Bardic Circle
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It’s Still Pagan
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To the tune of “Its still Rock n’ Roll” By Billy Joel
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What’s the matter with the robes I’m wearing?
“Can’t you tell that your cord’s too wide?”
Maybe I should buy a hooded cloak
Like back in the burning times
Where have you been in the broom closet honey?
“You can’t dress witchy ’till you spend a lot of money”
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Everybody’s talking about the new Path
Funny, but its still NeoPagan to me
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What’s the matter with the broom I’m riding?
“Can’t you tell that it’s out of style?”
Should I get a store bought besom?
“Are ready for us to laugh and smile?
Nowadays, you can’t be too traditional
Your best bet’s besom made exactly the way we tell ya”
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Dark Goth, Light Fluff – even if it’s old junk
It’s still NeoPagan to me
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Oh, it doesn’t matter what they say in the Circle
‘Cause it’s always been the same old scene
There’s a new Grove in town, but you can’t get the word
From a story in a magazine
Aimed at your average teen
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How about a pair of pentacle tattoos
And a dress from the… Continue reading →
Repost: Be A Pagan Leader
No, I don’t consider myself to be leader (see my about blurb to the right) this was written for friends and loved ones.
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Build you up to tear you down
Spitting on their heroes
Tearing you part
Then holding their hands out
What the hell do they
Think that they doing anyway?
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They say toughen up and deal
If you want to be a leader
Then harden up your heart
And don’t take it oh so hard
Do they not understand?
Can they not comprehend?
It is that very soft spot
That giant loving heart
That makes you willing and able
To be a Pagan leader
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They say it’s all trade off
Part and parcel for the fame
As if you were Madonna
Riding around in a private plane
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Why do they do it?
What could be their reasons?
Do they think that they are
Doing the community a service?
Are they stroking their own egos?
Riding on your coat tails?
Or do they just want to see you suffer?
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Making two whole dollars
For each and every book sale
Speaking at the festival
And getting paid with peanuts
Isn’t all that easy
When you… Continue reading →
Liquid Sunlight
Oil is not blood
It is million year old Sunlight
Captured by the Earth
In liquid form
The good green things
Drink up the light
Photosynthesize
Die and decay
Buried and pressed
Digested by the land
And transformed over eons
Into liquid Sunlight
We with our opposable thumbs
Dig deep and greedily
Hungry and careless
Thirsty and addicted
Spoiled gluttons, never satisfied
Always wanting more
Like sociopathic children
We tear into our Mother’s body
Rip and rend
Slice and cut
We plunge long hungry hands
Through ocean-life-blood
Push greedy fingers into the soil
And suck out the liquid Sunlight
Buried within
With noisy machines
And without empathy
We penetrate and violate
We force our way in
We rape our own Mother
Remove the Sunlight within
To fuel our sick and twisted desires
To fuel our fires
To feed our noisy machines
To heat our homes
To make our lives easy
Because we are spoiled and greedy
To make this liquid Sunlight
Fuel our fires
We must pump toxic fumes
Into the Sky and the Air we breathe
The Oxygen we share with other living things
Which damages the thin layer called ozone
That protects us from the Sunlight
There are… Continue reading →
How Crochet Was Invented
I always thought that crochet was invented by an ADD woman, being one myself.
Once upon a time, long ago, probably in France, a woman with undiagnosed Attention Deficit Disorder was puttering around her cottage. Doing much but getting nothing done, of course.
In fact she was very busily working hard at trying to find the key to her chest full of yarn (and other odds and ends that had found their way into the chest). She tore the whole cottage apart and simply couldn’t find it anywhere. She did, however, find one of her long lost knitting needles in the process. Distracted by the find, she looked about for the other kitting needle. Alas she couldn’t find that either. (For the record, the key to the chest had wandered off to the barn and the other knitting needle was out in the garden having spent part of the summer holding up a young bean stalk.)
Suddenly remembering what she had been doing a few minutes before, our heroine return to her chest. Using whatever she happened to have in her hand, the single knitting needle, she was able to pry open the chest. Happily she dug through the disorganized… Continue reading →
We Honour the Flower Maiden
We honour the Flower Maiden,
who blesses the blooms
Who is made of meadowsweet,
oak-blossom and broom
We are the ones who dance
with the Blooming Bride
Ancient and modern rites
to celebrate May-tide
We gather here, to witness your wedding
Where two sacred fires aid winter’s fading
She who dances in the springtime dew
We welcome you here,
to help the land renew
Flower Maiden dance with us,
here on this May Eve!
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