The Ramblings and Wanderings

Posts Tagged ‘Poems’

Wear socks that don’t match

Especially on Tuesday and Friday

And always with shorts

Wear a wrinkled pink blouse

With a bright red skirt

Red and pink are in the same family

Aren’t they?

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Don’t get subtle hints

Be confused by mixed messages

And laugh at inappropriate jokes

Always say what you mean

And mean what you say

Because no one else does it that way

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Take everyone at face value

Be open and honest

In everything you do

Having no hidden meaning behind your words

No hidden agenda behind your actions

Is sure to frighten and confuse

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Be loud and boisterous in public

Quiet and reserved at home

Have moods that are affected by the weather

Remember to be daring and bold

Always act as if you’ll never grow old

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Wave with both hands

Bounce into rooms

Offer everyone a hug

And feel bad when they refuse

Dance when you are happy

And wilt when you are sad

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When there is a job to do

Be the first to volunteer

Once people start to gossip

That you’re trying to take charge

Don’t volunteer the next time

And they will complain about that too

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Be friendly to everyone

Regardless of this or that

Refuse to take sides in disputes

At least, most of the time

See both sides of a debate

Try to get other people to do that too

It helps if you’re cute

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Be more comfortable around pets than kids

Wear pyjamas all day

Don’t go to bed until 2

Read lots of books

Watch too much Star Trek

Be sure to listen to Punk Rock too

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Walk widdershins in a Wiccan Circle

Forget which way is East

Write whole Invocations

And don’t remember a word of them

When asked to bring a broom

Show up with a robotic vacuum

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Speak your mind all the time

And as for peer pressure

Never give in

No matter they may say

Or how they treat you

Always love yourself first

And promise you’ll never change you!

Stag King!

Lord of the grove

God of the good green Earth

Beneath my feet

Hear my call

And answer me

With heart in hand

And soul on sleeve

I call to thee

Cernnunos!

Come to me!

Come to me!

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Join me here in this place

This sacred space

By well and rock

In green grove

Of cedar and larch

Aspen and rowan

Elder and rose

Oh great god

I call to thee

Cernnunos!

Come to me!

Come to me!

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I hear the rustling of the leaves

The chorus of bird song

The wind picks ups

And then dies again

I feel it in the Land

Rushing towards me

Sending shockwaves through my bones

The wild god!

He comes!

He comes!

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With cloven foot he comes to me

The whole world shivers

With each sacred foot step

I tremble with terror and desire

Nipples harden and strain

Against the soft fabric of my dress

The lover!

He comes!

He comes!

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The air is filled with a kind of thunder

I shake and shiver in anticipation

Quaking like the leaves on the trees

That surround me

Crowned seven times

With seven tines

He towers over me

The lord of the woods!

He has come!

He has come!

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Silent as snowfall

He gazes at me with the eyes of a hunter

It is not until the wetness runs from my face

Onto my hands

Do I realise that I weep

Oh Herne!

He has come!

He has come!

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Pale flesh

And white hide

Dark antlers

And deep eyes

The Lord has come

The hunter!

He is here!

He is here!

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With the breath of new spring

And the promise of winter’s death

He blesses me

I bow before him

Afraid to speak

There is no need

He sees into the heart of me

Oh great god!

He is here!

He is here!

And so here I sit

An upturned bucket

For a seat

At long last the wind has died down

And my flower sales pick up for a bit

The cellophane rustles in the breeze

I gaze up at the pigeons

Perching above me

And wonder

How long will it take

For cellophane

To become dirt again?

The wind tears flower petals free

To flutter away in the current

Above me six pigeons roost

Upon a telephone wire

They act as audience

To my sales of Easter bouquets

I wonder what the pigeons might think

Of selling flowers for a holiday

I don’t celebrate?

I check my watch yet again

To see if it is time to quit

Then sit back down upon

My upturned bucket

To watch and wait

In the company of pigeons

Baby I’m bruised

Yes I’m bruised

From falling off

My pedestal

Baby there are

Blood stains

Yes blood stains

On my pedestal

Can you help me find

My missing teeth

From falling off

My pedestal

It’s easy to get trained

You see

By the horrid Winter freeze

To bundle up

And sneak outside

And hide from the elements

Then one sunny day in March

You wake up and hear the sound of

The garbage truck coming down your lane

And you are late again

You grab the box of recycling and race down the stairs

On to the porch

To the sidewalk

In the nick of time

And smile at the garbage man

As you turn around to head inside

Suddenly you realise

You’re outside in shirt sleeves

And standing on the sidewalk

In bare feet!

Hurrah for Spring!

The tenth Rune-spell I did learn

Whilst hanging from the World Tree

Is to gaze deep into the murky night

And spy the Hedgewitches flying high,

Sending their spirits far and wide

I see their true forms,

Though they may shift their shapes

With this Rune-charm that I know,

I can confuse their wandering souls

Then turn them ‘round and send them home

Back into their bodies,

Back within their own skins

And for a time at least, trap them within.