Short Stonehenge Poems
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Long, Long Ago
Was long, long ago
Custom presume is pagan
Habits that they had.
Watching TV Series on Stonehenge
now.
Jim Horn
Prehistoric people built Stonehenge
The rumors about this never end.
Predicting the moon
Sun or monsoon
Spiritual place on a road with a bend
Stonehenge sang to me.
Singing stone-age ancestors.
They chant in the stars.
june solstice sunrise
druids gathered at stonehenge
longest day begins
Written 13th May 2018.
For Summer theme hakiu contest sponsored by Mick Talbot.
Travel through time across ages.
The energy field is still as powerful.
Stonehenge, a raw primitive enigma.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2026
There once was a builder called Wayne,
Who built a new house on a plain,
But his wife took fright
On their wedding night:
He’d forgotten the roof again.
*my theory on Stonehenge : )
My inner Stonehenge
Shielding memories, encircled within
a circle of stone, no code to crack
time to let go, to not look back
let your circle of stones crumble to dust
Penned 18 July 2013
Category Nature
We know that the English are rightly vexed
Queen Mary we bought; London Bridge annexed
Big Ben's up for bidding
So's the Thames, we aren't kidding
Then London and Leeds and Stonehenge are next
11/23/22
In Nebraska, a replica of Stonehenge is revealed
Called Carhenge, it's formed from vintage automobiles
Who thought of this
Some kookie old fish
His strangeness emerged which had long been concealed
BLUESTONES GUARDING THE MOONLIGHT
SILVER STREAKS RIPPLING OVER THE ROCKS
TOWERING GUARDIANS OF THE MAGIC CIRCLE
HUNDREDS OF DRUIDS IN ROBES OF MANY COLORS
LANTERNS OF BLUE SWING WHERE DAEKNESS DWELT
ENTERING INTO YJE GATEWAY TO ETERNITY
Zeus fought the elves and the gargoyles for Stonehenge picnicking rights
Stonehenge laughed at this, thinking Zeus was insane
And of course he might have been but who in their right mind
will tell that to a god?
Even if it is a little god
not the big one.
Tourists pay to view it now,
Hundreds at a safe distance,
Shuffling in line around it,
No contact with it, no time to connect.
Who can say what it once was,
Why it was built, and by whom,
What significance it held
In the hearts and minds of our forefathers.
For Rick’s Parise Pariku contest
A little dance around Stonehenge
As KCIII plots his revenge
No longer ignored
The King hones his sword
Heads will roll as pseudo friends cringe
KCIII's new horrorscope reads:
"Guess what? Today, William succeeds!
The stars explain
Your drop of reign
You plotted revenge but not deeds!"
Discussing together, faire play
We sustain the living
The position of hews
The generation of does
Succession of woes, Stonehenge
Phoenix, of the United Hacking Ass
Returns, flying clearly, fairly, disbussing
We fly this far
We fly with a Cinquento
With a purpose, but half the man of Aeronaught.
Elfish eyes
Airplane goggles
Sky turtles
New Mexico
Incas Mayans
Peru’s Stonehenge
Archeologists
Extraterrestrials
World grid
Alien airports
Mythology
Alien artifacts
Giants’ skeletons
New Mexico
Power caves
Atlantis
Bermuda triangle
Vortex
Wormhole
Elfish eyes
Blinking space ships
Eerie beauty and mystery
Permeate gray stones
Forming a temple,
An observatory, a timepiece
For Britain's earliest arrivals
Who left ancestors buried
In pagan mounds awaiting
The Anglican God.
By moonlight the Druids,
Wandering the grounds
Once their domain,
Performed ceremonial rites
Not revealed by the ages.
breathing life
into envisaged giants
our days were long
but calling
we finished standing
these stones of time
their face our face
our hands were bleeding
as we sank into the ground
left a future in our wake
diminished
we knew we had to do it
but to their colossus
we now rest in peace
to set all peace to come
Four thousand years ago the Celt
Raised a ring of rocks around
Patterns on the English ground.
And there the Druid maidens felt
Bronze-age daggers at the heart,
Hacking, hewing them apart.
Then the pagan priests began
Chanting prayers and splashing red
Till the glutton gods were fed.
And thus the rituals of mere man
Echo clear the ancient call,
Haunting Mankind since the Fall.
From immemorial time
on England’s plains
the Stonehenge stands –
pendulous rocks over life precipice.
Produced by a culture
that had no written records.
Sun clock, devoted to circling sun -
religious site of healing?
The sacred burial place
of prehistoric ring of standing stones.
Suspended stones as heavenly dome -
devoted to afterlife’s achieving.
© A. R. Wielgus 2015
We have left you many cave drawings
Built the Great Pyramids everywhere
How dare you ignore our many signs
Stonehenge is our Stargate tether
We left you some of our technology
Which in ways was obviously hoarded
Building blocks of peace and prosperity
We see now has been utterly distorted
There will be a time for this reckoning
Our belief in humankind still remain
We hear billions of you minds beckoning
We are coming now to provide a change
I can steal the gold in ole Fort Knox
Steal the loot in a pirates box
I can steal a stone from Stonehenge site
Steal the cape from a vampire knight
But I can't steal you
Just when I might
He holds on tight
I can't steal you
I can steal a bike from a cycle bunch
Steal a dinner from a lions lunch
I can steal the gate where the devil stay
Steal so quick the time of day
But I can't steal you
Just when I might
He holds on tight
I can't steal you
Mr. Armstrong
an alien unseen
wrote with my pen
saying frog legs
are an order undone...
so what would it mean
if the play of the day
played out onscreen
would the Stonehenge astronaut
know where to begin
gone for so long
dragon Sang
Sung that song
and so what of
the Jedi Queen
away on holiday
in the space between
"it's hardly two worlds"
to know where I've been...
"so hear I am
to appear amid
the four-seen"
Who wouldn't like to know
The rapture of trees,
Of caw, caw,
Chirp, chirp,
Swoosh, swoosh--
Silent beginnings,
Before thought breaks in?
Become your own
Cradle of civilization;
The fertile crescent
Of your own creativity;
The joy of sunrise
At Machu Picchu;
Or Stonehenge in your
Own backyard.
Daily rituals
Praise the dirt and clover.
Butterflies travel great distances,
Creating a network
Of helping wings that
Cover the globe with
Joy and gratitude.
FOOTLES
Farmer’s Marketeer
Cropper
Shopper
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Stoned in Stonehenge
Fluid
Druid
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Autumn Breeze
Crisper
Whisper
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Twins
Double
Puddle
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Stripper
Fresher
Dresser
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two brain cells walk into a bar
Drinkers
Thinkers
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John G. Lawless
8/25/2014
Stonehenge
by Michael R. Burch
Here where the wind imbues life within stone,
I once stood
and watched as the tempest made monuments groan
as if blood
boiled within them.
Here where the Druids stood charting the stars
I can tell
they longed for the heavens ... perhaps because
hell
boiled beneath them?
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