Long poem by
Yorn Called | Details
In the dark of night a wind took hold,
With powers charged to shake the sky,
By moody swings of gods up high,
Their breath alone enraged and bold.
In the dark of night history spoke,
Of a world alive with fury’s voice,
When life was full of fate and choice,
And death the augur in the smoke.
In the dark of night a man did dream,
Whose tale these words we now account,
Be brave my friend this chariot mount,
By nothing less shalt this vision redeem.
Struggling through the combative gales,
A sleepless figure tossed and rolled,
With wondering sight a story was told,
Of mysteries shrouded in ancient tales.
Upon this figure two more did glare,
Faces are but vessels for orbs to divine,
Not sufficient to be one through design,
Two alive but so unlike to us stare.
These twins that see by darkness alone,
Feel the truth in the shine of art,
Ending where the few dare start,
These bright globes make gold of stone.
With raging winds our story begins,
The battle set both within and out,
The world’s pictures thoughts about,
Action the habits, blindness the sins.
With Boreas alight wandering above,
A divine force teased with subtle math,
To follow the Phoenix on its path,
Or kneel in tears with a praying dove.
The tempest in all its mighty flight,
Decreed with a fist the obvious!
So proud, so proud, yet so oblivious,
The storm forgets his humble birthright.
The wild winds be but a paper tiger,
The hands that give it mighty thrust,
Wields no whip to allure its trust,
Holding a low cup, a cat just finds her.
Such be the crispy breeze in deed,
To roar, puff, blow things down,
Seeking doors to equilibrium’s town,
When heat in fact needs cold to feed.
Wind seeks the muse of inspiration,
A lull, then a rush to arms to end,
Her charms the air does commend,
She whispers with bated respiration.
Such my friend is the temperate truth,
The tempest being no storm cries,
For its maker with love sees its lies,
The swordsman’s tail swings uncouth.
With no further aside we now return
To one whose sleep our vision seeks,
Into this mind the devil now peeks,
Intellect put off so symbols could turn.
Seeking passage to dreamlands alter,
Further and further the eyes withdrew,
A fatherly vessel, twos sons the crew,
A ship who by one one would fault her.
The tides of reflection ebbed no more,
For the two in one the world was gone,
Sands of sleep their eyes set upon,
Dreams for obeying in days to store.
‘Saw the one, the troubled of the two,
Again vain Boreas with eyes asquint,
Forged to see not flowers but mere mint,
An ignoble man, through and through.’
‘His drifting eyes of warrior bent bow,
Blind to the combat of peaceful keys,
Gazed upon Orithyia ready to seize,
The light by which he would never know.’
‘In one fell swoop he swept upon her,
An immortal force not fit to engage,
Death by shock, a rose in a cage,
A sword can never a heart procure.’
Tailors we know make not the man,
Nor, to wit, does he who blow impress,
The finest garments fit best to undress,
The suitor, naked, conception’s plan.
The warrior’s blood once led the world,
What man wanted man merely took,
By far better ways the world was shook,
Now only fools let their swords unfurl.
Still within us sleeping reptiles wink,
Side by side the peace laying dove,
Whose golden egg sits on a glove,
Disarming the insults men might think.
Yet by tinted thoughts some still fall,
There walk among us wanting men,
Who touch stones instead of women,
Blind fools like statues they do install.
To such a fellow we now must return,
By unlucky choice he cast his dice,
Gambling rage would make life nice,
His heart of fire for ice would burn.
The I then of the one who took control,
With eye inclined to dote ambition,
In Boreas he saw worthy commission,
Jewels taken justly by godly parole.
‘Reading now the face of himself,
Pleased to see opportunity’s chance,
His office in life he wished to enhance,
His brother’s book push’d off the shelf.’
“This world is made for the taking,
By will alone my will will be done,
A wild beast untamed I roam alone,
But not for long my flight in staking.”
‘Fighting the angel by his side,
He saw in Boreas a better figure,
With sharp mirror set to disfigure,
The Abel eye, his far better guide’
‘Eager as a dog ready to surprise,
Our hero set off to execute his plan,
With canine teeth and on four he ran,
To she who soon would be his prize’
To think a surprise can live in a dog,
Is like seeing a rat for a filet mignon,
So deluded a man can appear to one,
Whose rose is above all mist and fog.
‘With tongue wild about he grabbed,
The hand intended for him that night,
So sure his lust would disarm a fight,
So shocked to see her smile stabbed’
“Unsightly hair-chested beast you are,
Withdraw from here in haste and fast,
Better to drown alone in seas outcast,
Then with you fly off with fettered tar.”
“Listen little man, listen with your ears,
Give not violets your muscular arms,
Whispered fumes make better charms,
Graceful words for love sheds tears.”
“Fear most of all power’s delusion,
For the deluded become denuded,
Gaining nothing, nothing included,
Power wins only a life in seclusion.”
“Go to thy chamber, scream and yell,
Amend, however, by all smart means,
Your spiteful mean loveless routines,
Thou art but a mute, a soundless bell”
‘With reproof in hand he up and went,
To vent the gales in charge of him,
The dogfight over with outlook dim,
He saw his brother of different bent.’
‘Reaching for the floor the fallen book,
Whose pages spoke a turtle’s tongue,
The unread by thorny bees are stung,
So wiser he for counsel stole a look.’
Copyright © Yorn Called | Year Posted 2014
Long poem by
Shadow Hamilton | Details
Now as the years passed by everyone became so tired
the heaps of things scattered around became too much to bear
some benevolence was certainly grand but this was too much
the two felt unable to undertake the long arduous journey
so it was agreed their sons Bam and Muss would go
setting out they followed their fathers footsteps back to the cave
Eventually they arrived at the bottom of the valley to see just ruins
Bam said " Lets look for tracks" and soon they found a path
Travelling for days they followed it deep into new territory
until in the far distance they saw some huts in a clearing
As they approached they were surrounded by the natives
who took them to the Shaman who said " I foresaw your coming"
Seated they feasted and chatted telling the Shaman about their fathers
like them they found the food very hot and spicy gulping down the coconut brew
and drifted off into a mysterious sleep that took them back to the monolith
entering through the gate of light they found the Druids gathered
and saw the Tree of Life was half restored. " Your fathers did well " said the Druid
" but things still need to be Adjusted. We have one gift for you to take back "
"It is the gift of Tranquillity together with Benevolence it will help restore the balance
but you will need to journey on from here to the spirit world and talk to the old Gods
and with a bright flash the Druids vanished leaving one shiny stone on the ground
the young men picked it up and found themselves once more spinning through time
until they found themselves in a very strange land. Here was the home of the Gods
mighty Jupiter roared " You men are fools with your wanton destruction of things."
"Yet you come to us expecting our help in putting right the world's balance."
Mars the mighty war god then spoke " There are three tasks you must complete
before we will help you. First you must clean out the Royal Stables and re-bed them"
The young men set to work it took them five days to complete this onus task.
Returning to Mars who hummed and accepted their work with praise. "Now go
to Venus she will give you your next task, mind she is a hard goddess to please."
When they met her she looked at them and laughed. " Never have I seen such
puny specimens. I doubt you have the strength to complete even a simple task.
Still if you you succeed you will be nearer your goal, and she pointed at a rocky
place, clear this and make me a garden I am bored of having no where of beauty
to sit and reflect and to entice my lovers into my arms. Build it so I may sing my songs and enthral the heart of Thor too long he has been impervious to my whiles. "
Bam and Muss started to clear the site but there was one rock that was massive
it defeated all their attempts to smash it up or even to roll it out of the way
so they went to the Royal Stables and explained their plight to Hermes " That
is easy" he said " Take twenty horses they will soon remove it for you, mind
you feed them well or they will cease to work for you. They need the freshest
hay grown from the clover fields A ton or two will do the trick and keep them happy."
First it took them another week gathering in the sweet hay which they then fed
to the Royal Steeds. Already happy with their clean stables they were happy to help.
In no time at all they cleared away the massive bounder leaving the ground ready
now it needed to be tilled and planted. Soon the ground was ready and flowers of
rare beauty began to grow spreading enticing smells and the Gods were pleased.
"All it needs now are some benches and arches and a lovely fountain then I will
surely ensnare Thor's heart." At last all was done to her commands and Thor
wandered over and seeing Venus sat near the fountain was captivated by her
charms. Of course they had one more task and this one was for Thor himself.
He wanted a new thunderbolt spear made of the finest silver from Hades mines
Hades said they could mine as much as needed in return for their hard work.
At last after many hours of toil the had the silver needed now it needed to be forged
and tempered. For this they needed a furnace and blacksmith so they asked Vali
for his help. He started a mighty fire in the furnace and when it was hot enough
added the silver and when ready forged it into a mighty spear. "Here take it to Thor"
he said. Thor was delighted with it and said " You have completed your tasks here
is the gift of Temperance take it and restore your world's balance and harmony."
They picked it up and were whisked through time back to the lake. They hastily made two more shrines and placed the rocks inside their safety, immediately they all started to glow. They could feel the currents emitting from the rocks and over time harmony
returned and the Tree of Life began to again thrive and protect.
Returning to their village they recounted all to their fathers who were amazed
that the Shaman and his people remembered them. They were amazed by all
that their sons had done to bring this about and celebrated their feats. Now
Temperance took care of people's overboard Benevolence bringing in its wake
Peace and Prosperity (and no more piles) while the gift of Tranquillity brought
Happiness and Love and so the Natural balance of things was restored
I hope you all have enjoyed this epic if only it was so easy to put the world to rights
we would have an even lovelier world
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014
Long poem by
ruta skendeliene | Details
Profound insight climbing the mountain
The higher you go the more beautiful view
Opens up wide spread in front of you
You see the world under your feet
Overwhelmingly liberating experience
Shocking overpowering, and scary
You play walking on the sling blade
The line that only God can balance
Once you take a close piercing glance
Into the depth of the center of the universe
And the hidden secrets of the living earth
It gets you and suspends you in vacuum
In the crack between realities that no longer
Is a safe haven where it used to belong
And is not yet fully on the other side
Of God’s omnipotent limitless domain
Only a few bold dare to push the limits
Fearlessly to the very edge of the cliff
Opening the view of bottomless abyss
There is no way back from the sharp edge
It is a one-way ticket secret knowledge
Into unknown and there is no turning back
You are bewildered and only can stare
Helpless onlooker lonely and scared
No matter how baffling the truth is
You have no choice but to face it
Like a lonely prisoner in Plato’s cave
Chained and starring at the other side
Cast out of cozy safety of ignorance
Stuck in between worlds upside down
In a circle that never stops spinning around
Circle is a shape of infinite shapes
With you uncomfortably stuck inside
The string orchestra of the universe
Playing symphony of those remote days
When endless galactic suspended in infinity
Let out of the bottle cosmic creative genie
And the world started vibrating in unison
Spinning boundless eternity new born
In beautiful curves waves and forms
Reflecting its’ suspenseful elegant flight
In the matte darkness of primal night
The mystery of eternal law of motion
Forces trajectories shapes, and forms
Converge in the mind of creator god
If you extend the edge of infinity
You reach another bigger infinity
And so forever the world expands
In a whole new infinity that stands
Like a pillar holding the very edge
Of spinning around infinite universe
Below the veil of reality there is
Another world of ethereal matrix
Of pure ever-present mathematics
An ocean of dancing numbers
Sparkly little precious shiny jewels
Woven in a colorful fabric of cosmos
Creating amazingly beautiful patterns
Filled with secret signs and omens
Accentuated by elegant curves
Of flying at the speed of light
Myriad of bent shiny sun rays
Arched into the snake of genetics
That keeps the secret of life
Locked deep in the pattern
Of frenetic spinning cosmic dance
Shining through the porous surface
Of blue atmosphere of the earth
Moving in swift powerful ways
Delivering suspenseful delays
Of disbelief and shocking awe
Bending the time and space
In strange unfathomable ways
The dancing numbers are holding
Together the world expanding forever
And we are little colorful scattered dots
That are aimlessly hopelessly lost
In our desire to understand the way
The incomprehensible world spins away
Which is always bigger than we can grasp
The world of matrix spread in front of us
All the time but it is meaning
Deeply masterfully hidden
Beyond sheer fabric of cosmic Maya
Seductively alluring our desire
And forcing us to get lost
In endless perpetual earthly lust
Infinity is spread all over the space
But we don’t see it’s elusive face
Covered with thin veil of illusion
Of starry sky and blooming flowers
Intoxicating scents of morning showers
We are stuck in the world of delusions
And non-ending painful exclusions
From attempts to touch the true face
Of reality hidden deep in the shell
Of primal knowledge bottomless well
We dream about it every night
Trying to catch the elusive edge
Of Ariadne’s magical invisible thread
That will lead us back to the earth
But with the dawn opening eyes
After pitch darkness of night
The fine line that we finally reached
In the dream slowly dissipates
And we start search all over again
Lost in terminal inability to understand
Caught in zest of seeking feverishly
To catch the ever escaping edge
Of desired elusive knowledge
Like uncanny mandala of a snake
Lustfully devouring its own tail
Is an image of the unfortunate fate
When in the thick darkness of night
We look deep into the well
Of the desired forever hidden
Secretive world of forbidden
Dangerous alluring knowledge
We open the doors and get drunk
With the passion of gnostic desire
To get a glimpse beyond Maya
At the bottomless cognition
Of the promised land
Copyright © ruta skendeliene | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
William Masonis | Details
The Holiest Dance
Come out and dance, children of the New World.
Come out brothers, sisters, old and young.
Come dance and call back your dead.
Wheel and turn in long slow movements,
Passing through one another like eagles in flight,
Sailing over the endless plain.
Dance in rhythm, dawn to sunset
Wearing the sacred Ghost Dance shirts
Flapping in the grey cold mist lifting
As the sun climbs into the bluing skies.
Dance in the magic shirts their bullets won't penetrate,
Your protection from the great New God,
Who has forsaken His White Ones, adopting you as His own.
He has given them over to his enemies
For they have betrayed HIm,
Given His son over to His enemies and turned from His words.
Now He walks with us to make us strong again,
We His children now.
Dance, Dance, Beloved Ones,
All the day and into the night
Calling to the Dead, the Gone-Before.
They stand close to us now, - can't you see them?
The shadows of yesterday drawn close by your hope?
Can't you feel them gathering close by the fires
As the days out in wild, smoking skies
As you dance together, calling their names,
Calling them back to the light,
To the dreams and fears and loves of life
While the stars come out to keep their watch
Bejeweling the night with their cold sweet shine
As you dance and dance and dance
Until exhaustion claims your bodies with a faint.
No matter: the good times come and with that knowledge
The sweet dreams go one, even in collapse.
Dance, children, dance all together, safe in the magic shirts
Adorned with strange magic symbols
Our Fathers' Fathers knew so well.
Their power returns with your belief
And the Whites are afraid, for once.
They don't understand this, they feel something is wrong,
But they cannot grasp what is happening.
That must be our secret - they'll find out soon enough.
When their well-deserved ruin overtakes them.
Enough for now to be patient and tread lightly near them,
For they are easily moved to destroy anything that puzzles them too much.
Dance and Dream.
Sing and grow stronger.
Sing sweet, wheeling under the stars:
Father, have pity on me,
I am crying for thirst,
All is gone; I have nothing to eat.
Wovoka's spirit will hear and smile. Sing on:
The Father will descend,
The Earth will tremble,
Everybody will arise,
Stretch out your hands.
The Spirits hear. Can you feel them gathering?
The crow! Ehe'eye!
I saw him when he flew down,
To the Earth, to the Earth.
He has taken pity on us.
Throw back your hands and laugh. Soar with joyous thoughts.
I circle around
The boundaries of the Earth,
Wearing the long wing feathers as I fly,.
The Whites are afraid. Their time is passing.See their faces, and pity them.
Iyehe'! My children -
We have rendered them desolate.
The Whites are crazy - Aheyuheyu!
Yes, children, the time is come at last.
Dance and rejoice; dance them into Oblivion.
The Game, our Dog Soldiers, all the true men
Are returning to us.
The old ways shall be ours again.
Dance and rejoice! This Earth, our Love,
Will be ours again.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Poetryof Providence | Details
You have fixed all movements within time
every trails destination have you outlined
no creature can operate outside its rule
the regulations of the cosmos no man can overrule
You oh Jah are the former of our clay
little have you asked but learn to love your way
forsake us will you never only we can turn away
ever open are your promises beckoning us to stay
you have sent your voice gently into the wind
to inform us all of the future YOU intend
the invitations are being sealed until the end
from your throne itself did they descend
Oh governor of Israel your servants have a task
to walk the path of truth false religion to unmask
upon Christ's shoulders all government shall come
peace on earth completed when your will is done
all the histories show every ruler of men
foster violence , injustice , hatred greed and sin
their arsenal of weapons their intentions a crime
full detonation is only a matter of time
fomentation of terror false stories do they use
lie to their own citizens calumny as news
misleading of the nations earths peoples do abuse
to pursue the cause of justice do refuse
I can hear the weeping , the cries have filled my ears
earthwide is the suffering , children daily live with tears
famine and starvation , disease wars and fears
past the point of denial , left to us extinction nears
Without Gods intervention mankind would not survive
those holding the power don't care if you remain alive
your slavery is their fuel so in wealth they thrive
for power and pleasure is the focus of their drive
Earths current calamites occurring as was foretold
materialism and technology sought for just like gold
every form of promiscuity ones body has been sold
violence and crimes and hatred in characters taken hold
Everything you plan to your children you do inform
the blueprint for the future your purpose to perform
every framework and design will earthly place transform
a government that loves on the verge of being born
No other fathers instructions have been so clear
every happiness conceived planned on placing here
from the beginning you have designed what was to come
the implementation and time taken it to be done
You designed the blueprint of the children you would raise
those who alongside Jesus and his character displays
anointed and appointed to serve everlasting days
who will rule the nations teach them all your ways
As sure as a refiners fire separates the gold
a razors edge on the sword of truth foretold
the forger of the weapon the right-hand of God
until his governors in his footsteps fully trod
From the heavens true justice will descend
incorruptible who mankind's tyranny will end
will remove all oppression and little ones defend
of its loving-kindness and mercy can everyone depend
Every prophet from beginning the kingdom given voice
that between life and death you have been given choice
installation of its kings is drawing very near
God who by Christ Jesus expressed intentions very clear
No child will ever hunger in this place
every physical infirmity and disease effaced
every sorrow and mourning with joy replaced
and even death itself has been erased
These promises God has through Christ demonstrated
for its fulfillment have his servants ever waited
where happiness and bliss lives in every home
the original design that exalts this throne
Your work oh Jah I magnify , joy and blessings bring
all glorious and majestic , crowning of your King
through him and his companions praise on earth will ring
of its exaltation those who love him sing
Gen. 1 & 2 Isaiah 9:1-7 , 11, 13:9-13,
16:5 , 24,35 , 55 , 65:17-25
Zec 9:9-17 Gospel parables of the Kingdom
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via Duboff Law Group LLC
Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2014
Long poem by
cherl dunn | Details
At the final stroking of saint Halloween eve, it seems not so long ago,
That my trusty SUV, transport vehicle unceremoniously broke down,
Right outside the local pet cemetery, what a marvelous place to
Spend the spookiest night of the year, changing a flat tire right next
Door to the graveyard of the barking dead!
Ha, ha I thought to myself these children of the night better be at
Rest, I’m just not in the mood for playing fetch the bone, with
Any undead beasties tonight!
That’s when I heard a hellish sound, coming from this unconsecrated
Ground of Fido’s lost and found burial mounds, it started out low,
But grew with every shrill passing moment, I dropped the jack,
Picked up my throbbing heart, and became brave Balto of the
Polar North fame!
Inch by inch I approached, these iron bars gates that which were
Oddly left Unlocked, approaching the very center I stopped dead
Within my tracks, just as metal basketball rolled at my very feet,
Within two red glowing eyes meant mine, what the #### ####,
Is this thing, this it within a bob-wire metal shell?
It had very little hair, more like a grizzly patch here and there,
A ratty tail like a mouse, but what really caught my attention
The most was its sharp talon like claws, but it cried so, my
Mother instinct overrode my sinus of reasoning, it’s helpless,
Tender howling touched the darkness of my deepest Edger
Allen soul, so I picked it up, and took it home!
Now, now I told it, don’t be afraid, I’ll cut you free from
Your iron cage, it seemed to understand me in dark
Level that I can’t explain, my little creepy dude,
By the way such became his name, my undead pet
From the realm of the unknown!
It growled and hissed at me at first, almost nipping
At my bare fingertips, I’ll have none of that biting
Business, I told it just be patient I’ll have you out
In just a few minutes!
At long last it burst free, running attempting to
Flee far away from me, but I was quicker than it,
This terrifying thing, that captured me with it’s
Now my little creature feature, you need a bath
It shivered at the mention of the word, meaning clean!
But it had a very foul musty odor of brimstone, and
Rotten fleshy decay, into a vat of Mr. Bubbles it so went,
This it thing, my creepy little dude!
After I brushed and towel him off, I feed him a mushy
Mush of oatmeal and milk, but he spit it at me, “ok what
Does a thing like you eat than,” I asked!
The creature than went to my fridge just as if it were
The most natural thing in the world to do, grabbed a
Bottle of spuds suds, popped the cork, and sat next to
The old boo tube, now just you wait a cotton picking
Minute, I thought to myself, no way!
It than snatched a slice of day old pizza from a nasty,
Cardboard box sitting in my waste paper bin, gobbled
It down in a moment, than burped out soundly,
It’s gratifications satisfaction!
The whole time I’m wondering what the #### did I bring
Home, this it thing, that now reminds me of my ex-husband,
Beer, pizza, and TV burping, but just as I was thinking about
Taking it to the dead creature’s animal shelter, it captured
My inner heart all over again, in a flick of my heart
It had nestled in my lap, growling in a purr, than
Tenderly clawing at my tummy, it snoozed!
From that point on it this thing, fondly known as
My creepy little dude, could do no wrong in my eyes,
It stayed just the same size, even though it eat night
And day, it drooled on everything, from the baseboards
To the chandler but I didn’t care, for he was my
Creepy little dude!
Than the next Halloween night it happened,
I got a knock at my pantry door, it was two
Creatures, a female werewolf, and a male
Choapa Cobra, excuse us Miss Have you seen,
A metal basinet bob wire ball?
My little creepy dude ran passed me, in a flash yelled momma,
And the jig was up, these unusual parents thanked me,
Hugged their baby and left, I never saw the it thing again
After that, my little creepy dude was gone forever!
But I’ll never forget, what happened not so long ago,
On a Halloween night, or my treasured pet, the it thing,
Known as my little creepy dude!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
DEDICATED TO BEN STRONG-THE ORIGINAL CREEPY DUDE
Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
Shadow Hamilton | Details
Sam woke up all excited, his first circle would take place tonight,
He saw Crimson Fire sat deep into mediation, still as a rock
and noticed the white robes, belts and staffs laid out ready.
He knew from their talks that he needed to do a purifying ritual
he would need to grind up the right herbs gathered at full moon
Hinds tongue and rabbits foot,
eye of newt and badgers foot,
calf's snout and a man's bile,
eye of star and beggars rile,
mix them up with fairy smoke
and with fairie's finger a poke
pour it into the bucket of water
put over fire as taught by healer
stir it twice then hubbles, bubbles
so many strife's, toils and troubles.
set aside and leave it to cool while you take a dip in the pool,
rub all over with Bloodwort until foam and bubbles appear.
A long swim around the pool, then a rinse under the waterfall
take the bucket, rub the purifying mixture over head and body.
Once done he joined Crimson Fire in a drink of Enchanters plant
ready they dressed in their robes and belts and took up their staffs .
They set off for the sacred grove where they would hold the circle
under the ancient oak they set the Abalone bowl filled with cleansing
herbs of sages, cedars and sweetgrass, then together they chanted
We praise Thee:
that seed springeth,
that flower openeth,
that grass waveth.
We praise Thee:
for winds that whisper
through the shining birch,
through the lively pine,
through the mighty oak. We praise Thee,
for all things, O Earth Mother,
Who givest Life!
As evening drew in many more druids joined and solemnly chanted
We all come from the Goddess
And to Her we have returned;
As our ancestors Worshipped Her
Air, land and sea.
Hoof and horn, hoof and horn,
All that dies shall be reborn.
Corn and grain, corn and grain,
All that falls shall rise again
At midnight Crimson Fire raised his hands "Now it is time, it is Time,
Here stands young Sam son of Blue Dragon, he has passed the tests
Now it is Time for him to take his Druid's name and follow our ways."
He bowed first to the North, then to the East and South finally West
He struck the ground with his twisted sacred staff in each direction
then they all chanted
A Bhrid, ar goroi, an-gheal Bheanrion; (ah vree, ar gree, ahn-yawl von-reen)
Lo de thoil e beannachta sinn. (low da dolly bah-nacht-tah sheen)
Is sinn bhur leanai, is tu ar mamai (iss sheen vur lanni, iss too ar mom-wee)
Bi ag isteacht duinn mar sin. (be ah gay-stot dween mar shin)
Is tu an coire, anois inar doire; (iss too ahn hweer-ah, ah-neesh in-ar deer-ah)
A Bhean-domhan tinfim orainn. (ah van-dowan tin-feem or-rin)
A thine ghra, a thine bheatha; (ah hinna hrah, a hinna byah)
Lo de thoil e ag teacht Bhrid duinn! (low da doily ah tockt vree dween)
They then anointed Sam with sacred herbs and Crimson Fire held up Sam's hand
"Here stands Fire Eagle mark him well he will be a great healer in years to come."
They closed the circle with a feast of forest fruits, nuts, seeds and blackberries.
Finally before they all went their separate ways they joined hands and chanted
Siuil linn a Oghma...
("shool-leen ah oh...mah")
...Walk with us Ogma.
Siuil linn a Mhanannon...
("shool-leen ah wah-na-non")
...Walk with us Manannon.
As Crimson Fire and Fire Eagle left the Grove he gave an old twisted sacred staff
to Fire Eagle "use it for good always and it will guide you in nature's ways.
The years passed by and still Fire Eagle remained with Crimson Fire learning
until one day Crimson Fire said "it is now my time I want it to be you who
carry's out The Ritual Of Passage for me. I leave you my sword and staff
and this house. "Then he laid down and slowly softly his breathing slowed.
With a final soft sigh his spirit left his earthly body for the OtherWorld.
Fire Eagle was both sad and glad as he knew that after a while he would return
in a different form, maybe a tree or animal or as a human that is the druid way.
to be continued
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
Poetryof Providence | Details
All that does encompass bespeaks wonder in everything
bubbling brooks and waterfalls does your glory ring
terrestrial and celestial ever fill our eyes with seeing
how can not it's splendor not fill our very being
raindrops in waters with their rippling wake
and mesmerize our souls does the rushing make
gentle breezes lifting dappled leaves in dance
and some say it all came about by chance
How does this effusion elude a single man
when everywhere one turns it's radiance does stand
Nebula and quasar adorns a cloaking sky
and some choose to call the truth a lie
How lofty and profound in it's depth designed
everywhere one turns does God's eminence remind
lavender and magenta do our roses wear
magnificent in color in tended gardens care
In florescent rainbows are a peacocks feathers
multi patterned flowers among the blooming heathers
many hues of blue stretch across the sky
changing shades of azure of the seas close by
In Africa's dense jungle ring tailed lemurs leap
Asia's tarsier in the day does sleep
the giant and red panda in bamboo forests eat
meerkats make their manor underground to keep
Springbok and Okapi migrate within the land
camels and dromedary travel in the sand
kingfishers underwater dives yet he cannot swim
the hoopoe within Europe summers on a limb
Golden plovers and sandpipers do the beaches run
in every nation some great cat naps beneath the sun
the ruby topaz hummingbird and bird of paradise
the chameleon changes turf and puts on his disguise
Through filtered teeth of whales krill don't stand a chance
and so many speculate it's all just circumstance
At the poles do penguins nest upon the ice
beneath the oceans surface unnamed fish do slice
Everywhere in universe within it's laws do move
meticulous and intricate does creation prove
change the axis of the earth and life would not exist
no missing links have been found and yet the lie persist
The precision of it's interface keeps universe intact
so cohesive is the pattern in every little fact
why is mans reason out of line with the universe
turned his mind away from God just before the curse
To his change the animals haven't been unblind
fear of man and his hand knowing he's not kind
mankind lost respect for law and for himself
focus is on surface and not aware of Satan's stealth
Melodious is the speech of birds outside of our homes
the cacophony of nature with it's many tones
explosive is the energy if the atoms split
the power to enclose it will so few admit
Mankind's exploration isn't nearly done
infinity a subject for learning yet to come
we've barely scratched the surface of mathematics sum
to it's fascination have so many become numb
To winds and tides of doctrines do so many move
who will ask the questions and arguments so prove
the laws that governs universe are so well defined
but the souls that live on earth are of double mind
God has stretched the heavens with a movement of his hand
futility against his knowledge cannot a man to stand
wisdom she does cry and her voice puts forth
to examine natural things and upon your course
Listen not to instruction upon whose path you err
take away it will the life you hope to share
Life itself is precious do not you throw away
if you follow fallen man away from life you'll stray
The cry of the cricket do you understand
there is speech in everything that lives within the land
do you think a crocodile you will ever tame
and things undiscovered we have yet to name
How little understanding exists within man's mind
to exult himself against God's knowledge is he blind
before Jah's understanding mankind's is so weak
why from another man should you your answers seek
Bow your will before him lift your voice in praise
take in his instruction if want you length of days
Consider what you are and what you may become
in beginning were created just like God's own Son
sources Psalms and Proverbs and Ecclesiastes
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Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2014
Long poem by
Poetryof Providence | Details
Not a day goes by I don't think of you
you have permeated my fortress and walk freely in all its rooms
(examining it's furnishings)
how did I allow you entry without the
usual search scan and seizure ?
I'ts like a foreign substance and all
my antibodies are seeking to eradicate
your presence (anti-christs)
My mind and heart find your entrance exhilarating
like ecstasy ( a neurologically happy drug ,
which by the way I've never imbibed in but the
other one I'm only slightly familiar with)
My body wants to throw you off like some
intruder to the death it lies in bondaged slavery of.
I finally understand the WAR.
I want to isolate this substance and imbibe at will
or as often as I desire.
There's no corner on the market for this substance,
you can only get this by freely accepting it as your
own life blood , the loss of which kills us , but it's
flow is what keeps us alive.
I desire to lay in it's bliss
like basking in a warm sun's rays
unfortunately I burn easily , so I usually limit
my exposure to substances I feel may do me damage.
But OH , HOW GOOD this FEELS , as though I should
have been born to this naturally .
But NO , love is not the natural substance of the world
in it's battlements and fortresses erected by men and
so thoroughly indoctrinated into his very being .
I just want to bottle this and share it with everyone.
But everyone "knows" every really really great substance
wears off and kicking the habit is way way painful .
But I want to suck this up and live in it , to have the heat
of it never dim , until it is an all consuming fire that lights
everything in it's sphere . Yes LOVE JUNKIE , child of God
a shameless addict to truth about the paths people choose
to "lose" themselves on .
I've been like a bloodhound sniffing out every trail looking
for this substance the one that transforms you into fully
brilliantly vibrantly alive , and to roll in it until every fiber
of my being is saturated with it's fragrance.
The factory that manufactures this is built within ,
and I want unlimited access , but my own body has
set up perimeters and walls to fence off my full access
to my own God given life source ..(the curse)
You can only have full admittance when you can use
it's power to give life and not destroy others , to be
able to manage it usefully for the benefit of all.
But I'm a natural indulgent in what feels good ,
substances always on the intake , seeking to have a
balm that shields me from being abused or seeing
my own abuses of Life. My ability to utilize a substance
so powerful is limited by my training , my will and my
exposure to everything that seeks to sell it on the open
market like a thrill seeker , or cheap whore who can be
had for a bouquet and dinner , which is quickly consumed
in one night and disappears tomorrow . Nothing that the
world offers can even slightly imitate the magnitude and
power residing where Love dwells . When you've been
allowed to taste its manna , the desire for a plateful
is now not even enough but the drive to constant partaking
of its presence is now an all consuming fire and I am
driven to sign up for the lifetime plan . For better is a life
that feeds on love daily , than to choke and suffocate on
the bowls of hatred served up daily in the worlds menu.
I have relished the view from opposite sides of the room ,
when you're ready for the permanent plan you will
have to crossover to the other side . I know you read me,
like the good book , and when you understand you can
hide it from the world , but not from me , or yourself .
We want full access to the wellspring of life and love , I'm
willing to share the source , but it's a limited partnership (MLP)
on a lifetime plan , but it's riches are infinite and can only
be provided by the source. If you're willing to crossover ,
I'll allow you re-entry and full access ... Love
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Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2014
Long poem by
Dave Collins | Details
He/I/they/all/we/none knowing sit/sats he/she thoughts he/she witnessed he/she held a behold as to what the hell a corporeal ring of things once unbeknowinest to him/her was about,: thought provoking, yet undeterminate in any reason with confusion and actions to be taken latitude aforementioned. Realm provocative, nature unrevealed, discourses unknown, he/she levitates into a past/present/future/never neural pattern of once both visited/nonvisited rerun renouns. Here? How?Why? When/Where?/There? Somewhere? Duh?WTFDIM??? In past times, I was you/you were me/we were someone else and back again hopelessly compliant in multiple diverse deeds aplenty aprised? Pissed-offed wet/wild catagories counting the numerous soundsicksocimages that revealed a justintime divine palate of cool round reverberates; then we whistled down a done did musical miracle of musical intude/interludes that carry nary a long winding road to all that matters is love to my/your entrailed sense sensibilities disembowled; to a good note neglienet/never everpresent; earial with a deaf donating dull dance to the all good nestled nill nap noises in that dogmatic/schematic/pragmatic/bombastic revive a vacant vestibule redundant reverence of a oneself/yourself/themseself/no/knowself in gathered gonadal grimaced givenances, hereto presents a solosexual splentitude/quietude/attitude of exstatic nomenclatural compassionates, that ever endure coital/copious coagulating mind/mendful miracle moments mildly monitoring/mentoring mystical memories deep in neural notices that speak to their theoritical thematic throngs tipping tormentally tragic transit times tailored to typical trinsic tactile truamatic tintilating tantilizing tractic trips dildo done in their intrepid individual love licenses pushing plush intensities all/none to be too painful/passionate yeilding a no/nonsense copious clitorial connection of forlorn flesh facets and spiritual spit hopeless unwindings the present a postulate past/present/future/never/love/love unaffair. Where did it go? How does Love die? Disenegrate? Degredate? Postulate?Uncopulate? Insulate? In another world years spent co/everything that matters in life/death/bills/emotions/children and even dependence in an ugly frame of reference; we cursor live unaccompanied by each other in a post anti political/socio/viagara/cialis dual bathtub inconsequential; thank all the concrete idiots who push any/allpharamaco/disasters of semen seguing to a liqid lifetime of sexual sanctioned answers, yet vocally viable and vice visible though weatherworn, release a torrent of illaged multi-wrinkled wasted wonkas on the surface deep of us boomers that make the ultimate sociodomestico difference a generational anti compliant an establishment indifference idiocracy indescent, (My soul remains intact thinking youthful of myself and my sons and the time given to their welfare and the love that shapes my heart whenever I thin k of them.) but old in it's alter/inner/outer significance of the somewhat unreliant, unrealized coutenance of youth vs the powers of then, adults personnified from their generation of war, social impotence and the forgotten wishful wisdoms of ages beyond measure gleam with their intrepid experiences of ageless living. No one asks or are interested in the elements of a putrid existance and yr confession to date neither saves your stripped soul from it's life's ill ignorance; that your alter ego/egos with their/its incredible heretofores, spout any real man/woman wisdom heralded of any pre/post pro/announced inheritance to climb spiritually to the next human level by and large minus the youth, their waste of thought, time and ill for a rememberance/prevelance of moments gone/yet by, but given to the prowess that future envises, unless u r from our loins to be boomer blessed. Time tells the crapworn tale and makes liars/creeps of us all. We are all the same size lying down ma'am. Take it to court, counselor. Guility/not guility.
Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2017