Best Inner Circle Poems
Egnehenots – of earth and stone
Chief elder – most wise upon the Salisbury Plain
an old man . . . loved deeply
revered father of the land
wakes before the sunrise
speaks with a clear wind voice
it is time . . . retniw ecitslos
The twelve bow . . . form together
three to a side
lift Otsego – clear water running
high in the air
in liturgical movements
move across the dark plain
whitlow grass . . . juniper shrubs . . . wild thyme . . .
sweeten the air
moss laden stones
soft upon leather-bound feet
Within the wind
haunting cries of the stone curlew
crested newts scramble for cover
the great bustard cuts the air with powerful wing beats
Ancient burial mounds appear
a sacred circle of life emergences
the procession stops . . . lowers
Egnehenots steps down, blesses the twelve
enters the holy inner circle alone
Laying his head against the mighty sarsens
begins to chant . . .
father of the blue stones
creator of the big sky light
upon these rocks I cling for your life
from sky, to earth let your love flow
On this holy day
your strength is once again revealed
wind and rain obey your commands
days, nights, seasons march to your song
how great and mighty is your power
Hear our cries upon the wind
absorb our tears upon the earth
our breath upon your mighty rocks
be now amongst your people
send forth the sun and rain
let the earth bring forth its riches
so that we may dance in your radiance
The sun breaks the horizon
Sending out shafts of lights
streaking across the sky
clouds turning purple then into shades of reds, oranges
a single ray of light strikes forth
straight as an arrow
illuminating the altar stone
connecting slaughter stone
and finally . . . the heel stone
Where
Where, an old man clings
A loud cheer explodes from the village
Food and wind flow – a celebration
A new year begins -
Rain clouds appear in the west
Egnehenots – of earth and stone
Love Generously
David Meade
12/8/2015
I am just a girl writing poetry (a woman) poetess like many and
it is sad how there are cliques that push their views
allmostlike . . . a gang with an influential alpha leader
the center of attention in words and words( infinity)
abashing the non-believers (those of a different opinion)
a narrow-minded few and haven for personswithmeanbraincells
I am no stranger to this pain(this childish devastation)
they have no respect for right or wrong or hurting
will bash anyone who stands alone . . .
the followers(like puppydogswaggingtails)follow mindlessly
oh gawd I don't like the clickclattercrackleclink of endless words
the cliqueycliquishcliquishly the inner circle of bullys
held together by a thread of theatrical banterlikebehavior
I know this behaviour(Iwas5yearsold)
see it is not just adolescents girls who enjoy cliquishness
a small group of few can form a crew agangofbashers
shameonyou . . .
but . . . I am proudstrong I am not in a clique
I am independent(yearsofbullying)has been my companion
so echoic cliques are useless againstthehighwall I have built
to protect my soul my spirit my poetry(yet you can still)
breakanalreadybrokenheart . . . shame on you and
thissweetkindgirlwoman has had enough
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May 30, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/shameonyou
Copyright Protected, ID 05-678-445-30
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Women Only #2,
sponsor, Kelly Deschler, Judged 2015
Fourth Place
Poem of the Day, June 1, 2015
Between a flowering hedge
and garden path illuminator,
an ancient ritual unfolds.
In motion, her fascinating legs
are silver lit and busy as they knit
a geometric circle.
Perfect, concentric as she navigates
in the half light, it glows unfolding
from her orb, ready to be touched
by morning dew.
Circular, suspended in light from
outer edge to inner circle
she rests at last within its centre.
Taut to each claw a strand is fixed.
Death will come tonight for
some unsuspecting creature
1st. Place Premiere Contest No. 6
1st Place in SKAT's Premier Contest 6
It’s not my place to say,
but I’m gonna say it anyway ...
I’m in love with you
Now that you know the truth,
what are you gonna do?
But, before you decide anything,
dear Princess,
listen to this humble declaration of mine —
My love for you has been growing over time
This devotion is deep,
and I’m not a fool
I know, given what my social standing is;
to reach your inner circle,
my challenge is steep
So here is what you need to know,
the open file truth about me:
I got ordinary looks
It be true, I’m not a handsome guy
Have read me a lot of books
Also true, I love to let my mind fly
Since I’ve known you,
only gave you more than I took
I adore you is the reason why
All of my heart I offer
Give you things money can’t buy
Why then can’t a princess
fall in love with a pauper?
Would you be willing to try
to close the divide
Take a leap of faith,
and I’ll catch you on the other side
You know in your heart of hearts,
dear Princess,
you’re not any better than me,
simply because you got more money
And also know in your gentle soul,
the most important things you desire
ain’t always found within palace walls,
and royal banquet halls
Mr. Right ain’t always invited to the Cinderella ball
True happiness, faithful companionship
Perfect soulmate bliss found in each virgin kiss
I will give you all of this, and much more of it
I’m saying to you, I’m that man
I got such richness in my heart,
precious affection for you
Listen to your heart; let it guide you,
let it tell you if what I’m saying is true
I believe I have so much to offer,
but beware, dear Princess:
Rejection is a lover’s curse
that can turn you into a pauper
Scarred and Blackened
In Tasmania’s rugged but scenic South West
Lies an ancient land of pristine wilderness
Protected by a World Heritage Listing
An eco-system a thousand years nesting
A land of Aboriginal spiritual dreamtime
Where rare native flora survives, like Pencil Pine
And fauna abound on the Button Grass plains
With rugged mountain ranges never tamed
Hunter Gatherers burned to reduce the fuel load
The protectors now heading down the wrong road
By letting the fuel build to immense dimensions
A massive fire just waiting to turn the land ashen
The spirit of storm clouds gathers up high
For the rangers this is pleasing to the eye
But alas, this building spiral of cloud is dry
Just building thunder heads in the sky
The inner circle of the clouds one big mass
Intermingle, then with violence they clash
Spewing bolts of lightning to the ground
But not a drop of precious rain to be found
A searing bolt of lightning grounds
Amid the drought-stricken pencil pines
An explosion of sparks, then flames
A fire is born the lightening to blame
Spreading quickly with the brisk westerly winds
The fire races through the dry Button grass plains
A massive cloud of smoke drifts east
Alerting the protectors to this massive beast
The call goes out for fire fighters and water bombers
As the black smoke causes concern to near-by loggers
For the fire now a catastrophic inferno
Consuming the wilderness like no tomorrow
The water bombers and man-power useless
Against this cataclysm of wild fire that has unleashed
Thousands of acres of pristine wilderness
Now blackened and scared, a nothingness
For weeks it burned, some 100,000 acres
Now tamed by remote area fire-fighters
But the scars from the fire yet to discover
A landscape that will take years to recover
Global warming, to blame many think
As this South-West area was always wet
Many years of below average rainfall
Perhaps Mother-Nature having her revenge
Love is the commitment based on respect
To forge an alliance in ways abstract
When two hearts unite as life's architect
Their souls intertwine by a karmic pact
Knitting the fabric of their daily life
Blissful togetherness its foundation
Nurturing exchanges devoid of strife
Each other the object of affection
Unblemished trust is the almighty glue
The strength to surmount any obstacle
Promise to be loyal faithful and true
Protecting fiercely our inner circle
Sometimes we're needing to work through baggage
To heal within a small child with damage
AP: 3rd place 2022
Submitted on March 2, 2019 for contest WHAT IS LOVE sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
Believe in yourself always, be brave always
Empathy and kindness be your muses
Young at heart, keep some giggles inside
Own failure, then rise up, be resilient
Unique, only one of you in the world
Thankful, gratitude are desirable attributes
Integrity is a solid base of character
Family, friends and god be your inner circle
Understand your purpose, live a meaningful life
Love yourself, love others, just love, love, love
Entered: "Acrostically I Stand Tall" contest
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr
Written 23.07.2019
Placed 3rd
The sun awakens my eyes to a brilliant glow
The morning is precious as the Fall wind blows
I gaze upon the nature before my eyes
The brilliant colors cast all stress and worries aside
For this is a new day filled with opportunities galore.
A time to reflect on life and the beauty it has in store.
To make a difference to those in my inner circle.
To embrace the colors, especially the shades of purple.
To capture the essence of the rain as the smell of nature awakens my mind.
To taste the pure raindrops on the tip of my tongue, a taste divine.
To feel the soft rose petals that bloom in my fingertips
To taste the silky dew as it flows across my lips.
Choose wisely your what guards your heart; for we are products of our environment.
Written: October 21, 2023, For Miranda Hawley Contest
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We must mightily mold matches in this life.
Actions must be taken to forestall strife.
We stop at every junction to demarcate.
What we decide will determine our fate.
Our upbringing has a significant impact on us.
Those who belong to us shape our solid fuss.
Be wary of who you let into your inner circle.
Because their vitality could be a hurdle.
You should stay away from the negative.
Things that are poisonous and deceptive
Smacking serves the strength to spread.
And impel your emotions to grow in dread.
Avoid those who induce stress at a distance.
Who twists a grin into a gesture of riddance?
Wrap yourself in a quilt of affection and rely
And witness your spirit soar across the sky.
The longing for a deep red ruby
creeps like an ivy in my heart
Love me today - love me tomorrow
Sparks sensors from a sensitive heart
Give me the eternity
Like a lost child you take my hand
Heart demons in angels inner circle
brought me into beautiful golden moonlight
Take me with you ... in perfection ... the divinity
Hot bodies close together
The silence encourager ... weak breath
A deep red ruby is perfect - a beauty
The eternity - how long is that
07.12.2013
A-L Andresen :)
Is there a memo motionless meaning that co considers
the let me know not the in between time of soul space that swells
spit in time and all things youless and common/uncommon in a new raw
omniplural potpourri vs a humnopre-salient cap-able anti
impractical public a anonoymous -----let it be the me behind
the windless wheel well of counter culture communation happy
ig no rant dance given to adulto frown friends with no
inner countenance to the opposite of their children's
heretofore genetic anaglous inheritenance, happenstance with the all degradratory of who's who on first impractical **** annoyance given to parentosociosuck prevelances.
Let it be me and my behold every endurance
behind the wishless wheel wonders like stale bread kisses that
will leave a bastard/***** beholding another ever unpresent illego negligent
my me mine me behind--as an ever ill gotten gain gopher behold!!
I offer no ill indifference to a an **** ego indifference, as it wanes itself
in an annotated post partum parental quandary with all of the estrogenous misgivings that minus all of our copious relative holiday misgivings; hope/love/angst/fear/fake fornication that co comprise our inner grasp gasp being to err offend everyone in our inner nature neighborhood never openly negative of your own offspring offerings as they relate to your perfectly PC credentialed crassness of age coinciding with the
all year round as life asked of us relatives to/fro in/out closed/open/in/out/add/subtract/distract, ect, ect, ect,.
Far from first inner circle seconds included and removed offended defended included/excluded as to their proper "tudes" to be later revealed related as to a toddler tranquil trance perfectly placed belovedly behind a two tone parental (irr)rational regal rememberance
that reveals a riviteing rancid rationale reward right vs mostly wrong.
Matching sibiling ill will/deeds and useless non needs can lead to a covert cancer covered man-nipulates meanlip measures of misgotten memories factly misered measured mandates. Welcome my friends to the drone that never ends, human race, human race; youngins' all youngins' all.
I sat at a table
It was a table for one;
There was a mirror
And a pay phone
Seated at the head,
They had all brazenly said:
"This, is ahead of its time"
- Then someone with an agenda
Started forming the lines,
Behind ulterior motives
To be the first to capitalize.
And pretty soon,
With the grand accessories
Of these mock identities,
We were all just living cartoons;
While our petty self-image
Obfuscated the truth
- There was only one presence,
Beneath the mask of our skin,
An emptiness of being,
Void of existential meaning.
Within the inner circle of youth culture,
Someone passed through
Something was familiar; nothing seemed new...
...Not to sound jaded by age
- But I've seen more recent advancement
In the Police State
Than I have in the common man as of late
- I guess some things really do never change?
Real friends are extremely rare; and the so-call friends sometimes, are hard to please
When life seems so unfair, the so-called friends avoid you like a disease!
When you face financial hardship and can’t pay your rent,
Is your “friend” there for you without an argument?
When you feel all alone; when marital problems arise,
Is your “friend” there, being supportive; do they look you in the eyes?
When you reach your lowest point and need a shoulder to lean on
Does your “friend: disappoint; did you feel it all along?
When trials and tribulations trouble you to no end,
You’ll know a sincere person without a doubt, will be a friend!
So-call friends in your inner circle may be many; you have no clue..
It is only when your troubles come, then you’ll know if your friends are true!
Every time it rains from Heavens Gate I feel The Angels Tears above.
All the lost loved Ones that have gone Beyond and took Our Love.
Tears from Heavens Gate that parish from Our grasp and Descends.
Tears that last and form Our Rain on Earth that never mends.
Time is of the essence to heal these open wounds that feel the loss.
The bleeding Hearts of The Losses turn in Their sleep and toss.
Their Dreams now blemished by The Test of trusting God.
As Tears from Heaven Gate flood Your Eyes of pain You sod.
Tears from Heavens Gate are loving as captured by Our Grace...
May God have mercy as We become picked Flowers from Our Human Race.
Forever in Eternity Our Will is instilled to Survive and never die inside.
Forever living with-in a Soul crossing over The Vale of Life as Angels do abide.
Every time it rains from Heavens Gate I feel Angels crying more...
Spread Your Wings not in shame and soar through A Guiding Light.
As Angels cry from Heavens Gate and wash away Our Human flights.
Recall as We totally bawl from Our Human loss of Our Gifts.
It is Tears from Heavens Gate that will live through out Our Myths.
For Gods plans are larger then Any of Our Choices inside Our Hearts.
Some journeys longer, stronger, bolder, and Some that last enough to just to start.
The Tears from Heavens Gate just represent Angels healing ways...
As for Being here on Earth Your chosen just to Love more , pray, and Stay...
Bring joy to Bleeding Hearts that feel The Angels Tears from Heavens Gate.
God has just left You behind to test Your Inner Circle and wash away Our Hate...
Imagine every time it rain that We are being kissed By lost loved Ones tears.
Tears from Heavens Gate and Angels weeping softly to wash away All Our fears.
By Charlene L.Wilcox 03-26-2015
Dignity of your years
envelops me tonight,
just as my inner child
circles in the darkness
searching for the sunrise
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#2 (Union with higher self)
7/10/15 by Carrie Richards
For Nette's Contest: "Mystique"