Shaman Poems - Poems about Shaman

I fear the shamans, great or small, I saw one, with long black hair, In a cemetery of the green Guatemala, He danced among the colored tombs, it was inhabited by the spirits of the dead, Better to keep away from this king, I have hidden behind graves, He spoke to the spirits, to the blue ghosts He agitated a sort of burning...

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Beneath the sacred witchwood tree healers and shamans rest ...

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I remain a stranger to my husband’s kin it’s strange I miss their stranger’s skin but bring taboo to skin they’re in if words I speak upon their name I hide my words in fear of harm displease the trees who delivered man and breezed them on a wind to farm the land trees put aside for them in my hands, a harp I...

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beyond the cartoon spring in Scooby Doo like a stag on a mountain’s rippled rove a dimensional wormhole letting feelings through bringing words of secrets, a couple’s love an instrument whose song comes from within a pluck, the kiss upon the lips my meditation, a distant lawn mowing bring me syllables served in porcelain cups and the shaman knew its cosmic worth a healing...

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Before I even close my eyes, Awareness floats, starting to rise; An earthy smell of fresh soil turning, Rabbits burrowing and squirrels stirring, Smoke from a fire burning; Spirit answers the shaman's calling, Trees undisturbed and evergreen, The forest thick with no in-between, Glistening emerald catching my eye As I pass the hanging moss by. I come to feel the leaves dancing in...

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I did not choose, I was chosen the gate and keeper; killer and cure life not mine for living walking paths you cannot see talking tongues you do not know I am the light burning inside the darkness at the shore that shadow in the corner eyes, windows to be shared extramundane - soul searcher, truth sayer, circle squared I am ancient numinosity no idle curiosity - I...

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A woodhacker rattles like wolf-jaws, A dog's appetite has just died There's blood in those graphite-green curtains Duck Islanders howl of a homicide. There's a murder of crows in The Three Trees, Where the Sky's Ties are tethered away The water's been kissed for the first time And the sun's lips have no more to...

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Was tree cutting on the island North of the last logging camp I was a young faller for the company That didn’t have a heart Thought I knew what I was doing Thought I was doing no wrong But then the Northern Lights appeared And sang me magic songs “Save me from the dying Save me from the death The old growth is crying But cannot...

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when the darkness reigns you might run into someone with light in their eyes date:7/2/21...

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Dreams of the Shaman David J Walker It was the Prairie version of Eden In the evening light Awaiting the day exposing the Cover of Buffalo Grass Its flag-like banners of male flower Flying in the morning dew Guarding the female blooms Hidden amongst the leaves Rounded and burr-like but not spiny The fauna is dense but unseen Prairie Dogs bark out...

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She was a wise woman, a natural being, a female shaman Her magical ways were known by most, especially the Lakota We came to her for truth, guidance, spiritual wisdom. The men revered her as much as the women, maybe more. She had a connection with the Great Spirit most do not garner. Respected and revered, we trusted her to...

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A local shaman sits still in a trance-like state, attempting to drive a ghost from a quaint haunted house. An angry response - house trembling! Date written: 05/21/2020...

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Dressed in a loin cloth, his face and body painted,  he chants and dances wildly round the fire to drum beat... the student lawyer's weekend job. Written 21st May for Nette's Wayra contest...

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I have lived before Through seeds of time eternal - And you've come for soul's healing? The balm comes not from me All you need is get drunk from love. 5 May 2020 Weaving A Wayra Contest Created by Nette Onclaud...

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Euphoric hope spills from my eyes gleaming with love, ...

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