Best Shaman Poems

A Shaman's mind, 
shinning visions and resurrected petroglyphs
wild horses running on a plain of stars
stick figures bringing down a behemoth
sitting 'round a story pit, souls touching flame afar
searching chanting embers for drumbeats waning
a procession floating into lavender canyon.. dreaming
pinwheels dancing along the sky and sea....

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The TFL Shaman- A Journey Home.

Raindrops trickle down the misty train windows,
Obscuring views of coloured graffiti,
Works of passion sprayed on to embankment walls.
Bright colours splattered onto neglected structures,
Wild Statements of art,
Arising from the urban ashes of creativity.

Serious and distant faces find the protection,
In-ear plugs and...

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The days moved slowly, but did pass.
He had spent the last three dreaming
of his mentor Wakan Tanka.
Calling him from Han in darkness,
waiting for his sign of answer.
It had come in bits and pieces
of Ojibwa legend mainly.
Thirty days purification
Of mind, body, spiritual.
Bathed in ginger, pomegranate.
In ...

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MARRIAGE OF A SHAMAN MISTIQUE
The paths we take under the eye of god
and universe, but some consider odd
Great spirit knowing all and everything,
help us to grow, throughout our Shamaning,
and know from where our lonely feet have trod.

In Celtic roots, from shores of Normandy
we came from...

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My heart bleeds
But I'm immune
The shaman walks
In the midwinter moon

The hawk guides me
On my path today
Under the wandering willow
My heart does stray

The wolf my ally
With the Raven, I fly
No man can touch me
With the serpent, I lie

I have lived many times
In many forms, I've been
My...

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With the self declared  bomoh king around, smiles are going around...
Vigorously shared are pictures of  his quirky aids and aides gathered round....

One widely circulated pictures the venerated one  holding up a magical  vase ....
Plain looking yet with mystical powers you could...

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Now of New Age, I am a fan,
I communed with my healing man,
I relaxed, breathed, because I can,
Yes! I communed with my soul's shaman,
He appeared, by my psychic side,
At last, I met my inner guide,
But, you see, it was lunchtime,
Hunger pains panged inside,
Who is this...

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She put herself out there
Alone, cleansed from the stink of the city
She perfects the art of quieting one's mind
The fading blah blah blah's, a relic of "Civilization"

She hears slight groans from above and below
A sickening wrench to her heart
The transmission is unanimous

"STOP!!!!!", "PLEASE!!", "THERE'S STILL...

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Coming ashore at the island of Trunyan
      to its teeth of bone
eyes to four directions tongue bloodthirsty

- what do you want this late at night? surely
to seek help from the moon
black chicken
sticky-rice flower
      baskets :...

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Beyond the invincible Death,
Past the infectious Icons,
The ever-winding spatial staircase,
And the crack between Time and Space,
Lies the unconscious mind, the ethereal plane, and the land of the lost.
I have traveled miles to be here,
And there are miles to go before I wake.
On a vaguely familiar...

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Charcoal tar and gold brown tobacco
are both packed into a paper stick pressed
firm and trusting to the lips of a modern shaman
inhaling a cloud of harsh, strong, bold, and bitter barbs
that caress the tongue and prick and stick to pink organ flesh.

Disorientating nicotine is potentate...

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Called by the Spirit, creator of all things,

Protector of Life, Healer, The Peoples Guide.

Freeing the Soul with drumbeats, the Shaman sings,

Traveling other worlds, where secrets may hide.

Restoring Life to Balance, with Peace it brings,

between Flesh and Spirit, when Joy will abide.

A lonely path the Shaman...

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Was tree cutting on the island
North of the last logging camp
I was a young faller for the company
That didn’t have a heart

Thought I knew what I was doing
Thought I was doing no wrong
But then the Northern Lights appeared
And sang me magic songs

“Save me from the...

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Bone Lady. 

Pippa Gray

If you have come for romance, please leave.
Follow the fireflies and they will lead you 
back through the woods, to your manmade path.
There is no sweetness or solace here. 
I am a thunderstorm, a fierce force of nature.
My heart is a patchwork...

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A shaman priestess
Is deep in thought 
Engaged in Meditation 
on the fate 
Of the earth 

She is deep in the cosmic woods
In the world between worlds
Where she is communing
With the spirits of the universe
Who listen to her tale of woe

She tells them 
Of the rise...

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