Category Archives: The Sabbats and the old craft

Pollution. And Stonehenge

Collusion pollution The A303 The jaunt down to Devon and Cornwall Must be Flowing no hold ups Just slow down and observe The greatest of henge’s Straightening the curve An ediface built By strong caring souls Who cast as true … Continue reading

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The greatest of Henge’s

The councils have eyes But c very little They say they have 🩷🩵❤️ But seemingly they Cannot C further than the sky up above Or the green natural plains Engaging the love Time brought it’s miracle A henge of great … Continue reading

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Trees

Hawthorn Hart Believers Plant trees Whose occult power Realise their healing strength An ethereal bond is how Under a tree A good place to rest one’s head and doze Enlightenment is obvious It’s where the spirits pose Questions heaven and … Continue reading

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A friend who just passed

There was always a smile Jokingly he Came across as a man In his company No one felt miserable He was a guy Whose jollity lit up The earth and the sky At Roll rights he cared Heartfelt was he … Continue reading

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Gangland

Cat abuse gangs They are growing It’s done to order we hear China is king of abusers The Internet watchers It’s clear Evil exists very majorly Ugliness frightful and wrong Seemingly tortured to order In a world where it shouldn’t … Continue reading

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Mari Lwyd

We owe it to Simon A Druidic man Who loves Wassailing And has many a fan South Wales old traditions Of visiting those Groups bands of players With bells on their toes An old grey mare An eponymous horse A … Continue reading

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Winter Sostice

Ritual, men and women Work through their sacred rites Close to the great Sarsons Stop and feel the heights Of neolithic stones Sat on top, of the moor Placed there by the gatherers with energy as raw As the biting … Continue reading

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Stonehenge

Go south west folks Up the A303 And drive Passed Stone Henge See what you see Serenity sits suggestively she A selection of stones So majestically Ancient you know it Great Sarson’s you see And there in the footprint Artifact’s … Continue reading

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Stonehenge

I am ok it’s just Stonehenge is clearly a special place being disrespected by our government order adding to a Druids lamentation by stating a need to change its status by using Labouring machinery to facilitate a tunnel a positional … Continue reading

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Our poor Hares

looks like a lino cut print From a while Ago The dear Hares Hunted we know Living on lands Shared with us all Including the hunters Having a ball With their dogs And their vile hearts Killing the Hare Torturing … Continue reading

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The sky above us all

The sky that wondrous lid atop our world It’s always been There in all its glory Colourful a scene Of billowing clouds And myriad colours So comforting it be A star filled escarpment Bounded in a starlit galaxy The sun … Continue reading

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Stone Henge

It’s a travesty It’s a nonsense These Conservatives by name Tunnels and Perishing earth upheavals The A303 to blame Congestion people gazing Slowing traffic down So let’s move Stone Henge Or cover it up In mud and earth let’s drown … Continue reading

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Stone Henge

The ignorance&arrogance Be4 our 👀this day setting out 2damage Stone Henge finding a way Of delving back in history The irreverence we c Talk of tunnels &ground works Such contemptibility It’s idiocy personified It really makes no sense Let’s Use … Continue reading

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Hawthorn Hart

A babbling Brook In our privacy We Took ritual to task Deliberately A wild stretch of greenery Dotted in flower Where horses stand peacefully Their chance to devour The freshness of Autumn Each cooling desire Look over yonder Our beautiful … Continue reading

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Samhain

It be 3.00 am And awake I be Samhains shadows Delightedly Turn forests into light filled places Deers and foxes show their faces Portals to a distant view A thinning veil Stands good and true A secret sense A soulful … Continue reading

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Pumpkin head

Pumpkin head Tattoo thighs Samhain indeed Witchery admirably Poets concede The insight the empathy Rolled into one A mirage of certainty Beautifully done Rhapsodical ancestry The essence of time Fanciful dreams As the wizard doth climb In through a portal … Continue reading

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The pumpkin phenomena

It all goes back to years ago A folk tale so I’m told Some bloke who carried a carved out turnip With glowing coals of old Wandering in the afterlife The jack o lantern came Stingy jack Who tricked the … Continue reading

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Witches and the moon

The moons eye looks upon us And all of herstory Venus all those goddesses Who still walk too and fro This weekend I met two of them Witches of the soul A juggler of words I be How I love … Continue reading

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Thoughts of samhain

A confirming ritual In darkness we tread Samhain is raging A feast with the dead A believers baptism An auction of grace Solemnists encounter The whitest of face The rusty lock shudders A solitary Photographer comes forth Out of true … Continue reading

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Hawthorns

Seven hundred years Imagine that will you From a seed to the sky Up above A massive life energy Sprung ever upwards A boundary marker A foundation of love An eco system interface Drawing spirited soul Sharp thorns protecting A … Continue reading

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More of Yarrow or Millfoil

Millfoil or 1000 leaf Commonly grown about One of the medicinal herbs With a curative clout In ditches fields and lanes Canals and dabbling brooks Mythology I’ve read about it In a lot of books Achilles son of Peleus A … Continue reading

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Hawthorn Hart

The pink of the sky And the blue of the dew The fence posts erected The excitement feels true Horley smiles outwardly It’s therapy A transfiguration For people to see Ritual so private It’s wonders we feel Enchantment and witchery … Continue reading

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Which Witch

Ritual and riches The magic of desire Forestry divided The ability where fire Fills our hearts with wishes With the chill of true desire A certain madness in the air Of which no witch shall tire

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Horley

A crescent Moon A clearing in a tongue of land Was where At the extreme North West Of Oxfordshire on Warwickshire’s border share On 8.27 acres Of level paddock land Slightly acidic based rich soil On clay I understand At … Continue reading

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St Peter’s church Yew

This marvellous yew Majestically Stands upon a mound At the junction of Castle street And the High street On a chalky ground It may have been Planted, so I gather Around the death of one John Moore who died in … Continue reading

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Christian eaters

It be ignorance It be arrogance A thoughtless state Disrespectful of Love and care Of purest life That we all may share

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A frightener from the sky

The grim reaper drone If you be alone In a forested area Or wooded vale It comes from the sky If your wondering why I A frightening presence To sail Down through the tree tops Perhaps with a roar Leaving … Continue reading

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Fire and friends

A barrel of laughs A barrel of fire The night spells cometh Higher and higher Feel the soft winds The starlit sky We can hear the sea And it makes us cry Not due to sadness Not any more Just … Continue reading

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Tree lined

A tasteful construct That seemingly sucked Graced with the waste On which some food we taste A hollow perhaps At the sight of the sap From the tree’s heart Did lap The cry of the bough With the silence of … Continue reading

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Druidic leanings

Ah countenanced as a druid Poet Long grey beard and wrinkled brow Slow of gait but rich of wondering Eternity is really how Countless words unfathomable meanings Thankfully good eyes to see Every facet of the journey That has become … Continue reading

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