Long Goddesses Poems
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tactic twain trudging
eerie earth moaning
gaunt goddesses grooving
per punctured feelings
on hoisted hankerings
seeped'n salient scrunchies
then mystic metamorphosis
by bully bewitched
callous crest castrating
foil fates fostering:
fighting fortune furiously
nocturnal nature spilled
callous chaos's combustion
war met leisure.
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~Note~ Inspired by Rosalind, Celia and Touchstone's arguments about Fortune and Nature as goddesses. I thereby present a fight between them. They'll keep contending though. No one to lose to the other.
From William Shakespeare's "As You like It".
I am the Alpha/Omega - the first of its kind
The Gods and Goddesses have made up their mind
They give me this role and the sacred knowledge of the Craft
I will always say it how it is - I will never wear a mask
I won't waste my precious energy trying to be someone else
And I refuse to use magick to hurt someone else's health
I will not be the first one who throws a punch
But once one does - your world in the palm of my hand CRUNCH!
'Cause I can be a terrifying nightmare or a seductive wet dream
With me - everything is as it seems
I don't need a hidden agenda - or the desire to bully others
I'm kind to you, if you're kind to me - be kind to one another
I truly do not need to socialize
I've got more important agendas to rectify
I've always wanted to know why humanity is afraid to be alone
I'm the best version of myself when I'm alone in my zone
As a child my mother always asked why I didn't desire friends
'Cause each "friend" winds up with an agenda at the end
Everyone is after something - believe me or simply disagree
In my nearly four decades of living - it continues to happen to me
Fvck around - and the Gods and Goddesses will surely let you see
I don't owe anything to you - so I truly don't care if you believe
In a dark sky, an eclectic mix stirs
atmospheric storms and persistent winds.
Corrupting clouds with mottled mist deters
the full force where earth-bound lightening ends.
The raging quarrel within the sky trends
toward an unsettling sunrise that blurs.
Its vibrant color provokes and pretends
in a dark sky, an eclectic mix stirs.
Heaven meets hell in a banter of slurs.
Thunder bolts thrown, as harps make amends.
A cacophony of sound that transfers
atmospheric storms and persistent winds.
Loud blasting burst of screeching crackles tends
to mark the blaring argument that stirs
with sullen seditiousness, and portends
corrupting clouds with mottled mist deters.
Solemn skies with gray, granite clouds ensures
that torrential rains with whirling winds blends
and blurs the power that surely refers
the full force where earth-bound lightening ends.
Then Susanoo changes his mood and mends
the skies together again but confers
with gods and goddesses alike then sends
winds and thunderbolts as his messengers
in a dark sky.
My wide wild imagination often carries me there,
To that fantastic ethereal world of elegance;
Where those immaculate white beings, like goddesses care,
With meekness, patience, gladness, and heroic vigilance...!
Though I don't know the truth, faith, like the yeast in me ferments,
Thinking of glorious, gorgeous beings joyous I feel,
Might and immortality merges with frankincense scents,
My soul wrapped by spirits, I sing glory with zest and zeal...!
With Dominions, Cherubims, thrones, and Principalities,
Firmaments shine like lights of million suns and moons and stars;
Grace and grandeur, reign with love and less of legalities,
Breaking boundaries, my physique and psyche cross the bars...!
All existential crises of this mundane world will cease,
Rid of all pains and aches, I'll enjoy the heavenly peace...!!!
We do things in the evening when the moon is scanty
We would never have the courage to do in daylight
This is the quintessential falling in love time
When the moon gives us a glimmer of a glimpse of another human.
They look magical, and we feel invincible
Evening’s natural ambiance encourages us to be the best of ourselves
Giving us a clear path to Mercury and Jupiter,
showing us how to reach up and grab our soul from inside a star.
We become invincible, mystical, and we do not hesitate
Leaving our day self behind,
Bringing our endgame to fruition
Encouraged by the constellations
The Greek goddesses and gods smiling
When Mother Earth, Anu was young
the gods gifted her sisters;
Fair Brigid with the fiery hair,
blonde Boann of the waters.
Their bodies lay upon the globe
intertwined in rainbows
Brown skinned mountains, fiery skies,
and blonde washed dawns to rouse.
Adore the feminine in all her forms,
or mountains rise and snowslides are born.
Adore the feminine in all her forms.
Most favored by the Northern gods
was Brigid's aurora
How the endless night was blessed
so they all adored her.
The jealous day of blonde Boann
shook, from pale limb to limb,
and water rose to wake Anu
who writhed in earthen skin.
Adore the feminine in all her forms,
or mountains rise and snowslides are born.
Adore the feminine in all her forms.
The Northern lands of ice and snow
so brightened by Brigid
saw brittle glaciers break and fall
avalanches begin.
So to this day all North men pray
to the goddesses three
Earthen Anu, fiery Brigid
and Boann's watery lea.
Adore the feminine in all her forms,
or mountains rise and snowslides are born.
Adore the feminine in all her forms.
I worship at your altar.
I worship at your altar my love,
For you are truly wonderful.
Phenomenal does not even catch your vapour,
Too quick to fall in love with you is the true believer.
But Goddesses are there to be worshipped
And I kneel before you my Queen.
For I am forever enslaved by a dream of your kiss
And shall bear your symbol, through thick and through thin.
Through anything I would carry you,
If my aid you should ever need.
Just think of me and never be alone or blue;
For I shall always be your faithful steed.
The one you can depend upon, to be there automatically.
I would sense that you were not ok
And I would try to make you happy.
I would never let you feel alone, for I am always with you.
If you ever need anything at all, then I shall fetch it for you.
I humbly beg for your touch at night,
In my bed beside me sleeps an angel.
I would simply roll over and hold you tight
And never let you come near any danger.
I shall protect you until the end,
Be you wife or nothing or my best friend.
Whichever you wish, anything you can have,
I shall always be here for you, I wish you to never feel sad.
Unless we are watching a romantic movie together,
I love them like I could love you, let us be together forever.
One long ride through life, with you at my side;
Our family forever even after I die.
I shall always protect you in any way I can
And I would lay down my life to protect your children.
I believe with you I could become a great Dad,
But I don’t even know how you feel about me, my chosen.
My light in the dark, the devourer of my heart (it is yours),
Forever; all I ask for is your love…evermore.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Granite, shale, beryl, or sodalite?
Reddish brown or black with white streaks?
One swell swoop or gradually gaining bulk?
Moonstone maybe, from the rainbow goddesses.
Topaz, opal, and malachite would have been racing to the gate.
Showing their colors in a brilliance not of diamond mode,
but ever lovely and ready to take the helm.
Angels on high laughing at the contest of decision. Casting their votes.
Sapphire, sandstone, and limestone showing their best sides.
Assuring all they would be as forgiving and helpful as possible if selected.
The first stone, large as a mammoth or tiny as a grain pebble?
Could it reform, shapeshift, or rejuvenate? Regenerate?
Wanting to get up in time to applaud a new sun rising
Over the serenity of an idle sleepy lake
As its blanket of fog rolls off into the horizon
While breathing perfumes of somnolent pines and grasses
Peppered with sharp contrast of the aromatic whiffs
Of hot perked coffee from my tall mug
Time stands still like nowhere else on earth
This cottage living in harmony with nature
Everything comes to life but ever so slowly
By far, a most divine and supernatural hour
Easing into a day of frolic and adventure
With the taste of freedom on our lips
Some will splish slash all day long
Or explore, canoe or go fishing
Others sunbathe like immortal goddesses
Or read a romance in the shade
Friends drop by for a glass or barbecue
Lounging well into the night
Counting the stars and spotting traveling comets
Sighs in tune with the moon drown out the chants of crickets
This is by far the best way to take in the summer
And make heartwarming memories to last a lifetime
AP: 1st place 2020
Who were you today,
at your best moments?
Grouchy hermit
already missing quality dream times
and rhythms
when chimes greet pre-light's crust frosty dawn,
to get Yang, then Yin, up and out of our sangha,
ready to enter their own daytime sanghas,
tired drama of such anciently perennial retired,
repeat,
reiterate,
Monday through Friday.
Notice
red coal scale patterns
in blackened ash logs,
burning to fluffy carbon chalk,
nutrient potential for some soils,
although not mine,
perhaps my neighbor's?
Joy
for a bright, although admittedly too intermittent, sun,
sliding in and out of hiding.
A smile,
where one would otherwise have been sadly absent.
Cold
feeling Arctic on my ears and neck
and nose
and onward through
toward my aching bone marrow,
near my well-heated
and brightly lit
domestic non-destination.
Ellen Fisher on NPR saying
"No one gets out of love alive."
with so much enthusiasm and passion
for regenerative feelings and empathic maturing capacity
to manage anger's ego-offense
with a strong remembering love's co-opportunity defense
against high risk anthro-entitled,
narcissistic ego-bratty behavior.
Gratitude
for Yin political and economic cooperative investments
seeking Earth harmonic balance.
Terror
of untimely taxing rest as grace,
of older-wiser intent
without time to hear Earth's glamorous response,
to new found mutually speaking freely parts
and songs of dancing glances
Eagerly lifting
blue tarp skirt
of my elegantly stacked woodpile,
seducing me with more hard fuel
for erotic clandestine fires.
Feeling PoisonYang feeding on my trinitarian blind
and bald spot,
sucking in any embodied nutrients she might hope to find
within such great grand fatherly care,
laughing together
at just how silly we appear
even to our wu-wei selves,
together better
than apart
Still mind embodied fullness
content contention in this narrow midway
modestly chasing Gods of True Love reborn
Resisting insisting
long-married Gods and Goddesses of Angry Past Deductions
fueling Fear of Future's Inductive Reduction
dualdark disfunction
Confluent inhumane demise
sinking unease
singing ease
to full mooned
yin-hibernating
yang-hypernation
waning waxing sways.