her attitude is as Stoney as the Henge ~ she’s hellbent on revenge
like an old cow chewing cud and grazing ~ her utters are a hazing
Categories:
henge, humor,
Form: Monoku
Far off the village clock was striking twelve,
he stepped into the circle's inner ring -
he'd come that night to find a hidden world
(no fear - he was prepared for anything!)
The ground was spinning, down and down he fell,
and thought he must be dreaming home in bed;
but as the hole above him closed, he saw
the lurking ghouls - and wished that he were dead...
written 25th October for Tania's spooky contest
Categories:
henge, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
What if we lost, the Great Pyramid of Giza?
What if it collapsed, the Roman Coliseum?
What if the Great Wall of China, was suddenly gone?
The Hagia Sophia...was nothing but a song.
What if Stone Henge, had never been found?
The Machu Picchu...laid deep underground.
What if the Taj Mahal, had only been a dream?
The Great Empire State Building...fell apart at the seams.
What if the Golden Gate Bridge, was not there to cross?
The Victoria Falls...dried up with no cause.
What if no eyes, were ever laid on the Great Barrier Reef?
The CN Tower...fell flat at our feet.
Try to imagine the Chichen Itza, with no morning sun.
That the old city of Jerusalem...had never been done.
What if the Aurora Borealis, had never been there?
The Grand Canyon walls...were all flat and bare.
For all of these wonders, how sad would it be.
If none of them were here, for the whole world to see.
With a heartfelt sigh and one teary sniff.
I sit and I wonder...what if.
Categories:
henge, absence, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
First Friends
I return to an old place and old friends,
Its grey stones stand ominous henge,
Stood in a chapel that rose above the water,
Filled with well meaning, smiling sons and daughters,
Slowing realising that few know me yet seem to care,
I marvel at community, sense of being I find there,
Whilst within my anonymity, clarity of insight,
During testimony of another’s plight, non-blighted,
Feeling of explanation of grace, far sighted,
A cross not carried, a cross not sought,
But a cross bridging grief, agonisingly wrought,
And I thought, choose me,
Take my nihilistic nonsense of self worth,
Throw it upon the carbonised barbecue of a city,
Take away the chains of self pity,
And through my choice, let my voice ring out,
Turn now, oh Israel, for you make again,
The same chosen calamity,
But this time Israel, you are all of humanity.
@Andrew Carnegie, Bristol Pew’s, Tuesday 10th January 2017
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Categories:
henge, absence, bible, christian, deep,
Form: Free verse
Act 2, Scene 4.
The Salisbury plain. Within a henge, a watchfire burns. The Seer approaches The Seeker.
Take heed, my friend, our part in cosmic cheat
Plays on; below the stage the truth lies quite.
Hold off the blazing sun's firstfound deceit,
Trust only in the filtered lunar light.
Maids long for wifely pleasure while wives cry
For their lost maidenhood, each of a date
They'd cast away; while Fate presides on high,
With ever laughing countenance it waits.
Mere mortal men lie dreaming all bewitched;
They ken not of the ruse nor hollow fake
Which gods employ on them, their eyes bestitched,
Awash in hope shown false if they would wake.
Unknowing we are born, Illusion's tide
A ceaseless pull, until the great divide.
Categories:
henge, humanity, life,
Form: Sonnet
It was May Day and Beltane was the time
Druid Arwn with flowing mane his Grove did call
With upraised arms he did chant in ancient rime
The Sun God ascendeth, but the Solstice marketh his fall!
The 21 of Jun, Alban Hefin will be in the heavens
And crown him we will at his highest peak.
So go forth my orders of Incantations and covens
And hollyhock, and mandrake, and oaken mistletoe seek.
Cut down these herbs as Tanith rides on high
With sickle of gold as you mount on white bulls
Destined at Solstice to bleed and to die
At the moment holy Henge with Sol's light fulls
So gather we will on the 20th of Jun
At the dale of the Henge at the rise of the Moon
To the centre of the circle we'll go up the ramp
We'll set up a pentagram and there we will camp.
As the Heel bathes in glory with the rays of the sun
We'll offer our bulls to the Lord of the Day
Send up our chants and surely have fun
And prepare for Alban Arthan - Lord of the Fey.
~25 May 2016~
Categories:
henge, celebration, summer, sun,
Form: Rhyme
She watches as they lay her body down,
figures standing Stone Henge perfect
around eternal abyss.
Shedding crocodile tears in mock sorrow,
borrowed by a lie.
It’s funny how many friends you have
when your dead.
Categories:
henge, feelings, friend, funeral, grief,
Form: Free verse
Imagine this.
I belong in a cage.
Imagine this.
I’ve escaped.
Imagine this.
You’re to blame.
Imagine this.
I know your name.
Imagine this.
I live to kill you.
Imagine this.
I crave to still you.
To leave your body on the ground,
Bloody, destroyed, disemboweled.
Imagine this.
It will be slow.
Imagine this.
Blood will flow.
Imagine this.
If you can
Imagine this.
Your head in a pan.
Your organs, bones, fluids and glands,
You’re staring at them, in your hands.
Imagine this.
When your vision fades.
Imagine this.
The snick of my blades
When away from this world you bade,
Serrated, rusty, home-made.
Imagine this.
I belong in a cage.
Where what kept us alive
Was our fueling rage,
Where you died vision went hazy.
Wouldn’t you too go crazy?
With psychopaths, schizophrans,
Where the taste of blood was like the back of your hand.
Where I happily stacked bodies in a circular henge.
Now imagine this.
I want my revenge.
Categories:
henge, crazy, dark, death, scary,
Form: Verse
Great Pyramids Of Giza
Colosseum Of Rome
The Great Wall Of China
Hagia Sophia
Stone Henge
Taj Mahal
Empire State Building
Golden Gate Bridge
Victoria Falls
CN Towers
Chiche Itza
Old City Of Jerusalem
Aurora Borealis
Grand Canyon
The Great Barrier Reef
London Sewerage System
Author;Free Software Foundation
Compiled;chipepo lwele
PS; The Reminder of The New Wonders
of The World.But, now the number
exceeds the original 7.
Categories:
henge, adventure, education,
Form: Narrative
If he knew,
How much he shuttered me from the Light;
And how little,
He blinded me from all sight.
He would,
Certainly seek some of all revenge;
If only,
He knew I oiled every squeaky henge.
He would,
Come after me non-stop;
If he,
Knew I leap, skip and hop.
If I,
Told you he did dope;
He would,
Strip me of all hope.
Certainly,
He wouldn't think twice;
At killing,
Even the fewest squeaking mice.
So,
At night I hide and wait to die;
Knowing,
If I see tomorrow;
I was,
More than he strong and did not cry.
Categories:
henge, father, me, me,
Form: Free verse
Stones are such strange things
they will not a prison make,
yet are dead,blind or cold
and build a henge of old
When kissed,gift to cajole,
left unturned,their treasures bide,
cast first,they take a lead
and never ever bleed
Categories:
henge, on writing and words
Form: Quatrain
Stones standing stones
Arranged in rows or circles
They tell a tale of ending
And eternal turning
To the burning
Gravities
They hold
And
Are
Categories:
henge, introspection, nature, people,
Form: I do not know?