For Ness :

Imbolc

The Mother sleeps beneath her blanket of white
The Dawn is coming, the end to the night
The Mother is dreaming beneath her blanket of white
Of green budding trees
And buzzing honey bees
Lambs drinking milk from their mother's breast
And visions of her children dancing under the sun

Slowly she turns, and begins to stir
As the young Sun begins to grow warm
Wake up, wake up he seems to urge
Not yet, young one, she says through a yawn
There is still some time before the dawn
Some days remain before the shoots will be seen
Till the sap begins to flow up the tree
Watch and wait for the dreamtime to end
And listen for the song of the birds in the glen

Earth Mother we share your dreams of the Spring
It's the time to prepare for the coming of spring
It's the time to begin to clean up some things
To focus within, for the coming rebirth
To nurture those things still locked in the earth
Only a little longer till we walk in the Sun
like those that came before us, as those yet to come.

Mach said:

such a happy pagan you are

For: Phil

The frangrance always lingers in the hand that gives the rose.


maybe it's not a poem

To Anx:



So much depends on the red imago,
glazed with rain water,
beside the white chickens

Imago said:

Mondo dork

IAintTheOne said:

For : Stymie

Journey up

The journey up
to where you want to go
is not a straight line,
or even a steady grade.
You go around corners,
crossing the path you've taken,
able to look back down
to where you've been
but not quite up
to where you want to go.
The best you can do
is hold on to a general sense
of direction,
counting the steps
for morale,
keeping towards the light.
as best you can.
The hall lantern may be lit,
or dark,
so you need a little faith
that those sloping ceilings
cobwebs,
whatever grows in those dusty corners
won't get in your way,
because you really have no choice.
Going back down
is not an option
and the steps,
though uneven, rough
and steep
will eventually
take you where
you need to go.

For Fantasy

The outing

Sometimes your trip down memory lane
takes you to a place that's changed,
reflects your difference
like a mirror.
So it's a journey back
and forward too,
along a road that spirals,
through your inner rings
to where you see them clearly-
where you've come from,
what you've done,
who you've been,
and what you've loved
about yourself.
So take the day trip back
along your route of coming here,
so you can meet yourself,
say hello,
give a hug,
before moving on
to where you want to go.

For Apples

Life is like a garden
And friendship like a flower,
That blooms and grows in beauty
With the sunshine and the shower.

And lovely are the blossoms
That are tended with great care,
By those who work unselfishly
To make the place more fair.

And, like the garden blossoms,
Friendship's flower grows more sweet
When watched and tended carefully
By those we know and meet.

And, if the seed of friendship
Is planted deep and true
And watched with understanding,
Friendship's flower will bloom for you.

To Mach

Today I found a friend
who knew everything I felt
she knew my weakness
and the problems I've been dealt.
She understood my wonders
and listened to my dreams,
she listened to how I felt about life and love
and knew what it all means.
Not once did she interrupt me
or tell me I was wrong
she understood what I was going through
and promised she'd stay long.
I reached out to this friend,
to show her that I care
to pull her close and let her know
how much I need her there.
I went to hold her hand
to pull her a bit nearer
and I realized this perfect friend I found
was nothing but a mirror.

To IB

A friend is like a flower,
a rose to be exact,
Or maybe like a brand new gate
that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl,
both beautiful and wise.
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like those blades of grass
you can never mow,
standing straight, tall, and proud
in a perfect little row.
A friend is like a heart that goes
strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world
if we didn't have a friend.

Mach said:

Thank you, Mach

To Dan (it's an mp3):

http://anon.salon.speeder.../pound.mp3

2the9s said:

:faloff:


There's a storm comin' 9s!

Mach said:

thank you.

IMAGO THREADJACKER post me a poem

To DanceWme

for IMAGO

I like your style
I like your class
But most of all i like your ass

for Jersey

Sex is when a guys communication
Enters a girls information
To increase the population
For a younger generation
Do you get the information...
Or do you need a demonstration

2the9s said:

9s ur so sad