More Poetry

The Rose

It may start with just a seed
but as it rains
it begins to grow...

Could be single or all in rows
it starts with a vine
and then a few leaves
they could be short
or the kind that weaves...

As the petals begin to emerge
then you realize what you have is a rose.

Seasons

Our year begins with Samhain
To the womb of the Mother Goddess
The Horned God now returns
until the day he is born again
the great wheel turns...

Yule approaches
Bring to us the child of promise
it is the great mother who gives birth to him
the Lord of light is born again...

As spring arrives with Imbolc
we celebrate with our Goddess Brigid
Bride is come, bride is welcome
the nights get shorter
and everyday we get more sun
upon the alter lies
fresh spring flowers
are placed before our eyes
the lady awaits her honor
put up your glasses and choose a toast
we should make it elegant,  but simple so no one should boast...

In the divine name of Ostara
here is the Goddess of fertility
and the Sun God King
Blessed be in her Springtime rite
Blessed Be in his sacred light...

For we await Beltane
where the Maiden is married
and she becomes pregnant with a life
and a child is to be carried...

The Maiden becomes Mother
and becomes wiser
as she enters the stage of becoming a Crone
she sits upon her mighty throne
yet watching her offspring turn to another...

As Mabon begins to come about
now let everyone dance and shout
now is the time of balance
when night and day face each other as equals
so it goes what sets must rise.
That which was never born can never die
let all celebrate and give thanks to life
none shall mourn and none shall cry.
For our new year is about to start
all over again
Merry Meet and Merry Part
to everyone Blessed Be.

Laughter
~by MJNoland


Laughter…
bitter sweet…
dancing like faeires upon the waves of the mother sea….
Flowing about with her jostling….
lapping at life with vigor….
crashing to the beating of the mothers breast….
Flowing to the moon, and all her glory……

Laughter….
children sing the praises…
dancing in the waves….
Crying chides the sorrows that will leap within the gaiety….
smile…….child smile……
can you feel the child smiling….

Oh low….and beyond…..Changing….
break of day! break of Day!

As HE shines……
oh my shining……
spreading slowly…..
creeping…caressing….


Shadows of light…Pouring forth your love…..


Your love…
lingering in the heavens…
that linger in the abyss of night.
Warming all the fires……
Burning bright!

You dance in cosmic symmetry…..
you glide about the air…….
Universe, the stars….
they are you audience…..

Who are we?
W are you children….
laughter! laughter! laughter!


Embracing my Father, my Lord, my God…..

Embracing the light and tender,
smooth as silk upon the flesh,
smooth, as your under

Thrusting madly!
Wildly thrusting into the core of my life.

Laughter…..laughter…..

Laying gentle musk filled kisses...
laying tender lips…..
sweet like nectar…
taste the vine.

Onward pressing break of day….

Laughter, overcoming, laughter…..
child…..press on……….
press on……..
press……
on.



Moon Mother
By Laurel

I am your child of innocence...your natural born...no laws but yours can tame me...no love but
your own

Everlasting... Everchanging...

Thousand formed...your eyes are ducks on the wing...your foot is dancing foam...i am your
dancer...you are the dance...song without limit...drummer and tune...a whole orchestra...of
your love...I could walk...your golden path...staight to the sun...two-step my way....

To your heart...o send me away...let me swing on your star...inconstant ripple...stream lake
pond... ocean...whirlpool...crashing great one... earthsucker...the one and only true love...you
leave treasure everywhere... sand dollars...smooth stone...your edible green hair...

This is our life mama...yours and mine...all the flickering powers...all the shimmering
lights...currents alternate...and direct...i might hold the cork...but you are the flow... the
circuit...

The breaker the spare dry cell...insanity at midnight... prayers at dawn...ecstasy in the noon
heat... mirage that points... to the real splendor... gold and saffron, ruby and red, sunrise,
moonset...

The single song of all...that is, was, and ever shall be

Blessed Be....