This is my nice page of poems #2 LOL. Have fun reading!
This is my nice page of poems #2 LOL. Have fun reading!
| To Fly | Spirit Drums |
| Nature of the Maiden | Nature of the Crone |
| The Painting | The Night of the Massacre |
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At the water's edge
I'm high atop a crane
Next to a watchtower
I look down and see a tiny
boat
Smaller that a rubber ducky
Then I jump
I watch the earth come up
to greet me
I feel the wind around me
And I open my arms
Skin from arm to leg
I arc and I glide
A foot from the water
I cannot help but look into
the rippling river
And see me against the sky
I arc again and catch another
current
Rising high into the night
sky
To the castle in the sky
Atop the highest buildings
And I look down again
The air tickles me
I jump
I soar
30 June 2001
The bonfire reaches to the
stars
As we all gather 'round
To dance sacred circles
To invoke sacred sound
And the gentle tapping
Stirs my soul
I leap and sing
The chants of old
Metronymic, the rhythm of
the earth
I become one with her
The streams, the rocks, the
plants
The drumming seems to mimic
her
As it grows louder
As the night goes on
So do our songs and chants
'Til at last the dawn
1 July 2001
I am the Maiden, the youth
of life
I hold within my grasp the
world
I know no boundaries
When I am happy, the world
shines bright
Flowers bloom everlasting
The animals gather around
me and nuzzle
Butterflies sit in my hair
and on my fingers
I speak gently and talk to
all around me
I do not hide from the earth
I am the earth and all her
power
When I am angered, all nature
flees in fear
The world darkens and lightning
flashes in my eyes
no one is immune to my wrath
I reach out in vengeance
to those who hurt me
With every ounce of power
at my command
I am the power of innocence
Of trust
Of simple pleasures
And anger to those who cross
me
There are many things I do
not understand
I do not half the time care
that I do not understand
The half that I do care I
find if difficult to understand adult ways
Why must the world be complicated?
The world is an answer book
to me
Perhaps it is time that the
world looked through my eyes
Simple things, pleasant and
pure
Anger without grudges
Confusion over what is simple
not being understood
There is no "You don't understand;
you're just a child."
I understand
I want the honest truth
I want life
March 2001
I am the rock of ages
I am wisdom incarnate
I control the gate of death
And the gate of rebirth
There is never one without
the other you see
I am the one to call when
power wains
When knowledge is more potent
than
Simply the power within
For now the knowledge I hold
is my power
I share it equally
I share it cryptically
I share it knowingly
My time draws near when I
will go through the gates myself
I do not fear this time
Simply another step in the
spiral of life
I teach no fear of death
I teach no crying of death
For in my death another life
will come about
As the cycle continues everlasting
Show no fear for a time of
happiness
I will be in no pain
I will know no physical form
I will still be around
Look to the maiden who will
be born
I am her and she is me
And the mother she will become
Then the old woman again
It goes round and round this
spiral
I am happy in looking into
the spiral and having no fear
I look forward to completing
yet another circle
March 2001
Beautiful form, artist unknown
Be still my heart, lest secrets
be known
Background in shadow, woman
in light
A partner in shadow for viewer's
delight
All who see it wonder if
The artist knows the partner
in myth
No one knows what he looks
like or was
But dance with the woman
eternally does
Something lurks there, something
unseen
In the shadows of the painting's
gleam
Masterpiece it is of a time
long past
But how long I wonder will
the dance last?
8 June 2001
about a painting of a French
woman and her unseen
partner in a dream I had
Soft and silent did Shadow
Dale dwell
All within its boundaries
well
When suddenly sound split
through the night
Followed closely by people
and light
Houses on fire, possessions
lost
Most were sleeping, many
lives it cost
Those who got out met a violent
death
By knife or gun, no life
it left
Very few were fortunate and
found their way out
Of the city in ruins, and
futures in doubt
The last and the most desired
pawn
The MacDaggers' castle, the
most dangerous lawn
Down came the mansions of the
Joley and McGills
The white tigers lay as corpses
on hills
Their fur harvested as a
trophy of pain
Their blood spilled like
a downpour of red rain
Bodies lain everywhere, truth
of the struggle
Where only five lives lived
to tell of the trouble
A StoneKeeper historian burned
beyond fur
The third in command of the
MacDaggers herd
The male heir to the Joleyan
throne
And two young gargoyles of
the MacDaggers home
Gone were material worth,
burned in the ashes
But fortunately assets they
had in other patches
Relocated they were to a
place underground
Talking to others before
world war was resound
But their voices were lost
in a war cry for revenge
Against all who opposed the
circle of friends
For they controlled powerful
companies, many countries depended
On their suppliers not to
falter, those connections defended
So to war did the world go
Without the wisdom of the
survivors
June 2001
Short form of the StoneKeeper's
"The Night of the Massacre"
about the destruction of
Shadow Dale (my series of short stories)
that occurs at the end of
the recent past set of stories
Bard of the Fae Thinker
Tingling bells hark the presence
Sparks of light show our
fame
We are part of our forest's
history
Beyond simply our name
We fly through the night and
day
Mistaken for butterflies
But when someone catches
us
We can be very sly
We protect and preserve
Our anger meeting few
We've been fortunate
We aren't wanted by you
But you search out our soul
mates
Some you call them shaman
Some you call them witches
Some you call them pagan
Take heed for these people
know
What all the earth knows
Without the knowledge that
they teach
All will cease to grow
Then this world will waste
away
Before man can reverse it
And all the knowledge that
was lost
Would be simply versed
We see the light and love
that rules
It is our path, our dream
We know not of heaven or
hell
Only of returning to the
unseen
2000
You know you are truly blessed when
You look to the sapphire sky and are grateful that you are there to see it
You look to the night sky and feel as if you are flying among the stars and never want to come down
You can feel the earth's life force pulsing beneath you and it fills you with joy
You can feel the life around you and connect with it and understand what the circle of life is really about
You understand how important family is and can keep a vow to always be there for them as they are for you
You realize how small you are in the whole of the universe yet know how important you are to it
You realize the is action-reaction
to everything, that what you do now affects
not only others but yourself
in the future, and you respect that knowledge
You are grateful for the small things, in life for they really are the most precious
You not only understand but
can feel with your entire being
who you are and where your
life is going and it feels utopian
And you can share that knowledge with a loving heart and an open mind
2000
I am of the Great Mother
A child of her Earth
I am of the Great Creator
And of the animals,
The plants, and the minerals
From this path I shall not
stray
A fae of the woods
But not of the Celtic lands
I am a fae of the night
Playing in the moonlight
By a babbling stream
To stay hidden, I change
to a panther
Black as ebony
But I am still Faery
When the Great Ice Bridge
came
I among others crossed
I moved along new lands and
forests
Until I found my home among
the Cherokee
I learned their ways
And added them to my own
But I am still Faery
I will always be Fae.
2000
