Best Stonehenge Poems
See shadows gently turning
Through countless nights and ceaseless days
Till once again returning
A blue and grey concentric maze
Enduring through the ages
Through countless nights and ceaseless days
Those now forgotten sages
Envisioned stones that still live on
Enduring through the ages
Though nations came, and now are gone
The men who stopped and pondered
Envisioned stones that still live on
Now only time has honoured
The days and seasons marked in time
The men who stopped and pondered
The moon and sun these sarcens climb
See shadows gently turning
The days and seasons marked in time
Till once again returning
Dawn at Stonehenge, where white robed figures take center stage,
this ancient ceremony has been performed there since the Ice Age.
Summer Solstice or Alban Hefin means ‘the light of the shore’
Druids celebrate this rite of ‘the cycle of life’ since days of yore.
Our sun’s strength is declining as we approach the waning year.
the solar god is crowned, ‘arise o sun’ is the chant onlookers hear.
Summer solstice is a time to celebrate renewal, fertility and life,
and many give thanks for the souls of the departed in the afterlife
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06~04~16
Ancient monument on the English Salisbury plain
Called Stonehenge by name.
Large tall megalithic blocks
On a plain that has no rocks.
Myths and legends surround the stones
Dozen of theories, yet still unknown.
An observatory, calendar or clock
No one knows the mystery of these big rocks
Tracking the stars or eclipses in the sky
Modern man still wonders why.
Built in many stages tell it was done
Proof of builders remains none.
Similar patterns, mechanism the same
Many stone monuments have a name.
Theories over time have come and gone
New ones show how it was done.
A man made structure that has me amazed
Now future generations can gaze.
One fact remains and the the question is why
Build these structures, but where does the truth lie.
Red lunar eclipse
in the circle of Stonehenge
a mist of voices.
At Stonehenge, poised for morn in deepest darkness,
We beckon Lady Ceridwen, our Goddess Crone,
And mark Samhain’s quiet, constant stillness,
To death in Yule we walk with magic to the stone.
Dark mother, wise one, heal us in the underworld,
Where the winter souls find rebirth in breaking sun.
It returns the fecund resplendence that it unfurled,
And warms the blood and bone with hope and passion.
We feast, celebrating, slaughtering a spring-born animal,
And dwell where ancestral souls wait solar rebirth,
We call upon sun god Esus to offer light’s arrival,
Brightening, emblazoning the cold and frosted earth.
Ceased in longest night, we linger here in winter death,
That we trust again the power of light, our shibboleth.
Stoned in Stonehenge
Fluid
Druid
8/19/2014
for Andrea Dietrich
Let’s Keep Footling Around contest
didactic diatelle
Stones
piled high
twelve laid by
on Jordan’s shore.
When wand’ring youth ask why –
“What are these heavy boulders for?”
Trustworthy parents, help them to explore
the river bank and crossing where My might was shown.
Let them know why the priests marched in before
the water wall started to soar.
Tell them with just one try
the bare sea floor
was found dry.
Teaching
stones.
Reason A. Poteet, written 21 Mar 2012
My thoughts upon viewing Stonehenge. I remembered the passage from Joshua 4 and Joshua's command for the parents to tell their children of the meaning of the stones that were piled on the shores of the River Jordan. If someone had written down what Stonehenge represented, we would have no questions about it.
In Wiltshire the stone circle lays
It looks to the endless visage of the skies
Above it peregrine falcon flies
At night owl gives its bone chilling cries
N o one knows what truly is the purpose of those stones?
One day they found there skeleton full of bones
For their time achievements such as this were milestones
But its purpose is one of enduring unknowns
Similar but even older stone circle in Armenia is found
And it is one of the oldest manmade structures around
Makes me wonder if it is the place where old king would be crowned
And what secrets lie beneath its ground
The stones are placed above water ways
The ability for at that age to put the stones in this form will amaze
Their beauty sets my soul a blaze
As a gift to humanity it is hard to apprise
The mirror like mind essence reflects the visage of the soul
The abyss in which serpent flies appears if unknown variables are solved one and all
The reflection from a point of view of beyond abstract allows the serpent to reach its goal
To be one with sublime divine force that uses Stonehenge as transmitter and old coin as a control
I've never seen them before,
but know they're in Elbert County, Georgia
put there by a mysterious man
by the name of R.C. Christian,
who put them on display
in dixieland, 1980 circa,
They have 10 new age rules,
which are occultic in my view,
stating that he is a tree hugger,
and wants billions of people to perish,
thinking in his view,
were nothing more than cannon fodder,
he thinks the planet is too overpopulated,
and that nature must be "balanced,"
his religion being pantheism or polytheism,
of which one I'm not quite sure which,
All's I know is that this mystery man
worships the sun, moon and the stars,
mother nature in general,
rather than our Heavenly Father
which is new age bizarre,
and that when Charlie Daniels
wrote his hit country pop song,
he must have known about all this,
when he came out with his
"the devil came down to Georgia" hit.
Addendum: They are actually called the "Georgia Guidestones" with 10
New Age commandments written on them.
Stonehenge creation
Its generation
Was it because need to know sun has risen
Or to know what is beyond spiritual horizon
What makes Stonehenge sublime?
It is that it lasted such a long time
And reason why it was build in its prime
Forever will echo in time
But there is something in cosmic space
That is what Stonehenge is in its place
The outer most part is theory of most elemental
The most fundamental
If finding it is in the quest
The destination of that quest
Will look like a nest
Nest of light where rods of energy move fast
The rods weave the very fabric of time
They control time
It is the most basic theory of everything
And knowing it well might make one a king
On that great ships traveling stars
And ships larger than the very stars
Are build
By ones in that theory skilled
The reflection of the more internal circle of stone
One on which bigger mysteries and splendors are building upon
Written not in stone but in abyss majesty
It is nest of light that goes beyond spirit and destiny
It grows in power far beyond that
But those are just first two of what is up ahead
The way to most internal piece is quest of quests
For there is the nest of nests
What makes it sublime?
This Stonehenge of stars will echo in time
The internal piece builds theory of everything
The one fit for kings’ king
It is essence of it all
The deepest reaches of Omni verses soul
It is site of sight
Of the supreme light
THE HAUNTING MYSTERY OF STONEHENGE
It’s a prehistoric landmark,
built five thousand years ago,
who actually constructed it,
we still don’t really know.
Standing near Salisbury, England
on the dusty northern plain,
the reason for its existence,
no-body can explain.
The bigger stones called “sarsens”
are thirty two feet tall,
each weigh twenty two cubic tons
stand on end to form each wall.
The stone came from 20 miles away
and it seems quite bizarre,
these people of antiquity
could move such stone so far.
Forty tons of bluestone rest,
surviving climate wear and tear
but the biggest question still remains,
how did it get up there?
Is Stonehenge a haunting monument
what a sculptor dreams about,
or is it an ancient puzzle
we’ve yet to figure out?
Mystery Poetry Contest –July 2/2016
Stonehenge
in the long shadows
--sundown
Four thousand years ago the Celt
Raised a ring of rocks around
Patterns on the English ground.
And there the Druid maidens felt
Bronze-age daggers at the heart,
Hacking, hewing them apart.
Then the pagan priests began
Chanting prayers and splashing red
Till the glutton gods were fed.
And thus the rituals of mere man
Echo clear the ancient call,
Haunting Mankind since the Fall.
Stonehenge sang to me.
Singing stone-age ancestors.
They chant in the stars.
Clutching at her notepad like stones of precious sapphires
She shuts her eyes in hopes of extinguishing raging fires
In her somnolence, thoughts through her mind float like fireflies
Whilst her pen gleans her teeming brain all else dies
Drowning in a nightmare a sleeping beauty with no hope to wake
He found her consumed in an old love’s Stonehenge of heartbreak
His aura ignited life’s fire within her exploding like dynamite
His love injected fortitude in her like the yellow sun, never kryptonite
She awakened from sleep in a Shakespeare midsummer’s night dream
Found herself on a cliff’s edge of metamorphosed stone regimes
Stone regimes’ holding like rich garners sapphire grains of hope and peace
With a watchful eye each stone transformed into a sapphire piece
She traded her Stonehenge of heartbreak for these sapphire glows
Thus hope and peace will forever abide in her like blood in a vein flows