Short Shaman Poems
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King of Hurly burly
sovereign of wrongdoings,
Shaman of harm,
relative of arrogance,
executioner of silence...
a medicine
man or
shaman
or witch
doctor
eating pills
like peanuts but
that's fine for
my shrink
says
i'm
nuts and
mi Musa says
loco
gringo
Form:
I balance myself on eternity ---
Like an acrobatic shaman ---
As time settles upon my shoulders ---
So I steady myself with redemption ---
As fate watches safely from below.
rainbow lake had her own aura
shaman noticed the oranges and the blues
his Apache ancestors called for him to meditate
this was the lake of his grandfathers
Nirvana for his vision quest
On a northern night,
In an ojibway village.
The Shaman,
Shared his ceremonies,
With me.
He let me in,
On sacred secrets.
Not because,
I am native.
But,
Because,
I was worthy.
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
Monday, willy-nilly, waken
Tuesday, waken, shaman
Wednesday, shaman, nightmare
Thursday, nightmare, continue
Friday, continue, overtime
Saturday, overtime, apparently
Sunday, apparently, restless
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
If gloom descends; Capsicum appends:
Removing dooms in plumes of red lumens.
Biological conversion from stagnation to movement.
Shaman, brother, lover, friend.
Bold holistic resolute.
Unequivocally coalesced in this; a magnificent fruit.
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
no, the instrument
not the president
jews harp, jaw harp
plucked from thy heart
by the shaman heals
meditation steals
its rhythms
across realms
eventualities
and through centuries
tricked by its old name lure
tricked by its sound, nature
jewes trump for a king
heck why not, a politician
"Flow"
Flow with the tide turning
mind speaks to heart
let go let go
turning tide with the flow
heart speaks to mind
let's go let's go
come Life,
dance us home
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Water Shaman - Shaman Drum Journey & Koshi bells
https://youtu.be/FPbU-phJrPc
Dream catcher made of turtle shell
Elemental magic, soul bringer, dream walker
Enlightens papoose, savoring his knowing smile.
Grandfather Shaman feeds the fire
Whose pleasure to warm is well-known in teepees.
Tribal spirit faeries hide in furs
Braves will return tomorrow
Hopefully from a good hunt.
Innocent ones sleep soundly,
Unworried, on small pox blankets.
To Shaman Aboriginals
"Dreamtime" was the virginity
Of the earth
Before the dirt
Was soiled by humanity
Using crystals or their bare feet
They harness the earth's energy
To channel the grid
Over which we live
To balance and restore harmony
(Austrialian Aboriginals)
Received 11th place in "The Shaman's Way" contest
Received 12th place in "5th poem on the soup" contest
I once met a farmer,
Who showed me the plains.
“What is this beauty?”
And he told me her name.
I once met a shaman,
He lived in forests of rain.
“What is this beauty?”
And he told me her name.
I once met a sailor,
Who showed me the waves.
“What is this beauty?”
And he told me her name.
So when I met you,
I was struck by your face.
“Who are you?”
And you told me your name.
I don't know anyway to love you
Than the way I do
I tried to call the four winds
they weren't enough
I've traveled a dusty lane
And visited a shaman
All in the search for clarity
I don't know anyway to show my love
I grasped at stars
And fumbled a galaxy
I watched a night bloom
As the last ray of day died
In supplication I knelt
Reverently I show my love
The only way I know how
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 see the end
A Shaman's mind, filling with shimmering visions.
Reddening petroglyphs resurrected, so lightly breathing.
Wild horses running above arrowheads and starry plains.
An ancient hearth, chanting embers and drumbeats waning.
A deity floating into lavender canyon. Night pools dreaming.
Pinwheel hearts dancing along an eternal sky and sea.
The maple leaves and river rocks are forever softly speaking.
the seeing child
exotic and special
an old soul
she had a history
unknown to those unenlightened
understood by the others
she saw well beyond her flesh years
the villagers flocked to her
asking for her advice
she was the shaman of their village
at earth age eight
understanding better than most
sharing a soul past
with those who would listen
more often those who were willing to hear
Euphoric hope spills
from my eyes gleaming with love,
ambrosial shaman enchants
aching sobs of my son;
I see him mourn next to my corpse.
May 21, 2020
WEAVING A WAYRA Poetry Contest
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Theme: Shaman
Winner: 2nd Place
No Preacher brought me too God,
No Shaman,
No Saint.
No service connected me to magic,
No Community,
No way.
God was loneliness,
God was Psychedelic,
No Man.
No Event,
No Festival,
No Plan.
God was my Child,
God was my angst,
No applause.
No Scripture,
No System,
No force.
God is my falsity,
God is my change,
No Prerequisites.
No Fear,
No Victimhood,
This is it.
MARS...
The Shaman and the Planet Mars,
Gazing in wonder amid the stars,
Arms raised in worship,
Universe the Navajo church,
Ancient marvels to behold,
The human race timeless and old,
From Mars to Earth,
Did spaceships give berth?
Ramses' face on Mars,
Pondering Ptolemies from afar.
The Shaman honour singing,
Future and past aligning,
Gazing in wonder amid the stars,
The Shaman and Planet Mars.
(fiction)
Light as day
Sun beams it's heat all over the land
Night as darkness
Moon shines it's glowing light
Mountain wolves comes out for a treat
When it gaze in to the mirror waters
He sees me and becomes a woman best friend.
My pet he becomes, like a native women with a pet wolf
Together forever to be my guide.
For we are both one protector of thy kingdom
A women with it's spirit pet wolf shaman as it guide.
Called by the Spirit, creator of all things,
Protector of Life, Healer, The Peoples Guide.
Freeing the Soul with drumbeats, the Shaman sings,
Traveling other worlds, where secrets may hide.
Restoring Life to Balance, with Peace it brings,
between Flesh and Spirit, when Joy will abide.
A lonely path the Shaman walks with Wisdom,
while comforting the People, when troubles come.
For the 8 lines Native Cultures contest.
Now of New Age, I am a fan,
I communed with my healing man,
I relaxed, breathed, because I can,
Yes! I communed with my soul's shaman,
He appeared, by my psychic side,
At last, I met my inner guide,
But, you see, it was lunchtime,
Hunger pains panged inside,
Who is this messenger guide?
I asked, yearning deep, besides,
Yes! I did commune with my inner shaman,
Unfortunately, his name is Manga!
Let's do lunch,
End of hunch!