Doorways Haiku and Tanka lives drifting between portals opening and closing here and there, no end Unlimited paths forks untold, myrid of doors hence, our lives unfold Closed doors, no way out turning, twisting, cannot see darkness surrounding cannot breathe, closing in tight no

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Prowling the darkness Like animals on the hunt Found in roving packs One, alone and afraid, gone Absorbed; now part of the gang Smelly trash dumpsters Behind every building sits Adding their fragrance To the city air; perfume So sweet it can make you gag.

Childhood memories Wondrous pearls on a string, Cherish them always Glitter on my face, Squishy stuff and glue to eat Kindergarten times Sweet angel kisses On down so light, such sweet dreams

Anthology Stories By Lugh Oidche Shamhna Tomorrow is All Hallow's Eve -- my last day to live. I'm not really sure why I'm writing this down, except that I want someone to know me for me, not for what I am to become, not for what I am to do, but for the life I have lived to get here. Some would say my story began nearly a year ago, when, by virtue of a simple metamorphic flaw in a chunk of randomly chosen fieldstone I became Devoted. Any of my friends could have

2006 Fall Anthology -- A young man faces the consequences of a religous ritual and finds faith in places he never dreamed possible in this first person account of the last year in the life of a human sacrifice during pagan times.

Anthology Stories By Lugh Day-Glo Afterdark and on to the story.... Tiredly, Keefer flopped back on the hotel room bed, his arms spread wide, and exhaled loudly. "Vega-5," he mumbled to the air, "not the best destination in all the galaxy… but here I am." He chuckled to himself. "Bet they won't think to look for me here anytime soon." He luxuriated in the knowledge that he should not be found for at least a few days, then he got up and began to unpac

2006 Summer Anthology --- Welcome to Vega-5, where every need and desire can be met, even if you don't know what they are yet. So unpack your bags and enjoy your stay, but remember, what happens on Vega-5, stays on Vega-5, unless the vid-bots broadcast it to the universe.

The Day of Silence takes on a new meaning for Dan when his deaf best friend dons a pair of mittens.

Sometimes you inherit more than your inheritance...

Short Stories By Lugh In My Father's House In my father's house, there are many rooms, and I had inherited them all. I do not know what my brothers had done to piss him off, but when they read the will, I inherited the largest chunk of Pops' estate. Me, the black sheep of the family, the one Pops kicked out of the nest, then did not speak to until his directions from beyond the grave named me his chosen one. "So the prodigal son inherits it all," sneered my eldest brother

It was all a simple misunderstanding.

Short Stories By Lugh The Prophesy The Master, Spinder, sat holding a well worn copy of the prophecy the Council decided was coming to pass very soon according to the omens. It had been written in a language that hadn't been spoken since before the elf wars though and some words were not translatable, however they were convinced. A note at the beginning stated the original had ragged edges and words were smudged over and run together, but the scribe testified that it was a tru