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Post by estatigua (Tiggy) on Sept 6, 2006 7:35:38 GMT -5
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
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Post by estatigua (Tiggy) on Sept 6, 2006 7:36:48 GMT -5
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!
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Post by estatigua (Tiggy) on Nov 23, 2006 20:49:25 GMT -5
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
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Post by estatigua (Tiggy) on Nov 23, 2006 20:56:25 GMT -5
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.
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Post by estatigua (Tiggy) on Nov 23, 2006 20:59:25 GMT -5
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.
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Post by estatigua (Tiggy) on Nov 27, 2006 16:35:27 GMT -5
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
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Post by estatigua (Tiggy) on Nov 27, 2006 16:39:32 GMT -5
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!
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Post by panthershaman on Nov 27, 2006 22:24:38 GMT -5
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
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Post by panthershaman on Nov 27, 2006 22:34:29 GMT -5
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.
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Post by estatigua (Tiggy) on Nov 28, 2006 7:18:39 GMT -5
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
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Stormsong
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Namaste'
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Post by Stormsong on Nov 28, 2006 22:33:24 GMT -5
ahh darlin the first is still so close to my heart.. Thank You for shareing you deep heart touched talent here
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Into your life,into your dreams,Out of the dark,sunlight again.You can't explain
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Post by Sassy Venus Star on Dec 5, 2006 2:04:58 GMT -5
Wow guys them are some good ones.
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Post by estatigua (Tiggy) on Dec 12, 2006 16:32:26 GMT -5
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.
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Post by estatigua (Tiggy) on Dec 12, 2006 16:35:02 GMT -5
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
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Post by estatigua (Tiggy) on Dec 12, 2006 16:41:14 GMT -5
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.
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