I navigate the lines,
stand silently on the cross of Leys;
the slow flow of blood pulsing
deep beneath my feet.
Power surging through me;
From North to South. The East, the West.
From deep below and from
the highest point above.
Cold steel in my hand;
hot metal through my heart.
All time lost.
I am the past, the now;
those that have been,
those yet to come.
I am the killer
and the killed.
I stand silently on the cross of Leys;
the wind blows around me,
and yet, through me
after whistling by the ancient trees;
passing bodies on the fields;
carrying upon its wings
the murmurs of departed souls.
Laying lines;
forever etched on mortal land;
between castles of the kings
and deep, dark caves
of those accused of casting spells.
Categories:
ley, mystery, mythology,
Form: Free verse
Ley lines of electric magnetic energy of portals
Lead to time, magic, other places, and dimensions.
They're a gift when found.
It makes for a great conversation
Where imagination
Abounds.
Ley lines of electric magnetic energy of portals
Lead to time, magic, other places, and dimensions.
When asked if they were real I got an affirmation
That did astound.
This makes for a great conversation
Filled with animation and clarification
That makes this journey so profound.
Ley lines of electric magnetic energy of portals
Lead to time, magic, other places, and dimensions
Which gives us a dedication
To find what keeps us spell bound.
It makes for a great conversation
Of mystification
On life's merry go round.
Ley lines of electric magnetic energy of portals
Lead to time, magic, other places, and dimensions.
It makes for a great conversation.
Categories:
ley, adventure, appreciation, education, imagination,
Form: Villanelle
In the leys,
The magic lies;
Secrets ancient,
Reveal the prize.
When Earth was born,
Her siblings were too;
And on that morn,
First breath they drew.
A dance lifelong,
Is celestial reel;
The human flaw,
Their fates will seal.
Time travelers pass,
Through black hole fields;
Gathering en masse,
For family meals.
While predators hunt,
With fervent zeal,
Far away, the hunted,
will steal.
Too many times,
The mark is missed;
The arrow flies,
Death does not kiss.
Abundant courage,
It will cease;
When man sees fit,
The leys to read.
Each soul it searches,
For ultimate truth;
Within ley language,
Lay the roots.
Power and wisdom,
Lie in wait;
For all souls who,
Destruction hate.
The ancients learned,
So long ago;
To follow the leys;
Go with the flow.
In the Orient,
A name they gave;
Surely you’ve heard it;
It’s called, “Feng Shui”.
Categories:
ley, appreciation, earth, environment, how
Form: Blank verse
Baan jaoe gunghat dhak ley saaya mera Meri jaan sarma ley Meri jaan
Naa egg na roti parothe grarma ley Meri jaan sarma ley Meri jaan
Cuum ley dhak kar saaya mera mita dey bhook sarma ley Meri jaan
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
Categories:
ley, husband, romance, romantic,
Form: Romanticism
Ley lines, greenery seasonal harvest stretching for miles
Such patience undertaken, combined with mans intelligence
Fatigue is soon expressed, witnessed by erratic crop lines
.
Categories:
ley, culture, earth, farm, green,
Form: Sijo