Poem of The Week

SQUIRREL MOST WICKED

Squirrel most wicked
chew through the net
steal all the nuts
and make the birds fret !

Poem of the week

SAMHAIN A NEW DAWN

On the barren misty hill i see your naked slender frame
dancing round the raging flame

Ancient lore repeats its tale as banshee virgins tell and wail of lightened days beginning to fail

Into dark times this feast will lead
to fallen leaves of bygone years nourishing the ground
on which you feed

This Gaelic Samhain November dawn is where i see you dressed to warn
of shortened days and little growth

In future days the chilling north winds will hide the land
in whitened snow
but through its melting a new spring life will begin to grow

So on this night cry out in joy as cleansing is complete

life now stirs another day
beneath your Goddess feet

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THIS HALLOWEEN

This Halloween is set to churn
the hollow souls in hell that burn

Weather worn and wicked wash
masked hidden evil lush

Senseless sizzle of witchy air
as mixing spells are made to scare

Tricksters plot in grime and grott
as they knock on doors and take their lot

Spirits dance in shadows
seeking to improve their perpetual plight
on this October All Hallows night.

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Love Pump

I am the vein that serves your heart
pumping blood to every part

I am the guardian of you soul
guiding as you full fill your role

I am the source of your creation
feeding your mind with inspiration

Lay down with me in shadow and
we shall truly be cocooned in ecstasy.

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EARLY WINTER

Sh... the faint wind blows the leaves
back and forth along the breeze.

Night so dark and echo strewn
blitzed with light of the silvery moon

Winter night in Autumn time
shows no mercy on those who's plight
leaves them desolate
unable to fight.

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INNER SPARKLE

Don't grab the first light you see
Let it flicker
And if it flickers and never glows dim
It is the light that sparkles from within.

Poem of the week

AQUAINTANCES

They come and they go
friend and foe.

Many people you will meet
in work and play
but time will wash away the good times
and hide away the bad.

But when you lose your memories it
surely makes you sad.

"I'll keep in touch"
is the cry
but daily deeds dictate
that such an intended promise will soon evaporate

So when you wonder
where and what was the fate of that forgotten mate
just call them and remember

Tommorrow is to late.