Druids Poems - Poems about Druids

Celtic triple knot, Mystical life interweave. ...

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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...

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Tree intertwining, complete cosmos, root, and branch, ...

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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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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...

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Stonehenge by Michael R. Burch Here where the wind imbues life within stone, I once stood and watched as the tempest made monuments groan as if blood boiled within them. Here where the Druids stood charting the stars I can tell they longed for the heavens ... perhaps because ...

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As they loomed through the sacred grove, With staffs of Oak and Mistletoe, Casting Oghams to the wind, These men are wise with strength within. They know the secrets of the trees, And all the critters that live with these, Once the kings would sort their counsel, But they are the Wren, out from the wing. First Irish chief had three eagle feathers,...

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Before we say goodnight There is something you should know About the oven door. It is streaked. There was a man named Fidelity Armstrong. He laughed at anything. He hung about waiting for pool. Then there were the Druids of No Resistance: I called them, and they spoke In low, meaningful tones. The advantage of sleep deprivation-- It cleanses the soul. Might we all be polished Until we return To...

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the underground tunnels that capture small intervals of light the shadowy passages that wind over lost crumbs of significance you chose this dark direction under wraps with each hidden layer of apocalyptic wonder do you really know what lies ahead in every labyrinth that the psyche endures druids walk up and down the walls of...

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Druids Magical minds Tormentor of Camelot Pure heart, noble blood Priests...

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