Greetings My Peeps!

In the Night

In the cool, dark night

Magick stirs in the air.

Witches, ghosts, and fairies

Come out from their lair.

 

Tread carefully eager traveler

As you walk in the shadows

For you may fall victim

To the otherworld’s power.

 

Make sure to leave a gift

For those who have crossed the veil

And listen closely to their words

For they have a story to tell.

 

In the cool, dark night

Magick stirs in the air.

 

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Greetings My Peeps!

A Very Special Poem of the Month

This poem is extra special because it is the 100th post!

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Wow, I can’t believe that I’ve been doing this for that long.  It’s been almost two years since I started this blog and a year since I’ve published my first book.  So much has happened since then.  But I won’t take up too much of your poem time with my ramblings.

 

Greetings to the Spring

A slash of green

On a barren landscape

The smell of earth

In the air

Fills me with life

 

Little shoots break forth

From the black soil

Pinks and purples

Explode all around

Fills my heart with joy

 

Furred and feathered

Neighbors return

Calling in greeting to one another

Running and flying wild

Makes me laugh

 

Oh Spring

How I have missed you

How I have missed the life you bring

Welcome back my friend

I run towards your embrace

Turning away from winter’s cold grasp

 

Greetings My Peeps!

In the Moonlight

Lying in your arms
the moonlight shining through
i smile at your sleeping face

my heart swells with love
and it feels like it will burst
nothing is wrong
i am happy

memories fill my head
when we met
when we first said i love you
our first kiss
our first night together

you never need to fear
that I should ever leave you
we are meant for each other
and nothing will ever change that

So here I am
watching you as you sleep
I kiss your forehead
and curl up to you and dream

 

 

Greetings My Peeps!

Magic in the Air

So sorry.  I know it’s been a while since I did a poem of the month.  I wrote them, I swear.  I just never got around to posting them.

 

The days grow short

And the nights grow long

But you can feel magic in the air

 

Smoke rises from chimneys

And the skies become gray

but you can feel the magic in the air

 

The wind is cold

And the trees are bare

But there is magic in the air

 

In the darkest of nights,

Lights will appear

 

In the trees

On our homes

In our hearts

 

We shall gather around heavy laden tables

drink our fill, body and soul

and fill the night with laughter and light

 

The nights are long and cold

But there is magic in the air

And it fills us with hope and light.

 

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Greetings My Peeps!

The Cleansing

Here I stand on a distant shore

Weary, worn, and broken

From bridges burned and words unspoken.

 

The path I walked was a lonely one

Filled only with silence

And a singular reliance.

 

Here I stand with nowhere to go

Staring out to the sea

Dreaming of a new way to be.

 

Filled with hope for the very first time

I walk carefully into the surf

Seeking the road to my rebirth.

 

The water washes away

All my suffering and all my pain

Which have long been my life’s bane.

 

Under I go

But only for a moment

To rise clean and free from torment.

 

Light in heart and free in soul

I walk once more towards the shore

Not the person I was before.

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Beauty of the Night

I weep at the beauty of the night

With its welcoming darkness

Brightened softly by the moon.

 

I weep over the beauty of the night

With its cool winds

That caress my skin.

 

I weep over the beauty of the night

With the lingering scents of flowers

And sun baked earth.

 

I weep over the beauty of the night

Whose energy fills me

And urges me to new wonders.

 

I weep over the beauty of the night

Whose subtle nature often goes ignored

By those who are born with the sun in their veins.

 

The night is in mine and I rejoice.

 

Greetings My Peeps!

Happy Father’s Day

A big thank you to all the daddies out there today.  Thank you to the father who cannot be with his family because he’s fighting over seas.  Thank you to the man who chose to be a father to a child that is not his own.  Thank you to the fathers who are doing it all on their own.  And a thank you to the fathers who are gone but not forgotten.  To those men, this poem is for you.

 

For as long as I could remember
you were there
from moving to new schools
you were there
Scraped knees and broken dreams
you were there
From elementary to middle
you were there
From high school to college
you were there
Prom and graduation
boyfriends and broken hearts
you were there

You were there for
every major events in my life
but no more
you will not be here
when I get my degree
or when I begin my career
You won’t be here for
when I find the love of my life
or when I start my family.

Though you won’t be here
for when I’m grown
you were there in my childhood
All the lessons you taught me
and all the times we fought
have helped me to become
who I am today
and though you aren’t here anymore
you shall live in my heart
and all that you taught me
I shall teach to my children
you shall live on in me and in them.

Greetings My Peeps!

Poem of the Month

This poem isn’t mine.  It’s from a book that I bought years ago.  Now normally I would put one of my old poems up here, but if truth be told, many of them are cringe worthy.  So instead of posting nothing, I wanted to share one of my favorites.  I might do this from time to time.  I like poetry, there’s something to the rhythm.  Anyways, this poem is from the 9 th century, no one knows who the author is but I hope you guys like it as much as I do.

 

Pangur Ban

I and Pangur Ban my cat,
‘Tis a like task we are at:
Hunting mice is his delight,
Hunting words I sit all night.

Better far than praise of men
‘Tis to sit with book and pen;
Pangur bears me no ill-will,
He too plies his simple skill.

‘Tis a merry task to see
At our tasks how glad are we,
When at home we sit and find
Entertainment to our mind.

Oftentimes a mouse will stray
In the hero Pangur’s way;
Oftentimes my keen thought set
Takes a meaning in its net.

‘Gainst the wall he sets his eye
Full and fierce and sharp and sly;
‘Gainst the wall of knowledge I
All my little wisdom try.

When a mouse darts from its den,
O how glad is Pangur then!
O what gladness do I prove
When I solve the doubts I love!

So in peace our task we ply,
Pangur Ban, my cat, and I;
In our arts we find our bliss,
I have mine and he has his.

Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade;
I get wisdom day and night
Turning darkness into light.

 

Greetings My Peeps!

Poem of the Month

In honor of Valentines Day, I have decided to share a poem dedicated to love.  However, I decided to take an unconventional approach.  Instead of talking about how in love a person can be, I thought it would be better to have a poem showing the other side, when love starts to fade.  Love is wonderful, I love my husband dearly, but sometimes things happen that get in the way of love.  Maybe work is getting to be too much?  Maybe there was a fight and both parties are too proud to say they are sorry?  Or maybe, the love you once felt has faded away as you and your partner have grown and changed.  Losing love is just as much a part of life as falling in love.  Both are necessary to life because how can we appreciate love if it doesn’t go wrong from time to time.  So cherish the love you have for those around you and try to not let things in the way, but also remember that sometimes, there’s nothing you can do.  When that happens, all you can do is pick up the pieces of your heart, dust yourself off, and get back out there.

 

So Close, So Far

How can this be?
I do not know?
How can you be so close and yet so far?

Even though we sit here together,
It feels like you are a thousand miles away.
The space between us could hold the world,
Yet I can reach out to touch you.

How did we get this way?
What happened?
I cannot remember anymore,
I hope it was important.

I want to fix it,
I know you do too.
But we both are too proud
To say “I’m sorry first”.

So we sit now in total silence, tense,
How can we be so close and yet so far?