Oh, foolish one
your head in the clouds
don’t go fallin’ in love with a star
no matter how bright
it will always be too far
but, in a reflective moment
drink from the well of dreams
magic happens once in a blue moon
spread your wings and dare to take flight
soar the heavens and kiss that shiny star
with all your might, a sweet good-night
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Tension rising in the battle for survival
giant primeval trees the bones of old growth
rooted deep throughout the rings of time
the full moon, illuminating the forest below
in a dream, a mystic fog drifted into the night
standing before the ancient watchers in silence
one can hear the whispers of the standing trees
their heartbeat drums, a song of grave urgency
a shaman of great insight, suddenly appears
long dark flowing hair, embedded streaks of gray
holding a walking stick, a marker of his journey
we meet in another realm of time and space
speaking in his native tongue of which needed
no translation, words flowing, a river of knowledge
in the distance a wolf howls, under the flower moon
creatures of the night hover near, orbs of light
between the thick limbs and covering of leaves
from the ancient watchers he offers precious seeds
"plant these in a place of honor"
pointing his walking stick at the moon, he spoke in
parables
"There are nights when the soul howls for light and there
are days when the soul howls for a dream"
What does the night offer you? Are you part of the tree
or part of the moon?
Take these seeds, let new life grow to replenish what has
been taken....howl with your voice at the injustice of our
plight....
cut no more of the ancient growth as they are a
refuge for all creatures of the forest
Our heartbeat is a signal of life....
the song of the ancient watchers the connectors of earth
and heaven....keepers of wisdom, balance and spirituality
author's note: This was derived from a dream. I tried to
keep it in it's rawest form - true to it's message.
My Friend, we are keepers of the sacred seeds
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Waltz me where dreams are bold
waltz me where stars are gold
waltz me where love unfolds
waltz me a flower moon
waltz me a joyful tune
waltz me a lover swoon
waltz me to morning dew
waltz me to roads to you
waltz me to sky of blue
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writing poetry that waltzes
hosted by Bjorn
I took creative liberty and made
each line 6 syllables with 3 verses
each with 3 lines.
My wandering mind waltzed in circles...
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Fierce love in a spring sunset
shifting swiftly from day to night
love is a song one never forgets
a crimson heart blazing in the sky
birds flutter to their nesting sites
poets let out a collective sigh
owls awaken to nocturnal life
dreamers unfurling wings
searching heaven for paradise
somewhere, a shaman softly drums
eternal phoenix shines yellow gold
inspiring visions that will soon come
fierce love in a spring sunset
majestic beauty, wild and untamed
love is a song one never forgets
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Open link, I missed
Sherry's weekly challenge
Fierce Love
Thank you for visiting
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I sing the blues
I sing the blues
I sing the heartache blues
life it can be hard
changing every day
this heart I have to guard
and this rain just won't go away
I sing the true blue blues
I sing the true blue blues
I spent all these nights dreamin' of you
it's been so long, since I've seen the sun
the places we'd go, the things we'd do
cryin' in the night, love you can't outrun
I sing the blues
I sing the blues
I sing the heartache blues
Life it can be hard
tell me what can I say
love is something I can't discard
sometimes there's a price to pay
I sing the true blue blues
I sing the true blue blues
were these dreams, those of a fool
wishin' for more than we could give
even the sweetest dream can be cruel
in my heart, the beat of love still lives
I sing the blues
I sing the blues
I sing the blues
I sing the heartache blues
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Blue Tuesday - writing blue poetry
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| "Forest Traffic!" Digital Art by Pulkit Kudiwal |
High on a limb the white owl watches
the forest signals of impending change
cautiously, crossing lines of time
courageous lion and mongoose stand guard
who will walk the the street of dreams
once four Beatles crossed Abbey Lane
sometimes, you have to let it be
in quiet darkness, I think of you
blue world, spins counter clockwise
will we ever find our way
I will be waiting for that day
What then are the songs of the earth shamans
the womb of the earth beats with internal life
darkness flutters on the wings of the ravens
journey to the core, wild dreams take flight
how do we heal what has been wounded
suffering the pains of our own infliction
heaven cries , when dreams are uprooted
ancestors warned of possible extinction
what then are the songs of the earth shamans
mending ways to restoration and wholeness
messages on the caverns of interpretations
can emptiness lead us to the path of fullness
how do we heal what has been wounded
perhaps, scars are a reminder of initiation
walking mossy trails, our eyes less clouded
broken hearts, raw poetry in transformation
what then are the songs of the earth shamans
does the drum draw you inward on a journey
releasing intentions and personal expectations
follow the beat , your inner dreams are worthy
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Wounded Healer:Songs of the Earth Shaman
Brendan - I hope you don't mind but, I used
your question as the foundation of my poetry.
"What then are the songs of the earth shamans"