by Michelle Mac Donald |
Categories:
confusion, dedication, places,
No pagan crown of fossil lairs
Of him I write no verse nor song
T’is not a soup to stir nor share
When lending strength, to something wrong.
Seconds cloned from darkest matter
Mutated minutes dredged by fear
Mind confusion as reason shatters
Innocents lanced by emotion's spears.
Flowers edge the steps and fences
Prayers are uttered near a shrine
Notes of love, as grief commences
A vigil wrought by hearts sublime.
Picking up the scattered pieces
Light must shine to crack the dawn
Support can smooth the furrowed creases
Only hope can make their spirits strong.
by Randall Smith |
Categories:
love,
Where does this come from....
Were we educated at some time
And forgotten...
No.. we weren't....
We were royalty of a kind....
Welsh and proud...
Roman blood we had in us...
From time long past...
Pagan...Yes we were
And proud of the past
But we lost our future
to churches Lust.
But I have to say
to this very day....
That my mothers song
Fills my every day...
To be happy...and smile and sing
Is my legacy...from times
When we danced at the
Full moon...
Never to think of the past
But feel what is before us....
And sing....As there is
Nothing more important
Than the sunrise....
In a meadow...
On a hill.....
by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories:
faith, lovedance, god, heart, song, dance, god, heart, life, song,
We'll raise the flames of Beltane night,
in song and dance we'll celebrate,
espoused by fires in Pagan rite,
our god and goddess incarnate.
In song and dance we'll celebrate
among the flames of love's desire
our god and goddess incarnate,
my promise made beside the fire.
Among the flames of love's desire
a heart and soul have been declared
my promise made beside the fire,
and now my life with you is shared.
A heart and soul have been declared
to you my love, my Queen of May
and now my life with you is shared
as we unite upon this day.
To you my love, my Queen of May
espoused by fires in Pagan rite
as we unite upon this day,
we'll raise the flames of Beltane night.
by John Lawless |
Categories:
lust, romantic, sensual,
Resurrected love
Overpowers the pagan lusts,
Mitigates marauding insatiability,
Arousing within the valiant vixen
Nocturnal nuances to trap the moon,
Titillating a horizons distant need
Inciting the oarsmen in orgasmic rhythm
Cloth rippling in passion’s wind.
©2/16/2018
submitted to - Romantic-Acrostic – Poetry Contest
sponsor – John Hamilton
by Zakhe Michael Mcunu |
Categories:
appreciation, baptism, courage, dedication, farewell, god, goodbye,
I go where love is the key
I go where only hope seize
Let me go to the eternity
Where I will see splendid beauty
The beauty of stars and angels
Where the flowers blossom like in summer
There in the fallen misty mountains
There i shall see the great plains of Africa
And little houses looking like ants colonies
I go where all turmoil shall vanish
This is the home of all the kings of ancient times
Come with me so our names shall be remembered
Follow me to the bliss of pagan souls
Come hear how they are chanting your name
Hear the captain at the end of the bridge
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
august, betrayal, emotions, feelings, hurt,
Like gold gilt on a pagan idol;
under the bling lies a heart of stone.
For you abruptly abandoned me;
though you swore, I'd never be alone.
All of my hopes and dreams died within
the periphery of your disdain.
And wounded by your lies and deceit;
I struggled to justify my pain.
You had me believe in our future,
but that was merely part of your plan.
For reneging on promises made;
you morphed into a shell of a man.
Love was reduced to mere memories
after passion's flame flickered out.
And depression devastated me;
when I learned what you were all about.
by Shadab Shaikh |
Categories:
i love you, lost love, poetry,
SOMETHING BURNS INSIDE MY CHEST
BILE RISES IN MY THROAT
I MISS THOSE KISSES
I MISS THOSE HUGS
I MISS MY LOVE
SOMETHING BURNS INSIDE MY CHEST
BILE RISES IN MY THROAT
WHEN I SEE LOVERS ON STREET
MY EYES FEEL COLD
I LOOK DOWN AND TURN AROUND
TO LET MY TEARS FALL
SOMETHING BURNS INSIDE MY CHEST
BILE RISES IN MY THROAT
FISTS PUSH MY POCKETS DOWN
WITH SHOULDERS SHRUGGED ALONG
I WALK EMPTY STREETS ALONE AT NIGHT
TO TALK WITH PAGAN GOD
SOMETHING BURNS INSIDE MY CHEST
BILE RISES IN MY THROAT
by L'Nass Shango |
Categories:
friendship, love, seasons
And when the candles are lighted
And the balmy breeze blows
And when the stars are sighted
Where the river gently flows
And the red poinsettia kiss the eyes
And the holy carols are heard
As if angels were still in the skies
And shepherds still kept the herd
And when the season of Christmas
Come trolling from pagan lore
Loneliness make the heart sad, alas
And I miss you more and more.
by Nick Armbrister Jimmy Boom Semtex |
Categories:
abuse, death, dog, evil, food,
Dog Munchers
In China they have a Summer Solstice festival where they eat dogs. There's not a peace loving animal stroking pagan in sight. Instead its dog munchers. Lots of them. They're very busy, killing and eating.
Over 10,000 dogs are killed and eaten on ONE DAY.
Kept in cages. Condemned to die. No love here except for hungry Chinese. They adore their exotic delicacy. Some people even say the festival is for foreign tourists. Money is made on them.
We cry out in horror!
200,000 people signed a petition to stop it. Will it do any good? ENOUGH! Stop this awful act. It's not acceptable in a 21st Century world. Your Yulin festival is from the Dark Ages.
by William Masonis |
Categories:
devotion, faith, family, inspirational, love, peace,
This day is done and rest I must,
Let us lie the night together
Secure in Perfect Love and Perfect Trust.
by Yasemin Balandi |
Categories:
adventure, blessing, life, love, nature, spring, world,
Spring
Concupiscent foxes tame their offspring
Me thinks this is the first sign of spring.
Bumblebees bombinate above-head
As myriad dark clouds evaporate.
Daffodils undulate to the Zephyr
Snowdrops coruscant like Blake’s Faeries
A kaleidoscopic vision of buds and blooms
In our brittle hearts, making a large room.
Melodic voices of our babes
Joyous and a utopia trace
Nightingales sing a sweet song
Larks perform a pagan dance to the first bloom.
At last, Mother Earth sheds its dead skin
All creatures; great and small sing spring.
by Gail Lewis |
Categories:
absence, betrayal, break up, destiny,
Old Love
AS I lay awake on sleepless nights
Fighting for my soul to find
Its happiness
I wonder if your here
Watching me
In love once
Not to last
always a past though
Me and you
Where are you now
No one knows
The land lies still
Breathing not a word
The Valleys speak wisely
The crows sing their tune
Violently the sun spreads
I am still awake
Your stil on my mind
How can you leave
The love was too deep
My pagan roots too strong
To be bound by your past
by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories:
faith, mystery, summer, summer,
The beauty found within the summer flow’rs
As rival kings battle with solstice pow’rs
A daughter of gods who rule the wild sea
Creiddylad, promised as a wife to be
Gwythr her betrothed love, a deity.
Yet Gwyn stole her away to be his own,
So Oak and Holly kings’ battle has grown.
All for the love of the Queen of the May,
They fight on every solstice day
Dark against Light as the eternal way.
Their story told in Shakespeare’s tale of King Lear,
And in Pagan rites of Litha and Yule,
The old battle goes on year after year
As summer and winter each comes to rule.
by Athena Beauchamp |
Categories:
dream,
By Athena C. Beauchamp
I must say...
You invade the frigid wastelands of my dreams,
violating the seclusion of my sleep.
I welcome this invasion of my world,
as I welcome the strong refuge of your arms.
Somehow I knew that tonight you would come
for I have scented myself
with essence.
Draped my body in a silken gown,
now I wait your lingering caress.
My lips whisper your name
you come to me...
Dimming my senses
with the sweet opium of your kiss.
I open my self to you
you enter my very being,
together we dance
to the pagan love song,
choreographed by our desire
Performed upon the stages of our passion.
Copyright2000ACB
by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories:
faith,
When dancing in the lunar light,
Or toiling neath the summer sun
Within the circle and our rite
Of love, when all become as one.
There we heard the wisdom of trees
As chains of life so fell undone
In waves whispered an ocean breeze
Of love, when all become as one.
No longer shall we hide our ways
At last our fears we’re free to shun
Our pride in these the Pagan days
Of love, when all become as one.
When dancing in the lunar light
Of love, when all become as one.
by Chante Reeves |
Categories:
desire,
i want to be
the female entity
that you are
so madly infatuated with
i call you
mad pagan boy
i watch you fill up
with love
and magic
and extra levels of cosmos
not only do i burst with excitement
but i too am flooded
by deep dark seas of anxiousness
i burst
i tried to explain myself
more than once
misery eats me
knowing i cannot make you smile
and feel as she smiles and feels
by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories:
faith
At dawn the first rays of sun light,
That chase the shadows of the night
To keep the joyful spirits bright
This Solstice day.
The Henge’s, are the sacred place,
That music brings a smiling face
Fill with magic and Pagan grace.
Gather and play
By ritual, we celebrate
A marriage commemorate
Lift the chalice, intoxicate
Where the stones lay
The God and Goddess on this dawn
Do embrace the height of the morn
By Oath solemn that in love sworn
At sun’s first ray
The Earth mother in floral dress
A moment in time to assess
An answer to Pagan request
To dance and sway.
by John Lawless |
Categories:
confusion, dark, love,
So thus, the flaming red gives way to pink
As words that touched a heart now coldly sting
For love, poor bastard of a thousand nights,
Lays spent upon the failing lilt of wit
It has not died yet withers on thin vines
Beneath the pagan sky of winter’s hope
Kneels now before the tilted stones of dread
Awaits a passing shadow’s flaming heart
For there is darkness at the edge of love
An empty place where smold’ring embers cool
And dreams, that cry in memory of stones
And shadow’s that have failed to lead them home
For love is but the longing of two hearts
Its darkness where it ends, not where it starts
by Eric Otieno Rixpoet |
Categories:
inspirational, life, philosophy,
Forgiveness pays
Anger
Brings poverty
To the rich heart society
Prayers console
A pagan life
So empty
Darkness rules
Bitter people
They wither
Like olden stool
Love has no school
But we teach hatred
Like lost lambs
Passion drives
Sometimes to death
If wisdom is ill health
No light
Wrong flights
Bulbs lighten the proud
Only but at night
Who to trust, a plight
Egos chase heartbeats
In inspired rage
Dungeon fights
An ensue
Of kindled mights
That bite
Look at the sun
Be its son
Shine to bless
Don’t be just a man
by Donald Reith |
Categories:
religion,
In the perusing of the words to capture,
the reverential ideas that lead to the Rapture,
the satanic animal must be a snake, to non-believer,s, burn at the stake,
suicide bombs take me to Heaven, Twelve disciples minus Judas equals eleven,
Popes in robes and witches coves causing blood to flow from native doves,
virgins birthing little babies from ribs comes women, how amazing!
Parting rivers and rising from the dread, a pagan idol!, Off with his head!
So many people from such different lands,
Can,t we all Love Him whilst joining Hands.
by Patricia Cresswell |
Categories:
devotion,
home safe
still here awake, waiting.
sleep evades me
I write to you,
so quiet and dark
a summer peace has grown
around the house
Joey sleeps deeply in his bed
I write small homey things,
all grand notions long since
toddled off to bed.
soon the sun will rise
above the forest.
in kingly fashion, it will glide
over its devotees bowing
smiling at the pagan gratitude
for its return.
every moment is created
of love for you
I sit here and mould it into words
as a potter uses clay.
if I were, if I were…
dreams that are woven into
wishes that will one
day come true.
good night dearest.
by Justin Debrosse |
Categories:
allegory, lost, lost,
They float on feather hubcaps
Gypsy dance in the elegance of the sun
They grow antlers in venus spectrum
Holding backyard festivals, with pagan costumes
She is free
She can't see me
I am becoming
Always lost and returned again
We swirl around the fog of beach
The pallour in her eyes casts a glint
She's talking about memories gone
I'm mystified as the giant web unfurls
Hidden love, gone and deep
What remains of the lost city
Buried underneath our feet
Beauty of how things were
by Howard Osborne |
Categories:
celebration, december,
NOEL IN TIME
I’m neither pagan nor a druid
In the olden times it was Yule
And mead a much loved fluid
A log is better than daily gruel
Many believe in the Virgin birth
On the twenty fifth of December
It wasn’t then, for what it’s worth
Changed to fit, so you remember
With many hijacked pagan dates
Such that festivals neatly coincide
None should ever tempt the Fates
But many still love Christmastide
by Jonashea Cunningham |
Categories:
12th grade, age, april, art, blessing, faith, fantasy,
May the circle be open
yet unbroken may the
love of the goddess be ever
in your heart, merry meet
and merry part and merry
meet again.
sign jona love
by Mohamed Omar |
Categories:
cry,
They talk about love
But they make sex
Praise emotions
Running in motions.
Hallelujah the Lord while hugging Satan
Believing in the holy book but acting pagan
Goodness is just words.
Evil is guns and swords
Hard to oppose or fight
The moon refused to shine at night
Protesting human cruelty.
Can't take no more brutality .
23 Aug 2021