Julie Grenness
Jun 27, 2015


The gifts the Druids  forgot,
Imagination or a load of rot?
Envisioning future along the track,
Looking forward, not looking back.
Miracles and prophet's dreams,
Mystic lands blessed by moonbeams,
Heroes and inspiring queens,
Appearing in transit, sight unseen,
Imagination or a load of rot?
The gifts the Druids forgot....

Feedback welcome.
#dreams   #gifts   #prophets   #druids  
Frederick Noakes
Apr 30, 2016

The Druids power has been lost for some time. But we all believe in Magic to some degree. So how do we multiply our presence without cried or Cree? We rise again starting next to the Old Oak Tree.

stranded on an island,
build a Frankenstein tree
out of driftwood,
Rip the pages out of books
to give it leaves.

The second year,
the last
of these druids,

The third year,
the tree

A hundred years,
a dryad sits on the beach,
chatting with the mermaids.

it always goes downhill when druids are involved. I fucking hate druids.
Frederick Noakes
Apr 30, 2016

Trees bud at the joints and flower. tulips try and keep up with the volume. crocus flowers have done their jobs ushering in change. leaves find their way pointing up to the heavens. the dandelions maybe turned into wine now. spring is upon us. time for rejoicing and divine intervention. Miracles, rebirth, and spiritual growth. brave souls Dawn a crown of knots. hero image is drawn out of instances. every man battles priggishness. this is not a time for mistakes.

I saw a Druid watch the sky.
Jun 20, 2013

On a tall stone bridge below the falls
I saw a Druid watch the sky.
The wind teased the branches of the great tall oaks
their leaves a shattering sound
like the skirt of a gypsy dancer.
How still the Druid seemed! Unmoving 'midst the breeze.
I asked him what he sought among the hills at twilight.
Not a word he said, but motioned with his gnarled staff
To thick grey clouds above the highest peak.

There once was a horny young druid
Knit Personality

I. Marvelous Blarney
There once was a man from Killarney
Who looked like a lumpy Art Carney.
   His cup, though, was brimmin'
   With beautiful women
Because he spoke marvelous blarney.

II. Dirty Girl
There once was a horny young druid
Who watched as a woman bathed nuid.
   She got out the tub,
   And she gave him a rub,
And he slimed her with seminal fluid.  


Druid pixies
brandon nagley
brandon nagley
Jun 14, 2015

Pixied fairies
Druid pixies
Swinging on breathe and trees
Loosing themselves to each other
Solace place
No hate no greed
No distrusting
No talking of others
Best friends verily in love
Gangsters of mad Lovers
Sitting on stilts of no guilt but hugs!!

Frederick Noakes
Apr 30, 2016

The spirit of Jacksonia lies in the tides. But sometimes we never see what the moon hides. The spirit of Albion lies everywhere at all times.

Frederick Noakes
Apr 30, 2016

Albion. Our circle. Our home. Our world. Our land of the rose. The land of lime and stone. Our bosom. Our Native Land. Our Father Land. Our Mother Land. Our Home. Oh Albion!

Frederick Noakes
Apr 30, 2016

The forest is alive with Woods and timbers of Oak. Wild thickets and sheltered homes. Ivy growth's rise over coppice. Clumps of flowers and Clover bloom where light penetrates. The weald is our home.

#nature   #freeverse   #druid   #weald  
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