2005 SAMHUINN/BELTANE SHORT POEM ENTRIES

[Crow]

Notice: Please post your short poems for the current Eisteddfod here. Short poems must be 30 lines or less:

[MystWind]

Journey

passing past my sense, fading though the mists of being, I will walk past shores on a sunless cloudfull day. Traveling by empty forests, enriching my soul.

Ever will My deeper me journey towards the unknown wisdom and experiences. discovering sea clums, swimming deeper and deeper. further and further in to the mists of the sea.

My tears washed away by the flow of the beauty of this new world, swimming deeper and deeper, never ending.

Breath does not exist, its allready gone, now my soul is in charge. swimming, crying, deeper and deeper. I am out of the water, I have reached the end of this world. yet there is more to discover, more to enrich my soul.

Ah the forest, its beauty caught me, it lured me in, tranced. Further I go, walking or running, surpassing the mists of the wet atmosphere surrounding me. tears of an unknow emotion I am used to, fall never to touch the ground.

I stand at the bottom of a mountain I havn't seen comming, wich doesn't amaze me, becuase it has never been there. I will climb, my soul will, I will enrich the mountain by me , i will enrich all my comming lifes by the mountain.

The mountain. The mountain is in me, the mountain doesn't exist anymore, its a part of me.I can't fall although i would wish to. How can i endure this ever enriching. why havn't i failed yet by the great goddess I am but little part of?

I don't have a body. I never had. Goddess blessed me with that. I don't want a body. I want nothing I want no knowledge, i want no sorrow, I want no beauty, I want anything impossible to be possible so it wouldn't be so hard to know it isn't.

hate all love all, i wish i didn't.

©Bard Balance

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My bardic name

[MystWind]

Despaire

The uncertain always lurks in the dark. And when you have received the certain, it lures you toward itself.

The uncertain has a glamour about it, when you have done one task and your soul has gained the knowledge it wants, the knowledge it needs to feed, its immediately ready to move on.

But why oh great goddess, are we to be supervised by thou hard teachings, why can our ever traveling souls never take rest and settle down?

Oh goddess, I ask thou for mercy, but I know the best mercy I can receive is the mercy of continueing learning, not to hide from my destiny...

Why does the uncertain and unknown always look the best while it isn't? Why oh goddess, is life we must celibrate so full of despisefull glitches?

death will bring no good, it will only trouble the process, while life brings little good, i suppose its that I should clam to.

I love life, but why must I trouble my way? Its me, me! a part of the oh great goddess who has choosen this path, my ever lasting soul who has decided it, yet I love it for the difficulty and the love of the simpellness of the yet gained. I will continue now...

[MystWind]

Trapped Within myself

Ah, trapped within the thought of my manners, trapt within the look of my outer being, hatred, false truth and the soul of a protector of illusion of a falsed twisted inner truth.

It cannot be undone though I would want to, pain in my heart, for liking to be what I don't want to be! hating myself for loving myself, like a split personallity, i wish it was.

My eyes as stone statues guarding my tears, if one tries to pop out it get trow back, even deeper to my sorrow. My eyes have there own will, but the tyran of me tells them to fling tears back.

Why, oh great goddess, must I be like me, influencing others, in a way I know is not correct, though I think it is? Why must i surpress others, beleaving to give them treir freedom?

I know the path, it is ahead, but I follow the paralell path, leading me to the place I must be, to the place I am destiend to be. leading me to where the real me, wich i don't want to be, rulez its reign while surpressing me.

Love is a thing I happen to know. Love is a thing, I know how to get.Yet just when I am about to receive what i strived to get, i will block myself, and starting to talk about my goals.

My goals are the rulers of me. they know how to let me suffer the most. Unknowing is the greatest freedom man can get, though out of hatred of myself, and love for others, I must bring tears to those I am destined to share it with!

Knowing love will bring horror, and horror will bring no love, I hate myself not, because the easier path of loving myself for what I am, leads me towards the same place, the place I am destined to be.

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hope you have enjoyed reading:)

[Night Hawk]

RISE UP, O VOICE, RISE UP

Rise up. O Voice, rise up
And sing your praises to the King

Rise up, O Voice, rise up
Raise it with a mighty shout
THat you may speak and none may doubt

Rise up, O Voice, rise up
Summon Life full to its dance
That all may sense Life's full expance

Rise up, O Voice, rise up
Sing your harmonies in the hills
That they may resound with holy thrill

Rise up, O Voice, rise up
That you may help all those in need
Comforting those who are in grief

Rise up, O Voice, rise up
And speak your prophesies of old
That all through them shall be made bold

Rise up, O Voice, rise up
And let your righteous anger flow
That all who hear are called to go
To gather Living Seeds to sow

Rise up, O Voice, rise up
Breathe Song into the stilling heart
That it may beat with Life to live
That Life itself may be its gift

Rise up, O Voice, rise up!

[Underground River]

Bloodsong

I hear a song
Moving through my blood
The call of a time long ago
The call of a mystery
Deep in my DNA stirs a thought
A tiny memory
I hold it in my mind
As I listen to the bloodsong
My heart races in time to its music
I live! I breathe! I am!
The bloodsong is alive in me
Warm and salty like the sea
It flows through me, nurrishes me
The Earth mother seems to live inside me
Part of her is part of me
I am part of her
We mix, no longer two
But only one
She flows through me, I flow through her
The song of time, the song of blood
The song of Earth, the song of love
Weeve and sing and intertwine
Melodies strung together
Guitar strings plucked by the hands of the mother
An instrument of love and peace.
September 14, 2005.

[Mika]

Before you and me
Before humans appeared
Before lions roared in the jungle
Before the trees

Before the touch
The smell
The sight
The hearing

Before the baby smile
Before stars started to shine
Before the Universe was created
Before all existing things

I was already there...

...As a relentless promise.

(Mika, August 2005)

[Mika]

From the center of my being
As Earth in its darkness,
As truth grows in silence,
I become who I really am.

And my heart is a river

I find the sacred in
I find the sacred out
Nature as Reality
Reality as God
God in my Self.

And my heart is a river

I’m a fool that celebrates the seasons.
Once I was careless of the multidimension
But now I’m a traveller between the worlds
a searcher of the essential.

And my heart is a river...



(Mika, August 2005)

[Awnya]

Oh Shining One

"Hail, Oh Shining One, my protector and friend."
"Hail, Dear Heart." He salutes back.
"I will be a protector of thee."
His presence fills me with courage and peace.

"Hail, Oh Shining One, my protector and friend.
"Hail, Thou who dwells in the temple of the Bright-Faced One."
"Hail, Dear Heart." He salutes back. "I will be a protector of thee."

I know he speaks the truth
For he has proven his loyalty
More than I know possible
But I recall of a time he was there.

When at that time unknown to me
From out of the pit evil did simmer to take me away and do me harm
From those that I care and love.

But his sword pierced the night like a flaming sword
To warn what could befall me.
Acting quickly as he smote my enemy before me,
I arrived at my destination free.

[mawnanian]

Water Baby

I looked into the pool; the eye of the Goddess
Gazing down into its sun dappled mystery
Trying to see beyond the skin-like surface
With its whirling insects and elegantly drifting leaves
Down into the rich dark water
Trying to touch the secrets that lay beneath

The Goddess looked back at me
Seeing me clearly against the sky
Seeing beneath my skin, my veneer, my protection
Stripping away my carefully crafted persona
Down to my hidden inner self
Exposing the secrets that lay within my soul

For she is within me and of me
She courses through my veins and fills every cell of my body
I cannot think or breathe without her blessing
She is the essence of my being
I am nothing without her
But dust

[igsaisb]

Drowned Soul

The waters do not fill my lungs,
As they do the streets,
And my tears can not drain them,
But I labor to breathe;

The winds do not shatter my limbs,
As they did the ancient oaks,
And my muscles can not raise them,
But I am broken;

The bullets do not pierce me,
as the desperation explodes,
and my cries can not help,
But I bleed;

The bowl of the city fed me well,
With love, friendship and wisdom,
And now it cries for the same,
But I can do so little;

I will dance there again,
As the city will play on,
And I can not resist her call,
But I foverever know we drowned.

[dara]

Spiritual Genealogy


My family tree has roots in ancient walls of stone
Built long ago by hands of those
Now slumbering in my mind.

I fly across a sea of dreams...
The magic morning winds of Slane
Stir fading embers in my wintry heart.

The ancient ones awaken, turning toward me
As they call me from my sleep,
Chanting mantras to the rhythms of my heart.

Spirits of the countless fires which warmed the cenobitic souls
Restore my own with flames,
And promises of fullness in their light.

I wander up a hill of kings and goddesses.
A gentle breeze transports me far beyond the realms
Of time and space, and then...

The ghosts of saints and druids reaching out their hands to mine
Invite me to their fiery dance, and sing
To me their songs of strength and will.

Forty minutes, days, and lifetimes pass beside a silver lake
Where I feel the fire that gives me
Strength and purpose for my soul.

My ancestors have joined me and they take me to a
Sacred place where stones and water tell the tales
Of lives that have transformed and fed my own.

In a cool and misty grove of oaks I've stopped to rest and ponder this.
And paths stretch out before me,
As eternal as my mind and healing heart.

[Skylark]

I wrote this poem on 11 September 1993, when my daughter was 7, and it's about the pride you feel as your children get older and go through their stages - but you can only have the moment once, so you have to treasure each one.

She's Growing Up

My sweet little girl
Has a gappy smile,
She's going to be toothless
For a while.

She settled down
To wiggle them and pray
That they'd both come out
On the same day.

She pestered me constantly
Without relief,
Until, before bedtime,
I'd pulled out both teeth.

Her gaps are so grown up,
She feels like a star...
So how will I cope
When she gets her first bra??

[Skylark]

This poem was written today, 27 September 2005, but it was inspired by a bit of free time at the end of a modern jive class in the early weeks of this year.

When Jonathan Asked Me to Dance

When Jonathan asked me to dance I was glad and excited,
Cos he’s got a style and technique that are second to none;
All the girls looking jealously on would have been as delighted,
And the guys watch him closely to try and perceive how it’s done.
Any woman he partners is Queen of the floor,
Even if she’s never done it before;
And his eyes simply sparkle with fun.

When Jonathan asked me to dance, there was nothing romantic:
The village-hall fluorescent lights shone as harsh as the day;
But the rhythm was neither too slow nor impossibly frantic,
And with his strong lead I knew just when to spin and to sway.
There was no choreography, no move was planned;
But the warmth of his confidence glowed in my hand
Till my nervousness melted away.

When Jonathan asked me to dance, I could feel the world slowing
And slowly receding until we two seemed quite alone;
I followed him through the whole song till the instinct was flowing
To know what to do, though he made up the rules on his own.
He made me a gypsy, an empress, a sprite,
A river of fire and a skylark in flight,
But a dancer in flesh, blood and bone.

When Jonathan asked me to dance, he was courteous and knightly,
Leading me back to my seat with a wink and a squeeze,
And I found I was laughing a lot and trembling slightly,
Still feeling the thrill of his smile and the effortless ease.
And the man that I love? He was fine, I could tell,
For he was up dancing with someone as well,
Showing some girl that this was a breeze!

[Ki No Ronin]

Konnichi Wa to All:

As a Shorted Version of my "Three Times Three Triad of Wisdom" Poetic Prose Method that I have invented, I created "The Triple Triad" Composition. I have decided to enter my First Triple Triad Composition into the Short Poetry Category of the 2005 Samhain Eisteddfod Competition.


It is where you do just Three Verses of 3 Triads of Wisdom all on the Same Subject, which was Change. It was in a thread in Lady Nimue-San's Common Ground forum.

It is located at:
http://www.druidry.org/board/viewtopic. ... 60&start=0

Since a bunch of members started making all sorts of statements on the subject in the , I decided to compose a Triple Triad on the Subject.

It goes:



Triple Triad On Change:

With Change:
- Comes the New Seasons
- Comes the New Crops
- Comes New Life

Without Change:
- There would be No New Life after Death
- There would be Nothing New Interesting Things in Life
- There would not be New Lessons of Wisdom Learned

Regardless of Change:
- The Power of the Goddess will not Diminish.
- The Cycles of Life will Continue
- The Universe is Immortal



Domo Arigato Gozaimasu

[DaRC]

Gol Dheys is the unified cornish spelling of the name for Harvest Home or Alban Elfed. Indeed the CofE Harvest Home was taken from the Cornish festival in an attempt to X-tianise the festival in the 18th Century. This was inspired by an MTB ride home from work...

Gol Dheys
These are the gold days, where treacle sun rays
pour over hay seeds, fruitful golden meads.
Inside the honey glow, where heart and limb flow,
is filled with nectar, preserved in nurture.

This is the gold daze, spirit's happy glaze
that sparkles these souls wrapped in Nature's oils.
Such lubrication fulfils emotion
and joy overflows folded in ecstatic throws.

The Cornish Gol Dheys; merry, happy sighs
of clotted cream teas and shimmering seas,
long and golden sands, playful happy hands.
A saffron cake, spread with butter, just baked.

Few are the gold days, long is the mind's gaze,
that dragon like stored this cognisant hoard.

Cheers, Dave.

[Potia]

Green Man in the City

The Green Man is in the city
Though He wears a different face
The Green Man is in the city
He's seen all over the place

No matter what your faith is
No matter your belief
The Green Man is there to help you
Not to lead you into grief

His voice is strangely piercing
His skin of emerald hue
To summon Him is easy
My son knows what to do

You press the little button
You call to him out loud
You wait until you hear
That strangely piercing sound

And then you cross in safety
That busy dangerous place
But don't forget to thank Him
Though He wears a different face

We cross the road in safety
My Rowan child and I
And then we thank Him nicely
Before we say goodbye

Yes, the Green Man is in the city
He keeps you safe you see
At every single crossing
He's there for you and me.


A little something inspired by my daily walk with my son Rowan to his nursery.

Blessings
Potia.

[Skylark]

The Empty Nest

Your energy here is a tonic,
I think you must be half bionic.
You make me laugh till it hurts chronic;
We’ll laugh some more when you come home.

The cat brought a mouse in at midnight
And I had to stop her in mid-flight;
I’m still wondering whether I did right –
It’s your turn next time you come home.

I found your keys under your mattress;
I’ll send them to you with those batteries.
D’you want me to water your cactus?
We’ll speak of this when you come home.

I really do wish you were here;
You’re gone more than half of the year!
I’ve shed more than one maudlin tear,
Now my two fledglings have flown.

So you thought I would welcome the back of you?
My heart’s yearning just to keep track of you,
And the house aches throughout for the lack of you,
So when are you going to come home?

29-9-05

[starspawned]

The rise of Fall

Autumn leaves
by the back door
and takes my sunny broom
to sweep the snow from my eyelids.

Yule be back
I whisper in foggy anticipation.
Scratching a hole through the frosty fern patterns on my window
I peer into the expectant night...

And the night peers back.

[Azrienoch]

Lament for Herodotus

This is an ode to my birdie,
Herodotus, my friend.
You were, oh, so purdy,
Right up to the end.
I loved the way you cocked your head
And listened intently
Then attempt to say what I said.
You’d snuggle up gently,
And close your eyes,
And ask to be scratched.
As I’d leave I’d hear your cries;
Your devotion to me was unmatched.
I’m so terribly sorry
That things ended this way.
It’s hard not to worry
If you’re now really okay.
It’s hard not to cry.
Our time together went so quick.
My sweet boy - I love you bud - goodbye.
(Click, click, squeak, click click).