Oh pillars of power.
Sentinels, guardians of our mother sun.
We come forth to relish your wisdom.
To revel in your all revealing light.
Stones standing eternal, forever immortal.
Brothers, sisters, come stand before them.

Worshipping lovers , embracing the sunrise.
Banners flying, rainbows held high.
Holding the night time at bay, as we play.

This is the time of your life, my friends.
World without end.
Two solstices.
.June and December.
Join us good fellows ,come be free.

Each year be different, pray always remember.
Monolithic structures, bathed by the rain, savouring the sun.

Festival goers come along.
Party inside the fence for free.
Open your hearts.
May your minds eye reveal such truths.
Yet unknown.


Vernal equinox.
New life.
Most venerable equinox may we feel the source of the changes you bring.
We feel them as we kneel in your honour.
Respecting the vibe.
Come together, as one, let us all be alive.
Souls and spirits intermingle as the moonlight blesses them.
The sunrises lifting hearts and vibrant minds.
Vernal equinox, heralding spring.
Of the spring buds and bees and the tickling breeze.
Fab to be free.
Bearing flowers of pink red and golden, with garlands of green.

Summer solstice, she wears the dress of summer's sun.
Warming, protective.
Midsummer's  night,
Blessed be the longest night.
Glory to the longest day, where fairies flit and pixies play.
Pagans and maidens, come dance in delight.
Height of summer, vibrant and wild,
In the moonlight, the dance of the flowing haired child.

Autumnal equinox, reliever of  leaves.

Solstice of midwinter, brings forth the shortest day.
Ivy boughs and holly trees.
Magical mistletoe borne of the wizards, the pagans and mystical ravens.
Be kissed by winter's finger  tips.
The touch of the chill as it nibbles the lips.


Come brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers.
Come seeks us and find perchance, romance.
Romancing the ancient ones.
No rhyme or reason not to come.
Brothers and sisters be blessed by the sun.
Mystical season.

These all entrancing stones,  placed to be revered.
In line with the rising sun.
As seasons change, we shall be as one.
Souls and spirits intermingle as the moonlight blesses them.
The sunrises lifting hearts and vibrant minds.

You stand, we dance.
Ride the spirits, feel the vibe.
Festival goers are coming, they're thriving.
Buzzing with glee.
Welcome us with open arms.
Amulets and magic charms.
Romancing beneath our holy moon.
Magical, mystical, sense airs and attitudes.
Standing stones.
Worshipped by many.
Revered sincerely.

In mode of festival, vibrancy pulse.
People, powerful people, come watch us dance.
To the beat of the drums and the carnival air, in bright spirited revellers together, so  shall we share.
Druids and hippy folk together.
May they relish the joys of freedom.
Life is short.
Breathe in the passion , bathe in the love.
One love forever.
Respect our stones.
Our blessed mother earth.
Sensational rhythm of love and peace.
Flowing, spirit release.
Essence of the stones.
We are free spirits.
May our free spirits to mingle with those of the stones.
A past, a present and future.
Eternally yours.
Love and peace.
(C) LIVVI

At midnight in the month of
June she and I stood beneath
the mystic moon with our hearts
full of what I thought was my
last and final love that came out
of nowhere as if from above.

Now the Sun on this brief
September day rises briskly over
my feelings of gray because I
really had nothing to say to her
except, "why did you do me
that way?"

Love will dream and faith will
trust that somehow somewhere
meet we must to discover if it
was love or just ***** lust because
we both watched it crumble to
dust so fast when we were sure
that it would last.

All I can say is wash what is *****,
water what is dry, heal what is
wounded, sooth what is hurt,
dry tears that are shed, warm
what is cold, guide what goes
off the road and love those who
are least lovable because they
need it the most.
                                                  Jon York      2015

So, I woke up
this morning,
and was promptly attacked
by a Chinese martial artist
brain cell,
so I got angry
and decided
that I didn't like
my teachers,
and then
the insane Republican
brain cell,
began to shout,
"Get Busy!",
so I think
I've got
bad brain
chemistry.

.
Oh Girleen, leave that dark, ****-covered rock

And watch no more the waves white-capped with foam                                

Nor listen to their sighs; they only mock

Your lonely sorrowed heart; now come back home.



I don’t watch each wave that sweeps and falls,

I don’t heed the sobbing of the sea –

I’m listening for my own true lover’s call

There, can you hear now? He’s calling me….



Ah Girleen, sure it’s only the wild, wild wind,

A-wailing o’er the waters its sad song;

Put all these thoughts of him far from your mind-

To our own good god alone, the dead belong.



Ye lie, he’s mine, for from the grey sea-mist.

Yesterday evening when the sun sunk low

He came and took me in his arms and kissed my mouth

Just like he used to, long ago.



And so, I’ll not go home, but here I’ll stay

For maybe, in the smoky gloamin’ dim,

He’ll come again out o’er the showers o’ spray

And take me o’er the ragin’ seas with him.

call it cocktail hour
the bar is open
happy hour
when you are your own bartender
and your own best customer
who the hell but you needs to know

Tis quiet
When I wake
The rest, in sleepful slumber

Not me,I partake
The bitterwine of insomnia
Sometimes, sips alone
Bare enough to fill a quill.

Sometimes, cups so deep
That one forgets the state
Called sleep, and tours
The town, called Stumble

Tonight's draught, a nip or two
Just enough, to say to you
Treasure the wakeful nights
When you sit and delight
In the quiettetude  of a house a'slumber
All loved, all safe,  and well
This is the ***** of a pilfered night
Taken from the restful isle
To watch and pray, and smile.