PAGAN POETRY & WRITINGS

[estatigua (Tiggy)]

I thought it might be a nice idea to share some of our best loved poems & writings with each other. Perhaps even some we have written ourselves

In Love & Light Sisters & Brothers

Tiggy x

[estatigua (Tiggy)]

The Whole of Me
by Elowen GreyWolf

I know not what path I follow
It is the one deep within
It calls to be in the dark of the night
It sooths me in the brightness of the day

When I reach for it - to hold it and give it a name
It slips away, elusive as the misty rain
I want to name it so that I can explain myself
So, that when someone says what do you do
I can say I am this to you

However, when I try to label it
It fades....

The time I spend trying to see what it is
I miss being what I am
For my path is me

It is the heart that beats within
It is the love that leaps and out of control spins
It is being one with the storm
It is standing barefoot around the cauldron in the snow
It is dancing around the May Pole in the moon's bright light
It is laying on the trampoline, surrounded by grandchildren

Picking out with them the point of light I will be - when I die


It is holding hands with my husband
It is watching young ones cast their first circle
And knowing in that moment in time - the circle will never end
Knowing that my path is forever with the Lord and Lady
That They are part of the whole of me

So what path am I
All and none, the one perfect for me




Blessed Be!

[estatigua (Tiggy)]

Where The Witches Dwell

Beyond the shafts of evolving tyme
amidst the grapes of sun soaked wine
Within the walls of every church
every leaf and every birth
Behind the eyes of a childs dream
gently sleeping beside the stream
In storms of love to sandy caves
riding Natures breath and cresting waves
Between the moon and Mother Earth
In dancing fyres, laughs, and cures
Singing 'round humanity
touching hearts living free
Without shame or guilt or fear of hell
This is where the witches dwell

[estatigua (Tiggy)]

Witches Chant

by William Shakespeare

Round about the caldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.--
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!

Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire, burn; and caldron, bubble.

Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing,--
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire, burn; and caldron, bubble.

Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witch's mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips,
Finger of birth-strangl'd babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,--
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our caldron.

Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire, burn; and caldron, bubble.

Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

[estatigua (Tiggy)]

The Old Witch in the Copse

by Barry Cornwall

I am a Witch, and a kind old Witch,
There's many a one knows that--
Alone I live in my little dark house
With Pillythingy, my cat.
A girl came running through the night,
When all the winds blew free:--
"O mother, change a young man's heart
That will not look on me.
O mother, brew a magic mead
To stir his heart so cold."
"Just as you will, my dear," said I;
"And I thank you for your gold."
So here am I in the wattled copse
Where all the twigs are brown,
To find what I need to brew my mead
As the dark of night comes down.
Primroses in my old hands,
Sweet to smell and young,
And violets blue that spring in the grass
Wherever the larks have sung.
With celandines as heavenly crowns
Yellowy-gold and bright; All of these,
O all of these,
Shall bring her Love's delight.
But orchids growing snakey green
Speckled dark with blood,
And fallen leaves that curled and shrank
And rotted in the mud,
With blistering nettles burning harsh
And blinding thorns above;
All of these, O all of these
Shall bring the pains of Love.
Shall bring the pains of Love, my Puss,
That cease not night or day,
The bitter rage, nought can assuage
Till it bleeds the heart away.
Pillythingy mine, my hands are full
My pot is on the fire.
Purr, my pet, this fool shall get
Her fool's desire.

[estatigua (Tiggy)]

To Sing and Dance The Witches Rune

by, Brandy Hill

To sing and dance the witches rune

To praise the goddess of the moon

To love,laugh and to share

To have the freedom to wish for what you dare

To be equal and all of the same

To be spiritualy free and not ashamed

To love the moon and stars above

To open your arms to the earth with love

To thank the Ancient Ones who are looking out for you

To thank them for all they do

To harm none and blessed be

To be silent of all the wonders you see

[estatigua (Tiggy)]

We can all poke fun at ourselves....right? LOL

Solstice Night by Mic Rushen
(not meant to offend, but to entertain!)

Silent night, Solstice night,
All is calm, all is bright,
Quiet round the standing stones,
Till the Pagans come out of their homes,
Ready to have some fu-un, ready to have some fun!

Solstice night, though all white,
Beads and feathers make them a sight,
Names like Dances with Dolphins or Storm,
Vegan bean-farts to keep them all warm,
Fluffy bunnies are they, fluffy bunnies are they.

Solstice night, quite a sight,
Twenty Druids dressed in white,
Weilding sickles and chanting rhymes,
Think they're in medieval times,
Badly playing the harp, badly playing the harp.

Solstice night, what a fright,
Mind the Heathens, they could bite,
Weighted down with Thor's Hammers and runes,
Drinking mead and behaving like loons,
Better be nice to the-em, better be nice to them.

Solstice night, full of might,
Here's the Shaman, high as a kite,
Been on the mushrooms and maybe some gin,
I wouldn't go right up close to him,
He hasn't bathed for we-eeks, he hasn't bathed for weeks.

Solstice night, lets not fight,
Thirteen Wiccans, skyclad-right!
Covered in crystals and pentagrams,
Calling corners and sounding like hams,
Hurrying back to the fi-ire, hurrying back to the fire.

Solstice night, quiet night,
Don't believe it, thats all sh*te,
Dancing round the fire till dawn,
With a Pagan to keep you warm,
That's what Yules all abo-out, that's what Yule's all about!

[panthershaman]

Untitaled

Panthershaman.... 2006




These things are familiar to Me
To be touched by divinity
To feel a deeply personal tie
Between Earth and Sky

I started on Mine quest
with eyes opened
because I was seeking
answers

I was answered
I was shown a way
because I was looking
and these roads I walk

These roads of the spirit
This river of expressions
flows through Me
befor and behind

Around Me entwined
I hear it's call and feel it's flow
I heed Mine heart
I learn so I might know

[panthershaman]

The River's Flow


PantherShaman....2006


The river of experiance and
expression is wide
and deep and
flows through us all.

We all feel the pull of
it's course around
and through our lives.

We look forward to
and at times dread the coming of
the next turn or bend in the course.

We all cut our own current
through the flow of it
and the experiances and expressions
we find follow us along
the run of our days.

When we look back through
the waters we have traveled those
things come with us and the distance
seems so close because
the path to them
is known in our minds
and etched in our spirits
making us who we are now.

When we look ahead
we wonder what is to come
what we will see and learn
what will happen and wonder
and ache and fear and become expectant
of the unknown, and of what will happen
to make us who we will be then.

The fact that the distance between
this time and who we have become now
and the next experiance and
who we will become then is an unknown
makes it seem longer or farther away

Time is realitive within each of us as
each person's reality is their own.
All one can do is have faith, compassion,
passion, and a will to weather the flow.

In the end we are who we are
and we know what we know.

In the span of any one life we have
an oportunity to live it to it's fullest.

Experiance everything you can.
Express your self.
Don't fight against the flow that carries you.

[estatigua (Tiggy)]

Oh THANK YOU soooooo much for sharing with us. At last there is someone else posting on here lol I adore the written word, whether it be poems, stories or silly ditties, all are soaked up. so keep posting & writing. Your poems are beautiful, a talent indeed. How about a little introduction in the Meet & Greet section so we can all know a little more about you? No pressure, it's optional.
BB
Tiggy x

[Stormsong]

ahh darlin the first is still so close to my heart.. Thank You for shareing you deep heart touched talent here

[Sassy Venus Star]

Wow guys them are some good ones.

[estatigua (Tiggy)]

Comes Midwinter


Fogs the air,
A cloud exhaled.
Bites the lungs,
Sharp the cold.
Under frost,
The ground is paled.
Warmth has fled
The year is old.

Winter comes,
Nights grow long,
Trees stand starkly
Branches bare.
Summer's sun,
Has sung its song.
Now its comfort,
Grows ever rare.

Crisp the earth
Is under feet.
Grey the sky,
Now over head.
Soon the circle,
Will complete.
The Sunchild born,
The old king dead.

Darkest night,
Comes at last.
The shortest day,
Is quickly passed..
The Yule Log burns,
Good luck to bring.
The Holly falls,
Oak now is King.

The Sun reborn,
We now rejoice.
Declare a toast,
Raise your voice.
Long nights now,
Will soon give way.
To the triumphant,
Growing day.

From darkness now,
Comes forth the light.
The season turns,
The future bright.
For the wheel,
It always turns,
Darkness comes,
But light returns.

[estatigua (Tiggy)]

The Wheel

The wheel turns through the year,
The seasons call to those who hear.

At winter solstice the year's begun,
As Mother Goddess births the Sun.
This shortest day is night's defeat,
From light of day, dark now retreats.

Come the first shoots of green,
Imbolc now, first growth is seen.
Celebrate now this time of fire,
Watch the Sun climb ever higher.

Equinox is Ostara's gift,
Day and night on equal shift.
Spring is here, Nature's rebirth,
A cloak of green to cover the Earth.

April's showers bring May's fine weather,
God and Goddess come together.
Circle the Maypole till you drop,
Beltane rites for a hearty crop.

Its midsummer now and the day is long,
The Sun is high, the God is strong.
But now the God will wane in might,
As the days give way to night.


The wheel half turned the year half done
Now at their peak both God and sun

At Lughnasadh or Lammastide,
Our Lord from duty will not hide.
To save the land the God lies dead,
His blood is splattered, poppy red.

Give thanks for the harvest summers brought.
At equinox when days grow short.
Make the most of weather mild,
The Mother's belly swells with child.

Samhain comes but once a year
The barriers fall and spirits near
The Goddess now prepares to go
She joins the God in the world below

The wheel has turned a circle full
The year begins once more at Yule

[estatigua (Tiggy)]

Magic

Magic you say is a tool of your will,
So tell me now why you are poor still?
You can't fool me; you are far from a witch,
Else you'd cast a spell and now you'd be rich.

Magic is real and powerful, that's true,
But to me, I think, it means different to you.
Now I know you will claim this is but an excuse,
But to use power unwisely, is nowt but abuse.

Unwisely you say, well that's peachy keen,
But of this 'power' no proof have I seen.
Rise up that pencil; make it spin in the air,
Work some dark mojo, if you can or you dare.

Why would I do that? What would it serve?
Magic's not like that. Boy, do you have a nerve.
It's not what you think, no flashy TV effects,
It's much more subtle, and worked with respect.

Ha, you're a phoney, the whole thing a lie,
You have no magic; you're no different than I.
Why carry on with this stupid pretence,
Have you tried therapy? You know it makes sense.

Believe what you will, it's your loss not mine,
Dismiss magic, if you want and that is just fine.
But don't call me mad, for that is not true,
It's simply that I see things different from you.