Welcome, dear friends and all those who I never met!
Before you read any of these poems, that came from the hearts of fellow human beings, I would like to ask to keep an open mind and a loving heart.
No, there is no pornographic content, no vulgar language here, neither racist thoughts or putting down of minorities. However, there are many different people with as many different beliefs and opinions.
I have learned much from reading poetry that expresses these feelings and beliefs and found them to be more touching and truthful then some of the poetry by the most well known writers.
Thank you, for sharing your thoughts with us! I am honored to publish them for you!
MOUNTAIN HOME
I want to see the full moon
through the lace of the forest curtain.
I want to feel the magic of her light -
caressing my heart, comforting my soul.
I want to hear the wolves singing to her
of her beauty and wisdom.
I want to feel the life energy of the Earth Mother
beneath my bare feet -
knowing her strength and fertile nourishment.
I want to smell her rich, loamy cologne -
every breath intoxicating.
I want to hear the music of the wilderness -
the crickets and night birds singing their harmonies of life
while the other creatures sing background vocals.
I want to silently watch the four-leggeds,
the flyers, the crawlers and the swimmers,
performing their living ballet,
each one confidently knowing their own dance steps.
I want to love and experience each one personally,
for each one is my roommate sharing the same house.
I want to hear the playful creek giggling
as it rough and tumbles over it's rocky playground.
I want to taste its cold, crisp refreshment
from my lips all the way to my toes.
I want to feel the pure icy water as it plays
tickle-bee with my fingertips.
I want to hear the crackle, snap of the campfire
as it celebrates eternal power.
I want to smell the sage and cedar burning
as the smoke carries my prayer to the Great Spirit.
I want to feel its gentle warmth when the night air
sends shivers down my back and goose bumps me all over.
I want to feel the soft wind
kissing my skin.
I want to hear its soft, loving whispers
through the canopy of trees surrounding me
telling all secrets if I only listen hard enough.
I want to feel the gentle rains,
lovingly cleansing my body and refreshing my spirit.
I want to hear each rain drop
pat, pat, patting their rhythm
in time with the rest of the forest concert.
I want to see the rainbow -
a magic, living tapestry in the sky.
I want to smell the freshly showered earth,
the air heavy with the incense of flowers, plants,
dirt, and the moldy aroma of decay.
I want to count the stars on my woodland ceiling
and feel the limitless space of the heavens.
And then I will know the comforting security of my home
on the mountain.
Marylu Magnuson
April 1995
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FULL CIRCLE
I craved the forest when I was small.
I remember the feeling and I heard the call.
I knew that something special grew,
But as years passed, I forgot I knew.
I struggled then for years and years.
I killed the pain and hid the fears.
I pretended that I didn’t know.
I didn’t want my Self to show.
Finally the answer came;
I heard the Goddess call my name.
Once again the forest beckoned me;
The mountains I wanted so desperately.
Then one morning I opened my eyes;
Joyous and grateful were my cries!!!
In the Forest I now live.
With all my soul I now give.
I dedicate mySelf to Pagan Road
and thank Wild Woman for my mountain abode.
Now the path I see is clear.
I know the Guides have led me here.
The Earth, my Mother, gives me life.
I now live daily free of strife.
I’ve learned to listen to the voice deep within.
Full circle, I return to the forest again.
Marylu Magnuson
June 1998
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ON THE WALLKILL RIVER
Teardrops of ice
Mingle with fresh green~
Ice-crusted grass
Spreads to new blades, en masse.
Tall jungle of dried tufts
Shields secret rebirth
And the Wallkill runs, racing~
Singing God's Symphony.
W1ndhorse
11/27/77
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My heart is too big to be conformed
So in this world I am considered to be deformed
We are told to be of stone to survive
But how can I be cold-hearted and still be alive
I constantly dream of a world made for me
Where everyone can do what they want and be free
A place where there's no greed
Everyone has everything they need
A place where doors are never locked
And where no one will ever be shot
A place where everyone is treated the same
And we only classify people by their names
A place where love can run wild
And there is no sadness by the birth of a child
A place where hate is rately seen
I just wish this place wasn't just a dream
I've been hurt too many times
I've ignored too many signs
My heart, now, continually crys
So I'm no longer going to try
I've lived my life on my own
And that's how I'll remain; all alone
Although my heart will never set me free
It knows that love is my destiny
I must fight love over and over again
Because I am tired of the endless pain
cage of gold around my heart
ripped it out
tore it apart
built it up around the sun
the days of old have just begun
I remember things I did not live
people begging me to give
faces explode in violent rage
like the sun burning in my cage
I lift a finger
I give a dollar
but wait......
its not enough
giving, giving, my life turned to giving
I try to stop but its too hard
no way to quite, my passage is barred
a cage, a cage
i'm in that cage
I never built it around the sun
I built it around myself
to prevent what?
I haven't a clue
my life is filled with mysteries
that only the elders of lore can answer
I cannot understand myself
how am I supposed to understand others?
I cannot, nor will I be able to
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
leave me alone
pummeling rage grows in my head
must be released or I'll be dead
all the life that I've been giving
becomes the death that I'll be living
cannnot breath, cannot stand
the cardiac fire turns me to sand
death I see her coming near
she grips me softly
takes my hand with a strength
that only darkness may possess
envelopes me,
draws me near
I blink
is it over?
I open my eyes to a different land
f*** it all, I am dead
I need no thoughts for there is no life within me
I finally stopped all my giving
I am one within my soul
drowning in a world of gold
written by a 15 year old young man
1994
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