Druid Poems - Poems about Druid

Our friend Balgar having passed leaving Willow to take his place rests in peace. Willow struggled to find her way until she went to the summer Solstice there she met many other druids from whom she learnt so much, bursting to try them out she went a little away until everything was quiet and still. She...

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Balgar was starting to feel his age now and tired of travel sorted out a hidden cave in which to rest and make some potions. Once he had enough he went to the village two days away where he bartered and traded with locals then headed to the pub to slack his thirst. When he left...

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Some years had passed while Balgar learn the druid ways now full of knowledge and ready to help those in need He set off on his travels following his instincts as he went first he came across a woman in despair she had a broken arm which he fixed and poured a healing balm to make it mend...

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The Druid lived far from people in a simple cave once or twice a year he came down to sell his potions trinkets and bits and bops said to cure all ills. He would sit with others friends and rascals yet drink one and all under the table and with majestic gait walk away a brave...

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let’s hike up to the druid arch! i am less than enthusiastic let’s drive to it I suggest grandma! you can’t drive there!\ we do a little encyclopedia research druid arch is one hundred and fifty foot tall impressive in the middle of nowhere it is a cedar mesa sandstone reminder of the Permian period san dune deposited 245 million years ago it is located...

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Patrick Brennan enters the Craic Pub His wife is at home, twisting her Celtic knot necklace Enticing him to come home early, before he is too far into the cups Gaelic love sent to him courtesy of her Great Grandmother Magda Magda was a female druid, and her essence lingers. She is one of her namesake’s spiritual guides. She follows him...

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Broad reach branches, dark scarred where limbs emit Bounce shade places, host seat of friendship Parasitic Mistletoe grows yellow finger medicinal cure Administered in tinctures mixed by druid pure Ailing then prevaing, seas writhe with full school fish Activated magic captured unwraps each wish Ordained as safe keepers for an original environment Aeromancy conjurs storms, thus alter climate Warriors tosseling...

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Druid Prophetic Intelligent ...

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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 soul is immortal This universe I've seen Mysteries are unraveled In the initiate’s...

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The sacred Awen, Three rays of vibrant gold light, Mind, body and soul. 10~Feb~2017...

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Now that Crimson Fire was gone Fire Eagle needed to gain experience. For over ten years he travelled the lands helping people, learning from many other druids. One day he knew he would be called up on to take the role of high priest as yet he felt unready. Faithfully he followed the druid ways of peace and nature. Living his life...

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Sam woke up all excited, his first circle would take place tonight, He saw Crimson Fire sat deep into mediation, still as a rock and noticed the white robes, belts and staffs laid out ready. He knew from their talks that he needed to do a purifying ritual he would need to grind up the right herbs gathered at...

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Far away deep in the forest there lived a druid It was a long journey of three to four days of hard going with no real path to speak of. Just little trails wandering through the trees and up hills, then plunging down into hidden valleys. Crimson Fire lived up a mountain on a plateau in an earth house loving built...

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Lights come up slowly to reveal a bare stage, undressed except for a backdrop on which is painted the impression of an orchard; the painting is so light that it suggests a water-colour. Two men enter, a young man dressed in a plain white robe, the BARD, and a considerably older man dressed in a robe of six...

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From a Druid prince where his bloodline lay, he was destined to rule the world some day. From a distant hill you could hear him bay, the howl of a lonely man. Come and see the rivers turn to gold, come and breach the gap twinxt the hundredfold who wait to do what they are told, across the eons span When he takes control of the phalanx bold He will...

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