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Silly Father’s Day Poem (full of in-jokes)
His name is Jim and he’s my Dad
And yes, yes, yes I am so glad
He taught me how to find my way
East and North and South and West
By gazing up at the stars at night
He taught me how to ride my bike
He taught me how to ride it right
He taught me how to stand up to a man
And never let one take advantage
He taught me how to be stronger than
Most other women can
He taught me how to comand respect
And still act like a sweet lady
And never once has he said
That roast beef has too much gravy
His name is Jim and he’s my Dad
And yes, yes, yes I am so glad
Losing the Farm
Losing the farm, losing my mind
Like sands through the hourglass,
I’m running out of time
Why oh why did the economy have to fail?
I watch the rain drip from my ceiling into a pail
Where do I go, what do I do?
My home a money pit, the land so beautiful
I am a seedpod floating on the wind
I am flotsam caught on a current
Dogs, cats, horses and Mom too
Oh dear gods, what do I do?
I’d runaway, if I had someplace to go
Or no, for no coward am I
I guess I have to stay
Oh sigh,
I guess I’ll just take it day by day
And wish that someday, in someplace
I might know where I’ll be
In a year from that day!
~ Juni
He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B. Yeats (1865-1939)
Revision: A Hedgewitch’s Poem
A Hedgewitch’s Poem
Tangled weeds
and hawthorn grow
Through the gap in old hedgerow
leading to a dark green grove
With courage in the face of death
step bravely through thinning Veil
Sure of foot and strong of breath
Find wisdom there beyond the pale
Give and take with careful hand
Be honest but of watchful eye
When meeting spirits of the land
do not think they cannot lie
The delicate dance of Nature
a balance of wrong and right
The many worlds are made here
in the Dark and of the Light
Take lightly not the witches charm
Steady hand and eye of steel
For to heal is to harm
and to harm is to heal
Ancient flame on modern hearth
Seeking near forgotten lore
Gleaning secrets from the earth
Witches ladder above the door
Walk along the shadowed paths
that few before are said to tread
Journey to find elusive truths
Honour now the ancestral dead
Tumbled stone
and blackthorn grow
Through the gap in green hedgerow
leading to a hearth of old
~ Juniper
I’m On My (Pagan) Way
I’m on my way, from ignorance to enlightenment today
I’m on my way, from ignorance to enlightenment today
I’m on my way, to what I want from this world
And years from now, I’ll make it to the next life
And everything that I receive in the yonder
Is what I gave to the world in this life
I took a right, I took a right turning yesterday
I took a right, I took a right turning yesterday
I took the road that brought me to a Goddess
I met a God who fills my heart with gladness
I walked the woods to find the Path I’d looked for
I climbed the hill that lead me to Nature’s door
And now that I’m learning the Mysteries
I’ll have Al Jolson sing “I’m sitting on top of the world”!
I’ll do my best, I’ll do my best to do the best I can
I’ll do my best, I’ll do my best to do the best I can
To keep my feet connected to the ground, gods
To keep my heart from jumping through my mouth, gods
To keep the past, the past and not the present
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