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I am Wiccan

Heather Miles July, 2010

I am Wiccan,
It’s in my heart.
I am Wiccan,
Every ounce of every part.
I lead my life in a different way,
With the Goddess by my side.
I work with the elements each passing day,
And complete my spells with pride.
I hide behind a mirrored door,
Afraid to show my face.
I am me and so much more,
But to you I am a disgrace.
I walk the ways of Our Earth Mother,
And follow the words “Ye Harm None“.
Just because some have chosen another,
Does not make mine the wrong One.
Love and Light to those who know,
The truth behind what I write.
As Wiccan’s we must grow,
And show the world our MIGHT.
This poem is dedicated to some members of my family who frown upon my way of life, and disapprove with my beliefs. I love to express myself in my poems because it’s a doorway that never closes……

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Chatter

Sky_Emmons July, 2010

Chatter chatter chatter

Go all the talking heads

Speaking no wisdom

Just hate and indifference

Wake up in the morning

To shouts of “us and them”

Power in their words

Ratings behind their Amen’s

Yes rouse up the people

Divide what is yours and mine

Pack up your belongings

You’re no longer alive

Get out! Go back!

What I say goes

I have all the answers

From my microphone throne

In the land of mass communication

Divinity has nothing on me

I can lie, cheat and deceive

Instantaneously

Don’t tell me to think

They do it for me

I believe what I hear

Cause it brings superiority

Gray matter

No matter

Is it time yet?

Chatter chatter chatter

I’m late! I’m late!

The Hatter’s gone again

And the Queen is yelling

Off with his head!

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Synchronicity

Sky_Emmons June, 2010

A delicate balance

Hangs on a thread

By the sea

By the moon

A strand in the web

Journey after journey

Fragile and small

A Knot and a Shoe

Through time

On a little blue ball

A connection

We finally see

Too late though it may be

For a Knot and a Shoe

Break the synchronicity

You can blot

A flower till it fades

You can take

An endless take

Payment will be made

On this little blue ball

All life can’t you see?

Hangs on a thread

A beautiful, glistening web

Of synchronicity

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Beltane Night

Sky_Emmons May, 2010

From hillside to hillside

Light touching light

She will awake

Hear the drums

On Beltane night

Ribbons dancing

Becoming entwined

Swirling and turning

Under and over

Slowly weaving

Like the flower and the vine

On the horizon

Fires of the nine

Heather so did burn

Sing to the Dawn

Light to purify

One with the Divine


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Splinters

Sky_Emmons April, 2010

Falling stars

Leave splinters in the hollow

Of your heart

Nakedness standing trees

I fill this cup

With hastiness and greed

When all this ends

Do we pretend?

Or is it a sign

When all things divide

We’re left here torn

Shattered, tethered

Better or for worse

An island or a curse

I feel the ocean

Wash over me

Leave me here to bleed

I won’t say a thing

For in the darkness

Is it not your sin?

The garden divine

Leaves, thorns and vines

Hallow ground and halo

The Great Serpent Rainbow

Yes, I’ll remain here

Where I can breathe

Where the wind and the trees

Sing in harmony

From love I’m here

To love, I return

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Tales from the Dark Moon

Sky_Emmons March, 2010

So here I have traveled
Where wisdom fills the air
A Shadow in the darkness
I struggle to hear
“Tales from the Dark Moon”
She whispers of “Old Black Bear”

Wandering woods
Thistle and blade
Flower and candles
Somethings gone astray

Fortnight, and a million years
Stars shown brightly, without fear
They shined on and on
So without scars
Until on night Black Bear
Found Rage in a jar

So the stars climbed higher and higher
As so did desire
Becoming smaller and smaller
Into emptiness and sadness
Nothingness transpired

Beware of what hides
Under hills
And in jars
In your heart
In the closet
Near or far

Black Bear found a way
Forgiveness of oneself
Releases the Rage

The Old Black Bear
Became a petal in the sun
Shed her anger, shed her blood
But it could not be undone

This tale
Lives in us all
She spoke softly and said
“Here comes the darkness”
Gathering threads
Of the last shawl

My journey has ended
And soon it will be
Tales from the Dark Moon
I will say when you come to me

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Standing Still

Willow Winterborne February, 2010

DE79 Standing Still

Standing still
On the edge of I know not what
I take a deep breath and steel my nerves.
It is not the moving forward that is scary
But the standing still
Breathe in. Breathe out
Frozen in time, unable to move
What is to be?
What will follow?
No answers, only questions
No parameters, no walls
Only a knowing that something…something is going to happen
Trust. Believe. Know.
Standing still, gathering strength
Waiting
The sounds are louder, the colors more vivid
The scents are stronger here
In suspended animation
I can hear the voices on the wind
Taste the rain
Sense the tension
Clarity in the void, in the waiting room of the gods
Knowing
Not what
But All, in the not knowing.
Poised for action. Ready to strike
But seemingly forever, in a moment,
Standing still

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Resolution

Sky_Emmons January, 2010

Peeking around the corner
The day slowly dies
Where I stand
The horizon mist
Swirls in mystery

Watching from a distance
My memory lingers
Shapes and colors
Define the moments
But they don’t define me

Past whispers wisdom
As Present smiles
Future a mirage
A stone in the path
I carry with me

You said “Let go”.
While I tried to hold on
You said “Soon”.
And I wanted now
It all slipped away

Into words I said
This resolution
Into words I could believe
If I listened
You could hear

Next year swirls
In the forests and rivers
Oceans and seas
I can’t capture
She somehow sees

This resolution
Knew better than me.

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Lilith

Sky_Emmons December, 2009

I hear the owl call
The wind gathers a howl
Cloaked in shadow
I hear you

I shall not lay
I shall not stay
I shall not give away
What is mine

Wrapped in serpants
They Whispered blame
And the night fell around
In droplets of shadow and sound

Those demons your friends
Strike fear in the hearts of men
And their creation of sin
But I know you

As I know the wind
And the rain
All that is sacred
Turned to shame

The Dark Moon shines
Like fire and ice
Those secrets and lies
Hidden well in despise

In each of us
A sparkle of you
In each of us
The garden will grow

Howl of storms
Petals of war
Breath of innocence
Change the course

Dawn turns to dust
Night begs to breathe
Lilith, bring your wave
Wash all the shame clean

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Yeah For the Moon

Mi Kali D. November, 2009

It is the full moon, the right silvery globe, dazzling and dangling from the heavens, that beckons me to stay awake, and not sleep the witching hours away.

As I lay tossing and muttering sleepless phrases the shadows play and warp with the changing of clock numbers…2, 3, 4, 5…

With futile, uneventful and perilous (to sanity) sleepiness, and exasperation, I stumble out of bed and greet the daylight hours with a finesse likened only to a very depraved expression…much like one freely given to an annoying driver on the freeway.

So begins my day, and yet it makes perfect sense that the Moon should take prominence. It is the full moon, and Monday after all. And as She lends Her hours to Her Brother, Sun, She slips below the horizon gracefully bowing below like royalty in a parade.

And so I say-

Yeah for the Moon

Her glorious magical orb

that whispers charming antidotes

in our nighttime awareness.

Yeah for the Moon

bathed in mystery and serenity,

granting us polarities of order and chaos

birthing balanced extremes into existence.

Yeah for the Moon

showing us pathways

of bold, unorthodox, and powerful ways

ancient gifts, for those fearless to grasp them.

Yeah for the Moon!

10/5/09 a sleepless harvest night/morning

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