Long Pagan Poems
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The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Jack Thomas
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2020 5:35pm
22nd Dec 2020 5:35pm
The Shelter and the Stones
Blue, pink, yellow, green, and white. The stones are in a rough circle on the bench between us. It's a blisteringly cold Halloween. While walking here I saw pumpkins watch the world go by from front gardens, faces in an audience, most smiling, one rather furious in what must have been an esoteric flourish of the artist. More than one house had a bloody handprint on the door's glass. The door of what I knew was a childless couple’s house had a handwritten sign saying “no trick or treaters PLEASE!”
We sit in a shelter with a clock in its spire, like the top of a church that stretches...
We sit in a shelter with a clock in its spire, like the top of a church that stretches...
#pagan
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MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
13th Dec 2020 10:03pm
13th Dec 2020 10:03pm
Surrendering in Xstasy (Carnal Persuasion)
Standing naked on a draped white sheet
The silkiness caressing my body, draped down to my feet
In front of your eyes where I pose under your command
Your eyes softly caressing my skin as I stand
Paint me with the tenderness within your eyes
Fill me in softly as your palate of colors shall meet upon my curvaceous outline.....” (the Kitty Kat Speaks)
….of a dark, lustful love
I gaze deep into those cat-like eyes
as my eros heart begins to creep
("I can not sleep, can not speak.....")
I hope...
The silkiness caressing my body, draped down to my feet
In front of your eyes where I pose under your command
Your eyes softly caressing my skin as I stand
Paint me with the tenderness within your eyes
Fill me in softly as your palate of colors shall meet upon my curvaceous outline.....” (the Kitty Kat Speaks)
….of a dark, lustful love
I gaze deep into those cat-like eyes
as my eros heart begins to creep
("I can not sleep, can not speak.....")
I hope...
#lust
#pagan
541 reads
2 Comments
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
10th Dec 2020 7:54pm
10th Dec 2020 7:54pm
“Eclater sa Fleur Chatte” (How Many Licks Does It Take ?.....)
#lust
#pagan
#magic #orgasm
#magic #orgasm
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5 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
27th Oct 2020 8:54pm
27th Oct 2020 8:54pm
Voyage to hell
#atheism
#astrology
#faith
#pagan
#curse
482 reads
8 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
26th Oct 2020 10:54am
26th Oct 2020 10:54am
Angel Eyes (A Witche's Tale)
and so
the man came and told
the frightened woman
of her husband's demise
that soldier
a true man of honor
who called her angel eyes
then when he left
she grabbed a
white cloth
dampened it
a little
wiped her eyes with it
and cried out
to no one
she grabbed up
the string of beads
where they lay in
the wooden box
she kept it in
along with...
the man came and told
the frightened woman
of her husband's demise
that soldier
a true man of honor
who called her angel eyes
then when he left
she grabbed a
white cloth
dampened it
a little
wiped her eyes with it
and cried out
to no one
she grabbed up
the string of beads
where they lay in
the wooden box
she kept it in
along with...
#death
#forest
#animals
#pagan
#curse
698 reads
10 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
6th Oct 2020 1:35pm
6th Oct 2020 1:35pm
Questions
God was tired of being celibate.
Oh, please, He had never set such rules.
So there were only men at His Last Supper.
Ya, but ladies there were behind the Scene.
Then the persistent rumors down there
That He was married or had a hot thing
With a prostitute. Bunch of hogwash.
Maybe. He wasn't the kind to ''kiss and tell''.
Indeed, how many men out there are
Totally celibate? Even one or two of apostles
He suspected of ''playing for the other team'',
The term ''queer'' not being considered
Acceptable.
Methinks...
Oh, please, He had never set such rules.
So there were only men at His Last Supper.
Ya, but ladies there were behind the Scene.
Then the persistent rumors down there
That He was married or had a hot thing
With a prostitute. Bunch of hogwash.
Maybe. He wasn't the kind to ''kiss and tell''.
Indeed, how many men out there are
Totally celibate? Even one or two of apostles
He suspected of ''playing for the other team'',
The term ''queer'' not being considered
Acceptable.
Methinks...
#faith
#spiritual
#mythology
#pagan
#morality
417 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
26th Sep 2020 4:32am
26th Sep 2020 4:32am
Tantric Sorority Sisters
Tantric Sorority Sisters
I jog through the campus without a worry in the world. In the spring of youth, the blossoming gardens surround me in peace and beauty. The trio of lovely young women walking by are no cause for concern. They are also flowers whose femininity is even more gorgeous than the azaleas but only floral art for my bashful eyes. But company enters my bubble as the three roses cat call taking turns with “Hot legs. I wanna get some of that.” Whistles ensue. “Come over here and give us some sugar. Well if the dessert isn’t on the menu we’ll make a special request to...
I jog through the campus without a worry in the world. In the spring of youth, the blossoming gardens surround me in peace and beauty. The trio of lovely young women walking by are no cause for concern. They are also flowers whose femininity is even more gorgeous than the azaleas but only floral art for my bashful eyes. But company enters my bubble as the three roses cat call taking turns with “Hot legs. I wanna get some of that.” Whistles ensue. “Come over here and give us some sugar. Well if the dessert isn’t on the menu we’ll make a special request to...
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#threesome
#pagan
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
27th Aug 2020 4:39pm
27th Aug 2020 4:39pm
This po-em has nothing significant to say about AnyThing, (thank you).
Punk used to be a
smoldering cattail reed that we used
to
ignite the fuse of firecrackers with as kids.
& now, for many years, it's indicated a
sprawling reference to
disaffected youth.
Then, as a sprawling reference, to a commodity labelling
for the music
of disaffected youth.
A commodity label referencing
a Style (fashion "statement")......
Punk - smoldering - cat-tail.
...
smoldering cattail reed that we used
to
ignite the fuse of firecrackers with as kids.
& now, for many years, it's indicated a
sprawling reference to
disaffected youth.
Then, as a sprawling reference, to a commodity labelling
for the music
of disaffected youth.
A commodity label referencing
a Style (fashion "statement")......
Punk - smoldering - cat-tail.
...
#music
#apocalypse
#pagan
#luck
#philosophical
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6 Comments
AngelofAnarchy
RaysNewWorld
RaysNewWorld
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 00:44am
19th Jan 2020 00:44am
Book of Shadows 1
01/18/2020
I have considered myself a Wiccan for many years, and I practiced frequently at first. These days, I rarely think about it. I am going to get back into my craft and truly devote myself. I will use this as a temporary Book of Shadows so that I can look back on my thoughts for many years to come. I have been encouraged to communicate with my familiar more. I have known he was mine for a long time, but it was hard to let myself accept the Goddess's advice when I was in a troubled state. I am also going to be working on defining my exact beliefs using this BoS. So far I know...
I have considered myself a Wiccan for many years, and I practiced frequently at first. These days, I rarely think about it. I am going to get back into my craft and truly devote myself. I will use this as a temporary Book of Shadows so that I can look back on my thoughts for many years to come. I have been encouraged to communicate with my familiar more. I have known he was mine for a long time, but it was hard to let myself accept the Goddess's advice when I was in a troubled state. I am also going to be working on defining my exact beliefs using this BoS. So far I know...
#myself
#pagan
#meditation
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
13th Jan 2020 11:32am
13th Jan 2020 11:32am
1-12-20, 8:31pm, while soaking outside in a 105° spa, Palm Springs, California
looking up
into eastern
night sky
where fractured
waning moon lights
luminous
broken
pale amber shards
peer mystically
down at me
with its
silent
gothic stares
ghostly beauty
through lace like
silhouetted
branches
limbs and boughs
and leaves
of unseen
larger
sleeping trees
distant stance between us
me and this
haunted looking
rising moons
stealthy
slo mo arcing path ...
into eastern
night sky
where fractured
waning moon lights
luminous
broken
pale amber shards
peer mystically
down at me
with its
silent
gothic stares
ghostly beauty
through lace like
silhouetted
branches
limbs and boughs
and leaves
of unseen
larger
sleeping trees
distant stance between us
me and this
haunted looking
rising moons
stealthy
slo mo arcing path ...
#earth
#spiritual
#mythology
#pagan
#philosophical
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
26th Nov 2019 3:47pm
26th Nov 2019 3:47pm
Shi Soul Journey~a Sky_dancer and Carpe_Noctem revelation
an odyssey of the soul has begun
I feel your depths pulling me deeper, out to the sea of truth
where I fear I will drown in the tides of love washing me closer to you
a beautiful Goddess over sky and waters has found me
in her tranquil gaze,
~ I am soothed ~
my truest nature is uncovered
as a child of doubt is taught to trust again
I whisper to the heavens
what manner of woman is this lady--
who has command over the waters of enlightenment?
a sly smile crosses your face
you heard my silent prayer
the heavens...
I feel your depths pulling me deeper, out to the sea of truth
where I fear I will drown in the tides of love washing me closer to you
a beautiful Goddess over sky and waters has found me
in her tranquil gaze,
~ I am soothed ~
my truest nature is uncovered
as a child of doubt is taught to trust again
I whisper to the heavens
what manner of woman is this lady--
who has command over the waters of enlightenment?
a sly smile crosses your face
you heard my silent prayer
the heavens...
#love
#mother
#pagan
#magic
#collaboration
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6 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 2:38pm
11th Nov 2019 2:38pm
Is It Worth All The Fuss And Bother ?**
* ("Ubetca, Pooky ! ")
PHOTO: "Never Again" SP by Dan Kozak, 2012
Worth a life, living worthy
(in) a life, a'live
worthy life worth worth a life's worth
livinglivingliving of
how
do
we live here?
defiling?
destroying?
Godfather(goddessMother) redeem yourself in
some possibility.
We've destroyed truth, as
...
PHOTO: "Never Again" SP by Dan Kozak, 2012
Worth a life, living worthy
(in) a life, a'live
worthy life worth worth a life's worth
livinglivingliving of
how
do
we live here?
defiling?
destroying?
Godfather(goddessMother) redeem yourself in
some possibility.
We've destroyed truth, as
...
#lies
#God
#illness
#honesty
#pagan
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3 Comments
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