tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850369461143325020.post3382079069130432230..comments2014-12-02T00:43:25.023-08:00Comments on American Witch: Solstice Call for Solstice PoemsAnnie Finchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09874209585098408777noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850369461143325020.post-3131928892174855452011-02-23T18:47:50.845-08:002011-02-23T18:47:50.845-08:00.
Change
Nasty old bastard moved in next door,
....<br /><br />Change<br /><br /><br />Nasty old bastard moved in next door,<br />cut down all the trees,<br />cleared that beautiful little woods<br />along the fence between us.<br />Chased all the birds away.<br />How I hate him!<br /><br />Harvest moon rising tonight<br />full and red, balanced on horizon<br />huge and bright, filling the pasture<br />with ethereal light. A magnificent sight!<br /><br />Never noticed it before for all of the trees<br />in the way.<br /><br /><br />Copyright 2010 - Ponds and Lawns-New and Corrected Poems, Gary B. FitzgeraldGary B. Fitzgeraldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12096685990751580031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850369461143325020.post-9787023757325150172011-02-19T12:32:35.332-08:002011-02-19T12:32:35.332-08:00full moon
behind a cloud
will I see you again
any...full moon<br />behind a cloud<br />will I see you again<br /><br />anyway my Stone Girl is now out (Leafe Press)<br /><br />"She" is (I swear) the Goddess of Regeneration (& Desire)Ed Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11285310130024785775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850369461143325020.post-20138686288458124082010-12-22T10:28:20.616-08:002010-12-22T10:28:20.616-08:00A bit late for this year, but here's one a pos...A bit late for this year, but here's one a posted to my blog a year or 2 ago, and was previously published in Goddess Pages.<br />Judith Laura<br /><br />Winter Solstice Invocation <br /><br />Holy and blessed Mother,<br />who brings forth the sun<br />in the passion<br />of sacred orgasm<br /><br />May all children born of you<br />and of us<br />know the fullness of<br />their sexuality<br />and feel<br />the pleasure<br />of your love<br /><br />May all children born of you<br />and of us<br />know the freedom<br />of their body’s gifts<br />and bear<br />the banner<br />of Earth’s bounty<br /><br />May all children born of you<br />and of us<br />know the promise of<br />their own potential<br />and share<br />responsibility for<br />each other’s good.<br /><br />Holy and blessed Mother,<br />who brings forth the sun<br />in the passion<br />of sacred orgasm,<br />may we, your children,<br />share the gift of peace<br />that follows worldly accomplishment<br />and fulfillment of our soul’s desire.<br /><br />–Judith Laura<br />previously published in Goddess Pages, Issue 1, Samhain 2006.Medusahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00607394470175180836noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850369461143325020.post-56584935928409326232010-12-19T13:48:50.141-08:002010-12-19T13:48:50.141-08:00Winter Solstice
As I struggle to get the string ...Winter Solstice<br /><br /><br />As I struggle to get the string of lights<br />hooked around the topmost shoot of the blue spruce<br />which was given to us by our son <br />when he had just got married.<br />It was three feet tall in a bucket from the nursery<br />and served as our indoor tree that first season.<br /><br />Twenty five feet tall now, dominating the backyard<br />The grass underneath it is untrimmed<br />because the spruce needles provide an aggressive defense<br />and stick into me when I go round with the mower.<br /><br />I have to use a long pole with a hook<br />to lift the strings of lights up.<br />I add a couple of strings every year<br />Now adding noticeably to the December electric bill.<br />I wonder why I do this.<br /><br />It's an instinct as old as mankind<br />to fight against the waning daylight <br />and to expect renewal at the solstice.<br />From time to time religions have taken over this festival <br />and tried to impose behavioral standards.<br /><br />But the sexual and optimistic drives of man <br />have always reasserted themselves.<br />When the religious complain about the commercialization of the season <br />they are protesting against their inability to suppress the basic urges<br />to celebrate, eat and drink<br />to give presents and affection to each other,<br />and light fires and lamps,<br />to triumph over the darkness.<br /><br />Jim Todd 12/16/2010Jim Toddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03464453297778751612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850369461143325020.post-61189960035360728762010-12-19T00:08:17.399-08:002010-12-19T00:08:17.399-08:00You mentioned art for the Solstice and I just post...You mentioned art for the Solstice and I just posted mine today...<br /><br />http://imagineii.typepad.com/imagineii//Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16494762359928682626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850369461143325020.post-45370299424110798942010-12-19T00:02:18.444-08:002010-12-19T00:02:18.444-08:00This one was previously published in "Lucid R...This one was previously published in "Lucid Rhythms", a journal that has been kind to me...and today, they arrived right on time!<br /><br />December Migration<br /><br />Like a child, I set my gaze the way <br />I used to choose a patch of night<br />and patiently wait for stars to fall.<br /><br />One by one they pass,<br />blow and breech on a Solstice sea.<br />I am awed, filled with the magic<br />of moon and giant, gifts unknown<br />in a glittered past where halls decked <br />and candles lit, I waited on wishes <br />instead of whales.<br /><br />Patricia Wallace JonesPathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16494762359928682626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850369461143325020.post-81247619782832889792010-12-18T19:44:09.293-08:002010-12-18T19:44:09.293-08:00here's one of my own ...
"Solstice manua...here's one of my own ...<br /><br />"Solstice manual: You’ll have to be sick to survive"<br /><br />Massage the campfire and limp away<br />from the smoke which seems to follow you.<br />Winter approaches. Fear is natural. The fringe<br />of the forest marks a border. Choose your poison.<br /><br />Remember: marionettes make excellent<br />firewood. Stow their round heads in a pail<br />and save them for last. They never stop smiling.<br />Enjoy how they stare at you while they burn.<br />Delight in the dropped chins. Mouths gape<br />in horror. Maniacal flames laugh at exposing<br />your evil: this is how you learned to stay warm.<br /><br />Do not be startled by your own survival.<br />Regret is no use. Gather puppet strings,<br />leftover ligaments. Stretch them over a primitive<br />wooden frame. Each night before bed, strum<br />your modest harp, like the rest of the dark<br />angels. Flap your arms in the snow: You will see<br />the new shape of you. Across the sky a hawk<br />carries a fat white rabbit in his talons. Quiet<br />the voice that pities. You need to stay strong.<br />Sirens in the city below. Trees clack their bare<br />bones together, afraid.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850369461143325020.post-33749041007236252122010-12-18T19:03:26.571-08:002010-12-18T19:03:26.571-08:00ice is light
souls enticeice is light<br />souls enticemIEKAL aNDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06751318628910534959noreply@blogger.com