Poetry competition CLOSED 30th January 2024 11:19am
WINNER
PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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WHEEL in the skies
Poetry Contest Description
astro poetry
Here is a short description, write a poem or short text, any length or style except not any explicit erotica.
Write about YOUR OWN astrological start sign
The poem or text will include what part of the wheel of the year you
were born in. There might be different types but I stick to the average
the one that include the so called heathen festivals.
These being
Yule: December 19-23
Imbolc: February 1-2
Ostara: March 19-23
Beltane: April 30 – May 1
Litha/Midsummer: June 19-23
Lughnasadh: August 1-2
Mabon: September 20-24
Samhain: October 31 – November 1
I agree totally with some active groups that actually this is best called
animism. All these so called heathen beliefs come from pre Christian times. Astrology is said to originate from Egypt
IF you wish not to include any of the above festivals then at least include
your season of birth to make this more neutral for those who refrain from
heathen festivals
Anyhow, write me an entry
one per poet
title your entry please
no maximum
minimum of 50 words
no hate speech please
one month
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my own
Pagan roots
Stone grinds out a diamond arc,
trilithons frame the heel.
Beasts of burden free from field,
parade around the fire's wheel.
Rural beacons blind the night,
shadows leap above the flames,
marking out the crops new height,
all-fathers play their manly games.
Sun passes power onto leaf,
vervain, trefoil, rue and rose
sleep to dream of loves new lease,
the bard within reclaims belief.
trilithons frame the heel.
Beasts of burden free from field,
parade around the fire's wheel.
Rural beacons blind the night,
shadows leap above the flames,
marking out the crops new height,
all-fathers play their manly games.
Sun passes power onto leaf,
vervain, trefoil, rue and rose
sleep to dream of loves new lease,
the bard within reclaims belief.
Written by Razzerleaf
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Poem with no rhyme
I let my thoughts fly
and free myself from worries.
I open my heart and connect my essence.
I look at the blue sky and feel at peace.
I watch the celestial Wheel
marveling at its splendor...
the clock of the universe
and the map of my soul.
The Wheel is the different facets of life
that affect our energies and actions.
The Wheel intersperses our shadows and virtues.
Wheel of life,
cycle of death and rebirth,
Wheel of destiny,
path of evolution and growth.
I behold the heavenly Wheel
and I admire the stars that illuminate
and reveal my path
encourage me to be who I am.
I belong to the crab sign
ruled by the silver moon...
emotional, affectionate and friendly.
I'm from the year of the rabbit
Associated with the wood element...
calm, wise and courteous.
I am from the lent flower
decorated with purple...
artistic, mystical and curious.
That's what they say and tell
in so many legends and tales
and I simply know nothing,
I just look at the sky and breathe.
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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I am Libra, Faithful and True
I am Libra, faithful and true
in the veiled realm of mysticism
with the mysterious shadows dance
to my heritage my birth sign
under the scales of samhain
I dance to the end of summer
looking towards its temporary death
to welcome the twilight hued autumn
and face spirits in their mystic trance
For upon this cosmic tapestry the veil between realms opens
and Libra's grace a beacon of love
entice them out who repose in otherworldly realms
Being born beneath the autumn's waning moon
I know Samhain's embrace my spirit remembers
I sit on balanced scales seeking harmony
between this world and theirs
in the veiled realm of mysticism
with the mysterious shadows dance
to my heritage my birth sign
under the scales of samhain
I dance to the end of summer
looking towards its temporary death
to welcome the twilight hued autumn
and face spirits in their mystic trance
For upon this cosmic tapestry the veil between realms opens
and Libra's grace a beacon of love
entice them out who repose in otherworldly realms
Being born beneath the autumn's waning moon
I know Samhain's embrace my spirit remembers
I sit on balanced scales seeking harmony
between this world and theirs
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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