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An ocean's depth lies between The Georgia Guidestones
and England's Salisbury Plains, where Stonehenge stands.
Though they appear on different continents, they share
mysterious secrets that have never quite been explained.
Were they erected as a cryptic message for all of mankind,
or esoteric giants raised on earth, new or eons of years ago?
Commissioned by modern man or the hierarchy of occult?
Vertical, they stand, monoliths in fields of space and time,
Silent are the henges, forged in history, draped in moss
circular in shape, one age old set encircling the other.
Praised as an archaeological wonder, aligning with the sun,
a healing place or time's gateway used by priest and Druids?
The Georgian stones appear to me as a set of double doors,
Inscribed on their surfaces are lines of grave warning and laws.
heralding "truth, beauty and love, passion faith and tradition."
One distinct language, and a guide limiting world population.
Perhaps Stonehenge is just a monument to the dead, but that's
not the simple minded perception that rolls around in my head.
I believe there's something more significant to the ancient stones
that we can only conceive if the Druids want it made known.
November 27, 2021
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Obsidian oscillated into lava
slid across syntactic streams
tumbled thick greenwood thickets
impenetrability an illusion wicked
shatter splinter sassy sinkers
Lord Ashtar himself lifted gnarled garbage
two big broken black bags to Source
split seconds of screaming searing sores
baby posture soak singular satin
Prophet Daniel’s prison-free prediction
Coloured lava languid loosen
yin-yang of yesteryear’s yarrows
as Watchfulness wed yearnings
no black bumblebees boomerang bombs
rainbow hands bell belly beckoning
Solar flares ignite twin hearts atoning
corona emissions spill splashing space
sodalite sprinkle sundrenched shores
kaleidoscope pupils please pulsing fate
Hearts purely placed on golden plate
Four eyes fathomed Guy Fawkes fickle
feuding onto a fervid foolproof floor
Stonehenge now sturdily steadily stood
sedating simple silent sleep suavely
accede alchemical ascensions
Missions matched mottoed moulded mountains
timelines merge in moss musical movement
Justice jump Jungian jurisdiction
Presence posy a present perfection
Dreams deliver dictums to Duet
Delicious domed desserts diffusing !
Spring Equinox 2019 ™®©- çø!a
Wednesday, March 20, 2019
out of hibernation,
sans mancave, I will climb
specifically at 5:59 Post Meridiem
eastern standard time,
when calendrical, celestial,
and chronological prime
airy factors mark
onset of temperate clime
mitt, also coincides with
'super worm equinox moon,'
to this Earthling, would appear
no larger than a dime
though ironically enough,
said satellite of Earth
closest to this oblate spheroid
whatever esoteric tidbit may be worth,
yet unwittingly inviting once in a
blue cheese moon opportunity
to espy with naked eye lunar dearth
of life, nor feasible conditions
warrant sear ching colonizing ahoy
by an adventurous space cowboy,
but perhaps convenient
launch pad to employ
entrepreneurial minded profiteers,
whether Jewish or goy
establishing other worldly
getaway to enjoy
reprieve, asper burgeoning
hardy madding crowd
populating nearly every square inch,
sans third rock from the sun, a proud
arrogant, defiant, haughty,
et cetera species predominantly cloud
ding, glomming, mucking, et cetera
exploiting courtesy manifest destiny
bajillion year old planet as if endowed
by divine creator to trumpet "FAKE"
supremacy, tis not white in my mind
declaring might equals right unbowed
credo selfishly amassing untold wealth
ideally at expense and health
of every others by fiat, force and stealth
consigning subjects to slavery
in an effort to rule global commonwealth,
which self centered
aggrandizement that ball
(pockmarks most visible hall
of the moon tin king)
did not return my call
and thoroughly explains
without rhyme and reason
why what appears as face on lunar surface
actually migrants of Stonehenge vestial wall.
I lament the misery of my femaleness and howl at the moon
My garden alive with bursting thoughts of mightiness and plenty
I am my mother’s savage daughter a Wiccan who will not swoon
I run with wild Appanoose horses and will show my female power soon
Savage yes!
Mother’s daughter
Follow me home
Drink from the water
I am a pirate queen, a warrior woman, a Stonehenge fate dancer
My spells and charms full of goodness and love and hope for others
I gnash my teeth, eating burdensome thoughts of my mother’s,
Enjoying the hot, leaping, happy flames of acceptance, a fire dancer.
Savage yes!
Mother’s daughter
Follow me home
Drink from the water
I spit starlight from my eyes, with emotional feelings that overcome me.
My mother’s savage daughter, taking place throughout my spinning cells.
I am the one you avoid if you fear mighty femaleness and full out glee.
I am the Celtic of the winter of the summer of the solstice hot with she.
Mother’s daughter
Follow me home
Drink from the water
All women are moon-howlers, gardeners, spell gatherers and fire dancers.
All women are mothers’ savage daughters, laughing too loud and too often.
Pirate women, warrior women, chanters, singers, drummers, private prancers.
All women are me; I am all women, each of us savage daughters ‘til our coffin.
Mother’s daughter
Follow me home
Drink from the water
Clutching at her notepad like stones of precious sapphires
She shuts her eyes in hopes of extinguishing raging fires
In her somnolence, thoughts through her mind float like fireflies
Whilst her pen gleans her teeming brain all else dies
Drowning in a nightmare a sleeping beauty with no hope to wake
He found her consumed in an old love’s Stonehenge of heartbreak
His aura ignited life’s fire within her exploding like dynamite
His love injected fortitude in her like the yellow sun, never kryptonite
She awakened from sleep in a Shakespeare midsummer’s night dream
Found herself on a cliff’s edge of metamorphosed stone regimes
Stone regimes’ holding like rich garners sapphire grains of hope and peace
With a watchful eye each stone transformed into a sapphire piece
She traded her Stonehenge of heartbreak for these sapphire glows
Thus hope and peace will forever abide in her like blood in a vein flows
Form:
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 and bone with hope and passion.
We feast, celebrating, slaughtering a spring-born animal,
And dwell where ancestral souls wait solar rebirth,
We call upon sun god Esus to offer light’s arrival,
Brightening, emblazoning the cold and frosted earth.
Ceased in longest night, we linger here in winter death,
That we trust again the power of light, our shibboleth.
Conation
Have you tilted the axis
on a new tomorrow
Have you changed with intention
— the direction of time
(The New Room: February, 2024)
Round Peg — Square Holes
The poetry of mathematics
— oxymoronic at best
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Robert The Bruce
War is won
before the first battle fought
Willful intention
the enemy caught
Decision a crossbow
empowered by choice
The spirit retracting
— a conquering voice
(Stonehenge: March, 1987)
Apate
Captive of emotion
— prisoner of deceit
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Crossing Over
Attending his own funeral
no tears were exchanged
No grieving or mourning
— but memory remained
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
In Memoriam
People won’t remember you
because of your money
The human spirit bereft
by your dollars in vain
History won’t revere you
because of your tokens
Your legacy built upon
— prescience ordained
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Blood Trail
Don’t get sucked into choosing
both sides are bad
The Left or the Right
their massages sad
The Right tries to promise
what Leftist’s sublate
Two sides to a trap
— where lies are the bait
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
“What Simple Folk Do …”
Only inside ordinary things
is the extraordinary released
Baptized new day after day
eternity unleashed
Only by embracing what’s common amongst us
as Arthur knew so well
Can we move on to where it starts
beyond heaven — beyond hell
(Memories Of Camelot: February, 2024)
Making Our Bed
The silence of death
lives in the future
Sleeping with memories
— of yesterday’s past
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
MORGANITE
You sprang up like a shoot,
And art translucent to form.
Acrylic with tears the norm,
Brush strokes of life; resolute.
MAW SIT SIT
My memories are dim
Of me and him,
Breaches of birth. Strangers
Now, dear mannequin.
SPHALERITE
Lost in a world of make believe,
Trying to be human of sorts,
Touching life's Eden to perceive,
His favourite tipple! Vintage port.
SUGILITE
Troubled heart, troubled mind,
You fled our shores abroad,
You spoke with an accent kind
Your sorrows of life you stored.
SPHENE
Champagne fizz, popping the cork,
Nightclub Madonna to dance.
Dreaming of high rise New York,
So much better than France!
MOONSTONE
Tot 'n' Ham labours two,
Mothered to your breast,
Redwood trees, how they grew!
A familial love and blessed.
ZIRCON
Travelling through mythical days,
Chains of law untethered,
Stonehenge Rigveda praise,
Countenance aglow; weathered.
This poem is about a particular aspect of my siblings, including myself here and the name of each gemstone is quite rare and unique as we all are as individuals
Edward
Dawn at Stonehenge, where white robed figures take center stage,
this ancient ceremony has been performed there since the Ice Age.
Summer Solstice or Alban Hefin means ‘the light of the shore’
Druids celebrate this rite of ‘the cycle of life’ since days of yore.
Our sun’s strength is declining as we approach the waning year.
the solar god is crowned, ‘arise o sun’ is the chant onlookers hear.
Summer solstice is a time to celebrate renewal, fertility and life,
and many give thanks for the souls of the departed in the afterlife
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Wiltshire is a lovely place too be
A county with plenty of history
Neolithic rocks from north to south
You can even see a white horses mouth
With walks over undulating ground
Find the mystery of the giants mound
You can see where the soldiers train
On the expansive Salisbury Plain
With white horses carved into the hill
Walk around them enjoy the thrill
If you are not able to do the walks
Visit the heritage centers hear the talks
But if all else fails jump into the car
You can easily see them from afar
No queuing required and it's free
Come to Wiltshire and you will see
Stonehenge, Avebury stones too name but afew
I guarantee you will go phew
Ingenuity of the people before
Its amazing, it will not bore
Moving those rocks that weigh a tonne
Without machinery just father and son
Carving horses into those chalky hills
Showing us, all thier artistic skills
So visit Wiltshire and see these sights
Plenty to do from morning to night
Let the country air cover your face
Do this slowly it's not a race
Enjoy your trip to this county
Paradise Yes without the bounty
Meet the locals and have a chat
Enjoy a cider you can't beat that