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to my creative expression pages. This is a sample of some of my own amateur
poetry. I also have pages dedicated to vistor's works and short stories.
Please feel free to email me if you have work you would like to share.
Guest Poems Page Three All of these poems are by friends of mine from Pagan Poets Place (A community @ MSN)
King Sun Yellow flower sky bound incandescense bringer of life creator of death. Your rays, King Sun, furnace born give energy and life to Mother Earth give strength to man's spirit. However, they can be lethal if you gaze too long upon unprotected surfaces plants wither animals thirst skin burns fire combusts water boils earth dries and cracks air loses its life sustaining quality. King Sun you who once died tied to the rootless tree, you rule this world but you too are ruled are merely a part of a larger galactic pattern, and galactic patterns unite to form one universal pattern in which we are all one. So rule on King Sun blind our eyes in your daylight kingdom but remember not to gaze too long on any one part of the pattern of life. By Otter.
As the sun sets in the western sky, he bades the world a silent good-bye. The Moon slowly awakens as she rises to tread her dance of ages across the coal black sky. As she dances she calls out to the Hunter, the Crab, and the Bull "to your places, tis time to start the show" The show is a repeat we see every night. The Hunter, hunting the Bull, the Crab trying to pinch the Water Bearer. Night after night that is what we see, what we've seen and what we will see for all eternity. Yet we never grow tired of the show and never will. Now as the show slowly comes to an end, the Moon sinks into the western sky. As she closes her eyes she says to the Sun, "good day Sun" and he replies, "good nite Moon" by:SilverShadow ©1999
Thunderstorm echoes, speaking stories across the earth.. Neath the oaks secret lovers sip golden summer wine.. Beltane moon rises, shining silver in the evening sky.. In the circle, vibrant, firelit, the lady waits. DreamSinger sings the songs of old, the dancers spiral turning.. Earth and water, fire and air.. on the altar candles burning. East then South, West and North, the corner wards are called. Raise the cup and drink…salute to she who waits.. We who stand on the edge of wonder, ask and do invoke.. Into the circle enter, enter.. love and trust your oath. The scent of incense fills the night, carries whispers on the wind.. The horned lord bidden, here the lady waits.. Mysteries are spoken, souls and hearts, our will be done… Passions inflamed are given reign.. freed from earthly bounds. Renewal, fulfillment, as above.. so below.. and blessed be. Under
the beltane moon… The lady waits no more..
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Poetry Page One My Poetry Page Two My
Poetry Page Three Short Stories
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