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Best Poems Written by Roger Blakiston

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Forest of Song

A candle is lit in the forest of song,
Where the witches come out in the glen;
And the nightingales dance,
As if in a trance,
All watched by the spirits of men.

The faeries and elves, with the goblins and gnomes,
All join in the banquet of fun;
And a magical spell
From a bottomless well
Causes even the tortoise to run.

The witches they circle, as music is played
On the harp and the drum and the lyre;
And their potions from earth
Provide them with mirth,
That all sprites in the forest admire.

The labyrinth is walked on a carpet of leaves,
As the guests are all welcomed by friends.
They link hand in hand
With the mortals from land,
As they travel the lines and the bends.

The flame from the candle is flickering with joy,
As it lights up the trees and the moon;
While the deer and the owl
Track the wolf’s happy howl
As it sings like a choir boy in tune.

And the Mother, she watches the gathering unfold;
The Goddess of earth is well pleased.
Her energy’s best
When there’s no time to rest,
Cause all of her senses are teased.

Whilst the new world implodes, the ancient lives on,
And it’s here that the truth doth belong;
For the magic and mystery,
All long-lost in history,
Is found in the forest of song.

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Spirit's Journey

Spirit’s Journey 
I’m sailing on the sea upon a sunbeam; 
I’m hovering on a cloud that’s made of snow; 
I’m flying on an asteroid round the planets; 
The universe is guiding spirit’s flow. 
 
I’m surfing on a sheet of sparking crystal, 
I’m circling round a labyrinth laced with gold; 
I’m skating down a canyon crisp with ice, 
I’m watching all my wondrous dreams unfold. 
 
I’m mounted on a beautiful white unicorn, 
And riding through a forest full of sprites; 
I’m balancing on leaves above the cosmos, 
And lighting skies that shadow all the nights. 
 
I’m soaring over mountain peaks and valleys, 
Where eagles fly, and humans long to tread 
I’m witnessing the bodies of the living 
While talking to the spirits of the dead. 
 
My heart is leaping, with exciting thoughts 
Of other worlds; of legends long ago, 
Where elementals danced on moonlit nights, 
And little people watched the giants grow. 
 
I’m lost in galaxies so far away, 
That earth folk only deem are make believe. 
There’s mystery in the atmosphere this night, 
As many mystic spells I gently weave. 
 
My spirit wanders, as my body leaves, 
Material world is left behind on earth. 
I’m cruising in a dream that takes me back 
To timeless realms before my recent birth. 
 
I’m in a garden full of rainbow flowers, 
With lakes, and streams and sparkling waterfalls, 
And lions and lambs all playing together here; 
A sacred land with freedom and no walls. 
 
While some may call it Eden, Paradise, 
Nirvana, Heaven, or another name, 
It matters not, the journey now I’m seeing 
Is what ignites within me such a flame. 
 
A fire, a light, my spirit and my source 
Are spinning in amazing worlds of bliss, 
A treasury of all creations gifts, 
And through the brilliant light I blow a kiss. 
 
My spirit’s full of love for all I see, 
I know that dreams like this are always true; 
So back to earth I enter my old form, 
To face the future blessings here anew. 
 
It may seem like it’s all just an illusion, 
Imagination lucid in my dreams, 
As I behold the faeries, elves and angels, 
With mermaids playing games within the streams. 
 
Yet all I see is very real to me, ¬¬¬
So there’s no need to question this, my truth; 
For images like these I’ve always had 
Since early days way back within my youth. 
 
For all the lessons that the spirit world 
Is teaching me each day, and all my lives; 
I’m grateful for my understanding truths, 
For which my soul and body always strives. 

Enlightenment will come, no more to learn,
My soul will leave this earth for higher planes.
I’ll exit to angelic sounds and songs,
Break loose from all the mantles and the chains.

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Dark Night of the Soul

Inside each fearful soul there hides a song; 
Within the darkest night there shines a light;
The tunnel may seem endless, yet in truth 
The brightness soon will end each daunting plight. 
 
The wind shall blow the black clouds all away, 
The sun will laugh to light the waking hours; 
The stars shall smile on all the troubled souls, 
The buds will open up as fragrant flowers. 

With every cold and snow filled winter gloom,
There follows all the blessings of the spring.
Beyond the painful scorching summer heat,
The fall arrives and nature’s treasures bring.	

A caterpillar lives in woods so dark,
And there he weaves a magic chrysalis;
Then leaves behind the gloom and damp of earth,
Transforming to a butterfly in bliss.

What now may seem to be a journey long 
Will quicken in the twinkling of an eye. 
The sadness all will vanish with the storm, 
The tears all shed, there’s no more space to cry. 
 
It’s sometimes called the dark night of the soul, 
And every mortal goes through this in life;
But there’s a rainbow waiting in the wings 
A pot of gold to end the present strife. 

Each one of us at times does need to suffer, 
So we can comprehend the joy and peace, 
That’s waiting for us when these trials are over, 
The other side, where wonders never cease.

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Being

Being by Roger Blakiston

There is a stillness in the wind,
A calm within the storm,
A peace before the battle cry,
A soul before the form.

There is a hope beneath the pain,
A smile between a tear.
There is a light when all seems dark;
A love beneath the fear.

There is a silence deep inside,
When noise is all around;
A sadness that will turn to joy. 
As lost becomes the found.

There is a jewel behind the clouds,
As rainbows light the sky.
There is a hand that gives us strength,
When we prepare to die.

There is a breeze that steers the ships
Across the seven seas.
There is a force in nature that
Creates the woods and trees.

There is a seed before the flower,
An egg before a bird.
Above the thorns there is the rose;
A sound before a word.

There is a life before a birth,
A boy before a man.
There is a source to everything;
Somewhere it all began.

So, as we go about our tasks,
With lessons learned each day;
When moments come and we do feel
That we have lost our way.

Let spirit be our only guide,
For wishes will come true,
As in this wondrous universe,
We tread each morning dew.

The past is gone, cannot be changed;
Great miracles we’re seeing.
While staying aware of all that is.
Let us embrace just being.