I love this poem and was inpired to write  my own slightly humorous
version LOL.

  Pointy Hat Club
  I'm a member of the pointy hat club
  but please, make no mistake.
  I do not fly to Mars each night
  and my nose is not green or fake

  My cats name is Lily not Satan
  and yes she is black indeed
  but be not afraid of the darkness
  for harming you is not my creed

  No, my tea will not kill you
  for poison is not my way
  but if sniffles and headaches consume you
  you may want to heed what I say

  My broom is for sweeping not flying
  I understand if you give me the snub
  This path that I follow is different
  I'm a member of the pointy hat club.


--- In paganpoetssociety@yahoogroups.com, "Stephen Clark"
<loreman1@h...> wrote:
>
> I am a member of the Broom Flyers' Union
> I say this smiling and proud
> But I say this not just to anyone
> And no card I carry for it is not allowed
>
> 'Harm none, do what you will'
> That is our creed
> While helping others my heart with love does fill
>
> To educate
> Is a goal of a Wiccan
> Myth and truth we do separate
> So centuries of untruths are undone
>
> Others' spiritual paths we do tolerate
> And we ask the same in kind
> We work against prejudice and hate
> Which come from the uneducated mind
>
> I am a member of the Broom Flyers' Union
> I say this to you
> And hopefully when I am done
> A new friendship I'll accrue
>

This invokes such beautiful imagery, thank you so much for sharing.


--- In paganpoetssociety@yahoogroups.com, "Beth (Mystic Amazon)"
<bethclare@b...> wrote:
>
>
> VIKING PRAYER TO THE GODDESS RAN
>
> My warrior left yesterday with
> The other Vikings for adventures
> And battle. As they set sail,
> My salty tears were part of my offering
> To the sea goddess, Ran.
>
> My friends and I put many garlands
> Of flowers upon the waves,
> Hoping that our lovers and husbands
> Will come back safely to us, and with
> Enough riches to make them happy.
>
> Ran can be a kind goddess, and
> Her waves can bring the long boats
> To their destination, silently
> Before their enemies know that they
> Are there.
>
> But she can also
> Be cruel, snatching their lives,
> Overturning their boats and dragging them
> Down to her lair under the sea
> To be with her and her husband, Aegir.
>
> Ran's daughters with Aegir are lovely,
> With long arms to capture men...
> So we try to please and pacify the goddess
> With our offerings and prayers,
> As our seeress looks for auguries in
> Nature.
>
> We hope our warriors will be victorious;
> Will be left alone to burn and sack
> Our enemies, bringing us slaves to serve
> And jewels to wear in your honor.
>
> Keep them safe, goddess of the Sea!
> Send your storms and sea beasts
> To confound our enemies, and keep
> Your loyal worshippers safe upon
> The waters.
>
>
> © Copyright 1/28/06
> Beth Johnson
> (Mystic Amazon)
>

Thank you very much, Christal!  I'm glad you liked it.  I love
writing goddess poems.
BB,
Beth




In paganpoetssociety@yahoogroups.com, "Christal"
<avalon_calling@...> wrote:
>
> This invokes such beautiful imagery, thank you so much for sharing.
>
>
> --- In paganpoetssociety@yahoogroups.com, "Beth (Mystic Amazon)"
> <bethclare@b...> wrote:
> >
> >
> > VIKING PRAYER TO THE GODDESS RAN
> >
> > My warrior left yesterday with
> > The other Vikings for adventures
> > And battle. As they set sail,
> > My salty tears were part of my offering
> > To the sea goddess, Ran.
> >
> > My friends and I put many garlands
> > Of flowers upon the waves,
> > Hoping that our lovers and husbands
> > Will come back safely to us, and with
> > Enough riches to make them happy.
> >
> > Ran can be a kind goddess, and
> > Her waves can bring the long boats
> > To their destination, silently
> > Before their enemies know that they
> > Are there.
> >
> > But she can also
> > Be cruel, snatching their lives,
> > Overturning their boats and dragging them
> > Down to her lair under the sea
> > To be with her and her husband, Aegir.
> >
> > Ran's daughters with Aegir are lovely,
> > With long arms to capture men...
> > So we try to please and pacify the goddess
> > With our offerings and prayers,
> > As our seeress looks for auguries in
> > Nature.
> >
> > We hope our warriors will be victorious;
> > Will be left alone to burn and sack
> > Our enemies, bringing us slaves to serve
> > And jewels to wear in your honor.
> >
> > Keep them safe, goddess of the Sea!
> > Send your storms and sea beasts
> > To confound our enemies, and keep
> > Your loyal worshippers safe upon
> > The waters.
> >
> >
> > © Copyright 1/28/06
> > Beth Johnson
> > (Mystic Amazon)
> >
>

SWEPT UNDER THE RUG

She swept the remnants of their shattered vows
Under the living room rug.
Everything else had been picked up, put away,
Or disposed of as soon as possible.

She didn't want the neighbors to think that she
Was a poor housekeeper, or holding on
To the past; so she decided to sweep them away
And hide them.

When she got up the intestinal fortitude, she'd
Make sure they were destroyed forever.
But she forgot that first she needed to
Work through and process her anger and grief.

Soon, as she was watching television
And sipping her favorite peppermint tea,
She heard murmurings coming from the rug.
Muffled sounds of arguments,

Crying, and shouts of anger.  She got up
And taped the edges of the rug to the floor
Very tightly and securely.  But, all the bottled-up
Memories and feelings under the rug

Kept escaping, and with them the noises
Of a marriage ending and vows shattered
Like glass...it even had a crashing sound to it.
She had kept everything to herself,

But now she realized that wasn't working.
She untaped the rug and swept the shattered
Leavings into a trash sack and put it
Outside to be carted away.

Then she got on the phone to her girlfriends
And cried and screamed and ranted
And had a few glasses of wine and supper
And then did it all over again.

Trying to hide what had happened
To her life and her heart did not work.
From now on, her real friends would be willing
To listen to her no matter how long it took...

Until all the poisoning grief was gone,
Just like the trash...and her heart had truly
Begun to heal.  And those false friends
Who had tried to shut her up and advised her

To sweep the past and the memories under the rug
Before she had worked through them,
Could just kiss her ass.  She realized that
She deserved the same caring that she
Gave to others.


© Copyright 2/3/06
Beth Johnson
(Mystic Amazon)

THE GROVE IN THE FOREST

I lie nude on a blanket deep in the forest,
Waiting for my lover to join me.
It is getting darker and darker,
And still he does not come.

We were to celebrate rites here
In the forest, dancing to the goddess
Of the moon.
There is a dark cloud near the moon

And the winds pick up and moan,
Swaying the treetops.
I wrap filmy draperies around me
And grab my cymbals

And the wreath of flowers I'd woven
Earlier, while waiting for my love.
It is time to dance!
My lover may join me as he will.

Lord, Lady, I honor you!
Guide my feet in the movements
Of the dance; as I sway to the music
Of the wind, and connect
To the beauty Of Gaia, the earth.

My feet dance the movements of praise,
My hands weave magic patterns.
I yearn for a oneness with my Divine
Parents, and they lead me to an
Ecstatic frenzy to music

As Pan plays a flute far away.
I feel my lover join me, as we jump
And twirl together, moving our steps
To the cymbals and the flute...

Then winding our bodies in praise
To the Moon Goddess and the Lord
Of the Hunt.  They send us the blessing
Of a light rain, and we wrap ourselves

In the blanket, laughing and mingling
Our bodies and souls
In the ancient dance of love,
Celebrating here in the sacred grove.



© Copyright 1/29/06
Beth Johnson
(Mystic Amazon)


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BRIMSTONE

Your memory clouds my thoughts
Like morning fog in the valley;
You have the angelic beauty of a saint
And a heart as empty as an unfilled grave.

I try to escape the bonds that were
Forged between us so long ago.
But when I look at you, you smile...
That same guileless, charming smile;

And I need a sword to cut through the fog
Of illusion you have planted in my brain.
I so want to believe in you again, and
I tell myself that no one that looks

So normal and kind, can be as cruel
As you really are.
No one believed me when I told them
That you were a real fallen angel;

But if they are walking behind you,
And happen to glance at your shadow
Or your footsteps, they will see
Sparkles of fire and brimstone...

And if they lean close to you,
There is the real smell of sulphur
Underneath the flowery scent
Of your aftershave.


(c) Copyright 1/31/06
Beth Johnson
(Mystic Amazon)




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COLD SHADOWS

Cold shadows surround me;
I need to get warm...
But somehow I think that no matter
How high the blankets are piled,
It will never be enough.

Mists and fog lie just above the floor;
Soon they will rise higher
And overwhelm me.
Tonight I do not have
Your warm arms to hold me tight,

And keep the shadows and the cold
Away from me once more.
I can battle by myself the cold
Shadows when they threaten;
But I get so very tired of it...
And so alone.


(c) Copyright 1/27/06
Beth Johnson
(Mystic Amazon)




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THE LITTLE GRAY CLOUD

Sorrow shadows me like a summer cloud,
Heavy and dark.  Sometimes it seems like
An actual presence, this dark cloud.
I could reach my arms up and move it around
Because it is so heavy...

I feel like Atlas with the world on his shoulders,
But with me, it is just this small dark cloud.
Even when I'm in the bathtub it is hovering,
Like it is trying to tell me something.
Or maybe, like if I don't keep on the move

It will fall down on me like a heavy rock.
I have heard of a cloud of depression,
But this is ridiculous!  I don't know
That in the hell it actually is.
I would wonder if it was just a genetic

Thing or something, but I haven't seen
Any of my family walking around
With a gloomy cloud over their head.
(Thank goodness, one crazy is enough)...
Sometimes there is a little lightning

That comes down from the cloud.
So far, I haven't gotten shocked, but
There is always a first time.
That's what scares me.  I'm afraid
To have a baby, it might inherit a
Mini cloud.

I thought about calling an exorcist,
But I couldn't find one listed in the
Salem-Turnopia phone book.
I did find a palm Reader listed,
That said she could
Help me figure out all of my problems.

Ha, let her figure out this one!
What should I do?  Light a candle
And say, "Gray cloud, go away,
Don't come again another day"  ?
I think I will look for a psychic version
Of Dear Abby.

With all the witches here in Salem-
Turnopia, you would think that there
Would be at least one exorcist.
I would ask Lady Emeralde the High
Witch, for help but she is kinda, well,
Snobbish.

I asked my mother Freida if there is a
Family curse relating to clouds,
But she said not.  I think I will sleep on
And if no lightning starts up, I will also
Sleep with Bobby Turnippe, my
Boyfriend and resident Support System.
Zzzzzzzzz.


© Copyright 1/29/06
Beth Johnson
(Mystic Amazon)





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THE SUMMER LOVE

Summer love, you now rest quietly
Beneath the snow and soil;
Only your spirit visits me in memory,
Tapping against my window pane
At night.

I remember all the times when we
Were young and in love, and I would
Let you in my window
To warm my bed and then myself.
Why could you not have lived?

But there will never be the letdown
Of seeing someone you love change
And perhaps become distant
Or go into abusive rages, drinking;
All the things my friends talk about.

As for me, I have your memory
That will never dim or fade away;
And when my current love palls,
I always remember your smile
And your youthful passion...

I visualize your face at my window,
And you are beckoning me
To join you in paths unknown.
One day, my love, when I am old;
I will join you, and be young again.


© Copyright 2/3/06
Beth Johnson
(Mystic Amazon)



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A MODERN LORELEI



Her beauty, like the rose that blooms

In winter, is rare and short-lived.

She shimmers and sparkles like a mystical

Being, drawing all to her with the glow.



But that glow is not sweet passion's fire,

It is Fools' Gold...beware her nets!

Her sparkle has no warmth in it; no caring.

She casts her fine-meshed webs about



Hoping to catch those foolish enough

To be drawn to her outward appearance;

And then, sucks them dry of their energy

And any moneys they may have about

Them.



Within her woven net lies despair;

Many broken hearts have beaten their last

Within them, collected for her amusement.

Her name is Lorelei and like her namesake,



She will cause your ship of dreams

And yearnings, to crash upon the rocks.

But she can only keep her siren's glamourie

A short while; then the true self emerges



And any that are able to, will run.

There are sirens other than on the sea,

My friend.  I am warning you to save your

Soul from despair, and your heart from the

Cruel rocks.





© Copyright 2/3/06

Beth Johnson

(Mystic Amazon)










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ALFRED'S FAREWELL

In the event I should ever leave you alone;
I will put some things in my desk drawer to help.
A map of how to get everywhere you will need to go,
All my bank statements, and a power of attourney.

If I do go, I promise that I will leave you
Sufficient to keep you in comfortable style, but...
With the proviso that you do not try to find me.
If I leave, it will mean that I have had enough

And am willing to leave you everything I have
Gladly, for the peace of mind of being able
To leave you behind and move on.
I wish you luck; I'm leaving you the car

That is in the best shape, and four new tires.
If there is anything I have left out, I'm sorry.
Now you can have all the time to spend
With your relatives that I can't stand,

And your girlfriends that chatter for hours
Totally about nothing.  Your brother Marvin
That smokes like a chimney, can try and sponge
Off of you instead of trying to hit me up for cash.

You can drag someone else to your parties
And weddings and funerals (you know I hate
funerals and your friends pop off with annoying
Regularity; they must be sick of you, too).

The children aren't any better than you are,
They come around when they need money and are
Always getting tattooed and pierced somewhere.
Now you can subsidize them.

I wish you well, as long as it is far away from me.
Thank you for the few good hours in our
Marriage, and for the many years of peace
That I will now have.  Goodbye, and good luck.
Alfred.


(c) Copyright 1/4/06
Beth Johnson
(Mystic Amazon)


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IF LOVE COULD HAVE SAVED YOU

If love could have saved you,
You would never have left.
But leave me you did;
Not even looking back.

You took my heart with you,
Folded up in your briefcase
Along with your important Papers,
And the pictures of our children.

You had left long before that,
Only your shell was there.
I tried my best to warm you
With my own love and caring;

And every morning
I tucked my heart full of love
Into your briefcase
Along with your sandwiches.

When you left,
You forgot to give my heart back,
So I searched the ethers
in my astral body every night

For a long time...
Looking for my broken heart,
So that it could somehow be healed
And my love for you purged away.

Finally I realized that
When my heart was ready,
It would leave that prison
Of unrequited love on its own.

Serenity filled me; I had faith
That somewhere a loving
And committed soul was waiting
For a partner just like me!
And I was thankful.


(c) Copyright 1/4/06
Beth Johnson
(Mystic Amazon)



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CLOAK

I wear a cloak of rain.
I put it on yesterday.
It's made of water drops
that whirled around fast
they didn't need to be
stitched.

I took it off last night
and put it in the closet,
It waited there for me
and didn't drip.

It's sunny today
but I can wear it
just a little while,
and it will still stay
together.


© August 2005
Beth Johnson
(Mystic Amazon)

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CARD PARTY MISHAP

Who poisoned the chocolate cake?
It was everybody's favorite.
Why not pick something no one liked?

The Queen of Hearts is so upset
That she slapped the Knave
And burst into tears!
Who poisoned the chocolate cake?

The King of Hearts can't eat coconut
Because he's allergic, and
The Joker can't eat anything without sugar.
This is ruining the party!

All the butlers stuck their fingers in the cake
To taste it, and have keeled over;
Now there is no one to serve the punch.
What a disaster!

The Queen of Clubs blames
The King and Queen of Hearts,
and they are all crying and lamenting.
Nobody thought to find new butlers...
How impractical!

The cook threw her apron up over her head
And is crying and trembling and wailing,
And the Ten of Spades ran off
So he wouldn't get blamed.

There aren't any policemen in the deck,
So there is no way to solve the crime
Unless someone confesses...
Did YOU do it?



© August 2005
Beth Johnson
(Mystic Amazon)



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From the Stillness
~~~~~
From the stillness of a new born day
There casts a shadow pointing the way

A line that's drawn from experience learned
Intensive labour in a life that's earned

The oracle berths upon the shore
I need not watch the stars no more

For I have travelled far and wide
Guided by the clear night sky

My feet step upon my sacred home
Home once more from an adventurous roam

Greeted by shades of grey
From the stillness of a new born day.
~~~~~
Nature1
http://alwyn00000.tripod.com


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IF WISHES WERE RAINDROPS

If wishes were raindrops,
What kind of day would it be?
On a good day, only dew on the grass
And sparkling on the flowers.

On a bad day, a tsunami...
Crashing over everything destructively,
Bringing with it the turmoil
That is churning inside.

Most days, just a light sprinkle.
Enough to cover everything
With some moisture and emotion,
But keeping it light and airy.

What kind of a day is it for you?
Is it sprinkling emotions and raindrops,
Crashing down with lightning,
Or glorifying the roses in your garden?



© Copyright 2//06
Beth Johnson
(Mystic Amazon)

THE PATH TO FAERIE

The road to Faeryland is paved with gold
hidden under the grass near the surface
and right next to the ley lines,
so faeries can't miss it
when they do their hundred-year ride
on our Earth with their snorting horses.

Such a ride did Tam Lin make,
when his sweetheart Janet did pull him
from his horse, and take him
away from the Queen of Elfland;
so forever after faeries and elves
are careful when they ride.

Hidden indeed, the path to Faerie
and all the wonders there to be found;
for we were not meant to see them
and perhaps give up our souls
to dwell therein
and stay young with them, forever.

Blow, blow your golden horns
and let your embroidered flags
wave upon your spears;
we must all hunger for that paradise
that is so carefully guarded,
and wonder what all is beyond
that golden road.


© August 2005
Beth Johnson
(Mystic Amazon)














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She sounds very sexy and playful!  Fun to read.
BB,
Beth


--- In paganpoetssociety@yahoogroups.com, "Christal"
<avalon_calling@...> wrote:
>
>
> How does she stand in the dark of light
>
> seen but unseen to the naked eye
>
> Not there, yet standing in open sight
>
> where magick dwells and gryphons fly
>
>
>
> She basks unnoticed in ethereal rays
>
> this fiery vixon of shadowed day
>
> stands brazen and opens up her haze
>
> she daunts you seductively, "come and play"
>

Mother Earth
~~~~~
Mother Earth
The oldest one
Feeder of life
Bringer of light and dark
In the sacred ground
In the currents of the wind
With the re-birthing sun
In the nutrients of the seven seas
In the spirit of life
In the cycles of the seasons
In the fields of the ripening corn
And the blessings of the golden harvest
Mother Earth, you are our foundation
And we give thanks.
~~~~~
Nature1
http://uk.groups.yahoo.com/group/allseasons

ON MIDSUMMER'S EVE

I saw the azure sky reflected from your eyes,
And I caught my breath...
Nothing had prepared me for the impact
That you had on me.

I came up to you to speak
Because I was curious about you,
I knew you were from the Otherworld
And one of the faerie folk.

But your eyes were kind and drew me in;
I kept coming toward you,
And then I was in your arms.
Your words were sweet, and your lips...

Oh, God!  Your lips were sweeter.
I lay with you on the hillside
Beneath that azure sky, with flowers
Blooming all around us with sweet scent.

I could not think about tomorrow,
About my family,
About what might happen next;
You encircled me with your strong arms

And the sky darkened to evening.
Do not go back, love!  Or if you do go
Take me with you, for now
I am no longer part of the human world,

I have done what is forbidden,
Lain with a faerie on Midsummer's Eve.
If you send me back, I will fade away
And not live long in the world of men.

If go you must, this I will tell you;
Nine months hence on this hillside,
I will charge my sister to bring our babe
Here secretly, for you to raise.

When I pass from the mortal world
I will meet you at the gates
Of the Otherworld;
And this time, we will not be parted.



© Copyright 2/8/06
Beth Johnson
(Mystic Amazon)


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Brighid Dances

Brighid dances among the candle's flame
Watch her dance in Imbolc's light
She dances merrily in the soft moonlight
The crocus sparkles with dew

Brighid dances amongst the candles white
Blessing me with her warm beauty
Against the cold of night
I hear the sparrow singing

Brighid dances in the flowers
Soon spring will be here
Blessed by beauty, blessed by cheer
Nature soon awakens

Brighid dances in my heart
Enveloping me with her love
Brighid Dances in my dreams
Her beauty as bright as the candle flame


By
Mindy Rose (cerridwen_nightwolf) 2-08-2006

Thanks Christal, your poem really made me laugh.
DV The Bee

--- In paganpoetssociety@yahoogroups.com, "Christal"
<avalon_calling@...> wrote:
>
> I love this poem and was inpired to write  my own slightly humorous
> version LOL.
>
>  Pointy Hat Club
>  I'm a member of the pointy hat club
>  but please, make no mistake.
>  I do not fly to Mars each night
>  and my nose is not green or fake
>
>  My cats name is Lily not Satan
>  and yes she is black indeed
>  but be not afraid of the darkness
>  for harming you is not my creed
>
>  No, my tea will not kill you
>  for poison is not my way
>  but if sniffles and headaches consume you
>  you may want to heed what I say
>
>  My broom is for sweeping not flying
>  I understand if you give me the snub
>  This path that I follow is different
>  I'm a member of the pointy hat club.

Hi
I've been lurking forever. Thought I'd send one of my poems in!!

                           Mother Time


                        I am an older woman
                      you do not know my name
                 I've been around for quite some time
                      and I know all your pain

                  I'll come and greet you near and far
                 with the longing of moonlight's flight
               I'll come and listen to the beat of your heart
                     within the dark of night

                   You do not stand alone my friend
                      a single tick of the clock

                         I am an older woman
                        you do not know my name
                 I've been around for quite some time
                        and I know all you pain

                   I am the mother of all mothers
                      the first star in the sky
                  I've been around for quite some time
                        and always at your side

Here's the second Pantoum.

MOTHER PANTOUM


	 I met a woman on the road
	 She looked a lot like me
	 I stared at her and shouted
	 Is this my legacy?

	 She looked a lot like me
	 Fire balls shot from her eyes
	 Is this my legacy?
	 She answered, watch the moon will rise

	 Fire balls shot from her eyes
	 And from her lips, the breath of life flows
	 She answered, watch the moon will rise
	 Full of wisdom to bestow

	 And from her lips, the breath of life flows
	 Full Moon Mother, a sister's code
	 Full of wisdom to bestow
	 I met a woman on the road.

I loved this! Thanks- Deborah Voith (the Bee)

- In paganpoetssociety@yahoogroups.com, "Stephen Clark"
<loreman1@...> wrote:
>
> I am a member of the Broom Flyers' Union
> I say this smiling and proud
> But I say this not just to anyone
> And no card I carry for it is not allowed
>
> 'Harm none, do what you will'
> That is our creed
> While helping others my heart with love does fill
>
> To educate
> Is a goal of a Wiccan
> Myth and truth we do separate
> So centuries of untruths are undone
>
> Others' spiritual paths we do tolerate
> And we ask the same in kind
> We work against prejudice and hate
> Which come from the uneducated mind
>
> I am a member of the Broom Flyers' Union
> I say this to you
> And hopefully when I am done
> A new friendship I'll accrue
>

I'm sending in three pantoums that I've written. (Maiden, Mother and
Crone) Here's the first one.
   The Bee


	 Maiden Pantoum

	 She walks in shining youth
	 as village men turn and gaze
	 inside shines the light of truth
	 passed from elder women sage.

	 As village men turn and gaze
	 a witchy magic flowers
	 passed from elder women sage
	 there flows an old and ancient power

	 A witchy magic flowers
	 as generations of women dance
	 there flows an old and ancient power
	 hidden in the mist of evanesce.

	 As generations of women dance
	 under a moon full, transcending truth
	 hidden in the mist of evanesce
	 She walks in shining youth.

Here's the last one-

CRONE PANTOUM



	 By the twinkling of her eye
	 Something ancient, spellbound comes
	 Cauldron, crystal, smoke and scry
	 Nature mystic, a twilight song drums

	 Something ancient, spellbound comes
	 cast the circle, raise the night
	 Nature mystic, a twilight song drums
	 when Elements charge her magick sight

	 Cast the circle, raise the night
	 She brings her wisdom here to last
	 when Elements charge her magick sight
	 As a dark moon spell is cast

	 She brings her wisdom here to last
	 as a dark moon spell is cast
	 She sends the magick far and high
	 by the twinkling of her eye

Awesome poems!
Beth


--- In paganpoetssociety@yahoogroups.com, "Christal"
<avalon_calling@...> wrote:
>
> I love this poem and was inpired to write  my own slightly
humorous
> version LOL.
>
>  Pointy Hat Club
>  I'm a member of the pointy hat club
>  but please, make no mistake.
>  I do not fly to Mars each night
>  and my nose is not green or fake
>
>  My cats name is Lily not Satan
>  and yes she is black indeed
>  but be not afraid of the darkness
>  for harming you is not my creed
>
>  No, my tea will not kill you
>  for poison is not my way
>  but if sniffles and headaches consume you
>  you may want to heed what I say
>
>  My broom is for sweeping not flying
>  I understand if you give me the snub
>  This path that I follow is different
>  I'm a member of the pointy hat club.
>
>
> --- In paganpoetssociety@yahoogroups.com, "Stephen Clark"
> <loreman1@h...> wrote:
> >
> > I am a member of the Broom Flyers' Union
> > I say this smiling and proud
> > But I say this not just to anyone
> > And no card I carry for it is not allowed
> >
> > 'Harm none, do what you will'
> > That is our creed
> > While helping others my heart with love does fill
> >
> > To educate
> > Is a goal of a Wiccan
> > Myth and truth we do separate
> > So centuries of untruths are undone
> >
> > Others' spiritual paths we do tolerate
> > And we ask the same in kind
> > We work against prejudice and hate
> > Which come from the uneducated mind
> >
> > I am a member of the Broom Flyers' Union
> > I say this to you
> > And hopefully when I am done
> > A new friendship I'll accrue
> >
>

Beautiful!  I loved this.
Beth



--- In paganpoetssociety@yahoogroups.com, "cerridwen_nightwolf"
<halfmoonpearl@...> wrote:
>
> Brighid Dances
>
> Brighid dances among the candle's flame
> Watch her dance in Imbolc's light
> She dances merrily in the soft moonlight
> The crocus sparkles with dew
>
> Brighid dances amongst the candles white
> Blessing me with her warm beauty
> Against the cold of night
> I hear the sparrow singing
>
> Brighid dances in the flowers
> Soon spring will be here
> Blessed by beauty, blessed by cheer
> Nature soon awakens
>
> Brighid dances in my heart
> Enveloping me with her love
> Brighid Dances in my dreams
> Her beauty as bright as the candle flame
>
>
> By
> Mindy Rose (cerridwen_nightwolf) 2-08-2006
>

Loved it! I'm flattered that my poem inspired your own humorous one.

Stephen

--- In paganpoetssociety@yahoogroups.com, "Christal"
<avalon_calling@...> wrote:
>
> I love this poem and was inpired to write  my own slightly
humorous
> version LOL.
>
>  Pointy Hat Club
>  I'm a member of the pointy hat club
>  but please, make no mistake.
>  I do not fly to Mars each night
>  and my nose is not green or fake
>
>  My cats name is Lily not Satan
>  and yes she is black indeed
>  but be not afraid of the darkness
>  for harming you is not my creed
>
>  No, my tea will not kill you
>  for poison is not my way
>  but if sniffles and headaches consume you
>  you may want to heed what I say
>
>  My broom is for sweeping not flying
>  I understand if you give me the snub
>  This path that I follow is different
>  I'm a member of the pointy hat club.
>
>
> --- In paganpoetssociety@yahoogroups.com, "Stephen Clark"
> <loreman1@h...> wrote:
> >
> > I am a member of the Broom Flyers' Union
> > I say this smiling and proud
> > But I say this not just to anyone
> > And no card I carry for it is not allowed
> >
> > 'Harm none, do what you will'
> > That is our creed
> > While helping others my heart with love does fill
> >
> > To educate
> > Is a goal of a Wiccan
> > Myth and truth we do separate
> > So centuries of untruths are undone
> >
> > Others' spiritual paths we do tolerate
> > And we ask the same in kind
> > We work against prejudice and hate
> > Which come from the uneducated mind
> >
> > I am a member of the Broom Flyers' Union
> > I say this to you
> > And hopefully when I am done
> > A new friendship I'll accrue
> >
>