Peacefully Awakened
By Piscian Rainbow
Laughing children running around with happy faces
Seeming so hard to keep them still or in their places
Memories of your childhood begin to wander and
positive memories are what I sit and ponder.
Sunny beach days beating on my skin
Cool breeze blowing on myself and him
Words full of meaning yet not quite spoke
Keep on trying and that spell too shall be broke.
Now that your young and still so pure
Enjoy your childhood like nothing you'll endure
With white light forces circling all around you
Know that no matter what ever happens
Nothing can keep you down or blue...
Fore protection of peaceful, white light forces will
always guide and be with you!
Waking Up Wicca
By Mary Nunez
Restless in my sleep,
Oh how long the night becomes.
Unable to close my eyes,
Something deep within calls.
In the distance stands the light,
Inviting, luring, chanting in my soul.
Does anyone hear it but me?
Nature surrounds me and cuddles me ever so gently.
Protecting me from harm as I protect all in return,
Mother moon rejoices as my journey ends in her arms.
I recall those lullabies in the wind.
I stir, I move, I wake up WICCA!
Poetry Submission: I Am A Witch
By Stormhawk Evanmoon
I am a witch, that's what I be,
Will you take a walk with me?
I'll tell you a tale of an age gone by
When men ruled the ground and dragons the sky.
The dragons were peaceful yet strong in might,
Yet men feared them and killed them on sight.
Their treasures they stole and kept in their keeps,
This made the dragon's ire and anger run deep.
For the ignorance and greed of man as a whole
Will forever damn the dragon's immortal soul.
The dragons fought back with claw and fire,
Like thunder they rolled over hill and shire.
They killed every man who held dragon gold,
Leaving the children to tell the stories of old.
I am a descendant of those children, you see
I am a witch, that's what I be.
The Dream of The Summerland
By
Stormhawk & Teren Evanmoon
I had a dream where dragons fly
And faeries dance and play,
This is where I would choose to die
And want my spirit to stay.
It's a place of beauty that knows no pain
It's very real and true,
Where everyone can dance without shame
This is The Summerland, for me and you.
Beltane…….
The Brink of Summer
By
Logi Alfheim
Beltane…….
The brink of summer. Warm days and nights filled with stars
and warm breezes. Bonfires, drum circles and dancing, magick
under the full moon, and the creatures singing their songs
of love.
We all feel the urge to pair with our lover of choice. Picnicking and love
making on those hot nights.
The Druids and their successors raised the Beltane fires on hilltops on May
Eve, this was a true act of magick. The fires were lit to bring the sun’s
warmth back to the earth, like we do today, in a symbol of fertility being
returned to the land and the people.
The fire is a blessing from the Goddess. It sanctifies and purifies the whole
community; the people, the livestock and the land. It drives out the cold,
and unwanted beasts, it cooks, cleanses, is a signal, even sheds light when
there is none, and brings communities together.
Open your hearts and minds, explore your feelings, and enjoy the warmth of
the BELTANE FIRES, inside and out.
All acts of love and pleasure are HER rituals!!
The Beltane Dance
By
Stormhawk Evanmoon
Dancing around the Beltane fire
To the music of the flute and lyre
Drums, hands and stomping feet,
Thumping, clapping, keeping the beat
Spiral is the shape our dance will take
Chanting, raising power for the magick we'll make
Drawing down the Moon - her soul, her power
Healing the Earth in this magickal hour
This is our right to manifest our desire
While dancing around the Beltane fire.
The
Seed is Alive Again
By
Hedgewizard
I have
come to understand
I come back again and again
From all Groves
Through mists of time
From the
ancient fields of battle
And from the edge of the sea
I have traveled through
Pain and persecution
First by
Rome
Then by the bloody Anglicans
If I shall be reborn again.
That time I shall know who I am.
My brothers
who gathered round
My sisters in the high country
To give me grace in 679
The lords of light
Who watched
over me
The Old ones who taught me
Without words and in darkness
I say Thank
you.
I was French and Celtic
Germanic and Norse
And Scottish and American
And ever a priest.
In all
its shapes and forms
Life is my way
And the new patterns
And all the Groves
And the blades of grass
And all the leaves
I bow to
the only truth I know
And to life I give thanks
For the birth of the new sun
Maturity
By Fate
What if being adult doesn't mean being older, wiser
What if being an adult means being afraid
Not smarter, but scared.
As a child, I boldly went without a care,
Now I care and ponder if my car will get me there.
As a child, I thought the dark fun
As an adult, I lock my doors and run
Yesterday, I took an unknown road.
The adult in me worried about a nonexistent flat
The child said, "Who cares, look at that!"
The adult finally came to enjoy the view,
Especially since the road saved 30 minutes, too.
Sometimes I must do what I should not
Because as a child, I was invincible and on top.
If told, "Don't be bold" or "You can't do
that"
Ignore them and don't believe it fact
Tell the speaker with childish glee, "Can too".
And resist the aging of man and the cowardice in you.
When
Kindred Meet
By
Hedgewizard
Circles
glowing; turning, ever stone, and ever burning
The moon is full on harvest night.
How fade the spheres of wrong and right
When kindred meet
The
earth in oneness spirits flashing across the land
Leave no room to lay or stand
No tracks upon the drifting sand
When kindred meet
The
Awin glows in streams of emerald green
Lights upon all who breathe are seen
It’s then the living becomes the dream
When kindred meet