poetry

Rain

Rain moves across my field of vision A curtain of silver sparkles falling, falling I marvel how water runs with such precision Packets of water jostling their way downhill The air is heavy with warmth and moisture A heavy drip drips upon my dampened hair A sound wave ripples by – crashing thunder Petrichor could indeed be bottled and sold Become vogue among natural fragrance The scent of choice for elementals A statement made simply by chance The patter of water droplets on the window Helps me sleep and totally relax I adore walking in the rain – drenched Rain, water in motion and nature’s syntax Washing away my anger and my pain A gift from the Gods – a statement And cleansing for all the profane      

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The Kiss of Death

  Deeper into nature Deeper into me Deeper into the forest, deeper Darker it grows and quieter In the depths of the Goddess I am truly free As I walk the pathway I catch a glimpse The woman of my dreams She laughs and dances Under a sunbeam I know I am to follow Deeper and deeper we go Darker and darker and so The dancers dance Until we reach the river The river of life And the woman asks me then Would I like a wife? I take her hand and we cross The lady grinning soul Pulls me closer An embrace for eternity And the kiss of death She takes my last breath Within her sweet kiss Time breaks down and stills Eternally kissed By the Goddess Hanging

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Tears of the New Day

When the rain falls Tears from heaven Moistening below The Gods say hello Showing their presence Washing the vibrant air The making of a new day And a new waterway But why do They cry? Why does the wind sigh? Rivers of tears, running by Falling from ashen sky And then a sight to behold Stretching from side to side A multicolored rainbow Laughter upon the God’s brow Cleansed, Fresh and new The Earths’ thirst slaked Life sustained, rearranged All continues unchanged  

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Older Guy

There comes a point in time When fashion doesn’t matter When music becomes a grating clatter When those old bones protest It hits you like a wall of bricks That you no longer can attract the chicks I’m an older guy Supposed to be refined And attractive in my way But I find I sigh And say I dunno What become of me These days I’d rather sleep than dance I’d rather stay in than get out Tired by ten I don’t doubt I dream of places I once was And faces of those I knew Rather than looking forward to anything new I’m an older guy That hint of sophistication Grows gray at my temple No matter how hard I try I see my face breaking down With the

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Lockdown Blues

  I spent these last month’s in a forced isolation Learning another way to live I didn’t really miss you all to tell the truth It was a joy to walk in silence in nature To hear the sound of birds singing Or the bees humming I didn’t miss your litter Nor your drunken screams and shouts At two in the morning Leaving the pub or disco club I didn’t miss the traffic jams And impatient toots of horns I didn’t miss your hissy fits Nor your selfish behavior Spring happened and for once It felt like it must have done Once, aeons ago under a pagan Sun I tracked the Moon phases From New to Full width We walked full circle She and I Without humanity there We communed

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Astral Messages

Deep and deeper into fiery depths Down and down ‘neath the cooling stillness Where obscured symbols serve for words And standing stones encircle scented voids Ancient primordial creatures stir And other strange images form down there Midst blue and emerald mind mists And the elemental mysteries of inner Earth Where fires’ flames lick and dance And the shimmering air swirls entranced Crystalline waters trapped as precious opals Sublime and regal royals enthroned Through all eternity as cold and darkened stones Images move and rise and fall Emerging, emerging and then not at all Half-formed figures born floating linger Whispers and soundless sounds as tinder To spark and fuel those inner flames Astral messages calling ancient names Billowing, enduring truths exclaimed   From the book Astral Messages: The Poems and Thoughts

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Words

All it takes is the right piece of music And the words, they come rushing out Spilling roughly onto paper In my head delivered as a shout The beat gives me rhythm The bass is the pounding pulse Somehow the words emerge From some deep subconscious impulse To speak To communicate To tell the world What I feel To give you sight Of my emotion The urge to create My words replicate All it takes is a moment of derision And floods of letters emerge Presorted concepts, nouns and verbs Their meaning once submerged Deep within my being Deep within my vibrant soul Ideas forming and silently screaming To resonate in birth, almost whole To speak To communicate To tell the world What I feel To give you sight Of

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The Dream

Can you play a tune or Strum a chord Sing a harmony? Can you close your eyes And see a vision or Hear a song And sing along? And if you can then Do you know what is real What is solid to the touch And what will disappear If you look too much? And when you dream Do you dream within that dream Is there some trick So that life is my dream And the dream my life? Turned inside out Perhaps you doubt What is real and what is not Are you just like me and think a lot About what and who you are? Where you came from And where you might go? When this dream is over  

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The Joys of Spring

Winter is a fading memory Veles is once again defeated As life breaks forth The cycle has repeated The point of balance passed And Earth is bathed in light Life emerges and thrives After sleeping through the night The Mother expresses her joy In the play of vital life Sol rides his chariot higher Hoping to glimpse the maiden The Goddess of love Spied on from above The dance has begun Fertility and fecundity springs Maiden will become Mother Pregnant with potential To spawn another cycle Of life and death  

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Perun

How mighty thou art O’ God of the skies Endlessly chasing the horned God of lies An immortal cycle of endings and beginnings And this is the meaning of the World It’s the darkness stealing the fire at night And the first glowing dawn of light It’s the creation of many Tested in the fires Some are destroyed Others forged in steel It is an ever turning wheel The cycle of life And death To begin We must have an ending And somewhere There is balance In the shifting sands of time The fleeting balance Of a line in creation A crack of thunder A line of light as Perun makes all right              

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