SHAMANISM DRUIDISM HERMETICISM

(this is long but its very informative)


The ancients were thoroughly adept at figurative, archetypal, symbolical and enigmatic forms of arcane creative expression.  I want the participators to write a poem about both sides of existence, favoring one or the other, emphasizing coalescence of one and the other, or  comparing, depicting, inspecting or explaining both sides, and truly this seems vague but this concept is universal and can be mirrored infinitely.

ONE EXAMPLE OF EXAMPLES
Good bad,
feminine masculine,
exploitative or altruistic,
benevolent malevolent,
yin or yang and yoni or phallus,
William Blakes prolific or devouring,
Freud's prohibitive and permissive,
devil god,
decadent to spirit-filled,
involution and evolution of the universe or creatures,
growth and decay of a nation,
serpents being malign and cunning,
serpents also being known for profound wisdom,
good sides of the dark,
bad sides of the light,
and vice versa,
how with my torch of light i could guide you,
i could also blind you,
and with the dark abyss it could scare you,
but it's depth and infinitude can teach you,
of course there is millions more of these examples.

SECOND EXAMPLE OF EXAMPLES
You mold the shadow you cast,
you seed what blooms,
you reap what you sow,
as within as without,
the all is in the all,
the single is in the many,
law of attraction,
the irony of synchronicity,
all aids this whats in your mind creates destiny,
the fabric of reality and your soul conspire esoterically,
your problems,
your strengths,
your affinities,
your vocational roles within the world,
the damn world you were born to in the first place,
as for me i realize there is a lot to learn from this world,
even if it has its faults,
and those faults i see them mirror my karmic outplaying,
and also my dharmic potential,
look up how a neuron is so damn similar to the universe in structure,
as above so below,
the individual psyches mirror the collective of the nation,
the family many ways moreso than not mirror the collective,
viewing reality with pretensions,
reality would likely take on that appearance,
man believes reality to be one thing,
but it may just be something else,
the veils of appearance,
what the vedic sages call Maya,
what martin Heidegger calls mysteria,
the illusions of the modern world,
symbolism is allusions and associations that can be made,
and some occult maxims like as above so below,
aid in this mirroring understanding,
concerning ubiquitous universal happenings,
so write poems about the mirroring nature that is very replete,
and also the many symbolical ways of expression,
like as it rains water permeates the earth,
or how rain is associated with the blues or sadness,
but how very good is it...for rain to fall on dry earth,
or like one of my ryhmes which is,
"there is death for life one sows and of woes as prosperity out of trife".



This is esoteric knowledge and i want to see what others can versify in terms of there own understanding concerning this ebb and flow, flux and influx alternating all-pervading theme of existence, and its countless varying natures.  It's also not always a dichotomy a lot can be explained by the good or bad light or dark, but when you go deeper into symbolical knowledge like i said there can be very good sides to what may seem dark or scary, and very malign sides to what may seem like light and guidance.


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Beautifully designed competition.
How many poems maximum? New or old?
Any limit on words or genre (type)?

all up to you fellow poet, old or new, and as many as you like.. and thank u for the good comment!! and no limit any genre type n i jst updated it to be more understandable

.:LOST MEN: Survival of The 'illest:.


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Dear Child, remember this
         From the upper hand springs the beastly man...
                                          ...the better man if you understand

Know that once I was alone in a desert
       This desert was vast and so immense
                  and I was very lost

Weathered; parched & dry
         Having only a survivor’s frown
                                              I’d kill to be found

So then I prayed

When those feelings of being broken came
                                       I said to the gods & myself

                   “I shall not be of those who die a death as if lame
          So I will dream of being whole
    Allowing might & faith
to take its toll”

and
 then
      I swayed

Lost and broken; yet
    ready to kill
Life for me
     hadn’t found its thrill

And I rocked
      back & forth
             Then I rocked to & fro
                           
and then…out of nowhere

a stranger appears
                    Map in his hand and
                                   me with my tears



Faith…

How it sets things aright

I hit that stranger
with all of my
might

Divine Intervention sending
someone
to kill


My praying
           & swaying


Mapping sense
    ...with each kill
                                                                                                                                                                         








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THE FALLEN PRIEST / THE FALLEN PRIESTESS


Once our Pagan authority was not questioned

         Now we are thought to associate with the devil

Once we cure people using herbs, incantations

         Now even herbal cures are questioned

Once we were consulted for our wisdom

        Now our wisdom is called superstition

Once we directed the wise use of the earths resources

        Now deforestation and fracking ruin the earth

Once Kings and Queens, learned men and women consulted us

        No longer are we consulted on important things

We can only wait and watch for the catastrophe to occur

It may be too late for us to do anything.



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The Masculine in balance with the Feminine: the two becoming one. I wrote this poem when I first came out as Bisexual and Transgender and accepted my Hermaphroditic nature at long last. Powerful stuff!

-{ Maiden Man }-
A Meditation on My Soul  

I have often heard it said, that one can help their nature,
Yet mine is not the hard ways of men, but far, far softer.
I was born in my heart like a maid, romantic, and loving…
Yet, this world often lacks the fairer gift of understanding.
They say men should be rough and rowdy, but I am not!
I have a gentler nature and I am given to: much thought…
Now my face and form are smooth, and I dress feminine.
Does that make me so wicked, for being who I truly am?
 
Human terms mean naught to one who is beyond them…
Whilst mortal eyes see but little: when they might so look.
Yet I have dreamed of things no mind can comprehend!
I have seen scriptures not written of in any sacred book.
Have you ever yearned with all your heart for any dream,
As, I have yearned to embrace a love with no limitations?
What beauty there is in fantasy: as bubbles in a stream…
The refinement of pleasure amidst joyous celebrations!
 
I have changed myself, to match my soul, for that is me…
And I shall carry myself, with a more enlightened dignity.
We are born to our nature, whatever that inclines us to!
God does not err, for was it not both as divine and true…
For me to be what I am inside and so display it, without?
And if I call Her my Goddess I will do so with no doubt.
I am what I was made to be, and I will love accordingly,
Mayhap a maid who will love me more, for my honesty!
 
Stretch forth your heart, as I bid, to embrace my spirit…
And I will be your illumination as you evolve beyond this,
The realm that would entrap and ensnare us as it sees fit!
Take my hand, and be the one to know my wanton kiss.
I am freedom, I am passion and I cannot be aught else…
Will she come to me, my dream lover, and become real?
I pray, that she will come to see the grace in how I felt…
When first I dreamed of a love that could, my soul, steal.
 
I can be her lover, her sister, her friend, and her beacon.
There is potential within me that I must not let weaken…
For I am a lady as much as a lord, for I am whole inside.
I have embraced a greater balance, and in it I will abide!
Let no man judge me for choosing the path I must walk,
It was preordained how I would look and think and talk.
I cannot change and go back to being what is not myself,
For I am true to my nature and in that is priceless wealth.
 
On the morrow I shall hope to glimpse the dawning sun…
Like a child I shall behold it, and see the newness of day.
I was as giddy for the moon, when this night had begun…
For I must indulge both joys, since that was ever my way.
Shall I love the lad within you lass, with such lusty fervor?
What a complex thing the soul can be, and yet so simple!
I would have you see me as I truly am and thusly confer…
More joys upon you than one gender could ever be able.

Here is the second poem I wrote from around the time when that first one "Maiden Man" was written. It has a similar subject to it.

-]} Enchantment’s Bright Star [{-

I wandered today in the gardens behind my home,
Amidst orange tiger lilies, and purple blossoms…
I felt the wind caress my skin, as I did there roam.
And I thought of its’ power, simple yet awesome!
Why do men deny enchantment when it is so fair?
There is so much beauty in this world, to embrace.
Can I describe for you delights beyond compare…
Such as the softness of silk, the touch of fine lace?
I do not see as male or female, as mortal or divine.
My eyes need no label, to define the things beheld,
As I anoint my lips, so that they are as red as wine.
I seek after the sensual, and for pleasures well felt,
For God is in the moment, and I seek illumination!
I find it in places and feelings where few will seek.
There is much enlightenment, in every sensation…
And in my quest for its’ wisdom I cannot be meek.
Oh to kiss an angel, to know her undying passions,
As easily as I have known pains I cannot speak of!
So I lose myself in enchantment’s myriad fashions,
I walk amongst those flowers dreaming about love.

Enchantment’s bright star, shines in deep evening…
Brighter than its’ peers, and more sparkling in hue!
I walk beneath the light that shines down gleaming,
And my heart holds childlike wonders to come true.
I dance in the garden, my heartbeat racing so mad…
For though no one sees me, I can see my own spirit.
Do angels dance with me and if so are they as glad,
As this brief instant, when I live, and do not fear it?
I know what held me back before, and I dare defy…
The oppression of this era and all of its’ idle mores.
There is a great chaos within me that I cannot deny,
And I know such art as neither slumbers nor snores.
Fireflies sparkle all about me, and I see their flight,
Weaving here and there, as these wisps dance well!
They trace arcane patterns, across the black night…
And in them I behold things of which only few tell.
I am not alone in the garden for the angels descend,
Or am I merely lost in light illusions bliss bestows?
I feel like flying on a cloud, my spirit to so ascend!
But I am bound in flesh, as any scholar well knows.

Another life, another time, I was a woman, a man…
I was a boy, a girl, perhaps both or perhaps neither.
Am I all this, and is this then also some divine plan?
I have seen the truth, and broken past every tether!
Embracing androgynous beauty I see my true form,
Dancing in a garden, as I await the coming of dawn.
I feel a cool rain, and I know it will bring the storm,
As the droplets pour down my skin, upon the lawn.
I am one with the elements, one with the universe…
Like the elfin lords of old, whose spells were magic.
I know that I can only convey so much within verse,
And I fear that my words will fail me, so very tragic.
This age has lost so much yet the treasure is there…
Within and without, a kingdom waiting to be found!
I speak so that I may by doing so, the beauty share.
The magic is in my very being, music with no sound,
And yet I think I hear it, and it is not so very distant.
We need not dwell so far apart from every wonder,
For we can find the enchantment in one fast instant!
Like the calm before the storm: and its’ first thunder.

Circles

It is enevitable Returning to the infinite Springing forth from causless cause Ever to unfold and bloom The seed of life sown in death The seed of death sown in life Whats hidden to be revealed Whats revealed to be hidden again In an ever expanding universe All in the self the self in all Who can ponderthis riddle? Everything moves incircles Everything moves incircles Who can ponderthis riddle? The self in all All in the self In an ever expanding universe whats revealed to be hidden again Whats hidden to be revealed The seed of death sown in life The seed of life sown in death Ever to unfold and bloom Springing forth from causless cause Returning to the infinite It is inevitable

INCANTATION

By the foot of the tree
I wait for thee
Nights cloak embraces me
Soon to journey inwardly

Through the tunnel of time
I quote the inscriptions
Of sacremental invocations
Of the wisdom of the grape vine

The leaves of the trees
Fall like feathers
On its lightness
Shadows are balancing

Through the roots of the mother tree
I embark on my journey through the bottomless sea
Footprints of the earthen mother
Brought me back to life

Salamander hissing
In the breathless dark
As I lay on the moisted ground
Connected with the heartbeat sound

Of the wisdom of the land
The moon looks down upon me
Through her
I understand

Snake sheds its skin
The circle is completed
Birth of truth
From her belly comes spring

As I open
My eyes
Dawn fills
The skies

Nights and Daze

I'd always feel eager, though prepared for the worst
hesitant every time I crossed the flap, entered the tent
always careful in choosing my place in the circle
conscious of the white coals emitting intense heat
the dense smoke more of an assault initially than a purification
the elders would sit, still and solemn faced

sipping a special brew and smoking
passing a long pipe, adorned with an eagle head
becoming aware of life by dulling the mind to the rest
feeling only the weight of each body part, connected
of the earth below and the air around
breathing in deeply, letting go with each exhalation
in and out

until the darkness portrays light
and colors change as beams refract differently
perceptually, nothing is here
when everything is seen
grounded enough to take flight
going up to catch a truth that
brings me back down, to earth
life, seeing death and the juxtaposed cycles
the straight ahead is a circle here
surrendering to that which is
accepting that which isn't
to win and play again


I'd realize every time, the only way to keep anything
was to let it go
the only way to learn anything was to know nothing of it
the only path worth taking is comprised of a million journeys

the answers were all too simple
for any thinking person to understand

we'd perfect the alchemy of man
evolving every time we stopped
stood still long enough
to feel the spinning