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| The following poems were written by none other than my beloved, Pan Forester. |
| Pan's Love |
| Insatiable, unquenchable Rough, soft, Tempestuous Tender, Constant, Spontaneous Rhythmic, Chaotic, Lustful, Fun Playful, Erotic, Magickal ,Fantastic Erection throbbing, head bobbing Hooves stomping, flutes screeching, calling Horns aching, eye gazing, nipples hardening Lips kissing, tongue licking,hands,warm,caressing Fingers exploring, legs quivering, sweat beading Bed of Moss, canopy of Oak, duvet of Fern a lovers' woods In the grove of the Horned God, passion & lust over |
| Without Cyndre |
| The sun doesn't shine it doesn't even rise The moon hides her light behind black clouds of loneliness Rain never stops The wind blows harder & colder Without Cyndre My face can't smile My eyes won't brighten My blood stops flowing My brain goes numb My heart won't beat My tears don't dry Without Cyndre Laughter never comes Joy & Pleasure die Sadness & Loneliness engulf Feelings harden Emotions freeze Thoughts cease Without Cyndre Fires in my soul extinguish Warmth in my heart passes me by The chill of solitude consumes me whole I have no Life Without Cyndre |
| Oh Gentle Pan |
| Wrapped in His arms, A loving embrace, I'm safe and content. To others who do not know Him, His form may frighten. But to me, He is beautiful, And perfect From the points of His horns, To the base of His hooves. His temper, As violent and tempestuous As His soul Is warm and kind. The music He makes, As He dances and plays, Fills my heart And opens my mind, To His passion and pain. My God made flesh, Frolics in the forest, Among the trees and leaves, Loving and celebrating life And all life brings. I long to dance with Him Among the trees and leaves. To kiss His sweet cheek, To have Him smile at me And touch my face. The love and care in His eyes Telling me he loves me, And accept me as I am. My lord of the wood Is always with me. In my soul, my heart, my mind. As long as He is with me, I will never be alone, Or afraid. Pan, Oh gentle Pa |
| My Cyndre |
| Curvatures of Flesh Smooth & Silky Goddess Incarnate Kindred of the Fey Small, yet Full Kind & Gentle Brave & Wise Thighs Thick & Juicy Breasts Large & Round Feet soft & Yummy Long hair flowing Sweet face of a Witch that I long to Kiss Darkness-killing laughter Hearty, Comforting, Sincere Voice of a Siren Melodic, Enticing Eyes Large & soulful Deep & Loving...Beautiful We, my sweetness are bound by Flesh Joined in Spirit Love eternal, boundless, timeless Our souls Meld Our minds Merge Yet remain Unique...and Free! Bodies entwined in a most Sensual Dance Making even Pan blush I Am For You Lover, as you are for Me... My Cynd |
| Pan's Lament |
| My world is a cold, dark place When I lack the sight of your face My heart turns black When you turn your back And I ache and yearn so much To once again revel in your touch Through a tear-induced haze I search for your gaze To meet your sweet eyes Would cease all my cries To hold you near and caress your skin Would save me from this hell I'm in When you are not here I can't stop the tear That comes from the hole Deep inside my soul To see your bright, warm smile again Is all I need to ease my heart's pain To feel you. Hold you, to kiss your sweet lips Would break my dark mood, and make me do flips Your laughter is beautiful and infectious indeed Hearing it now is all that I need To fill my heart with light and with love For you my sweet dove I feel myself falling hard for you My sweet and beautiful Lou. |
| The Pixie |
| In Her mystical land of peace and purity The pixie lives in harmony with nature She is free from worry or pain, Because of Her soul, which is the light of the world, And all who sneak a peak at the pixie To see Her joyful dance, will be filled with happiness and love. The pixie , with her hair of gold and playful nature Will easily charm any onlooker who wishes To catch a glimpse of the beautiful magic she weaves Her hypnotic green eyes and Elven intelligence Are all that she needs to lure travelers To their doom...or destiny! Love is what the pixie really seeks And Her free spirit is full and warm with it Which she gives freely and selflessly. Pleasure, peace and love are what the pixie Desperately needs to keep her light aglow The pixie brings joy and happiness to everyone she sees...... Especially me |
| In Defense of Winter |
| After the leaves Have all but blown away, Brother and sister winter come. Like twins of nature, Same, yet different. Sister snow, Beautiful, bright, gentile. Brother cold, Gray, bitter, harsh. Together, they inspire aw |
| And anger. Brother cold slaps, Sister snow caresses. Blanketing the earth With her white flowing gown, The buds sleep 'til spring. Children laugh and play, Feet wet, cheeks red. Adults curse and slave, Faces cracked, backs aching. The Twins never part, They need each other. Sister keeps brother in line, Brother in turn keeps sister alive. When their time has come, They gladly make way, For mother's day. When Mother GAIA wakes From her winter's nap, And takes her place In spring's garden. Winter is good. Winter is natural. Summer would not come, If winter did not. Nor would spring, If fall stayed home. Season's change As we live on. Winter's insufferable? Now, come on! The joy you feel When spring roses bloom, Would never come, Without winter's gloo |
| The Grove |
| Standing silent vigil Watching, hearing, protecting Still and calm Circle of comfort Family of Natur |
| Swaying in the breeze Whispering chants Kindred folk play Safe and secluded The Fae frolic The Satyrs sing Green and lush Soft and smooth Divine beauty Visually visited by Witches of old Yet untouched by ignorant human hands Watched, Sacred, Protecte |
| Syrinx |
| As beautiful as the Dawning day, As lithe as Rowan tree limbs. I yearned for you. I loved you. I wanted you. Am I that horrific, That death was more appealing? Such a senseless waste of life. Such a senseless waste of love. Love that could have lasted. Love that should have lasted. Love so rich and passionate. Why did you shun me? I would have showed you the world, I would have given you the moon. The grove is my home. The grove is sacred. The grove could've been our home. Love burns for you still, in these bestial veins. The reeds you became, The reeds I picked. Fashioned into flutes. Fashioned by passion. Fashioned by hurt. Haunting melodies I play on them, Keeping your memory alive. The sound they make comforts me, the sound they make taunts me. Reminding me of you. Reminding me of my love, Reminding me of you. Close to my heart you will always be, Your name always at the edge of my lip |
| This is the first "real" poem I ever wrote, and hopefully it won't be the las |
| Forever Taboo |
| Images of you... Erotic yet innocent encompass my thoughts They care not how hard I try to push them away Bringing on feelings of want... A need to feel your skin against mine So soft it is... A craving to become lost within your embrace Always safe & comforting... The taste of your lips Like the nectar of the Gods themselves... The scent you leave behind flooding my senses... To look into your face Becoming lost within your soulful eyes... To feel your growing desire Makes my hunger for you all the more insatiable... Till that fateful time, we wait... Together... Alone with visions of what could be What our flesh & spirit demands Must be Something Forever Taboo |
| Cyndre Forester |
| April 16, 1996 |
| I found this poem on someone's web site, and thought it beautiful.. |
| One |
| by Daniel J Lashua |
| A man walked alone, His God has failed, Under dark black night Sky, The Moon full and veiled. |
| He walked in the Forest, Passed through the Trees. The Wind cleared his thoughts, A cool Autumn Breeze. |
| Surrounded by Nature, Completely Divine. The rushing Brook spoke To his Heart, to his Mind! |
| Walking alone, Set deep in a trance, His heart started beating. His eyes did a dance. |
| The Trees rustled softly, They spoke to the Wind. They spoke to this Man, To his heart, from within. |
| The truth shined so brightly In the Forest the Night. After ages of searching He found what was right. |
| When he left he followed The Moon glowing strong. He'd found the answers He'd sought for so long. |
| Divinity is found In the rustling Trees. In sweet scented Blossoms, In the Ants and the Bees |
| It's found in the Sky, Covering our heads. It's found in the soil, on which we tread. |
| In the purest of Gems, And the roughest of Stones. In the frolicking Deer, And in melodious Tones. |
| It is in out hearts, In our minds, in our souls. All here together All making one whole |
| Divinity states An it harm none, Do as thou wilt Together, as ONE |
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| Syrinx was Pan's first published work! |
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