Long Pagan Poems
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Observe the rise of the virulent greens' attention demanding; with outbursts obscene' the desire to relegate
All humanity' a great lust to destroy; time proven means, in
A mad push to the bottom fragmentation grows; as order
Is dis-placed chaos is at full throes.' Much sacrifice to
The pagan is now behind closed doors, yet is claimed as
A virtue on legislators floors.? There is exclusion for reason
As false piety soars. Sacriledge now is as our daily bread.'
Most teaching is inverted' any balanced; is almost dead!
War is encouraged. Its seen even as holy? In fact e u
Leaders gather; 'just to thrash (the same old pony) yet the
Winning post, has by now rotted away.' There is much overgrowth and bramble.' For now rules the (no mow May)
Light of the East, shine into me
Illuminate my mind this day.
Let my thoughts be bright and clear.
I Honor you and seek your Blessing,
Hail and Welcome!
Fire of the South, burn within me
Lend me your heat and energy
To bring my best to this new day.
I Honor you and seek your Blessing,
Hail and Welcome!
Waters of the West, wash over me
Cool my passions, purify my desires
That I may meet this new day
Clean in spirit and intent.
I Honor you and seek your Blessing,
Hail and Welcome!
Earth of the North, rest firm beneath me
Grant me the strengths I may need this day
Let me be balanced and sure of stride.
I Honor you and seek your Blessing,
Hail and Welcome!
Spirit binding all together
Protect me from ill fate or weather.
As it is Above, so may it be Below
As off to face this day I go.
Hail and Welcome!
Oil from the mount of olives, used on charlies pate..Stories below in Windsor
Jeanette Archer tells, of child torture,
Murder, and rape.' Maria Farmer also does
Fiona Barnet, they do not budge.' Virginia
Roberts, got paid much..But still she died
Maybe over such? Maggie Oliver, Jon Wedger knows Kevin Annett we hear and on it goes, anthony kidman and daughter
nichole along with epstein and maxwell all
Had their roles..The F B I swore they knew
Nothing.? And with marmalade
sandwiches i think -old lizzie did quite some
bluffing?'
Now back to Isreal and olive oil..Which old
lizzie also wore.' With treasure and spoils.'
And the stone of David.? That they sit upon
Link so much to Isreal.? Its a think a thon.!!
Trump with his kipper and biden and
the rest and death rape and torture.? Hmmm.?
What do you address.? (The era of con-vid?) And your violation.? We were a pagan
Sacrifice in all the nations ( were you told never to speak i'll ?) Of its reign.? Safe and effective you could only gain.' And the groves you will worship, under all things masked.' As you revel in serfdom..And await satans mark.?
(((Before beginning: Dim the lights. Light one candle. Place a bowl of water to your left. Place a stone to your right. Stand barefoot. Feel the floor. Feel the moment.)))
Night gathers.
I step into it.
Bare feet.
Bare truth.
Bare intent.
(Pause. Let the silence thicken.)
I call the old self
to the fire.
I thank him.
I release him.
I let him fall
like dry leaves
to the earth.
(Lift the stone. Hold it like the weight of your past.)
I raise my hands.
I summon change.
Not softly.
Not politely.
But with the force
of a man
claiming his own myth.
I move.
Body waking
like a creature
long asleep.
I run.
I lift.
I sweat.
Each drop
a sacrifice.
Each breath
a spell.
(Touch the water. Let it run across your fingers.)
Unhealthy habits
crumble
like rotten idols.
I break them
with my stride.
With my hunger
for better.
With my refusal
to stay small.
I write
as if the words
are charms.
Ink binding me
to the man
I’m becoming.
I paint
with colours
stolen from dawn.
Shapes rising
like spirits
from the canvas.
I play
to honour joy.
Joy is sacred.
Joy is ritual.
Joy is the god
I forgot
to worship.
I love
with open hands.
Open chest.
Open heart.
Love is the altar
I kneel at
without shame.
(Raise the candle slightly — not high, just enough to glow across your face.)
The moon watches.
The earth listens.
The air shifts.
Something answers.
I feel it.
A pulse.
A spark.
A whisper
from the old gods
saying:
“Begin.”
So I do.
I rise.
I rise again.
I rise until rising
becomes my nature.
Tonight
I carve my future
into the dark.
Tomorrow
I walk into it
with fire
in my breath.
This is ritual.
This is vow.
This is the man
reborn
by his own hands.
(Blow out the candle. End in silence.)
The new education system
In truth it’s meant to twist ‘em
Into something that
A child ain’t meant to be
It steals their precious playtime
Corrupts their daily timeline
It heralds a New World Order
Insidiously
It takes more, than just one man
In their evil global plan
To change the hearts
And minds of every nation
Go steal their freedom surely
Go get them nice and early
Warm their hearts with
Your home-grown indoctrination
Must we first lose our Jesus Christ
For to herald their new Zeitgeist
By the tearing down
Of each religious border
When the zeitgeist that is prevalent
Is intent on being malevolent
Then firstly friend
Comes chaos out of order
The church it changes readily
A Dove becomes a Vulture
A wolf within sheeps clothing
Finds an ease, in changing culture
Evolved from one-time pagan ways
Our celebrated Holy Days
Iniquitous intent
About to rupture
The Babylonian Talmud
Infused the Sons of Noah
In righteousness find wickedness
From the Qur’an to the Torah
Fraternities and brotherhoods
And secretive societies
Beheadings, drownings, trial by fire
Faiths forced, within their pieties
Gods world, bent to their intention
Bush, signs in Laws of Noahide
Martial Law on the horizon
Stones of Georgia, genocide
A New World Order looms
No empathy nor pathos
One World Religion emanates
An Order out of Chaos
LOVE AND SEX LIGHT POETRY READ SANS FEAR
love is a book
sex is sport
sex is choice
Love is luck
Love is notion, theorem
love is melodrama
sex is cinema
Sex is imagination, fantasy
love is prose
sex is poetry
Love makes us
pathetic
Sex makes us
as if we were
epileptics...
Love is christian
sex is pagan.
Love is latifundia
sex is invasion...
Love is divine
sex is animal,
love is bossa nova
sex is carnival...
Love is forever
sex too,
sex is for health
Love is from wealth...
Love without sex
is just friendship
sex without love
is just will, sexualship
love is one
sex is two
sex before
love after...
Sex comes from others
and walk away
love comes from us
and remains
love is christian
sex is pagan
Love is latifundia
sex is invasion
Love is divine
sex is animal
Love is bossa nova
sex is carnival
love is it
sex is that
And stuff and thing
and such and thing
oh love
hmm sex... !
Ps interliterary translation of a poem-song AMOR E SEXO sung by Rita Lee, Brazilian singer words from
Arnaldo Jabor Brazilian filmmaker
already deceased...
by alkas poetry translation....
song in portuguese sung BY RITA LEE., guitar Roberto Carvalho her husband
https://youtu.be/px9PQPonjwg
A Christian family will wake up every morning,
Brush their teeth, get dressed and go to work,
And have a dog, a car and strive to be happy,
Regardless if they’re Greek or Aussie or Turk.
And a Muslim family will relax in their home,
Talk and laugh about what happened that day.
And they all have big ambitions to contribute,
And be social with cheese and a fine cabernet.
While a Pagan family love to go to the beach,
Go swimming, light a fire and play games.
And then, at home, developing their pictures,
And hanging them around the house in frames.
We are all the same, alike, we’re all an equal,
In the way we live, love, lust, grow, and share.
Regardless of our religious bend we all help,
We all love peace and security, we all care.
22nd Sept for Ironic Zink's what is society contest. a bit long but I enjoyed writing this.
Ranked third place
It's been a long road my friend,
Don't know where to begin,
The nautical miles we sailed,
Amazing where we've been,
You became a Pagan boy,
Leaving a rumble from your wheels,
Nobody heard you're dying words,
A numb touch without feels,
Reaching high for some help,
Second chance has begun,
A cross became imprinted,
Small battle has been won,
Journey way down south,
Your life now a holy cascade,
Looking deep inside yourself,
Past life begins to fade,
Who had you become,
On a chair an answer rung,
A voice rattled in your head,
A path of Love had been hung
Life's path begins to unfold,
More Christ-like from this day,
Deep you dive into His word,
The path you take, Yahweh.
Have you ever wondered where it all began
The rituals marked among the Celtic clans?
Look into the past and they are found
This day is when the sun would turn around
For when darkest days of winter fell upon
The Pagans found a way to carry on
And through the years traditions tumbled down
For this is when the world now turns around
There are fables told and many customs formed
Of the apples pressed and wassail spices warmed
With toasts regaled when snow skimmed off the ground
This day was when light would turn around
There are moments keen with memory as bright as fire
And woven wreaths would halt all spirits dire
While Pagan songs across the land resounded
For this was when the sun would turn around
A Yule log fire would burn for twelve dark winter days
And ashes kept to bless the next year on its way
Reverse 'o time, as ebbing days were found
This is where the sun would turn around
They would meditate and dance among the trees
And hide their faces, chant with chivalry
The radiant light would stretch the day with crowns
This is where the sun would turn around
This is where the past now comes undone
Reverse earth's darkness with the golden sun
This is where old legends come unwound
This is when the light would turn around
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For Cyndi's Contest: Seasons of Light
Let us sit at the table and enjoy a big feast
for I have baked the apple pie without yeast
I sang to the turkey and now he feels fine
so go ahead, uncork a bottle of ruddling wine
Give thanks with a grateful heart then eat
with gratitude & thankfulness, its all meat
except for the mash potatoes and the cranberry
its all pagan, this poor bird wil never drink sherry
If you see a bee in my season bonnet its because
I happen to love turkeys, with a whole lot of fuzz
I will not shine for you for sadly here he roosts
on a silver platter as we celebrate and boost
If you feel a little sluggish after the big fat meal
think of the pride that you plucked from his steel
once upon a time that old bird was a clucking
now he just sits and doesn't know a single thing
I'm not laying the guilt trip but all I say is this ,
the least you can do is give him a big kiss
So on Thanksgiving don't bow your head in vain
if you don't give thanks, then thats a crying shame !