POETRY
You know at one time I really considered myself to be on the track to be a writer. I mean really that must be the life. I'm really interested in getting my thoughts out to people, but I must admit in my writing I'm a bit of a perfectionist. Don't get me wrong my spelling is atrocious, but that's what spell checker is for, RIGHT. Basically now I pretty much give myself one shot at writing something. Otherwise, I trash it and say, "Nope, I can do better than that", then after about 50 revisions I abandon the project. Now I just take the time to think about it, then put it down on paper (or the computer screen).
Anyway, the reason I wrote that is that I'm trying my hand at poetry again and hopefully there will be more to follow. But the first one is unnamed right now, and, well, here it is:
Great Goddess of Love and Mercy
Can't You here Your children cry?
All the pain and hardships that we suffer
Or is it all just a lie?
Your children have all but forgotten,
All that You once meant.
That we are Yours, in body mind and soul,
And that it's for Your divine purpose that we were sent.
We are not meant to seek power and glory,
nor riches and fame.
But love of the mundane and divine,
And peace and love in Your name.
Since we were created, we've adapted and changed,
Raped the forest and the land for riches and fame.
We've forgotten our purpose in this world,
And we've forgotten Your name.
But the winds of change are upon us again,
And all that we've forgotten, is remembered from a dream.
Once again from Your wooded temples we call,
Out loud for nature, joy, love and freedom, for one and all.
Mobius
Never Again
Never again will I hear those loving scolding words.
Never again will I see the pain in her eyes when I do something wrong.
Never again will I see the bright and shining look in her eyes when I do something right.
Never again will I hear the gleeful praise in her voice when she is happy.
Never again will I feel the pangs on my heart when she is in trouble.
Never again can I just call her when I am in trouble.
Never again will I feel embarrassed when I try to discipline my child and hear her laughter and her loving words of “You used to do the same thing.”
Never again can I ask for her advice on how to raise my own children.
I will do these things never again because my loving mother has passed away.
I cannot tell you what I would give just to hear her scolding, praising or berating me again.
I cannot tell you because there is nothing that I wouldn’t give to have her back.
The only comfort that I have is that I know that she is up there right now watching me.
Watching from the realm of the spirit would, watching over all her children, grandchildren and everyone whom she loved in life.
I pray to the Goddess that we will meet again, and deep in my heart I know we will.
It may be in seeing one of her odd quirks done by someone else.
It may be in the gentle breeze, or a ripple of the water.
I may see her again as one of my own grandchildren, or a daughter-in-law.
Maybe I’ll see her again in spirit form when I have no one else to turn to.
All I know is that in time the pain I feel in my heart will die.
But love, love will go on forever, as well as her memory.
In memorial of Paulina Garza Reaper February 28, 1956- June 16, 2003
Brightest Blessings of the Lord and Lady, James Reaper (Mobius) July 8, 2003
The Lady’s Call- Unfinished
Deep in Her Darkness amongst the wooded trees so tall,
I can hear Her whisper to me, and I heed Her Call.
That night under the starry skies, and bright full moon,
She told me of mankind’s fall from grace, and our impending doom.
The Fall, She said, was not from disobedience, pride, or sin,
But from the loss of our souls, and the love we had within.
The love we once shared for man, woman, beast, plant, and earth,
The love we had for nature, neighbor, home and hearth.
I think I've stressed in other pages that I really enjoy your feedback, whether positive or negative, and this is no exception. I'm a big boy and I can take criticism, although the author is always the worst critic (I know). But thank you for reading anyway.
Here is a poem by a very sweet young lady. She's offered to post some of her poetry, and I am more than honored to do so, I hope you enjoy this as well as I did, especially because it is to be a gift to someone.
Gentle Moon
BY: S. L.
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