#keepers
Sin is a real evidence keeper
Expose it to your equals
Or it will eat you
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 9:43 AM UTC
(Land that doth marry mother lode
of sublime earthen land and sea).
Age of exploration
ushered cruel fate
against “red” men living
in bliss by agents
patch of eden north
o Mason Dixon line
latitude: 39.64839
longitude: -75.95591 alee
perchance designed
by divine providence
with dyslexic humorous bents
Cecil county Maryland
lies like plump backward letter “e”
witnessed topographic erosion
pocked imprimatur marked
meteorological dents
thru inundation of
oceanographic propensities
melding coastline like Galilee
in particular by Chesapeake Bay,
that body of water
abutting like natural fence
first witnessed by captain
John Smith in 1608
mistaking himself tong tied
in sole of Italy
learned faux pas, when crossing paths
with Susquehannas hence,
offered tobacco sticks to natives
while recovering
from injured wounded knee
said other sundry tribes curiously eyed
then (I utilized poetic license)
took smoke from packet of Kents
which twist on actual
historical facts manipulated by me
but more truthful account awash
and replete with more
than interspersed nonsense
and incorporates tract situated
in so called Fertile Crescent – see
settled by Europeans of English stock,
who emigrated with nary a pence
“taming” shrew like “noble savages”
plied Leviathan sized ukuleles
whose might exploited for felling forests,
which timber built cabins with vents.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC
who will keep the keepers?
we are the patron saint of broken souls, bearing the weight of the sorrows of others; yet who will carry ours?
who dares to hold us up when our hearts are too heavy for the chests that carry them?
we are the menders of broken minds, we fix the fragmented psyche; but who will sew our tattered edges?
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
Hail Lupercal!
O hail the Wolf,
In all Her many guise!
The Tearing One,
Who fills the dark,
The Mother of everything!
Hail Lupercal!
O hail the Wolf,
Hail the Wild One!
Hail Her Get,
Hail Her Twins,
The Dancers of the Dark!
Hail Lupercal!
O hail the Wolf,
Hail the Hooded Three!
Hail fair Spinner,
Hail sly Weaver,
Hail the dreaded Cutter now!
Hail Lupercal!
O hail the Wolf,
And hail the Keeper Four,
White Fame and Red,
Green Flame and Blue,
Hail the mighty blowing Winds!
Hail Lupercal!
Oh hail the Wolf,
Hail the Goat and Wolf in one!
Lupercalia,
The feast each year,
An offering to God Herself!
~Hail Lupercal! a poem of Lupercalia by Bethany "Lorekeeper" Davis, February 18, 2017
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 6:27 AM UTC
The mists that part,
By Bride's Day light,
Are mists between the worlds,
They open wide,
The gates of night,
And allow things to pass both ways,
What died before,
Comes forth once more,
The serpent's wings are spread,
On Hallow's Eve,
That sacrifice,
Begins the year again,
Forth from the well,
Between the worlds,
Scaled form returns once more,
A new year dawns,
In dark moon light,
And all begins once more,
Upon her forge,
New year is wrought,
By hammer and by flame,
The raven's call,
The hope of all,
As she forges the year again,
Now the births,
In springtime snows,
In cold and solemn moons,
Keeper of Ways,
Builder of Paths,
Takes now the regency,
Misrule is done,
That tide is turned,
Bride's Time has come again,
The Trouble Moon,
It parts and passes,
The Lost Moon begins again.
And awakened now,
The serpent old,
Begins a journey home,
As they open wide,
The gates of night,
And allow things to pass both ways,
For the mists that part,
By Bride's Day light,
Are mists between the worlds.
~Mists Between the Worlds, a Candlemas poem by Lorekeeper, February 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 5:42 AM UTC
Aaron: "Hi, I'm Aaron and I'm a (recovering) misogynist"
All: "Hi Aaron. Welcome!"
Aaron: "I wonder how much longer we can **** and pillage the feminine with a clear conscience?"
All: "Who has a clear conscience?"
Crowd: A few raise their hands . . . more than you would think . . .
Gestapo for Good: Furiously taking notes . . .
Aaron: "I don't know what you're gonna do about it, I don't even know what I'm gonna do about it . . ."
All: "You don't need to know, just don't shut out that feeling"
Aaron: "I'll do my best"
All: "Then you are"
Aaron sits down
Bill stands up
Bill: "Hey, hey, hey I'm Fat Albert" (in a sad clown voice)
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC