Category Archives: Ethereal Poems

she knows who she is

a mother saddled with a life of stresses blesses the little time that she can be singing, playing entertaining travelling to lovely places magickal she has  one of those faces compelling i am telling her story today she’s a messenger … Continue reading

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My mother

My mother is extra special her love for me,,it takes my breath away, i have to say honestly she makes other  cats mums inferior the reason  is that she knows i was off colour and suffering yes sadly   out … Continue reading

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Towpath Goddess

you are most definately a Goddess from the absolute of the world in which we be perhaps for some that inkling may be hidden but in your every pose you are to me a princess of the raven haired A … Continue reading

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The insensitive malignancy

the insensitive malignancy of speed for what its worth driving on the nice new roads really for all we are worth they  have cut swards  through the countryside such antipathy positive for some motorists but not for you and me … Continue reading

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Faeries and their pretty little world

the faery people where they dwell In those otherworlds  under a , spell many centuries they occupy time and time alone is why maguckal dimensiojns fill the air the little folk they love to share all their worldly goods for … Continue reading

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The admiral and the fletton

nectaring,  its honest need for today a Rosemary bursting what a display of crinoline lilacs, the Buddleias they are seemingly  early  no flowers anyway   under the Cherry  some young common nettle we keep a wild garden and forage each … Continue reading

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Amanita Muscaria

a fun gi I met in the forest a red cap had little white bobbles he called himself Walter Fly Agaric a jester his magic we see on stormy nights when the lightening smites the forest and cracks down a … Continue reading

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O92 Eden Poem

A floral hint of beauty a heavenly refrain productive as each day is long a lushness that’d has lain dormant over centuries an olfactory desire an exuberance and richness in what is this fruitful fire   a Union a  marriage … Continue reading

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Another Thursday shower

A gray sock sky and the sun on high a golden ball so bright daffodils with enormous chills and the Beech tree  looking bright snow pouring down an April Shower that  melted straight away hit the deck with sloppy check … Continue reading

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Dedicated to Stephens King’s wife Tabitha and her 5 Sisters

Jessie and Gerald husband and wife he was  a lawyer,and  he aggressive and wanting but sexually inept devising a plan frantically   Their love nest a cottage in Maine far away from Portland to where they were now and when … Continue reading

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Lemon Balm

In Greece  Melissa means honey bee The Lemon balm for me a herb sold by apothacaries a perennial growing free wilder and most fragrant the mint family a home during Summer we see white flowers nectar rich they be any … Continue reading

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A better place

You  have shown me that path to a much better place to hear music that gathers Much light magic to pave a new highway blue skies when there only were grey you are my sole inspiration and hearing your voice makes … Continue reading

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She knows who she is

Spring Goddess of the leafy boughs in Glastonbury the magical showers of dewy  spangles from the blue bring harmony to carry through   a life force and an energy a real survivability an irresistable compelling soul of native wit and … Continue reading

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A daughter of magick

a raven haired daughter of magick bought a Martin and plays it for she has a beautiful heart soul and spirit and her musical  musings they be taken from Nature and the forests the sabbats the  moon and the sky … Continue reading

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The Crows

the Beech is hardly moving a fine old smooth trunk soars lacy branches tangling with telephone wires the Crows no one ignores their  tuxedo’s shiny black confident and assertive totally unafraid daffodils so  happily really on parade  

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Stormy

The  tool shed leaning Westwards one of those violent gusts wrenched up off its chosen piece of ground clearly it busts emotions,  in so many ways it felt stalwart,

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Soul mate

Deep down in the depths where persuasion cannot get a look in I know where the heartwood is tender Where absorption can send her cogitation cerebration will grow absence it makes the heart fonder believing and reasoning, we can experience  profundity … Continue reading

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The Ganges

The Ganges we’ve all seen it a river some abuse to pray upon till life has gone we have all got lots to lose the sitar in our minds eye Purifies the soul death is soaking in its waters the populations … Continue reading

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Rubus 3

A Rose by any other name a trailing perennial, she grows well with abundance its how we all could be She was  given a truthers spell in her second year bears fruit with barbs that signify caution at her root … Continue reading

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Only the animals ever knew

Nobody ever took much notice but she was beautiful and her voice was really graceful harmony and in many ways she had the choice to sing quietly out in the forest To the wild souls of the wood she was … Continue reading

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NELL

A phenomenon A circumstance Behold a forest scene In the Backwoods A setting Beautiful and green An old house Far from anywhere Miss Kelty And her daughters Peace and quiet And tranquillity The stepping stones To far away In visions … Continue reading

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Why does the mantis choose to pray

There is spirit And there is courage How edifying they Are five eyes Imagine that The depth is in the way The two big eyes are centred Loving and seeing light Confounded by the spectrum Excited at the sight The … Continue reading

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Suddenly I remembered

The Anderson shelter It was very dark I remember At the bottom of the garden A mark and an arrow She puffed She was puffing When she opened the gate Where It dragged horribly Thats when she stepped slowly Down … Continue reading

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Eleanor of Aquitaine

Imagine having this fine women In your family tree One such lass that I know well Has this recognizee A blackwater tiger A women so revered Who provided some ten children And her intelligence appeared Priceless in her regent roles … Continue reading

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Saturn’s seed

Suddenly it happened On the window pane A mirror image Of such art I know it sounds insane The morning sun Precipitation Diamonds and azure drops Sapphires turquoise delectable gems The power of light It never stops Far away The … Continue reading

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Inanimate objects

Lyall Watson’s Inanimate objects For me they hold memories, they Remind me of why they were given And why I won’t give them away

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A tiny posy for you

Pluck wild thyme And place it gently On closed eyelids And for sure On faerie hill You will slumber And see Both little jack And jill Carry an acorn On your person In your posy Every day And only Good … Continue reading

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My whole world,shook

your Poet friend Is deadly still His blood is everywhere Wiping my hand prints off the globe I didnt even care To see his handsome countenance hus youthful brazen look He died looking directly At me When my whole world … Continue reading

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Stacks of books

Everywhere were stacks of books And vodka seved with ice Poetry is everything it helps one to entice The best out of each other Its Russian and its straight On the rocks Can you see flocks Of the corvidae Enclircling … Continue reading

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Blushes

She blushes And her rushes Of blood His books his arse Unbuttoning her lacy bra She really feels first class A love that Once she cherished Now belongs to who The Poet with his books of verse Or her husband … Continue reading

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