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PAR
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:53pm
9th Dec 2024 1:53pm
Unwitched
Ablaze bewitching conjurers dance.
Enchantment flames gather, hex ignite.
Enchantment flames gather, hex ignite.
#curse
#fire
#magic
#pagan
#witches
55 reads
6 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 4:59am
6th Dec 2024 4:59am
Incantations
Veiled, she sweeps back into view.
Conjured from thaumaturgist nights
the new moon in the old moon's lieu
has crescent gold for her last rites,
though lingering is not allowed
when her orbit has dates to keep,
behind clear skies, or cryptic cloud,
conducive to Morphean creep,
slowly...slewing...into...a...DREAM....
where sunlight off high castles bounce
into a laudanum lunar beam
and crater dragons lurk and pounce
in druidic charms of making...
another spell of love...awaking!
Conjured from thaumaturgist nights
the new moon in the old moon's lieu
has crescent gold for her last rites,
though lingering is not allowed
when her orbit has dates to keep,
behind clear skies, or cryptic cloud,
conducive to Morphean creep,
slowly...slewing...into...a...DREAM....
where sunlight off high castles bounce
into a laudanum lunar beam
and crater dragons lurk and pounce
in druidic charms of making...
another spell of love...awaking!
#magic
#pagan
167 reads
11 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 7:09pm
2nd Dec 2024 7:09pm
Meditrinalia
#lover
#magic
#mythology #pagan
#mythology #pagan
165 reads
6 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 10:24pm
14th Nov 2024 10:24pm
Broken-record
I.
I wish I was a Witch
imbued through grace
beget by the knowledge of Truth
to combat ignorance
I'd proudly proclaim the title
bowing to Mother Nature
for gifting me the moniker
of so brave the women
—maiden, mother, and crone—
who suffered under religiosity
from pointy fingers
and judgmental tongues
condemning them to death
II.
...
I wish I was a Witch
imbued through grace
beget by the knowledge of Truth
to combat ignorance
I'd proudly proclaim the title
bowing to Mother Nature
for gifting me the moniker
of so brave the women
—maiden, mother, and crone—
who suffered under religiosity
from pointy fingers
and judgmental tongues
condemning them to death
II.
...
#magic
#pagan
#universe #witches
#universe #witches
293 reads
24 Comments
BaldyBrown
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 3:22am
4th Nov 2024 3:22am
KOYAANISQATSI
There is a digital religion turning quantum-size gears
that’s chewed up the chicken bones and all our fears
An ancient’s purview of our new narcisstic hero
So fear not for he can see you in all your totality
Clever devil, the smartest one in Cornell’s hall
He says sister sky was once inside a little ball
Then BANG! Sincerely, give or take a few billion years
Put him in the cross-hairs of his own perspicacity
See for yourself through his own clever protocol
God is in the machine, and no god but he
Those among us who...
that’s chewed up the chicken bones and all our fears
An ancient’s purview of our new narcisstic hero
So fear not for he can see you in all your totality
Clever devil, the smartest one in Cornell’s hall
He says sister sky was once inside a little ball
Then BANG! Sincerely, give or take a few billion years
Put him in the cross-hairs of his own perspicacity
See for yourself through his own clever protocol
God is in the machine, and no god but he
Those among us who...
#astrology
#mythology
#pagan
#sky
#tradition
59 reads
0 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 12:25pm
31st Oct 2024 12:25pm
Witch
I think that I'd have been happy
if I'd been born a witch.
Without any toes but still able
to dance, and ride above
the steeples of
this green Jerusalem's churches.
To creep in through the chimney pots,
to make brews in the dark,
to draw a set of lots
on each Samhain
to see whose cattle dies this night.
A mark impervious to pain
spread out inside one arm, a dark wine stain
that says I'm joined
in what God leaves as undiscerned,
the skittering, the sins conjoined.
if I'd been born a witch.
Without any toes but still able
to dance, and ride above
the steeples of
this green Jerusalem's churches.
To creep in through the chimney pots,
to make brews in the dark,
to draw a set of lots
on each Samhain
to see whose cattle dies this night.
A mark impervious to pain
spread out inside one arm, a dark wine stain
that says I'm joined
in what God leaves as undiscerned,
the skittering, the sins conjoined.
#Halloween
#historical
#pagan #witches
#pagan #witches
80 reads
2 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 00:51am
31st Oct 2024 00:51am
My Name
Burning dark clouds,
fallen embers burn through night sky,
I am Mastema, the Veiled One,
Concealed out of sight,
Echo's of rebellion prophesied with fate,
A darkened mirror for the proud,
the serpent-tongued lure,
Creeps within our essence,
Heart's ambition lies tangled.
Fire and fallen gods,
Call me Melek Taus,
A feathered figure,
Draped in midnights robes of a starless black sky,
A black hole in a negative space,
Fires of souls burning
flickering in the night,
casting long shadows, ...
fallen embers burn through night sky,
I am Mastema, the Veiled One,
Concealed out of sight,
Echo's of rebellion prophesied with fate,
A darkened mirror for the proud,
the serpent-tongued lure,
Creeps within our essence,
Heart's ambition lies tangled.
Fire and fallen gods,
Call me Melek Taus,
A feathered figure,
Draped in midnights robes of a starless black sky,
A black hole in a negative space,
Fires of souls burning
flickering in the night,
casting long shadows, ...
#angels
#devil
#mythology
#pagan
#religion
78 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 4:50am
18th Oct 2024 4:50am
T-Minus One
Blasting up through horizon clouds
was a rocketing supermoon
soaring fast from the nimbus shrouds
and nary a moment too soon
to be free and clear in the blue
in glorious trajectory...
as golden as October brew
in heaven's own refectory...
or Valhalla's coldest saloon
where fair Valkyries attend the dead
by bearded axe and magic rune
and Viking sex in an ornate bed...
in the hunt for welkin stories
concordant with bright moonrise glories!
was a rocketing supermoon
soaring fast from the nimbus shrouds
and nary a moment too soon
to be free and clear in the blue
in glorious trajectory...
as golden as October brew
in heaven's own refectory...
or Valhalla's coldest saloon
where fair Valkyries attend the dead
by bearded axe and magic rune
and Viking sex in an ornate bed...
in the hunt for welkin stories
concordant with bright moonrise glories!
#moon
#mythology
#pagan
168 reads
6 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 6:05am
17th Oct 2024 6:05am
Jesus Gulf Stream Jet
Jesus in a 5’5” suit
Spouts about losing wayward friends
As he lifts off in a gulf stream jet
Righteousness in the name of Jesus
Speaks in a church that is a stadium
Paid for by sweat of his audience
Stalks the stage like a demon
But lost souls aren’t what he’s looking for
Deeper within but not your heart
Picks your pocket gains your wallet
Playing on God and decency
While he makes grand larceny
Tithes to heaven have meaning
Mansion on the hill means nothing to me
Somewhere in...
Spouts about losing wayward friends
As he lifts off in a gulf stream jet
Righteousness in the name of Jesus
Speaks in a church that is a stadium
Paid for by sweat of his audience
Stalks the stage like a demon
But lost souls aren’t what he’s looking for
Deeper within but not your heart
Picks your pocket gains your wallet
Playing on God and decency
While he makes grand larceny
Tithes to heaven have meaning
Mansion on the hill means nothing to me
Somewhere in...
#deception
#greed
#pagan #religion
#pagan #religion
59 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
14th Oct 2024 9:39pm
14th Oct 2024 9:39pm
Troubadour Nights
The campfire heat and moonlight
in midair fell in love
and went and danced all through the night
in consequence thereof.
The moonbeams were a pale gold
beyond the amber flames
because their space is very cold
in dark entropic shames.
Both owe their lives to caustic Sol
as their echoes flower
all through autumn's lengthening call
for more solar power!
A call increasing day by day
to which night children dance
where poet souls all love to play...
with comely maids from France!
in midair fell in love
and went and danced all through the night
in consequence thereof.
The moonbeams were a pale gold
beyond the amber flames
because their space is very cold
in dark entropic shames.
Both owe their lives to caustic Sol
as their echoes flower
all through autumn's lengthening call
for more solar power!
A call increasing day by day
to which night children dance
where poet souls all love to play...
with comely maids from France!
#fall
#Halloween
#pagan #sky
#pagan #sky
136 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2024 4:38pm
3rd Oct 2024 4:38pm
Sacred Dust
In moonlight’s glow
and shadows grey
wafting incense
and cleansing sage
a coarsen circle of salt
seals shut the gate
A potion of spells
begins to take hold
a Life-force of energy
emanating Love
Transcendental planets
begin to align—
Uranus, Neptune
and Pluto by design
The binds of ancient portals
release their sacred lock
Spirits of our Ancestors
beyond the veil come forth
Incandescent bodies of light
illuminate the hour
Ashes of Earth begin to rise ...
and shadows grey
wafting incense
and cleansing sage
a coarsen circle of salt
seals shut the gate
A potion of spells
begins to take hold
a Life-force of energy
emanating Love
Transcendental planets
begin to align—
Uranus, Neptune
and Pluto by design
The binds of ancient portals
release their sacred lock
Spirits of our Ancestors
beyond the veil come forth
Incandescent bodies of light
illuminate the hour
Ashes of Earth begin to rise ...
#magic
#pagan
#witches
450 reads
31 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
21st Sep 2024 11:56am
21st Sep 2024 11:56am
Lance In The Ice
By Baltic's frozen waves they fought
Each step a struggle, dearly bought
Clad in furs, with hearts of fire
Driven by an ancient ire
Their gods were carved in stone and tree
Spirits wild, fierce, and free
To these, the blood was promised red,
For strength in battle and the dead
The pagans marched with savage pride
Through ice and storm, they did not hide
Their axes raised to meet the foe
Where winter's breath made rivers slow
For in the night, their fires burned,
And to the West their anger turned
Frozen...
Each step a struggle, dearly bought
Clad in furs, with hearts of fire
Driven by an ancient ire
Their gods were carved in stone and tree
Spirits wild, fierce, and free
To these, the blood was promised red,
For strength in battle and the dead
The pagans marched with savage pride
Through ice and storm, they did not hide
Their axes raised to meet the foe
Where winter's breath made rivers slow
For in the night, their fires burned,
And to the West their anger turned
Frozen...
#Christian
#historical
#pagan
#Romanticism
#war
70 reads
0 Comments
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