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Mother Nature maternal winsome hold;
exhales sweet air from sun up til twilight.
To the farthest height in the skies, birds enfold;
blueness stream favorer lustrous moonlight.
Sweet amber honey lures its stinging hive.
She gazes upon the red horizon;
raising a buffet of elements strives;
dislocating her body and wizen.
In her wits end delight, in warlike rage,
waging the seasons, dividing them in halves,
offering everything, despite her age,
trailing shadows like wakes that it must have.
Tugging at her breast, masses left; the wrath
orphans and widows in the aftermath.
6/13/2017
Stairway to Wise Woman Faerie Cottage
I found it when I was eight
Spent many an hour inside
Learning the wizen ways of a sorceress
Wise Woman confided she was looking for a novice
to be trained to replace her when the time came
The time was apparently this week
For the stairway had disappeared for fifty years
Today it is back. I eagerly skip up the steps
Ready to see Wise Woman.
Her flesh is gone, but her spirit is all over the cottage
Reminding me, and teaching me
I am amazed that I remember her magic
And how to produce light and love in others
Wise Woman magic, taught by the queen of the woods,
My new title, whispered quietly among the elves and faeries
Witches in my gardens, blessing them.
Using their notoriously generous green thumbs to help repot the plants snatched out by gray wind yesterday.
Witches, welcome! So grateful you have arrived!
Thank you for showing me the old one’s ways to grow the best thyme and basil possible.
The magic you bestow upon my garden, humbles me, and my daughters, and my daughters’ daughters.
To no one do harm, your motto, your creed. I know you in no way resemble the tales of
Witches in faerie tales, rather, mother earth faeries who got a bad rap because you followed
Your dreams and went your own ways in a patriarchal society. Scaring women who were afraid of your
Unseemly ways.
I am honored you chose my garden, bestowing your experience and your wizen ways
Upon my plants. Thank you, Witch sisters! Welcome!
She’s coming! Mom said this in a sing-songy way.
She knew that my twin and I were fascinated with Florence,
she was like our new toy. We had been afraid of her for years
due to her wizen face and her propensity to look like an older
version of the witch from The Wizard of Oz.
We ran out there like salivating puppies,
waiting for Florence to regale us with stories of hangings
or killing snakes, stories that gave us nightmares.
We were ten, ten-year-old girls live for nightmares, right?
She was leading Charming, one of her favorite goats,
as she laboriously walked toward us, head down, black hat,
nearly touching her shoulders. Her white gray hair was flying
out on one side. She stopped right before she reached us,
not looking up.
“Hey, Florence!” my twin and I both said at the
exact same time. I could tell she was smiling.
“Came to see Charming, huh?” she asked.
Then she giggled, but it was more like a cackle.
A cackle that used to terrorize us, but now it delighted us.
She was our new toy, she and Charming.
While my spirit is feeble for managing, my soul can.
Each birth and death occurred throughout one's lifespan.
Undoubtedly, pride and ego inspirations are useless.
I've isolated myself from the remainder of the universe.
They have irreversibly shattered our deep vulnerability.
Nothing is easily recognizable under modern tyranny.
They have consisted of distinct pieces of information.
Prioritize their philosophy above the dome of reputation.
The gap between rough and delicate is sole sharpness.
We're stranded in the great Earth's space, breathless.
The sky is proved pristine and pure, while Earth is a struggle
The Earth has not arisen as a result of the sky's sparkle.
Mists that are dull and drift float gently into the horizon.
Sneaking around for one mass of pride amidst wizen.
The act of pillorying is done to embrace the ignored.
I modestly provide advice to those that are rejected.
This description illustrates what I mean by extortion.
This is the foundation for my inexplicable suspicion.
Our choices have a solid relationship with the chance.
He was also injured by the tough probe enhance.
Written: July 31, 2021
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“If you look closely you can see that they are all interconnected, symbolic of a never-ending circle in which it is simply impossible for the dog to catch the rabbit.” — Kit Williams
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Witness divine—glorious wonders for mankind.
Magnificent sky with swirling clouds that hide.
Sunbeams brilliantly—brightening the earth.
Moon warms the farmland for a night's worth.
Witness the power of the jewels' harmless light.
Satin fuchsia flower buds sparkle at first sight.
From pristine spot—amethyst wishes may sprout.
I wish to acquire beyond halcyon hues of stout.
In symphony, raindrops adorn and stifle the land.
Winter flakes coat the land and expand.
Nature's lyrics are in varied and tidy dimensions.
Calm woods, singing brooks, swift river distention.
Cherish dear pets, nature, birds, and seafood.
God's riches are bestowed nearby and cooed.
This life is knit with family, love, zeal, and friends.
We suffer agony and adore food, but not fiends.
With a sight of ethereal happiness.
look deeply and faithfully with sappiness.
To prevent overlooking anything crucial.
Reached elixir peaks—won a prize celestial.
Look through a veil of belief, full of hope.
A peek at divine glow and limitless scope.
It's awe-inspiring getting close to nightfall.
Strive for success—and never let yourself fall.
Look at the rain cloud—raindrops might fall.
But beyond, light radiates out from its crawl.
Witness the butterfly—which is truly rare.
Bear note of its progress as it climbed in the air.
In Stygian hues, we sank over brink of death.
A supple poise, a tale of dichotomy, an eerie lethe.
It is a timeless being—never altering itself in light.
Disease, warfare, belief, and culture sham sight.
Behold a charming face adorned with a smile.
Then delve inwardly—descry heart beguile.
It is akin to a dawn breaking on the horizon.
Time is never idle for anyone, wax or wizen.
Rising costs and overworked staff members.
Stretch your horizons—discover raw tempers.
Judges' words rang out in a split legal system: "Jail!"
Marvel at ethereal entities veiled by mortal trails.
In my eighteenth season, strangers used brotherhood as
decorative ribbons to gift me a feel and a truth that have stayed
my life long. At a nature adorned ranch flowed a celebratory
wedding reception upon soft green field carpets so lush that they matched the gentle generosity of my host's acceptance. I was a welcomed wanderer, a presence made to feel I belonged and was
valued. Old, wizen oak and willow trees provided a poetic, scenic
border for the velvet ground and shaded the serene river on the
other side of their mighty and graceful tree limbs. It was Fall, of
course it was Fall, the season of lusciousness and breezes that
render promising tickles upon titillated flesh. As music flowed,
love in sincere smiles became hand-to-hand holding, loose swaying
arms, and uninhibited kicks from dancing legs all moving carefree
bodies in a spontaneous, jubilant circle of dance. In a flash-know,
I felt harmonious sensations empower all to unite in the spiritual perfection from which we had come and would, in time, return as brothers and sisters gone home.
sun rays pulse pleasure
when perfect harmony sounds ~
leggy spirits kick
Vibrating elations brightened the sun’s own light and
dissolved all human egos’ need-feel to be acknowledged as right.
I knew none of the faces, yet I knew them all, just as they knew me because a mutual dance feel took us all inside core truth; all were
one in the same from the same one of perfect love. Such knowing
elated my dance with soul-intoxication. The air continued piping in
rock’s most poignant lyrics sung by genuine, emotive voices that
grabbed us all while drums beat as one with our hearts until our
pulses ignited, and guitars glided on soared, radiating nirvana highs through our inside-otherness. These sensations all led me to know
what I still know, dancing that unexpected afternoon was more
important in establishing my life’s philosophical purpose than many
of the priorities I had been taught were paramount to living a
successful life.
songs swirl inner depths
lifting souls in all who dance ~
nirvana buzzes
Our situation can determine who we are I believe
And the power of socialism is naive
We are forever so basic in life to accordingly achieve
Have you a known other to relief?
Everyone has always come so far
I am old but this world is new
Bearings never coming to par
Promises that of life never living anew
How long before you are finally too old or young to know?
So much and so less and a nothing more
Have you a final card you think you can show?
Before you die, will growth only show more for
Live a little and remember to die a little as well
Life is only beautiful with life and with death
Have you bought a thing to meaningfully sell?
Haven’t you a walked path you finally left?
A situation can awaken who we are sometimes
But are you wizen to be naive?
With so many days for successful finds?
Have you a what it takes for that final relief?
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Some years had passed while Balgar learn the druid ways
now full of knowledge and ready to help those in need
He set off on his travels following his instincts as he went
first he came across a woman in despair she had a broken arm
which he fixed and poured a healing balm to make it mend faster.
Onward he travelled sharing his wisdom with those he met
healing the sick and helping the mentally disturb as he passed
seeking for what he did not know only that it would be invaluable
in the end. He picked up a black opal, a blue feather and a strange
pebble drawn to each in turn knowing when the time was right
they would be of use far and wide he travelled helping many on
his way then he felt a strange shiver and taking out the pebble
which now lit up held in out and followed its light to a crevasse
hidden away where there was a handle that he pulled opening
a passage to a cave which glowed blue and placed the feather
there nothing happened so he added the black opal and writing
appeared with druid signs that he read telling him to head north
then after a mile to the east where he would find his next task.
He was told to study some more for it was needed to complete
his training. Now middle aged he was a bit stooped and wizen
and he started looking for someone to train in the druid ways.
mean while he travelled on helping those in need as he passed
added new potions and spells as he found them and looked
around for suitable cave to lay up in for the next few years.
Why do we keep trashing our beautiful world?
By doing so we risk making it completely barren.
Do we really want a world with no bees and trees
no life at all is what we risk for our lovely planet
For without trees we would have little oxygen
and no pollination of plants and our flowers
water would dry up and leave only dust
turning the world into a barren desert
Is this what we really want? No I say its not
but we seem not to listen to nature herself
for why I ask. Is profit so high and important
that we turn our backs on life essentials?
We see it already in soaring temperatures
crops dying in the fields wizen and burnt
when will our governments act and address
the problems caused mainly by greed
Of striping our planet of things it needs
do we ever learn to leave things to nature?
or do we want to leave these problems
to our children to inherent and hopefully solve
why? oh why? are we so blind and careless
of the treasures left to us to safe guard from harm.
People please wake up and learn to cherish
and more importantly to teach our leaders to do
what's right for this lovely world of ours