The Druid Grove

by **Crow** » 21 Feb 2005, 21:28

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

by **Underground River** » 19 Mar 2005, 18:08

Laughter

Something in the air
Something intangible
But something there
A vibration
A resonance
Propagates
Toward me
On a wave of sound
I hear it
And the vibration
Shudders through me
As laughter
Relieving all my tensions
I am happy now
For the world
Is once again
Balanced.
Copyright by GreenDruid January 24, 2005.
This poem was inspired by Robb Hawklord's silliness in the druid chat one day. Thanks, Hawky, for the awen.
GD

by **Underground River** » 19 Mar 2005, 18:25

Strange River

A strange sound
An odd kind of harmony
In my life
A torrent of things I do not quite
Fully comprehend
I stand on the banks of a strange river
Hearing the water rush
I cannot understand why this river exists
It is so strange
Who put it here?
What forces installed it between its mysterious banks?
My heart is filled with wonder and fear at this river
How could such a beautiful thing exist?
How could so much peace and power flow from such
An ordinary thing as moving water?
I stand on these banks
Staring
Down
At myself.
Copyright by GreenDruid February 8, 2005.
The river is me as you might have guessed.

GD

by **Lily** » 20 Mar 2005, 11:08

Embarrassment of mythical proportions

That Dragons fart, and Fairies burp -
just think of it, and you're a twerp!
Unpleasant emanating scent
would lead to elves' embarrassment!

A funny sight it'd be indeed
the Faerie Queene fell off her steed
or rather this - a scene of choice
would that the Banshee lose her voice!

Or think of this: instead of burn
as he was wont to do in turn
the Phoenix would explode, alas,
from excess of accumulated gas....

all these, and some more oddities -
- such as a Pookah catching fleas -
come to my mind, this day of spring
and as your bard do I them sing....

My aim was just to pass your while
and with some luck, to make you smile!

Lily, March 20, 2005

(no offense to any Phoenixes present!)

by **Underground River** » 20 Mar 2005, 16:31

Interesting thoughts, Lily. If I am ever afraid of some mythical creature, I will try and remember this poem and that maybe these creatures sometimes have human problems and aren't perfect.

Great rhyming too!
GD

by **Kat Lady** » 20 Mar 2005, 16:40

3 poems that are a very good beginning: One about joy, one that is contemplative, and one just silly! Variety is the spice of life for sure!

by **Lily** » 20 Mar 2005, 16:53

Mythical problems, more likely, GD! Glad you liked it!

by **Ima** » 20 Mar 2005, 18:21

Healing

I look at the clouds and gaze at the sky
Can't help but wonder why
This day I feel so good
Why this extatic mood...

It's not the sunshine
For it is not to be seen
Not this health of mine
Poorer then it's ever been

It's the understanding
This life is handing
Me my chance of healing
Of realy realy feeling

So I grab it with both hands
Read and study and write
Travel trough all the lands
But most of all - deep inside

by **Underground River** » 20 Mar 2005, 18:50

Very nice poem about reaching out and taking hold of our once in a lifetime chances. Well-done!
GreenDruid

by **Saille-Panthera** » 20 Mar 2005, 21:08

The path

I am standing at a cross-road,
where past and present are shown,
and a glimpse of the future is to be seen.

Looking back I see the nice straight shortcut,
on a broad asphalt road I could have travelled.
Next to it lies the path with the numerous bends, diversions and cross-roads I have travelled,
and the thorny bushes and pitfalls I had to struggle through, the wounds of which are still healing.

Yet I am grateful I have chosen that way,
for when I would have travelled the other path,
I wouldn’t have smelt the roses,
or watch them bloom beautifully,
on the thorny bushes!

I would have missed the lake of contemplation,
where I have rested in the shade of a beautiful weeping willow,
to recover my strength,
and where I have found the courage,
to wrestle through the thorny bushes.

Yes, looking back, I’ve travelled the right path,
And I say thanks for the lessons life has taught me.

Now I must chose the path to travel further on,
Which road to take?
The one where the destination is clear from where I stand,
or the path through the forest, with many sideways,
of which I cannot see where it will lead me, but only guess where it will be going.
I don’t have to ask myself, for I know which path is mine to travel…

Saille, March 20, 2005

by **Saille-Panthera** » 20 Mar 2005, 21:11

I really like the poems that are posted here, especially the ones of Underground River and Ima, I think it were these poems that gave me the awen to write the one I just entered! Thanks for that :hug:

Blessings,
Saille :hug:

by **Underground River** » 20 Mar 2005, 21:15

Thank you, Willow.

I am glad I inspired you! Your poem was excellent too, so well-said.
GD

by **Saille-Panthera** » 20 Mar 2005, 21:19

Thanks

by **Ai-Ante** » 20 Mar 2005, 21:32

Words of Wisdom

Words on the wind were spoken
By the graying angels of the highest tower,
Where the God of the masses sat,
Triumphant and conflicted, laughing at me in haste,
“What good have you served man?” He queried.
“What purpose has life given you?”
Grinning inwardly I stared with certain eyes,
For I knew my answer, but he, this God, did not.
“Will you not answer me?” He squandered on,
“Or will I have to punish your malevolent thoughts?”
“It is love,” I began, “That I have been brought here for.”
Scowling he began to pull back, “Love?”
“Aye sir, hath you forgotten this?” I said in victorious rapture.
“Perhaps I have, for the love I know would never choose,
So easily, to be part of such a drifter as yourself.”
Without thinking, I realized the answer to all questions,
To all trials and tribulations, for it was all before me,
“Maybe then, sir,” I smirked, “You do not create love.”
“Then who does boy? Who has that power?”
“I do, sir.”

by **White Dragonwolf** » 21 Mar 2005, 06:56

I love all the poems posted here. Saille me and you are on the same wavelength. I read your entry after I had posted mine in the other forum. I know how you feel. This calling is heartfelt and it makes you realize that you have a life path.

by **Cailleach** » 21 Mar 2005, 08:21

Entry - A Spell on Samhuinn

Enclosed within shadowy veil
Wandering through the chilly sleet
Bare feet
Twilight where old souls will meet.

Spinning and weaving through the aether
Scarlet light
Silken silver woven tight
Darkness to the bones tonight.

Black wings hold my body close
Molding to my freezing skin
Wrapped tight to hold the darkness in.

by **willowmist** » 21 Mar 2005, 13:48

Home
writen:August 2002
(for my mother)

I'm leaving on a trip, going places I've never been.
Before I take the first step, I look upon you in sorrow.
I must go, though I may never return.

Long and lonly is the path I tread.
Leading me to places seen in dreams.
A course feet alone see, for I am forever more looking back.

Blue sky above, sun on my face.
I see it not, the path is dark.
Golden is the grass, wind blows cares away.

A river of tears flow, a drink for a thirsty land.
No arms to hold that which I can see, too great a distance.
Will I be home soon?

The land calls no more.
What once was, never was.
My home is not the same.

A new land calls out, but it is not home, you are.
When will you come, home?
Will you come to me, hole of my heart?

I am adrift, homeless.
My home is not of earth, nor life.
But love, what of it?

My home is of love, nothhing else.
I will stay my weary feet, in the presence of my loved ones.
This is my home, never ending, ever lasting.

by **willowmist** » 21 Mar 2005, 14:10

Druids
written: May 15, 2003
(written under the name lonewanderer)

I walk with Power.
Nature my Mother, Wisdom my Father.
The Triad my Sisters, the Universe my Brother.
The World my Provider, Earth my Child.
I am a watcher, a Guardian of Forests.
A Protector of the Crossroads, and Secret Keeper of the Old Trackways.
I may appear to be alone, and feel alone at times.
Yet in my Heart of Hearts I know it is not so.
I harken to the Voice of Reason within.
Many a trial I face alone in this Age of Man.
All things must pass in time, like storms.
Soon the Sun shall shine once more.
Imparting its warmth to all.
So shall We do likewise in our time.
The time of Druids rises and falls, with life's need of it.
Life flowes and ebbs like an endless river.
We are Coricals who follow the flow through out time everlasting.

by **Prairie_Kestrel** » 21 Mar 2005, 15:57

Song of the Flood

I sing in my soul of a better way,
A way free from anger and fear.

"Let go...Let go..."
A voice in my head cries.
"No," I answer, "I'm afraid."
Lightning crashes, the rains begin.

"Let go....Let go..."
A great river overflows its banks,
But what will be destroyed in the flood?
The river floods, bringing life and renewal.

I sing in my soul of the welcome storm,
And the water that washes all away.

"Let go....Let go..."
"No," I answer, "I'm afraid."
I cling to the saftey of what I know.
Below me, the great chasm opens.

"Let go...Let go..."
A young birds clings to a branch.
He, too, is afraid of falling.
Falling, he learns to fly.

I sing in my soul of the freedom of flight,
And the dreams carried on the wind.

"Let go....Let go...."
"Yes," I answer, "Yes."

I sing in my soul of the lightning and the flood,
Of the fear and of the fall, of endings and beginnings.

"Let go...Let go..."

Nothing here remains.

--Erin {Kestrel}

by **Underground River** » 21 Mar 2005, 16:37

Prairie_Kestrel, this is a masterpiece!
Willowmist, I also love your druid poem.
GD

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2005 BELTANE/SAMHUINN SHORT POETRY ENTRIES

2005 BELTANE/SAMHUINN SHORT POETRY ENTRIES

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