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 Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 6:00 pm
Chimera
Can you hear the distant music
Singing in the night?
The skys chime with the ancient tunes
Which float through the twilight
Can you hear the voices speak
From stories of our past?
The tales of ancient tribes and lands,
The spells of which they cast.
Can you hear the dragon's laugh,
Reminding of your youth?
Or do you see death's outstretched hand
Summoning you to doom
We must remember our innocence,
It's easy if you try
Simply recall your fondest dream
Or alicorns in the sky
Oh, fall not prey to banality's grip
Whoever you may be
For there awaits an enchanted land
For all those who would see
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 9:53 pm
I dont write poetry often but when I do its when Im inspired...I hope you enjoy this one I beleive it to be my personal best 3nodding
We all have a butterfly
We all have a butterfly
that takes the form
of beauty through our eyes
They are all different
and come in many shapes, sizes, and colors
those of which we have never seen
and never shall
for we cannot see
these butterflies we have
So what is their purpose?
always following as we lead
watching and observing never leaving
waiting for an event that may not occur
This event I speak of is not rare
but it still may not happen
for the event is not planned
nor is it random
When it occurs
time will stop
but only for a moment
As two butterflies switch owners
and assume the form of their new masters
then meld with them
to bocome one
And we follow our old butterflies
as they lead us to our true loves
who we see
as beauty through our eyes
(I wrote this a few months ago I hope you enjoyed it! ^_^)
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 10:09 am
The Witches Day
We wake the morn, we work the day
We sing the songs, we write the plays
We do the work, we fix the plight
We praise the sun, we wait for night
We rush to cook, we pay the bills
We herd the kids, we spin our wheels
We do the chores, we plan our meals
We make the bread, we compost peels
We make our calls, we cut the lights
We cast the circle, we praise the night
We light the candles, we make the spell
We raise the power (We do it well!)
We praise the gods, we chant unheard
We dance the night, we speak the words
We share the love, we share our songs
We bang the drums, we revel long
We part in joy, we plan the week
We meditate, and then we sleep. rofl
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 2:16 pm
Haiku's To Gaia
(a brief collection)
i.
A wind in willows
howls to the lost (not forgotten)
children of Earth's youth
ii.
Mother may I cast
tender kisses to the winds
as a gift for You
iii.
Peace, tranquility
a simple witch gathers herbs
with soft words of thanks
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 7:33 pm
The voting has started!
@SlaineWildfire: Because we only allow one entry per round, I'll save the last two that you posted for future rounds. smile
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 10:18 am
We had a tie for this round! Our winners are: We All Have a Butterfly by seeker_of_truth72 and The Witches Day by Korealia.
Congratulations! The new round starts now. Good luck!
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 4:08 pm
Broken
Angry words
Shouted arguments
Slammed doors
Speeding car
Tear-stained face
You’d always leave like that
Saying you needed to think
But what was there to think about?
There was just us
Our broken family
Then you didn’t come home
You never even explained
I thought you didn’t love us any more
You fooled me to thinking otherwise
But I was right
Now what do you care?
I hardly ever see you
Every time you ignore me
Every time you yell
I have to pretend it doesn’t hurt
It does
It hurts that you don’t care
That you leave us alone
Even though we hardly ever see you
Why can’t you just pretend?
That’s what adults do
At least then it wouldn’t hurt so much
But I guess you wouldn’t want that
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 6:32 pm
Shades of Grey
By: Tay Royale (No thievery)
In these shades of grey I lay,
As quiet as the sleeping beast,
And under the graves of dead I sleep,
At night I listen to the mischievous fey,
In tall firs of blue and grey,
The old one, the frayed,
Never moving, ever still,
Not asleep, nor, awake,
Under these tombs I take
Some who live betwixt the stream
Of Styx and Heaven's pearly gleam,
I take not refuge in shadows,
Nor in day,
Only in solace, silence, confliction
Do I stay,
In these wafts of mist so grey,
Never night, never day.
The fog's sweet intoxication,
The swamps putrid inoculations,
The forlorn cry of a unmated wolf,
The careless stomp of horses' hoof,
These are the partitions in which I take,
My only act, my only stake,
In the battle of night and day,
In these shades of grey I lay.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 9:39 am
Moving On
By: Jessica Emma
I've finally let you go
I've burned it all away
That was my last call to you.
The last eight months of my life
Were eroded away by the fire
The flames licked the edges
And it slowly turned to ashes
You weren't my first
But you feel like my last.
My heart can only take so much break
before I don't want to hear your voice.
The last time you saw me
There was hope in my eyes
Now I know nothing but pain.
You've lied so many time
That I have finally lost count.
I don't want to be led on
By a self-righteous jerk
Who only loves to be loved.
So I've let go into the wind
And I'll go wherever it takes me.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 1:48 pm
Nature's Song
Petals of signature Time arise in
these days and centuries past,
built upon constant battles between the wind and the fallen.
Lilies give into the Tree's endearing shade,
wanting to maintain their vain youth portrayed.
A shroud of fleeting protection, above the
Crimson ash roses within time of destruction that heavily lingers.
Strung stars upon the blanket of night, are true portals to our seething madness.
Fellow and trite blossoms drink faded, green milk of Mother Earth jealously.
They glow in mediating shades of violet, pale pink and begotten blue, as they caress Winter's kiss.
Within foul moonbeams of treasure-filled nights; ridiculous to
greed for nothing except indulgence is bled from the primordial sacrifice, the Iconic Sun.
Creation of a foul, indistinct follow through
tests nature and human's frailty.
A battle of sprites, souls, and of Human will erupts.
Distraction, annihilation, and endless love for dissatisfaction plagues all of us.
Give pleasurement to the Unsatisfied ones.
It's all a Repeated cycle.
Roots, like veins traveling along a perverse spider, curl gently around Ungainable
power, strangling liquid gold energy of humanity's anxiety for Containment.
They dig deep into the heart of the Earth, a satellite to the light.
Seeking nourishment in the soil and burdens of the Dead ones, the roots consume Gods.
So for it's leaves can now shine even brighter,
in the gloomiest dark of nights.
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 5:14 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 10:39 pm
"Judge me, Burn me"
A scream rings through
Through the town
Smoke is seen
Over the stone walls
A girl is bound
Robe binds her hands
And encircles her ankles
Sweat mixed with tears dominate her face
Fear and innocence preside in her eyes
She's shoved onto a platform
More rope binds her to a stake
A breeze blows through
Her gray worn dress fitters about
Her red hair whips her face
None listen
None care
Slowly
Deliberately
They lower the torch
The cheering stops
The crowd is quiet
"help..." the girl calls
She calls to her mother
She calls to her father
She calls to any who will listen
"please listen" she pleads
"I am no witch
I don't worship the devil
"I won't lie
I won't tell you I believe in your god
My goddess won't punish you
She won't avenge me"
The Christian leader stands
His robe pulled tight about him
"even on the stake
You deny the lord?"
She stands as tall as she can
"your god is but one form
One face
The Jewish god
Muslim god
Christian god...
The goddess...
They are all one!"
The flames roar
All around her
The smoke hides
Her face from view
Rain begins to fall
All that's left of the girl
Is her bones and her words
The fire dies
The rain falls
The earth quakes
The wind blows
The only thing changed
is the holy father
Who left that burning
A change'd man
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 9:49 am
Aliakai Suntetsu A Whisper of Magick
A single thought
An overwhelming desire
The siren call: she must have it now!
The careful preparation begins
A muse calls to her
A siren in her dreams
A bit of herb, a crystal clear
Under the full moon to merge it here
The Circle calls
For art is brewing!
She can feel the tension
Building in her bones
The Mother sighs
Softly in the winds
She cannot wait
The time is now!
Whirling shadows, dancing light
The elements combine through calculated grace
The magician twirls spinning her cone
As the raven rises to deliver her wish
Collapsing upon the floor
As the spiral carries it high above
The magick leaving her tired, yet pure
And anticipation to manifest
A time later the spell forgotton
Once more under the full moon she dreams
A rite of thanks, another desire
A whisper of magick once more glows.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 11:27 pm
That concludes this round. The voting has started!
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 3:07 pm
Congratulations to Judge me, Burn me by JeanMorgan for winning!
The next round starts now! smile
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