Best Pagan Poems
Cloudless sky, naked shades of azure.
Oh, summer vibrant, resplendent sun,
We thank Lugh for his longest luster,
Grateful for the bounty he gives everyone.
Sun lights awareness in every entity.
Oh, boldest, brightest waking day,
Season of growth, splendor, and fertility.
Abundant Earth is teeming with DNA.
We plant the new seeds in our souls.
Oh, wondrous, endless fire regenerative,
May we sip from love and passion’s bowls.
May we always pause, reflect and be appreciative.
Each summer we must willingly shed our tropes,
And rediscover each other with newfound hopes.
Amazon mist and rainy mornings green as the day God made them
dropping from a moist sky full of even grays and sheltering light
peaceful music playing from the spheres of a dense forest dream
we are all little humans in a big big giant cave, .... the rain
Pitter patter drops on thirsty tree in a world that is evened once again
sheets of rain fall from my window and I click click click and glean
a slow memory of old, photographs of mom and dad inside the garden
we were small and happily drinking in the scene .... the rain
A Sentinel watches from a soldiering evergreen, I lived there before
the white washed walls of peace and the age old chanterelle dance
as raindrops settle in my soul, I compose a poem about the downpour.
Petrichor scents permeate my living space as I listen to ... the rain
Rainsticks and drums Native chants and Pagan dreams of old, I remember,
Lady Gianne and her healing chants, how she lifted her face to the winds.
"Heal me now and make me whole" * " Bring peace and love forevermore"
As nature creates pathways to equity, the rain loves US,
again and again and again. .... the rain.
Oh pagan mistress, your sins weighed heavy
Your conspicuous makeup masks your unsightliness
If only your admirers knew of your sins against man
They would have, long ago, cast you into the streets
Harlot, bide your time, bide your time o' woman of ill repute
Soon, your patrons will see you for who you really are
Then, the weeping and gnashing of your teeth will be
ambrosia…
bosoms climb desire’s ecstasy,
flesh grinds, heated in juicy kisses--
lips mounting, nibbling
often pagan… quivering rose
succumbs to unbuttoned virility; wanton…
x-marking yearning’s zest!
Allright Poet's ABC Contest
Re-submitted 5/10/2020
The death of common sense has been under reported lately
As a coups d'état has taken the world by storm.
Now
Upon his throne "stupidity" holds council with callousness, greed , hate and war ,all of whom smugly agree it's seem like a darker future a head .
Stupidity calls for Suffering , but she is busy in foreign lands at present , so war is sent with a message to bring her home.
Meanwhile callousness and hate shall have to do her bidding until she returns .
So the word goes out, common sense is dead ,
Stupidity and it's ways now rule us all !
Now a story to finish this hour of news,
Our reporter from out in the field,
Tom’s on the spot with the universe itself,
Where the answer to life’s been revealed....
...Hi everyone, we’re live on the street,
With the guy on a deep acid fry,
What is the answer we’re all looking for???
“Hey man let me answer you why,
“You see man, we’re all matter and joules,
Energy and heat condensed right down to a slow,
Vibrating pattern of conscious experience,
And together like a river we flow,
From life into death back to life back to death,
Life’s a dream that goes on forever,”
Well thankyou Tom from out in the cold,
Back to Frank to wrap up the weather.
As April leaves us like a lamb
May comes dancing in
The sunlight glowing up the sky
And celebrations can begin.
Come see the daylight as it bursts
Upon the rocky shore
And we can light the Beltane fires
And winter is no more.
With oak and ash and willow,
Rowan, holly too
The nine woods of the Beltane
Will perform their task for you.
Hawthorn, hazel, Alder join
And birch with silver bark
So now the ritual fires can guide
New life from winter’s dark.
Come spirits of the forest
Dance within the smoke and sing,
Of our Beltane fire we light for you
And fertility you bring.
Many gods and goddesses may exist,
however, each one only portrays
the many personalities of one wholly
being when combined.
Our Mother cherishes us all but still
our inane habits inhibit the possibility
of a peaceful planet.
We take everything for granted not thinking
of the consequences of our many selfish actions.
Our Mother exists in everything we see and do,
still life displays a certain essence to cause
destruction, extinction or simply evolution.
Each of us behold the ability to change but our
stubbornness creates a false image of security,
wrapping us all in a thick layer of cotton-wool.
Pagan faith is a way of becoming one with
nature enabling us to see how precious life is.
Sadly, our subconscious makes us blind to the
fragmented forms of how life behaves; life can
suddenly become dark and flooded with fear
and melancholy making us see life in a
different light making many bitter and scarred.
Nature is the centre of pagan faith thus it is
seen as precious and is thus treasured and
deeply appreciated by all followers.
Many of us learn life’s most important
lesson at a turning point in our lives:
life can be altered in a blink of an eye,
like day surrendering to the night
setting free the all seeing eye, it
provides the only light through the darkness.
As inevitable as it may be, darkness
has to submit to light releasing the
slumbering spirits of life.
Bringer of day,
Lord of Fire
Help cleanse my ways
O noble Sire!
I went walking the footpath between life and death.
It was there I first discerned the strum of a harp.
I hastened my step, tracing wooded trail with stealth`
as the resonant resplendent tones grew clear and sharp.
I quickly came upon a figure the size of a mountain.
He carried a manful bearing even as he played.
Smiling at me like he knew me, I felt he was my champion.
“I am the Dagda, god of life and death,” he conveyed.
“I rule agriculture, fertility, seasons and magic.”
Next to him was a cauldron of plenty along with his club
of life or death, and his eyes stored memories both joyous and tragic.
Humbled by this good, great god of Ireland, I felt like a flub.
“Do not trouble yourself,” he paused and said with wisdom.
“You are always most welcome, here in my kingdom.”
Shortest day, longest night
Celebration of light
Glistening ice and snow
Temperatures low
Bare trees
Ponds freeze
Dress warm
Long sleeve uniform
Cardigans and sweatshirts
Goodbye mini skirts
Silk and wool
Indoor pool
Soup and stew
Don’t misconstrue
Wish Bread
Glaze spread
Cinnamon and cloves
On stoves
Ice skating
Snow tube inflating
Snow skiing
Snowboard leaping
Snowshoe wearing
Spectators staring
Hope, intentions, and new year
Celebrate and cheer
Yule brings hope of life
Robins and wrens in strife
Red, white, green, and gold
My, it’s cold!
Farewell to this day's gifted light,
Welcome now to starshine bright!
The wheel turns on as Earth spins about;
We ask for Harmony within, without.
Turning from Christ
to disbelief;
as Satan confronts
the death
and hell…
Its expression
withering
the self and
its culture.
The suicidal genocide—
a gesture
in guilt's name
for stewardship's misdeeds:
Evil
in its self
Judgement.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Rose Meadow, an outcast woman,
portrayed by Fertie Fields.
The film chronicles her Pagan beliefs.
A supporting cast boasts
Roland (Rollie) Hills and Hayden Hayfield.
Cameos by Misty Marsh and Lily Lake.
Marquee brags of Nature’s spiritual mysteries
comprising the life of Rose Meadow.
though different types same as in the begining
liken to eve's death by deception to lead astray through omitting
advertisements a sorrowful conception Latin for advert men's minds
in times past hid not their agenda but a war alliance
what a crime from grace and truth they desire the old wine
for this world will pass away along with the junk science system
propaganda a science falsely so called for the worldly wisdom
ad nauseam it should make you nauseous the big lie to us
repeated enough times, may begin to be taken as the truth.
you should know this one as you speak truth from under the bus
ad hominem your character under fire not the truth in question
do not get on their band wagon for straight is the gate
narrow is the way not a factoid in fact the right direction
love thy neighbor speaking the truth every man his mate
turning my cheek are weapons not carnal not a straw man's reflection
tares deceiving and being deceived spin doctors reproduce
to list a few from double speak easy's false store front's
as seen on T.V. a cult a personality they are reduced
with contradiction's the common man bares the brunt
they are waving false flags like freedom is not free
for this your forgiving love they call you odd
sporting them selves wise oh can you see
for this one nation and all under the true God
they try to lead you astray in the land of the free