Greetings all; Since I just now joined, I thought that I should introduce myself. First of all, the poem that was just posted ( Oak and Holly King at Yule By...
The imagery and message were very good but there was no real rythm or meter. Some stanzas had five lines while others had three or four. Some rhymed and others...
They say I'm lost I miss your touch This was the cost But I learned so much. Just keep the faith And let us run I was the wraith Who took our fun So go your...
When dusk fades into night, and twinkling stars and moon in site. Voices speak from trees and ground, And from rocks and bluffs all around. Spiris from...
Merry Meet, This is a poem prompted from a discussion topic in a Year and A Day Program I am going through. (Note to Zan: Ignore the fact that there is no...
Congratulations Bill! I've been enoying reading all of the poetry people have been posting. I'm going to post one of my own poems and then post (again) the...
well done! Thanks for sharing Papa Stephen Clark <loreman1@...> wrote: Merry Meet, This is a poem prompted from a discussion topic in a Year and A Day...
Well writ! Thank you for sharing. Papa william <poetryman643@...> wrote: When dusk fades into night, and twinkling stars and moon in site. Voices speak...
PREMATURE BURIAL Black umbrellas under the rain, Tears are shed, sympathy exchanged. Mourners hide their faces pale, Draped in black lace veils. The lid is...
MOONRISE PRAYER Rays of moonlight, silver-white, Emblazon the night with magick bright. Lady Luna waxes and wanes; Our goals she helps us to attain. Huntress...
THIRTEEN CANDLES Thirteen candles of scarlet red burn away the stormy night and the darkness that calls to the raven with wings upon the wind. She lights the...
Well writ! Thank you for sharing... Papa G. Gerina Dunwich <gerinadunwich@...> wrote: MOONRISE PRAYER Rays of moonlight, silver-white, Emblazon the night...
Serenity Calls Trees in pristine glow White flakes covering darkness The world seeming cleansed Serenity of the woodlands calls I make my way cross frozen...
Merry Meet, Gerina I thoroughly enjoyed your poem, *Thirteen Candles* very nicely written, my friend... I loved the flow of it, as I read it out loud....and...
The Wheel of the Year Keeps turning, turning Seasons change and I Keep learning, learning Yule comes, the God Born anew, anew Goddess rest, her Task is...
In the Grove of ancient Oak lies a clearing where the goddess to me spoke. Where the tall emerald grasses sway, as the winds whistle and play. The wide shallow...
Hello everyone, my name is Tim. I have just signed up with this list and look forward to hearing and passing on some great poetry. The earth is still, calm and...
Calling Down the Moon In the age of iron, he called her name upon the beckoning breeze of springtime; when she would walk, hands-held-fast, with the Sun. ...
Sasha, This was wonderful! Great job! Blessed Be, Lady of the Harvest Dean of Education, TPOC The Pagan Online Campus - http://www.thepagancampus.net ...
THE WITCHES' CREED Hear now the words of the witches, The secrets we hid in the night, When dark was our destiny's pathway, That now we bring forth into light....
Paganesque poet Richard Beban, who read the Classics Illustrated version of Jack London's "Call of the Wild," just one too many times, is off on the road again...
Forever dreaming by George “Papa” G. Accosted by doubts about what is owed to Karma’s scales, like a lost fish tossed by an angry sea, I flee Ceasar’s...
The first stirrings of Spring arouses me... like from a long slumber, a winter's nightmare even. The swollen fuzzy buds on the bare tree limbs arouse me....
you gotta see this i found it wanted to share it. I do not post very offten but i found this wanted you all to see it. you gotta check out this group i found. ...
Hello Everyone. My name is LadyZoe and I am new to this group. I thought I would say hello and introduce myself. I have been studying and practicing for about...
Richard Beban here: It's my pleasure to read my pagan poetry with Lynne Thompson, beautiful in soul, spirt and corpus, this Wednesday night in Orange, CA. And,...
As time slips by, and I lose myself in a faithless search for gold, I am sending this little old email in rhyme to my friends, old and new. A blend of sublime...
Snow blankets the ground And a chilled fog fills the air The wheel turns again From crone to maiden The Goddess changes Still slumbering is she But stirring in...
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