patricia-waldron - Hello Poetry

The fire hissed and crackled It leaped up toward the sky The forest was dark around us As we raised our voices high; Flames brought warmth and comfort And light by which to see As we cast our circle To invoke our Deities; Look into the flames and embers Feel the passion and will and strength See protection and action and courage Know the joy of success at length; Fire is a two-edged sword Having not always been used for good Watch the ignorant, frightened people As they gather the innocent wood; Flames raged on the hillsides With agony, terror and fear Fire, a symbol of the burning time Not looked on then so dear.

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Oct 4, 2014

Oct 4, 2014 at 8:38 AM UTC

FIRE

The fire hissed and crackled It leaped up toward the sky The forest was dark around us As we raised our voices high; Flames brought warmth and comfort And light by which to see As we cast our circle To invoke our Deities; Look into the flames and embers Feel the passion and will and strength See protection and action and courage Know the joy of success at length; Fire is a two-edged sword Having not always been used for good Watch the ignorant, frightened people As they gather the innocent wood; Flames raged on the hillsides With agony, terror and fear Fire, a symbol of the burning time Not looked on then so dear.

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Harvest fires are burning Upon the verdant hills Pagans gather in Circles Summoning their wills. Leaves colored gaily Spiral to the ground Create a colorful carpet As the Wheel turns round. Smoke rises thickly Drifts among the trees Moon sails over head Pleased by what she sees. Sprigs of oak and holly Sheaves of corn and wheat Signify abundance Gathering time complete. Hunting Lord is stalking Deep wood, field, stream Game harvest approaches Stag are on the scene. Departed pay a visit Weaving plane to plane Reminding that we, too Will return again and again.

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Sep 10, 2014

Sep 10, 2014 at 10:05 AM UTC

FALL

Harvest fires are burning Upon the verdant hills Pagans gather in Circles Summoning their wills. Leaves colored gaily Spiral to the ground Create a colorful carpet As the Wheel turns round. Smoke rises thickly Drifts among the trees Moon sails over head Pleased by what she sees. Sprigs of oak and holly Sheaves of corn and wheat Signify abundance Gathering time complete. Hunting Lord is stalking Deep wood, field, stream Game harvest approaches Stag are on the scene. Departed pay a visit Weaving plane to plane Reminding that we, too Will return again and again.

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Do you revel in the smell of the Earth as the seasons change? And ice patterns that form on windows in winter? Do you like holidays and Sundays and Fridays? Do you like to have your face touched? And your eyelids kissed? And the tip of your nose? Do you like to lie on your back in a field of wildflowers? And watch clouds move across the sky? Do you love storms? Can you feel their power? Do you like soft, gray days? And bright sunlit ones? And walking in a summer rain? And fireflies? And butterflies? Do you like to receive brown paper packages tied up with string? And having your ear lobes nibbled? Do you like to cook over a campfire? Then sit nearby and watch the flames? And sleep under the stars? Do you like stones and herbs? Do you drink coffee? Do you put too much salt on your food? Would you allow me to watch you shave? Do you sometimes like wine with dinner? And eating by candlelight? Do you keep a glass of water on your bedside table at night? Are your keys on your keyring in order by size? And do the teeth all face the same way? Do you put the cap back on the toothpaste? Do you like rainbows? And waterfalls? Do you have to touch moss? And dandelions gone to seed? Would you like to chase me? Do you like to hold hands? And the touch of a hand reaching for you in the night? Do you like to fly kites in spring winds? Against a bright blue sky? In a field of dandelions? Do you feel a special joy in things that grow without your intervention? Like wild strawberries and thistles? Do you like the spongy give of pine needles on the forest floor? Do you like the salt taste on your lips from the ocean? Would you like it on mine? Do you like the sound of a boat gently rubbing against a dock in the dark? And the sound of tree branches rubbing against each other in the wind? Do you like stone steps? And covered bridges? And walking through soft, thick fog? Do you get 'high' on sunshine? And making love? Do you like to have someone tag along behind as you putter about? To provide you with an extra hand? And make you laugh? Do you feel awe when you look at a mountain? And a valley? And trees? And water? And every living thing? Do you believe in God's Magic?

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Sep 1, 2014

Sep 1, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC

DO YOU?

Do you revel in the smell of the Earth as the seasons change? And ice patterns that form on windows in winter? Do you like holidays and Sundays and Fridays? Do you like to have your face touched? And your eyelids kissed? And the tip of your nose? Do you like to lie on your back in a field of wildflowers? And watch clouds move across the sky? Do you love storms? Can you feel their power? Do you like soft, gray days? And bright sunlit ones? And walking in a summer rain? And fireflies? And butterflies? Do you like to receive brown paper packages tied up with string? And having your ear lobes nibbled? Do you like to cook over a campfire? Then sit nearby and watch the flames? And sleep under the stars? Do you like stones and herbs? Do you drink coffee? Do you put too much salt on your food? Would you allow me to watch you shave? Do you sometimes like wine with dinner? And eating by candlelight? Do you keep a glass of water on your bedside table at night? Are your keys on your keyring in order by size? And do the teeth all face the same way? Do you put the cap back on the toothpaste? Do you like rainbows? And waterfalls? Do you have to touch moss? And dandelions gone to seed? Would you like to chase me? Do you like to hold hands? And the touch of a hand reaching for you in the night? Do you like to fly kites in spring winds? Against a bright blue sky? In a field of dandelions? Do you feel a special joy in things that grow without your intervention? Like wild strawberries and thistles? Do you like the spongy give of pine needles on the forest floor? Do you like the salt taste on your lips from the ocean? Would you like it on mine? Do you like the sound of a boat gently rubbing against a dock in the dark? And the sound of tree branches rubbing against each other in the wind? Do you like stone steps? And covered bridges? And walking through soft, thick fog? Do you get 'high' on sunshine? And making love? Do you like to have someone tag along behind as you putter about? To provide you with an extra hand? And make you laugh? Do you feel awe when you look at a mountain? And a valley? And trees? And water? And every living thing? Do you believe in God's Magic?

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All day I held the memory of you A soft, gentle holding A feeling of being in harmony with you A joy in knowing you are there Even when the world is dark and dreary The magic of you makes things bright.

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Sep 1, 2014

Sep 1, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC

FRIEND

All day I held the memory of you A soft, gentle holding A feeling of being in harmony with you A joy in knowing you are there Even when the world is dark and dreary The magic of you makes things bright.

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I have need of more time with you So much I want to learn while you are mine While we are sharing this gift of togetherness Much of your experience you can bring to me And there are parts of my world You have yet to see,

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Sep 1, 2014

Sep 1, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC

SHARING

I have need of more time with you So much I want to learn while you are mine While we are sharing this gift of togetherness Much of your experience you can bring to me And there are parts of my world You have yet to see,

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I am emotional, passionate, obsessed Borne from peak to peak Repeatedly plunged into one abyss after another My pendulum always in motion I have need of peace and security and you.

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Aug 31, 2014

Aug 31, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC

PENDULUM

I am emotional, passionate, obsessed Borne from peak to peak Repeatedly plunged into one abyss after another My pendulum always in motion I have need of peace and security and you.

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There is something dark and forbidding within me A despondency that lessens the life force of me Hopelessness I don't want to live with It is not conquered yet But returns to me again and again Causing within me pain confusion and doubt It is my own personal demon Its exorcism possible only by me.

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Aug 31, 2014

Aug 31, 2014 at 10:55 AM UTC

DEMON

There is something dark and forbidding within me A despondency that lessens the life force of me Hopelessness I don't want to live with It is not conquered yet But returns to me again and again Causing within me pain confusion and doubt It is my own personal demon Its exorcism possible only by me.

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The Air moves by with a rush and a sigh A brisk or a gentle blowing It travels unfettered, wild and free Raising restless ripples with its going. The breeze goes gamboling Along the mountain trails It moves the branches of trees about As it moans and sings and wails. A cooling north wind scatters clouds Tosses colorful leaves about It crisps the days of autumn And turns hardy people out. Pitiless winds of winter Shriek across the frozen land A time for inner reflection Turning to others with a gentle hand. Warming winds awaken the Earth Sending the cold of winter on its way It stirs the life in growing things And freshens a summer day.

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Aug 30, 2014

Aug 30, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC

AIR

The Air moves by with a rush and a sigh A brisk or a gentle blowing It travels unfettered, wild and free Raising restless ripples with its going. The breeze goes gamboling Along the mountain trails It moves the branches of trees about As it moans and sings and wails. A cooling north wind scatters clouds Tosses colorful leaves about It crisps the days of autumn And turns hardy people out. Pitiless winds of winter Shriek across the frozen land A time for inner reflection Turning to others with a gentle hand. Warming winds awaken the Earth Sending the cold of winter on its way It stirs the life in growing things And freshens a summer day.

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I ground and center my body To generate harmony. I close the Circle around me Drawing the things I need. The candles gently flicker Stirred by a random breeze. Multitudes of thoughts are stilled Granting my Spirit comfort and ease. An aura of understanding My minds enlightened expression. Then loving emotions celebrate The renewal of pride and passion. Time to Earth the Power To return to the world mundane. Continuing to weave a tapestry Till the Magic of the Circle again.

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Aug 30, 2014

Aug 30, 2014 at 9:29 AM UTC

Casting A Mood

I ground and center my body To generate harmony. I close the Circle around me Drawing the things I need. The candles gently flicker Stirred by a random breeze. Multitudes of thoughts are stilled Granting my Spirit comfort and ease. An aura of understanding My minds enlightened expression. Then loving emotions celebrate The renewal of pride and passion. Time to Earth the Power To return to the world mundane. Continuing to weave a tapestry Till the Magic of the Circle again.

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If I could live in a forest And sleep beneath my Trees I'd cast a circle 'round us So happy would I be. I'd sing and dance and celebrate And worship the Moon and Sun I'd gather wild creatures 'round me And watch their antics for fun. I'd welcome the changing seasons And keep each Festival well I'd honour the Gods and Goddess' And through time and space weave my spell.

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Aug 30, 2014

Aug 30, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC

My Trees

If I could live in a forest And sleep beneath my Trees I'd cast a circle 'round us So happy would I be. I'd sing and dance and celebrate And worship the Moon and Sun I'd gather wild creatures 'round me And watch their antics for fun. I'd welcome the changing seasons And keep each Festival well I'd honour the Gods and Goddess' And through time and space weave my spell.

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