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 Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2005 12:35 pm
Yes, I loved Pipia's poem as well. I think it should be illustrated and published. You know, there really aren't enough pagan children's books wink
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 7:46 am
heres a poem i wrote and got in the simi finals at poetry.com for the compatition
love is lost
its crawling away
what love i had
i sent it astray
he was perfect
funny and nice
i loved him with my soal
i loved him with my life
i cannot see the bottom
of this love i feel
there is no bottom
just him and air
i looked into his eyes
and i saw love
love for me
that i took advantage of
now the only person i ever loved
is blocked by a wall
i built that wall
but i thought wed break through
yet it got thicker
and now ive lost you
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 8:48 am
Thirteen people
Twenty-six eyes gazed upon the darkness of night
Elders and young,
One spoke up,
"What is this? What is this pit?"
The youngest had spoke,
Unknowing and just beginning thy path.
"Everything." The eldest said,
the olden's word's were blunt,
the child looked upon the elder in question.
"That doesn't make sense elder."
"Yes it does." The second oldest spoke.
Her voice was cold and it chilled the child,
"Everything and everything inside."
The child still didn't believe them.
"But it is just bleakness." A second youngster spoke,
"But inside is color and life." The first elder spoke.
The children looked at the two elders,
Each exchanged looks and giggled,
These elders are mad, they thought together.
The first elder smiled slightly,
The niaveness of the children would pass,
How ever the second elder was growing annoyed.
"How can we show these children that this is not just what they see?"
"Thy can not force one to see it, one must find it."
The elder smiled and it was time for the children to rest their heads.
Each wandered off to their beds, still giggling from the elders words.
The elders however stayed in spot,
And cherished what they knew.
The eleven children slept,
Three dreamt of life and beauty,
Three dreamt of light and earth,
Three dreamt of knowlage and courage,
But two dreamt of darkness.
And saw everything that the others dreamt of
But it was in darkness, shrouded from their eyes
Hidden, like a hidden gift.
When the children awoke,
They all exchanged their dreams.
When the two spoke of the dream of darkness, they laughed.
"You two are as crazy as the elders!"
The two children were hurt and rushed to see their elders.
When the two enders heard of this they smiled,
"Do not fret, do not listen to their words."
The children looked at the elder, not understanding.
"But they were teasing us, for what we dreamt!"
One child cried out, the other shook their head in agreement.
The second elder smiled,
"What they cannot see, is what they cannot open their hearts to see."
The elders shooed the two children
The two blinked and went off and played.
Days and years passed,
The children learned lessons
The others never saw what was in darkness,
But the two kept seeing it and appreciated it more.
When it came time,
They were old enough to take a path.
A lot strayed away and chose anouther
A few looked upon it with scorn,
A few looked upon it with misunderstanding,
But the two saw it for what it was for.
Afterwards they chosen their paths,
The two children that saw the gifts inside darkness,
Had grown to see it was really light in one.
The two spoke to the elders,
The eldest smiled once again,
Age certiany taking it's toll.
The elder spoke slowly and dully,
"You saw what was truly waiting for us,
You saw death and life intwined together,
Some cannot accept it,
Some cannot see it,
But those that see the beauty in it,
Cannot fear it."
The two smiled and soon,
The elders died,
The children wept,
But they remembered,
Darkness and light are one in same,
Death and Life intwined together,
And the elders had life truly.
The two afterwards began to tell youngers of their lessons.
One night they were looking upon it"s darkness,
And one of eleven children spoke up,
"What is this? What is this pit?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 2:26 pm
@Silver: Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful heart
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 6:41 pm
Anaithnid @Silver: Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful heart
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 12:46 am
I have a poem to share...
~~Night Sky~~
Every night i look up at the sky
wishing i can fly
Hoping ,dreaming, that i can be with u.
For the internal moon is calling
calling to be set free.
Free from the pain of depression.
The freedom to be with u.
To be in your arms
I'd fly to u in a second.
Just to remove the sadness that lingers in our hearts.
But until then we will keep hoping.
For one day we will have our chance.
Then we will both look into the night sky.
Thanking the interal moon for helping us have hope.
I wote it for my gorgous girl friend...She went away on a trip and all I could think about was her.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 6:02 pm
Anaithnid Yes, I loved Pipia's poem as well. I think it should be illustrated and published. You know, there really aren't enough pagan children's books wink I agree there arent enough pagan children books. The poem isnt mine but something my mother tells my baby niece during halloween. So i dont know who its by. My mother has hundreds of poems about the house and that was one of my favorites. This is one for my favorites. Its by AngelsilverDragon Witch and her Dragon ************************************** As I walk through the hall I can feel the poeple tense They barely know me And their feelings make no sense But I am a witch Much more powerful than the rest Feeling my power, You better not put me to the test In all the world, I've only one to trust And as long as I have my Dragon For all I care the rest of the world can rust. I may seem lonely Feared and ignored But when I have a friend with wings I'll never be bored. He'll take me places You've never even dreamed of And despite your fear and jealousy You people I'll always be above And if you dare ask me If I'd trade my power for a Mortal's life I'd say I'd perfer to harvest my power As long as my Dragon shall be here for my Mystical Life, Sitting beside me, or taking me to places beyond your reach.....
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2005 1:50 pm
Here's one I've had time to create and spin on my own.
In the past present and future
BELIEFS
One with the way of the samuri I am wanderer of the wicaan faith
My soul and path lie in death as the way of the samuri the forgotten
warrior I am yet my spirit is wiccan bound to the faith
I love natural and nature's flow of those around me
I belong to no one and yet my faith & way give me guidance
Vows to follow I am one with those and things around me
the light and darkness are both my brothern
and nature is my lover,sister, and mother
I gather onto me the power of the unseen and unkown
yet I am only stone
I move with the ease of time and the grace of my line
I find mother ever near and her power flows through me
I am surrounded by her strength and I
Know I am a world before I am a man
I was creature before I could I stand
I will always remember before I forget this
keeping true to myself the vows flow through me
Never to be out done in the way of the samuri
to be of good use to the master
to be fial to my parents
to manifest great compassion, and to act for the sake of man
In knowing this and sticking true to my beliefs
My ends they justify my means and all I ever do is for me
My ends they justify my needs all I ever do is for me
My means they Justify my ends and all I ever do is for you
My needs they justify my ends all I ever do is for all
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 1:57 am
I Haven't posted much in this Guild but I do love poetry... Here's a poem that i wrote after i had been in a graveyard for quite some time, just thinking... kinda. any way:
Soul Dance
the sky spins
i see it spinning now
the earth spins
i feel it spinning now
the wind blows
i feel it blowing now
and i cry
i feel the tears now
i lay in the graveyard
under an old oak tree
i hear your voice
but its not real
its nothing important
its nothing real
the dead all sing
i hear them singing now
they sing for me to join
they sing for me to sing
i sing
i dance for them
what else am i good for?
and they arise around me
souls of all colours
singing in all tones
dancing around me like fire
and i fall to my knees
surrounded by the dead
swaying to their voices
hypnotised by their dance
i'm alive i see
they see
and they stop
they jump toward me
as i stare on in fear
and they enter my body
hundreds
souls collected in me
hundreds
all in me
i feel them
they are in me...
i am no longer alive
but one with the dead.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 8:48 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 6:34 pm
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