. isn't easy.
Two of mine mated.
The one with turquoise, metal, and varrious stones
and colors, and metal;
one with every letter
in the alphabet.
Free verse is fun,
when you know what you want to saw,
and you experience something fun,
meaningful, or humorous
that you want to share.
My husband will be home in ten
minutes with white wine.
He is tired of all my poems.
I will keep this one short.
Poverty doesn't suck.
A serious life does.
Don't stay indoors this spring.
Pull the petals off a branch
and run home with a fistful
of life.
©
Mark's response:
"I've seen drooling women
before. Ben! You want pulled pork
for dinner?"
"Mark!" You don't know
anything."
How do you know
she's a druid?
She is out for a run
with a fistful
of leaves and branches.
Dead giveaway.
A telephone rings
At Druid Heights.
Nobody is home.
“If you already get this message,
‘Ego in a bag of skin,’
Hang up the phone.
For all others ‘tis the wrong number.”
The person at the other end of the line
Talking to their boss:
“Bag, ego, skin
Are ONE
or many…
whatever!”
In the fruutful forest filled with trees,
Where Ogham inspire thoughtful action,
And Runes symbolize possibilities,
You draw your creative, illustrated card.
What is on that card?
May the colors of the leaves brighten your path.
The yellow Sun nourishes your mind,
And the Moon awakens your insight.
Two Swords denote a choice,
But the wise Fool takes the Druidic journey.
Numbers convey results,
And the Cup runneth over.
Let the Totem Wolf guide your way in dreams.
May the cat provide grace.
The colors of the sky--celestial blue, royal purple, and pumpkin orange,
With fluffy, cottony white clouds,
Each moving above this sacred site,
A spiritual home embodied in the mind, in dreams, and in the tactile world.
Feel the Spiraling designs of the ancient Stones.
As your ancestors guide you,
And nature entices you,
Bringing you home from your journey,
With nature's solemn, green embrace.
So be it.
Breathes in the forest, sweet and deep,
Walking upon the soil, climbing steep
Grounding itself where the trees roam
Amongst the roots that grow in the Grove.
Groves light candles under starry night skies,
He's burning luscious lanterns
Feeling the yellow warmth of firelight
A pumpkin that magically delights
In sending faery blessings.
Leprechauns dance in his joyful mind.
Angelic wings delight in faery flight,
Whilst Scottish fae commence to dance.
This Halloween Pumpkin named Druid guides
Onlookers on the magical path,
Urging them to dream Silver Pixie dreams
That soak in golden gleam.
Forevermore in greenery and dew,
May you be blessed with soft starlight,
With happy and lighthearted folk so bright
In moonlight shining positively tonight!
May your art be inspired by Halloween!
May your Ogham convey dreams acquired
From ancestral memories
As Samhain opens the veil, reveries!
With candles burning and flames whirling,
My beloved Pumpkin is yearning, returning the love!
This mystic Druid
Soul searcher with windswept eyes
Beckons. Come away
He's a visual fusion of forest and inner flame,
A radiant pulse of abundance.
Clad in crafted clothing of galore,
Stitched in autumn tones from folklore.
He wears leaves of distinction, orange embers,
Yellow, citrine, and emerald green.
He nurtures the woodlands in newborn sunrays
That fall through the morning haze,
Striking the heart where his roots belong,
Enhancing the mind with crystal-clear gleam.
Twinkling truths highlight his daydreams.
The Green Man dances readily,
Saged in spirals for centuries,
Giving journeymen paths to fae lights,
Readily twisting around flowers, foliage, and sprite's limbs,
Stretched in sacred homage.
Breath in breeze
Body entwined with trees
By myth decreed
By birthright and galore
Wanderer between roots and stars forevermore.
The Elemental Cosmic Druid,
Stirred by booming winds,
The Druid descends from stars.
From Nature, he flows,
Skyward and free,
Soaring blissfully,
In elemental harmony
A slow and joyous path beneath the skies,
Earth holds me close in rooted ground each day,
While wind blows cloudy liquid dreams that rise,
Islands are adrift in clean clouds that stray.
You, wise young Druid, cloaked in ageless green,
Stand firm upon the soil where Nature dwells.
Limpid and true, your waters flow serene.
A gift you give when I am overwhelmed.
Golden youth wrapped in stars from Scottish hills,
Near me, you linger, yet gaze far and wide.
In my mind, etched, where inner vision thrills.
You blaze within, my rising star and guide.
Once fading, I was healed by sacred grace.
My vivid heart revived in your embrace.
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 at the head of elephant canyon
in canyonlands national park,
San Juan County, Utah
The hike there is eleven miles out and back
I get out my running shoes and my walker
hoping my granddaughter can push two hundred pounds in the arizona sand
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 from the Craic to the Brazen Head
Giving him severe messages that he is to return home.
Patrick hears the voices, his grandfather was fey, was he not?
He was going to have a couple of drinks and then head to O’Donoghues.
He reaches into his pocket and discovers the Druid sign.
Tree and full moon, unity between the Gaelic and nature.
He turns instead toward home, having no idea that he has been manipulated.
His grandfather and her great grandmother follow him along the path.
Awen's new ideas for next folk song, shows him lyrics that are available.
Wife is thrilled to see husband return so early. Knowing not her role in this.
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 with authority implement petitions
Praised psychic saints deploy predestination
Sigil symbols fester desire for securing forest density
Hydrophants, flaminica consult power of Siri
Circle hospitable to village folk, sitting without seam
Cherishing nature draws them in daos creed
Respectful ring around mother, wizened mighty Oak
Nature maintained deity, optimal aim evoked
17th December
- Celtic champions -
Druid
Prophetic Intelligent
Teaching Philosophizing Envisioning
Priest Cleric Amateur Dabbler
Escaping Studying Performing
Average Ordinary
Layman
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 eyes
Seeing only the light
In the darkest of skies
The sacred Awen,
Three rays of vibrant gold light,
Mind, body and soul.
10~Feb~2017
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