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Re: Poetic Conversations

Postby treegod » 09 Apr 2014, 08:58

It's been a long time
Since I was here writing rhyme.
How goes it for you?

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Re: Poetic Conversations

Postby RedKite » 17 Jul 2014, 00:31

Hello Treegod, you still around?
(I listened for you - ear to ground)
I ain't been here for ages now.
I really miss this old place now.

Finally finished Bardic grade,
so for the Ovate course I paid.
I dived back in, but to my shame,
hit the same problems once again.

You see - I am just a peasant.
Born years ago (not the present)
High English language baffles me
and, on the pages, this I see.

I look up these High words on line
but I have found that, half the time,
the answer's in High English too.
Oh deary me, what shall I do?

Don't want to take another eight
years before I can celebrate
the starting of my Druid grade.
The interest may start to fade.

Time for contact with my Tutor.
Helpful guy, he's really sooper.
I'm sure he can turn it around,
so I can recognise the sound.

Right... I must put pen to paper,
so I hope to catch you later.
Anyone else out there, please do
join in with us - I hope you do.

/|\ :old:
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Re: Poetic Conversations

Postby elementalheart » 17 Jul 2014, 16:25

Well, this has been a while
And I confess
I have no rhyme, no rhythm and no reason
Still words tumble as they will
Beyond control or censor
And I have learned to walk that way
The writing showed me how
Alone in the woods
Or braced on concrete slabs
Stumbling along

My path wends to ovate's end
Tis done, the ceremony and the all that must be faced
The total of it sits now in view
Washes in and out of focus, shows flowers, stars
I know not, but simply watch
Captivated but no longer captive
Held but not restrained

I could sit stand lie here an eternity, marvelling
Or wander on
Who knows?
But harvest comes before the choosing of another path
I didn't know that, never waited to see what had been made!
And so I let the gathering be within me
The weaving and loosing of threads
Until the evening comes to wake and rise
And walk the night once more
For now the sun shines bright on drying grains
Fruit swells and ripens

And I am sweating under fly blackened shadows
To pull weeds that rise and tug my hands back to work
Demand my focus and determination
Hour on muscle sore hour
Tis life and must be tended
Weeds, those misplaced beauties, spread and grow
While I so much as drink my tea

So lovely as it is to meet you here
I'd best get back before my back twists around my knees
And knots my nose to my ankles
Which is an interesting pose while weeding
Not so much indoors
Where dust lies thick and makes me sneeze
Out there it is, then, once more unto the orchard
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Re: Poetic Conversations

Postby LittleAcorn » 11 May 2016, 13:31

Beyond the eye of the window
past the lichen and the firs
dripping with grey-skied droplets
lies the call of the orchard

and may you never forget
that eternity longs to marvel
at you, and everything inside

for her stars, they bow
delighting in emerging
from your inked caves;
darkshines forever
teach us how.

Confession is a gift,
a light that burns
in the shadow of secrecy

and yet, thickening dust
emerging from your room
taints a castle built
of hopes and dreams,
the walls cry to branches

to Goddess arms
swathed in ancient mystery;
her magic is your song
her prayers are your own.
"I live my life in growing orbits, which move out over the things of the world. I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, and I have been circling for a thousand years, and I still don't know if I'm a falcon, or a storm, or a great song." - Rilke

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Re: Poetic Conversations

Postby Journey » 11 May 2016, 15:46

New Peace
Bring me a sense of peace
Contact divine
The crow shows me how
to feel, to calm
Following from day to day
I learn to watch for
Them through among the way
Peace in my heart
Peace in my home
Divine goddess within
Me through the crow
Of my divine being
Brightest blessings,
¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥• ☽❀Journey❀☾•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸

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Re: Poetic Conversations

Postby TineFiachDubh » 04 Sep 2017, 23:19

Don't let it Die

As the Sun keeps the whole great green alive,
And the feathers and scales breaks the egg in a strive.

As in the sorrow grounds the joy each time revive,
And as we all, sometimes, have fallen and then with love we thrive.

As the Night divides the Day, times not one, nor three not even five!
Please, brothers in Roots, Rain and Stars, don't let the Poetry die!

Sergio - Fiach Dubh

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Re: Poetic Conversations

Postby Faekiss » 25 Oct 2017, 18:03

A druid's home is where my head lies, upon the grass or near a tree, I am risen and my home is with me ,beneath the sky, upon the land, surrounded by the sea...

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Re: Poetic Conversations

Postby Heddwen » 25 Oct 2017, 19:47

A druid's home is where my head lies, upon the grass or near a tree, I am risen and my home is with me ,beneath the sky, upon the land, surrounded by the sea...
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Postby Drea » 27 Oct 2017, 19:18

Bards like me
I see you through the trees
I followed your bread crumb trail of words
Though some were eaten by hungry birds
Some were strewn on branches high
They glimmer next to the pale blue sky
Some spread a blanket for a feast
I hope there is something more than words
To eat
I was once told that time is an illusion
If I am too early or too late
I apologize for the confusion

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Re: Poetic Conversations

Postby Janina » 23 Feb 2018, 18:37

I´m walking the path to the ancient grove.
Oak trees are standing ageless and old.
Stone is the altar for my deepest vow.
Gods and all goddesses listening now.

Initiation to the secrets of present and past.
All the secrets accepted without words they last.
No secret at all is the way, my path.
Only personal matter who else could there sat.

No forest, no grove. Just state of mind.
Still in the silence of forest peace I find.
Grove is in my mind, it´s in heart and brain.
Yet real is the place I feel it in vein.

So my deepest vow in the Grove I say.
Out from the grove do I walk my way.
I leave the old forest and the sacred grove.
Still always I´m there, it´s burning heart so.

Ní bhíonn saoi gan locht

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Re: Poetic Conversations

Postby shirley mclaren » 25 Feb 2018, 08:45


Winter morning by the river
Sitting, thinking, dreaming,
Ever watchful, always listening
On the path of wonder.

Cold morning by the river
NAture's echies sofer,
Ghostly pale swans glide towards me,
Taking the food I offer.

Time departs too soon,
Frost cracks on cold ground.
White swan feathers float on water
Before sinking down and down.

I take my leave of spirits now,
Tomorrow to return
And drink again from Nature's cup
To listen, watch and learn.

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