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 Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 11:13 pm
Ivy_tsuki wow those are really nice... the frist one was kind of creepy for me but I really liked the second one... the first one makes my heart beat Thank you! Yeah, I know, it is pretty morbid. Powerful, but morbid. wink Glad you liked the first one!
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2005 12:41 am
It's not exactly pagan but I made up a poem about school while being forced to run round a field in the rain so it's a bit pesamistic
The near endless cycle,
has just begun,
without seemingly ending.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 1:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 1:28 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 2:30 pm
Some of my poems are usually inspired by thinks that I experience or read from other people. This poem was pretty much inspired by a former friend of mines comment of hating wiccans before deleting her journal.
Though to me it doesn't really seem the best poem, but still posting.
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My Path
I am wiccan this is true.
I am wiccan proud and
accepting.
I am wiccan. Intuned with
nature.
I love mother moon.
I love father sun.
Feeling alive when outside
in their arms in the warm
days and nights.
Some who close their minds
to what they don't understand
dislike wiccans and wish death
upon them.
But this does not scare me away
from the path my feet tread.
The path that comforts me.
The path I feel happy with.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2005 2:17 pm
Midnight Star SuccubAngel Some of my poems are usually inspired by thinks that I experience or read from other people. This poem was pretty much inspired by a former friend of mines comment of hating wiccans before deleting her journal. Though to me it doesn't really seem the best poem, but still posting. ----------------------------------------------------------------- My PathI am wiccan this is true. I am wiccan proud and accepting. I am wiccan. Intuned with nature. I love mother moon. I love father sun. Feeling alive when outside in their arms in the warm days and nights. Some who close their minds to what they don't understand dislike wiccans and wish death upon them. But this does not scare me away from the path my feet tread. The path that comforts me. The path I feel happy with.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 7:51 am
sphinx11 A Plea for Peace on Earth Wind and water, rain and snow, tell me what I want to know. Ask the stars, ask the moon, but tell me, tell me soon. Tell of beauty, tell of laughter, tell of life, ever after. Show me doom, show me fire, show me deserts, ever drier. Bring out the worst, bring out the best, never let your spirit rest. Give to Earth all nature's children, dancing, playing, singing, living. Give them faith, give them hope, so through hard thimes they can cope. Bring on sickness, bring on war, but then bring peace, forever more. i wrote this three years ago, and it's wierd to read it now. i guess a lot can change in three years, but some underlying beliefs don't. or maybe thats just crazy, i dunno. I took about two hours this morning to play around (okay, maybe a little more than play around) on my keyboard and wrote a tune to this. I love it!
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2005 2:05 pm
Once The Shaman's Cat
Reincarnated
from an ancient brother
of the earth and sky,
he comes each night
to the foot of my bed.
His presence is pietistic
in the hour of the wolf,
tucked small, eyes clenched
in spectral consultation.
Medicine wisdom
perceives the ache
in my bones--he prescribes,
then lightly creeps
to the area in question
and lies down on the pain.
His chant is like the vibration
of a distant fire dance
drawing out the evil,
expecting no more return
than to share the heat
of the living.
by Harry Thomas Brashear
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2005 2:07 pm
The Wiccan Rede
The Wiccan Rede
By Doreen Valiente
Bide the Wiccan laws ye must,
In perfect love and perfect trust.
Live and let live -
Fairly take and fairly give.
Cast the Circle thrice about
To keep all evil spirits out.
To bind the spell every time,
Let the spell be spake in rhyme.
Soft of eye and light of touch -
Speak ye little, listen much.
Deosil go by the waxing Moon -
Sing and dance the Wiccan Rune.
Widdershins go when the Moon doth wane,
And the werewolf howls by the dread wolfsbane.
When the Lady's Moon is new,
Kiss the hand to Her times two.
When the Moon rides at Her peak,
Then your heart's desire seek.
Heed the North wind's mighty gale -
Lock the door and drop the sail.
When the wind comes from the South,
Love will kiss thee on the mouth.
When the wind blows from the East,
Expect the new and set the feast.
When the West wind blows o'er thee,
Departed spirits restless be.
Nine woods in the Cauldron go -
Burn them quick and burn them slow.
Elder be ye Lady's tree -
Burn it not or cursed ye'll be.
When the Wheel begins to turn,
Let the Beltane fires burn.
When the Wheel has turned a Yule,
Lightly the Log and let Pan rule.
Heed ye flower, bush and tree -
By the Lady blessed be.
Where the rippling waters go,
Cast a stone and truth ye'll know.
When ye are in dire need,
Hearken not to others' greed.
With the fool no season spend,
Or be counted as his friend.
Merry meet and merry part -
Bright the cheeks and warm the heart.
When misfortune is enow,
Wear the blue star on thy brow.
True in love ever be,
Unless thy lover's false to thee.
Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill -
An ye harm none, do what ye will.
The Wiccan Crede
The Wiccan Creed
By Doreen Valiente,
Hear now the words of the witches,
The secrets we hid in the night,
When dark was our destiny's pathway,
That now we bring forth into light.
Mysterious water and fire,
The earth and the wide-ranging air.
By hidden quintessence we know them,
And will and keep silent and dare.
The birth and rebirth of all nature,
The passing of winter and spring,
We share with the life universal,
Rejoice in the magickal ring.
Four times in the year the Great Sabbat Returns,
And the witches are seen,
At Lammas and Candlemas dancing,
On May Eve and old Hallowe'en.
When day-time and night-time are equal,
When sun is at greatest and least,
The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned,
Again witches gather in feast.
Thirteen silver moons in a year are,
Thirteen is the coven's array,
Thirteen times at esbat make merry,
For each golden year and a day.
The power was passed down the ages,
Each time between woman and man,
Each century unto the other,
Ere time and the ages began.
When drawn is the magickal circle,
By sword or athame of power,
It's compass between the two worlds lies,
In Land of the Shades for that hour.
This world has no right then to know it,
And world of beyond will tell naught,
The oldest of Gods are invoked there,
The Great Work of magick is wrought.
For two are the mystical pillars,
That stand at the gate of the shrine,
And two are the powers of nature,
The forms and the forces divine.
The dark and the light in succession,
The opposites each unto each,
Shown forth as a God and a Goddess:
Of this did our ancestors teach.
By night he's the wild wind's rider,
The Horn'd One, the Lord of the Shades.
By day he's the King of the Woodland,
The dweller in green forest glades.
She is youthful and old as she pleases,
She sails the torn clouds in her barque,
The bright silver Lady of midnight,
The crone who weaves spells in the dark.
The master and mistress of magick,
They dwell in the deeps of the mind,
Immortal and ever-renewing,
With power to free or to bind.
So drink the good wine to the old Gods,
And dance and make love in their praise,
Till Elphame's fair land shall receive us,
In peace at the end of our days.
And Do What You Will be the challenge,
So be it in love that harms none,
For this is the only commandment.
By magick of old be it done!
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2005 2:10 pm
'Twas the evening of Samhain, and all through the place
Were pagans preparing the ritual space.
The candles were set in the corners with care,
In hopes that the Watchtowers soon would be there.
We all had our robes on (as is habitual)
And had just settled down and were starting our ritual
When out on the porch there arose such a chorus
That we went to the door, and waiting there for us
Were children in costumes of various kinds
With visions of chocolate bright in their minds.
In all of our workings, we'd almost forgot,
But we had purchased candy (we'd purchased a LOT),
And so, as they flocked from all over the street,
They all got some chocolate or something else sweet.
We didn't think twice of delaying our rite,
Kids just don't have this much fun every night.
For hours they came, with the time-honored schtick
Of giving a choice: a treat or a trick.
As is proper, the parents were there for the games,
Watching the children and calling their names.
"On Vader, On Leia, On Dexter and DeeDee,
On Xena, on Buffy, Casper and Tweety!
To the block of apartments on the neighboring road;
You'll get so much candy, you'll have to be TOWED!"
The volume of children eventually dropped,
And as it grew darker, it finally stopped.
But as we prepared to return to our rite,
One child more stepped out of the night.
She couldn't have been more than twelve or thirteen.
Her hair was deep red, and her robe, forest green
With a simple gold cord tying off at the waist.
She'd a staff in her hand and a smile on her face.
No make-up, nor mask, or accompanying kitsch,
So we asked who she was; she replied "I'm a witch.
And no, I don't fly through the sky on my broom;
I only use that thing for cleaning my room.
My magical powers aren't really that neat,
But I won't threaten tricks; I'll just ask for a treat."
We found it refreshing, so we gave incense cones,
A candle, a crystal, a few other stones,
And the rest of the candy (which might fill a van).
She turned to her father (a man dressed as Pan)
And laughed, "Yes, I know, Dad, it's past time for bed,"
And started to leave, but she first turned and said
"I'm sorry for further delaying your rite.
Blessed Samhain to all, and a magical night."
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2005 12:50 pm
Sweetypop sphinx11 A Plea for Peace on Earth Wind and water, rain and snow, tell me what I want to know. Ask the stars, ask the moon, but tell me, tell me soon. Tell of beauty, tell of laughter, tell of life, ever after. Show me doom, show me fire, show me deserts, ever drier. Bring out the worst, bring out the best, never let your spirit rest. Give to Earth all nature's children, dancing, playing, singing, living. Give them faith, give them hope, so through hard thimes they can cope. Bring on sickness, bring on war, but then bring peace, forever more. i wrote this three years ago, and it's wierd to read it now. i guess a lot can change in three years, but some underlying beliefs don't. or maybe thats just crazy, i dunno. I took about two hours this morning to play around (okay, maybe a little more than play around) on my keyboard and wrote a tune to this. I love it! hey awesome! i always thought it would be better as a song, but i could never think of a tune for it. cool!
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2005 12:57 pm
i've been gone for a really long time, it seems. our computer packed up and we had to get a new harddrive and allmy stuff was lost. there's a lot of really awesome posts here now, though. i've just been reading through some of the poems other people have been writing, they're awesome!!!!! i love reading other people's poems, a lot of times they express feelings that they don't even know about- at least, that's how it sometimes is with me.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 10:29 am
I don't know who wrote this one but it thought it got straight to the point. I found it while I was searching for Pictures today. Hope you like it.
The Wiccan Rede
Bide the wiccan law ye must,
In perfect love and perfect trust.
Eight words the wiccan read fullfill:
And ye harm none, do what ye will.
What ye send forth comes back to thee
so ever mind the law of three.
Follow this with mind and heart,
Merry ye meet, and merry ye part.
Like i said i don't know who wrote this but it thought it was cool, and i hope you enjoy it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2005 3:21 am
I wrote a poem about the God and Goddess... thought I'd like to share. c:
"Brink of the Universe"
She had been sleeping
Before the existance
Upon her wake, whilst weeping
Came forth sheer brilliance
Uncovered by she
He was confused, brittle
She held him, tenderly
When he was no longer little
The elements were played
On their dynamic whim
Everything was made
And she stayed with him
Guarding the spiral
They cried in happiness
With no beauty to rival
Their souls to bless.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2005 5:12 pm
Pipia 'Twas the evening of Samhain, and all through the place Were pagans preparing the ritual space. The candles were set in the corners with care, In hopes that the Watchtowers soon would be there. We all had our robes on (as is habitual) And had just settled down and were starting our ritual When out on the porch there arose such a chorus That we went to the door, and waiting there for us Were children in costumes of various kinds With visions of chocolate bright in their minds. In all of our workings, we'd almost forgot, But we had purchased candy (we'd purchased a LOT), And so, as they flocked from all over the street, They all got some chocolate or something else sweet. We didn't think twice of delaying our rite, Kids just don't have this much fun every night. For hours they came, with the time-honored schtick Of giving a choice: a treat or a trick. As is proper, the parents were there for the games, Watching the children and calling their names. "On Vader, On Leia, On Dexter and DeeDee, On Xena, on Buffy, Casper and Tweety! To the block of apartments on the neighboring road; You'll get so much candy, you'll have to be TOWED!" The volume of children eventually dropped, And as it grew darker, it finally stopped. But as we prepared to return to our rite, One child more stepped out of the night. She couldn't have been more than twelve or thirteen. Her hair was deep red, and her robe, forest green With a simple gold cord tying off at the waist. She'd a staff in her hand and a smile on her face. No make-up, nor mask, or accompanying kitsch, So we asked who she was; she replied "I'm a witch. And no, I don't fly through the sky on my broom; I only use that thing for cleaning my room. My magical powers aren't really that neat, But I won't threaten tricks; I'll just ask for a treat." We found it refreshing, so we gave incense cones, A candle, a crystal, a few other stones, And the rest of the candy (which might fill a van). She turned to her father (a man dressed as Pan) And laughed, "Yes, I know, Dad, it's past time for bed," And started to leave, but she first turned and said "I'm sorry for further delaying your rite. Blessed Samhain to all, and a magical night."
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