Poems
Before Time Was Before time was, there was The One; The One was all, and all was The One. And the vast expanse known as the universe was The One, all wise, all pervading, all powerful, eternally changing. And space moved. The One molded energy into twin forms, equal but opposite, fashioning the Goddess and God from The One and of The One. The Goddess and God stretched and gave thanks to The One, but darkness surrounded them. They were alone, solitary save for The One. So they formed energy into gases and gases into suns and planets and moons; They sprinkled the universe with whirling globes and so all was given shape by the hands of the Goddess and God. Light arose and the sky was illuminated by a billion suns. The Goddess and God, satisfied by their works, rejoiced and loved, and were one. From their union sprang the seeds of all life, and the human race so that we might achieve incarnation upon the Earth. The Goddess chose the Moon as her symbol, and the God the Sun as his to remind the inhabitants of Earth of their creators. All are born, live, die and are reborn beneath the Moon and Sun; All things come to pass thereunder, and all occurs with the blessings of The One, the Goddess and God, as has been the way of existence since before time was.
Witch She sees faeries And talks to her herb garden.
And everyone laughs. She feels colors,
And says there is magic in the moon.
And everyone laughs. She never hurts anyone
And loves her oak tree like a child.
And everyone laughs. She always helps a stranger
And the neighborhood strays adore her
And everyone laughs. She sits and cries
And mumbles to the shadows,
And no one cares. Once her hair was long and bright,
Now it is a matted mess
And no one cares. She used to dance among the trees,
Now she can't find them
And no one cares. Dreams of magic fill her days;
Magic she can almost touch.
And no one cares. The day she died her herbs did, too.
And her oak tree bowed its limbs.
A single candle burned in her window
With naught there but the cats.
And no one understands... Morgan Stardancer
Witch's Rune Darksome night and shining moon
Harken to the Witches Rune
East then South, West then North
Here come I to call thee forth. By all the powers of land and sea
Be obedient unto me.
Wand and pentacle, cup and sword
Harken ye unto my word Cords and censor, scourge and knife
Waken all ye into life
Powers of the witches blade
Come ye as the charge is made. Queen of heaven, field and dell
Send your aid unto this spell.
Horned hunter of the night
Work my will by magick rite. By all the might of moon and sun
As I do will, it shall be done
By all the powers of land and sea
As I say, so mote it be. Traditional
The Celts Long Long Ago Beyond the Misty Space
Of Twice a Thousand Years,in Erin Old there Dwelt A Mighty Race,
Taller Than Roman Spears;
Like Oaks and Towers They had A Giant Grace,
Were fleet As Deers
with Winds and Waves They Made Their 'Biding Place
These Western Sheperd Seers. Thier Ocean God Was Mananann Mac Lir,
Whose Angry Lips,
In There White Foam, Full Often Would Inter
Full Fleets Of Ships;
Crom Was There Day God, And Their Thunderer,
Made Morning And Eclipse;
Bride Was Their Queen of Song, And Unto Her
They Prayed With Fire Touched Lips. Oh Inspired Giant! Shall We E'er Behold,
In Our Own Time,
One Fit to Speak your Spirit On the Wold,
Or Seize your Rhyme?
One Pupil in the Past, As Mighty Souled
As in the Prime,
Were The Fond,Fair, and Beautiful and Bold-
They, Of Your Song Sublime! D'Arcy McGee
17th Century Irish Poet
Epona So She came to me at midnight
Arrayed in laughter
Arrayed in delight
And said, "When you, my nocturnal friend,
Enter the night,
From beginning to end,
Soaked in moonlight
Remember that
The Mare has risen
In your chest
Your throat
Indeed, has risen beyond your means,
To spread wide her mane with jewels
That roam and sing This Mare -
She spikes the vein of outlaw dreams. The shapeshifting silver of her heart
Will thunder into your blood
Casting all of your wildness into art
As only a glittering NightMare could." by Maureen Pattarelli
Some of My Ancestors are Horses Some of my ancestors are horses
Who whicker at the edges of my mind
They come to me at night
Looking for sugar and soft strokes
I whisper secrets into their throats Laughing my love along their withers
And water their manes with my tears. The velvet offerings of their muzzles
And singing grace of their gallop
Laces the jagged pain of my memories
Into a tapestry of knowing
Like silk
Which haunts and chases down my dreams Some of my ancestors are horses
Who gather the edges of my heart
And weave the damage done
Into a brilliant brocade
That speaks the animal language of
Instinct and protection. This brocade is my voice
As I call down its power
I am covered with
Silver mesh and jewels
Silk and shadows
Thundering horses
And gathering storms I wake to the taste of metal in my throat And then I know that
Some of my ancestors are horses
Who surround the edges of my spirit
They paw the ground and scent the wind
As my demons writhe
In the dust and despair of my own making by Maureen Pattarelli
The Goddess Within I dance in my mind
to the music my passion provides.
I feel bound by the constraints
that my body limits me to.
By the constraints of my surroundings....
...the people...
...the bus...
... my room... So in my mind there is a grassy hill,
a place of peace where a lady dances
to the music that plays in her heart...
A place where no one else can go,
where no one has to wonder or contemplate her sanity... She spins, surrounded by silk and satin,
swirling 'round her soul. Sometimes black, red, white... Sometimes
green, gray, or purple...
But forever she dances on... Keeping beat to my heart, turning with
The cycles of the earth...
Swirling in time to my confusion...
Stomping her feet to the throbbing of my anger,
But always at peace, somehow, in a world
that, by necessity, is separate from mine. by Cateline
Invocation to the Moon I come into your garden fair,
To Waltz upon the dew.
To look upon your handiwork,
While morning still is new. I come into your meadow fair,
To laugh upon the lawn,
To stare upon a red-blue sky,
Working magic come the dawn. I come into your forest fair,
To sing among the trees,
To sway carefree amidst the leaves
Come full the noon-day breeze. I come into your greenwood fair,
To watch the sunlight play,
As it dances towards the dusk,
And sparkles like the fey. I come into your grove so fair,
The cloak of night comes round,
To gather stars within its sweep
And shine upon the ground. I come upon your world so fair,
And think on what I've seen
Then fall to sleep with Gods of old,
And dream on moon-beam wings. by Patricia Telesco
The Beginning When the moon is white against the winter sky...
and the Ladies face shines down, you feel no shame. The sins are gone, they were never really there. You'll hear the voice that has always called your name.
You'll dance, you'll sing, to a song that always been... But you'll never ever, ever be the same. by Pentad
Can You Imagine? (For the Child in All of Us) Can you imagine a world without witches,
A world with all people the same?
Where the only known dragons are hiding in books,
And children are terribly tame? A world without magic would be sad indeed.
I cannot imagine the pain
Of having a world where there's no Santa Claus,
Where wizards are searched for in vain. Can you imagine a world without spells,
That science and businesses run?
And think of the sadness a unicorn feels
When he no longer plays in the sun. Can you imagine a world without witches,
No elves, and no magical pools?
And can you imagine how dull it would be
If all that we had were the schools? I cannot imagine a world without witches,
A world with no magical wand.
A world without beauty, or even a dream,
Or a wood sprite of whom to be fond. They say I should grow up and be more mature,
Like a normal adult ought to do.
But I'd rather, at night, go to dance with a witch,
And I'll bet that you feel that way, too. by Robert F. Potts © 1996
Circle Casting Circle of starlight,
Circle of fire,
filled with enchantments
bright with desire.
Turning, turning,
beginning to end;
end to beginning
again and again. Circle of wisdom,
Circle of love,
Silver with moonbeams
bright from above.
Circle of death,
Circle of re-birth,
Circle of the Mother Earth. Shining, shining,
forever and ever.
Spinning, spinning,
ending never.
Weaving the threads
of the midnight hour.
Weaving the web of Goddess power. AN YE HARM NONE, LOVE,
DO WHAT THOU WILT! Unknown
Bonfires A circle gathered round a roaring pit
All joining hands to bask within it's glow
And under Moon crowned sky all starry lit
We sing and praise the Power's shadowed flow. For some the flames form dancing Dragon's wing
And other smoke wrought visions climb the air
For all a caring closeness will this bring
And psychic current bonding hearts to share. We charge this timeless place between the worlds
To call the Goddesses love within our hearts
And join with her our joyous souls unfurled
Our spirits dance with her by ancient arts. This night forever captured in this glade
To see old souls re-met and friendships made. By J.A. Bordeaux
Bright Blessings Earth Mother, Giver of life
Strengthen me during my life-long strife.
Teach me your ways of perfect love,
peace, and wisdom true.
Spawn from my purest heart
These words to you
May this prayer help me to better
myself in word and deed,
To a higher plane I shall succeed.
Beautiful light of goodness fair
Lore of old we both do share
A Witch's brew, I drink to you
My love for you, by day, by night
In thought and in sight
Will my soul learn
the meaning of this life again. Gina T. Ranney
Call to the Lord and Lady She lives and breathes upon the Earth
Her wheel spins round the hub of June
She is the web of life and birth
Her smile floats softly with the moon Heart of life, and caring mother
Loving sister, noble princess
Firebird spirit, restless lover
Shadowy hidden sorceress His strength is there in mountains high
his lightning fly's from air and cloud
His horn heralds the wild hunt's ride
He quickens forest, roaring proud Children's friend, protecting father
Watchful brother, noble fighter
Laughing wise one, dark magister
Player of pipes, thoughtful shepherd Their faces many, countless names
Pan, Diana, Zeus, Astarte
Teachers from dreams, oracle's flames
Speak, and guide us within our hearts Jeff Bordeaux
Celtic Warrior Brave and proud,
He stood his ground,
A warrior painted blue.
A brazen man
Defends his clan
And to his word stays true.
Long hair flowing,
Into the night going
To the hills to find his peace.
So long the battle
In his head rattled!
He releases to the breeze
A cry that rolls
From his very soul
For the brothers,
Who by Death's hand,
Were taken aside
With courage and pride,
O'er to the Summerland.
A last small prayer
And he's done there
With what he has to do.
Then heads for home
No more alone...
This warrior painted blue. Morgan Stardancer
Dragon Song The Dragon sang to me last night,
In the Dream time he appeared.
His wondrous song filled me with joy
Tho' the words seemed slightly weird.
"Listen with your heart, dear one,"
He spoke in Dragon tongue.
"Don't worry; soon you'll understand.
Your Listening Heart's still young."
I opened up my soul to him;
And Was filled with ecstasy.
He sang of when the world was new
And dragons yet roamed free.
I cried for when banished they
Became at hands of men;
"Why can't you do something?
"Can't you be free again?"
The Dragon sighed, a heavy sound,
Replied in saddened tones,
"Non-believers banished us
Into the Astral zones.
Some believed us evil things -
A menace they must kill.
Indeed, some young were slaughtered
Which strengthened our will.
No more would humans be our friends!
Well, maybe just a few...
Just those with hearts of purity
And good intent, like you.
They must be Seekers of the Truth
And bear a special spark -
That one which burns bright enough
To bring Light to the Dark.
Call on us and we'll be there
Even tho' you may not see us,
For those of you whom we can trust
Have the power to free us."
When I awoke, yes, he was gone,
And part of me was so bereft,
But looking deep within myself
I found something that he left:
A peaceful joy, a knowledge
That this would not be all;
To have his guidance and his love
All I need do is call. Morgan Stardancer
Lost Children The world has gone to rock and stone
And parking spot lie where seeds were sown-
And some say that we're now alone-
But onward goes the dance. The trees grow old, they break and die
While mankind heaves a careless sigh
And lets the passing years go by-
While the old ones leap and prance. But while man sleeps within his self-made lie,
The gnomes and fairies sing by and by
While the elves and dwarves sound the cry-
Wake up, come back and live! For within these concrete citadels,
These useless, hollow armored shells,
No love for Mother Nature dwells,
And no affection will they give. So come down to the trees, where the rivers run,
And the sun smiles down on where life's begun,
And the moon grins at the merrymaking and the fun
That their children will always know. For a day will come when the fairies and the elves will meet
The gnomes and the dwarves, and they both shall greet
Their long-lost children, and all will dance, drink and eat
Side by side, like things were long ago. Firefly
Painted Leaves Lazy summer afternoon
Lie beneath the trees
Stare into the clear blue sky
Reminisce your dreams
Your eyes are like the rays of sun
Splashed down between the leaves
Your face takes on a peaceful glow
As your spirit leaves
Sail across the golden clouds
Above the tree tops tall
Your eyes become the rainbow of
The painted leaves of fall Spiritwind
Oak Tree Lay my body 'neath an Oak tree
Give my roots to Mother Earth
Take me back through my childhood
Let me see the beauty of rebirth I have walked this path of mine in silence
Bowed my head in awe of the Sun
Bathed naked in the light of Mother Moon... Now I hear the voices of the wind
Was that whisper of time that set me free
I'm a living legacy to the Ancients
Feel their power rise in me Ancient breezes cross the meadow blow
Bring the Goddesses voice to my ear
Songs of the Raven - Voice of the night
Soothe my mind - Quell my fright
Bring me strength written in stone
Cradle my soul - No longer alone Pale moon light through leaves of Autumn
Sense the fragrance of rebirth
Softly calls me to the waters edge
To wade in the womb of her Earth Bound by blood... Generations of life
Their Magic touches my soul in the night
Awakened to the call of far distant shores
I am weaving myself into the fabric once more
Time spun 'round me - warm cocoon
The loving arms of Mother Moon I awaken and breathe in - There is life within 1996 Tayame
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