The Snare

To have your strength of heart

For we crave the glorious smell

of freedom

To force our chains

to expel

πŸŒ‘

To have your keen sight

For we desire to be shrewdly aware

of mischief

To sidestep humanity’s

snare

πŸŒ‘

With your spirit

we are united

You protect us

from being

unsighted

Seven Years

Abchanchu sneers through the blackness

nature retreats from his sight

For he is the dark

the night

the not living

πŸŒ‘

With each solemn step

grass dies underfoot

murkiness left behind

no life

just the absence of all

πŸŒ‘

Even the moon hides

so not to be observed

The apparition consumes

all

that catches his gaze

πŸŒ‘

Once every seven years

he rises

once every seven years

stay hidden

to not be seen

The Eyes

Smothering air

Spectral darkness

Isolated

Lost

πŸŒ‘

A wrong turn taken, dead end found

Decision, retrace steps

or wait

in the ghostly gloom

πŸŒ‘

Foot steps heard

a distance away

but seemingly getting

closer

πŸŒ‘

Silence

maybe misheard, mistaken

just paranoia setting in

Calm returns

πŸŒ‘

Breathing slows

heartbeat softens

The panic has

retreated

πŸŒ‘

Relief

πŸŒ‘

Then

πŸŒ‘

the Eyes

πŸŒ‘

appear

πŸŒ‘

The

πŸŒ‘

Vampyre

πŸŒ‘

is here

The Jester

Keeping up appearances

is what we do

Whilst on the inside

our mood is completely blue

πŸŒ‘

We smile and chat

as if all is fine

The reality is not

so benign

πŸŒ‘

We are the jester

all happy and content

but in our mind

we are suffering anguish and

torment

πŸŒ‘

We all need to learn

to look beyond the smile

So the real mood we see

rather than the guile

Contact

Eye contact

One of those challenges

in life

πŸŒ‘

For some it comes

so easily

For me my eyes don’t comply

πŸŒ‘

Eye contact

A daily battle

Or maybe

a contact sport

Support

Did I conceal

Once yes, but not now

It was my hidden secret

For too long, far too long

πŸŒ‘

My illness hidden from

my family, friends

nearly took my life

πŸŒ‘

Many mistakes I made

Firstly not accepting, recognising

That I needed help

πŸŒ‘

Then I craved support

but never asked

πŸŒ‘

My mistakes are my own

I had a choice and didn’t see it

You do have a choice

Talk to someone and ask for help

πŸŒ‘

There is no stigma

Just support and love

Mental Health

Are you ok is what

people ask

Whilst you hide your true feelings

behind your face mask

πŸŒ‘

You don’t want to be a burden or

seen as weak

So yes you answer even though all you want to do

is weep

πŸŒ‘

We all shouldn’t have to

feel this way

But have the confidence and support to have

our truthful say

πŸŒ‘

It’s time for the stigma to be gone

for good

And for us mental health sufferers not

to be misunderstood

The Burning Rose

Beauty is being destroyed

for the rose is on fire

Mankind has created

a situation

so so dire

πŸŒ‘

We can only pray

that a seed has flown

That the rose will rise

once

it has been sown

Our Ancestor

We are the children of the Moon

For she is our other-worldly Mother

If we revere her as our ancestor

her cosmic power we can discover

πŸŒ‘

She wraps her aura around us

we are covered in her cloak

Wrapped tightly within her warmth

her power and wisdom we can invoke

πŸŒ‘

For she is our great ancestor

one to adore and love

If in your heart you believe truly

you may receive a gift from above

To Be A Stream

The water

flows gently

the mood

is a torrent

πŸŒ‘

The stream

is peaceful

the mind

is a storm

πŸŒ‘

The ripple

is relaxing

the emotion

is overwhelming

πŸŒ‘

To be a stream

Our Lady of the Copse

The willowy willow is her shield

The chanting birds are her eyes

She is the lady of the copse

Mother to the wise

πŸŒ‘

She is hidden

but in sight

for those who dare

to peer into the light

πŸŒ‘

Her appearance

reflects what you desire

but be warned

for the impure it may be dire

πŸŒ‘

She will give you answers

to what you seek

but in a riddle

challengingly oblique

πŸŒ‘

For those who listen

wisdom is bestowed

With this secret knowledge

we discover our road

πŸŒ‘

She is

all seeing, all knowing

Our Lady of The Copse

with her we are not forgoing

Time and Space

With your infinite grace and beauty

you teach that love can endure

through time and space

For it is magical and pure

πŸŒ‘

You guide us to understand

the depth of our soul

the beauty that we are

how to make ourselves whole

πŸŒ‘

You are companion to many

A glorious light to seek

For you remind us that we are

a wonder and unique

The Old Man with a Grin

By lake tanaka

the old man survived

With nothing

but never deprived

πŸŒ‘

So many long years

the old man was alone

Still his heart was light

For he didn’t moan

πŸŒ‘

He had found peace

hidden deep within

That old man

with a grin

Dragon Dreams

When the dragon approaches

do we cower in fear

Or gaze in marvel

and shed a tear

πŸŒ‘

I don’t see the dragon

as being our foe

but rather magic

they can bestow

πŸŒ‘

A lucky omen

I see them to be

For they are a threat

to no degree

πŸŒ‘

If you dream of a dragon

take it as a boon

The mind’s equivalent

of an auspicious rune

πŸŒ‘

Hence if you behold a dragon

witness it with veneration

as you never know

it may be your salvation

The Fuel of Life

The sky at night

the stars dimly lit

We look at them

they observe us

πŸŒ‘

Each an enigma

a marvel of the cosmos

the fuel of life

πŸŒ‘

The stars

from where dreams are born

Our Family

The Moon our mother, the Earth our father

nature our brother and sister

We are one

for we need each other

πŸŒ‘

The Universe our home, our light

On your broad wings

we soar

in wondrous flight

πŸŒ‘

We are one and part of all

Together we make a difference

No action we take

is unneeded or too small

Memories

Memories flitter across my mind

I wonder

without them would I be me

πŸŒ‘

Without

I would be an empty shell

My memories are me

Breathing

When anxiety bites

Or the grip of

depression looms

I stare at the moon

πŸŒ‘

Observing its surface

The subtle shades

The patterns caused by

eon old impact craters

πŸŒ‘

Mesmerised by its

dim

shimmering light

πŸŒ‘

As I contemplate

my breathing slows

calm comes over me

πŸŒ‘

For the moon’s beauty and radiance

brings tranquility

The Dreamy Racoon

We visualise you

in our curious dreams

You give us warning

of other’s damaging schemes

πŸŒ‘

You teach us

how to adapt

see the whole

so we don’t get trapped

πŸŒ‘

With you at our side

no problem is too great

No stone is left unturned

to avoid the checkmate

πŸŒ‘

You show us

caution is our friend

Before we leap

we should comprehend

πŸŒ‘

With your dreamy image

a message you bestow

One that is of importance

we need to know

The Hermit

Dreamy solitude

Wonderful, thought provoking

peaceful

πŸŒ‘

For to be a thought

and word hermit

Hidden from the world, alone

Just you and words

πŸŒ‘

A silent sanctuary of imagination

and prose

What a dream

Soaring

As we soar

high in the clouds

We look down

see what we were

πŸŒ‘

What we will be

will only be known

once we have soared

some more

The Queen of the Gloom

From the shadows she peers

shrouded in dim moonlight

She moves with eerie silence

observing with eager eyesight

πŸŒ‘

The night is her friend

when all is dark and still

She is the queen of the gloom

the darkness is her will

Serene

Your serene effortless glide

teases us with a mere glimmer

Our eyes are strained

as we try to capture your beauty

πŸŒ‘

Partially visible though you are

our heart can sense the miracle

of your peace

and harmony

πŸŒ‘

With each glimpse of you

our soul leaps with

playfulness

and joy

πŸŒ‘

Just knowing you are there

provides us with

inner strength

to face the challenges ahead

πŸŒ‘

Hear our paean in your honour

Our Auspicious Friend

Auspicious friend

You bring us grace

You show us beauty

πŸŒ‘

Witnessing your iridescent blue

our heart flew

Observing your wondrous green

we feel serene

πŸŒ‘

Our auspicious friend

with you

we have all

Our Mystical Friend

Little deer

with you at our side

we are gentle

not defined by our pride

πŸŒ‘

You help us

be true and kind

to be sensitive

not blind

πŸŒ‘

You give us intuition

to see clearly

without the fog that

muddles the weary

πŸŒ‘

We have your innocence

to see the world as a child

with openness and wonder

with a little mix of the wild

πŸŒ‘

Our mystical friend

the little deer

with you beside us

we have no fear

Silently

Celestial silence surrounds me

Driving hail noiselessly

hitting the window

Relentless wind inaudibly

gushing around

πŸŒ‘

For it’s seen silently

Stillness

Still drops of water on the window

Motionless cat staring

something taken her fancy

πŸŒ‘

Stillness in the air

For nothing is moving

except the slow beat of my heart

πŸŒ‘

A time for quiet contemplation

collect one’s thoughts

For calm and peace is found

Migratory Bird

It’s difficult to comprehend

the direction you are heading

You think you are on path

Then you find a dead end

Or have somehow

taken a wrong turn

πŸŒ‘

Sometimes the hamster

on a wheel

Running faster and

faster

to reach your destination

But find yourself

where you started

πŸŒ‘

Or the lemming

Having to make

a leap of faith

Hoping that it

will all work out

ok.

πŸŒ‘

I’d rather be like a

migratory bird

certain of my direction

moving forward

but

there would still be

storms to overcome

The Lion

Where did all go wrong?

Disagreements a pastime 

Antagonism a belief 

Apathy a life choice 

πŸŒ‘

Extremism on the rise 

Tensions increasing 

The world slowly dying 

Metaphorical fires aplenty 

πŸŒ‘

The quiet majority

Decent, honest, caring 

Voiceless 

Trying to be heard over the bedlam

πŸŒ‘

Their roar needs to be heard 

Their heart needs to lead

Their courage needs to hold

Their strength and conviction is needed

πŸŒ‘

The quiet majority 

Our hope

My hope 

πŸŒ‘

The lion with a big heart must roar

The Raven

Huginn and Muninn

The raven messengers of old

Observing

from mountain to wold

πŸŒ‘

If you see a raven

take care what they see

For they may take note

and report back to he

A Quiet Revolution

A quiet revolution is what we seek

Not an explosion of anger or threats

πŸŒ‘

Compassion and love at its core

Not a maelstrom of hate or envy

πŸŒ‘

The silent majority as the vanguard

Not the horde of screaming agitators 

πŸŒ‘

Peace and restraint at the orbit

Not a barrier of intolerance or disharmony 

πŸŒ‘

A quiet revolution is what we seek

The Struggle

The struggle

Trying to break free

Claw the way out

πŸŒ‘

Us

Trapped in our own veneer

A lifetime incarcerated

πŸŒ‘

Imprisoned within ourselves

But we will escape

and we will be free

Tawny Owl

Tawny Owl

Are you hither

Your rustle is heard

Like a whisper

πŸŒ‘

Your presence

I can sense

That eerie feeling

and suspense

πŸŒ‘

Always close

but never seen

Hidden in the tree

so green

My Nocturnal Friend

My nocturnal friend

How you see what is invisible to me

How you hear what is silent to me 

My guide through the dark 

To sidestep the pitfalls that lie in my path 

πŸŒ‘

My nocturnal friend 

How you see the truth that is hidden from me 

How you know that which is unknown to me

My lexicon of wisdom 

To find the trail to the path true 

πŸŒ‘

My nocturnal friend

Compass

Which way?

North, South, East, West 

πŸŒ‘

It’s difficult to locate the path

Which will give me contentment and rest

πŸŒ‘

Meandering from here to there, lost In the menagerie 

Hoping my compass is true and will guide me to my destiny

πŸŒ‘

My honest companion, navigate my travels to the end

The journey will be long and arduous probably more than I can contend

πŸŒ‘

I have the will and strength to follow this well worn track 

The past is the past and I will not look back 

πŸŒ‘

I have had troubles more than I care to recall 

By luck and love on each occasion I have just managed to avoid my downfall

πŸŒ‘

I will take the journey step by step until my destination is in sight 

And then I will see the glorious blazing light

The Rickety Fence

Like an old rickety fence I am

In a gentle wind I move 

Swaying this way and that 

πŸŒ‘

In blustery gusts

I sway further, creaking 

But upright I stay

πŸŒ‘

How I fear the stormΒ 

My old timbers may not hold

A lifetime of battering has done its worse 

πŸŒ‘

But if the storm breaks me

New timber added to the old

And upright I stand again

The Nomad

The dusty trail the nomad walks

Beyond voluptuous valleys

Across fields of sun burnt pastures 

The chaotic world left behind 

πŸŒ‘

With no one in sightΒ 

He walks without sound or murmur 

In quiet contemplation of that he has left 

And of the future unknown 

πŸŒ‘

With each step of his worn boots

The weight lifts from his past left behind 

The burden of his pack easier to manage 

πŸŒ‘

He carries all the worldly possessions he needs

His life, his beliefs, his future 

In his tattered overladen backpack

πŸŒ‘

Storms, winds, burning days he has facedΒ 

His face weather beaten 

His clothes threadbare 

But his heart is joyous and light 

πŸŒ‘

When he started his journey he had no idea where it would lead

He has accepted it has no end 

That is the life of the Nomad

Eyes

As I shut my eyes

Your radiant visage is at the corner of my vision 

Your presence warms my soul

Your hand guides my journey 

Your wisdom allows me to see the truth 

Your courage fortifies my own 

πŸŒ‘

I long to shut my eyes againΒ 

So I can be in your company once more

Fragments

Cloudless night 

Why are there no stars

I look for you but you are not there

πŸŒ‘

Faithful moonΒ 

You are there

Basking us in your dim light

πŸŒ‘

You remind usΒ 

The universe is endless 

Time is eternal 

πŸŒ‘

We are butΒ 

the smallest fragments

of the whole

Simple Pilgrim

Just a simple pilgrim of life I am

A sojourner of dreams 

A wayfarer of thoughts 

πŸŒ‘

The wonder of words is my loveΒ 

The magic of music is my muse 

The enchantment of art is my saviour 

πŸŒ‘

The unnecessity of antagonism is my adversityΒ 

The constancy of conflict is my nemesis 

The abundance of intolerance is my foe

πŸŒ‘

The old gnarled oak is my friendΒ 

The wise owl is my guide 

The mossy battered rock is my bed

πŸŒ‘

The wonders of the world never cease to amazeΒ 

I am just a simple pilgrim of life

Break

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Phases

We praise you

πŸŒ‘

All your glorious phases

Waning, waxing

Crescent, gibbous

Full, new

Bring awe and wonder

πŸŒ‘

You go by many names

Selene

Khonsu

Luna

Chandra

Amongst a few

πŸŒ‘

When life feels troubled

To gaze at you

and your brothers and sisters

the constellations

Brings peace and hope

πŸŒ‘

You are a constant

in an unsettled world

πŸŒ‘

We praise you

Senses

I think we must be blind

We don’t see the world as others do

We see conflict, suffering 

πŸŒ‘

I think we must be deaf

We don’t hear the world as others do

We hear cries for help, pleas 

πŸŒ‘

I think we must be voiceless 

Our voices are unheard 

We shout but are just a whisper 

πŸŒ‘

Maybe we are in a dream

But soon will wake 

And all will be as it should be 

πŸŒ‘

Peace, harmony and joy will prevail

Free

You are in there somewhere

Where you and your herd roam

Within the imposing deep dark forest

is your concealed and safe home

πŸŒ‘

You are our neighbour we rarely see

Just knowing you are there

wild and free

Fills our heart with joy and glee

Searching

The loss of all will

the man falls to his knees

despair etched on his face

πŸŒ‘

The apocalyptic cowled shape

watches eagerly

with a knowing eyeless stare

πŸŒ‘

Cruel white fingers

extend from the robe

searching

πŸŒ‘

searching

πŸŒ‘

reaching

πŸŒ‘

touching

Silver White

Silver white in the haze

Magical and mystical 

it is impossible not to gaze

With the bright sun reflecting 

your majestic horn appears ablaze

πŸŒ‘

With a heart so pure 

even evil is afraid

You help to reassure 

there is good

when we feel unsure

πŸŒ‘

As the gusty wind blew 

I’m sure 

I saw

a glimpse of you