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Karijinbba Jul 2020
Well dear poet Diya
Your poem inspired my next one.

How lovely expressed your story poem reposted on the page of a great Poet I am so fond of
Master Poet Pagan Paul
my loyal reader writer
gracious poet on HP

Through the years
poet Pagan Paul is a
loyal amazing writer.
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So dear poet Diya
I see the glass half full not half empty nor overflowing,

So do not cast spells on yourself
Roses aren't death!
Be careful what you think and write it becomes law.

The rooms filled with roses for me inferred by my own ancient true love are ALIVE because I watched E.T The movie
and my beloved was there too with his face among the toys hiding in a love letter he sent to me anonymously.

So even though we are apart temporarily
we aren't divided in heart
nor soul by divine doing.

My E.T out worldly is!
And he has powers to bring dead roses to thrive alive again!
For, such is the power of love
the prayers of the heart are true.

Many times I buy Roses instead of food and then I fast steadfast
His roses aren't death they are alive in me in most mine art.
No one is able nor allowed to curse me nor his Roses or his memory in me.
Nobody can place any spells on this divine sacred fact.

Oh well Dija thanks for your "Midnight" poem inspiration.
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By:Karijinbba
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Inspired firstly by my first live and teacher my once upon a time epic beloved.
LittleFreeBird Jul 2020
Wild spirit  
dancing under
Moon lit
sky
bathing in  
Her nocturnal
essence

Artemis
Diana
Hecate


Shadow twisting
around the fire
kissing
naked skin
toes skimming
in exultation

Maiden
Mother
Crone
...
jules May 2020
i sit in the bathtub
surrounded by
lit candle wicks
allowing tears to flow
feeling the comforting
cleansing of the water
wash over me gently
as i connect to my breath

the new moon
allows for manifestations
and new beginnings
so, i grab pen and paper
and jot down:

when i see myself in the mirror
i want to look deep within
and see the divine being i am
instead of
someone i wish not to be

i wish to cultivate
self-love, stillness
and harmony;
giving myself the space
to slow down and reconnect
while loving myself tenderly
for all that i am

i wish to spread
this love of self
unto others in my life
and to the collective
beings on the planet

in hopes that they too
will see the beauty
that is already within them

thanking the four elements:
earth, air, fire and water
for their guidance
and protection,

i step out of the bathtub
blow out the candles
dry myself off and
step out of the sacred space
releasing my intentions
into the wild.
le fey May 2020
Long ago burst in flames
Tortured for alleged blames
****** in pain 'the devil’s witch'
A folk in laughter at her final twitch.
Malicious with lacerating mows
Devoting themselves to diabolic vows.
A loving sacrifice of precious coal
For leaving a wound - tremendous -
In her immortal soul.
rk May 2020
in the darkness i dance
crimson hair
like flames on the wind,
the moonlight
kissing my skin
wearing nothing
but midnight
i lie in wait,
surrendering myself
to the flames
for from the dark
my love has returned.
- starlight filters through the trees while the horned God chases his Queen.
will Apr 2020
Spit from your mouth like an insult
like the very word doesn't bloom
and fill me with the pride of it
witch, pagan, devil
Spit hate and misinformation
like your ancestors before you
keep your cycle and see where it goes
livianna Mar 2020
Achelois is the moon.
"She who washes away pain," they say.
So tell the moon your secrets
tell the moon your woes
Achelous will listen.
And once you stop talking,
she shines her light in a wink.
Achelois is the moon.
Achelois is a friend.
The moon will listen only if you talk.
jude rigor Feb 2020
in an ancient forest                      a chalice somewhere raises
dirt ridden murmurs                   in a temple of fire
caress the roots of                        beeswax begging
the trees                                         for raw sin
no one kneels                                at the foot
where there is flame                    in the palm
seal the sarcophagus                   we break bread
into the immortal night              binding books
we meditate                                 in holy dreams
for medicine                                we won’t need
honey burns                                us dogs of hell
gentle call                                    in the light.
something from my poetry class
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