Category Archives: Poems & Songs

PantheaCon Blues

Electric_guitar

 

I’m stuck in the East. It’s out in the west,
Gotta mess with with TSA and you know the rest.
Only have the dime to make this rhyme.
Can’t get out to the Conference this time.

I’ve got the PantheaCon blues! OH… I’ve got the PantheaCon Blues.
There’s no use breaking rules when you’ve got the PantheaCon Blues.

There’ll be lectures. And points to argue.
And there’ll be parties. And probably booze.
But I’m stuck here, staring at this screen.
Only digital Dell love for me, you know what I mean.

I’ve got the PantheaCon blues! OH Yea! I’ve got the PantheaCon Blues.
There’s no use breaking rules when you’ve got the PantheaCon Blues.

Now, they’re all there, starting to schmooze.
I’m left tending hearth and singing the blues.
No use a-crying, Yea. C’est la vie!
But, by my word, I’ll see ya next year in Cali.

I’ve got the PantheaCon blues! OH Yea! I’ve got the PantheaCon Blues.
There’s no use breaking rules when you’ve got the PantheaCon Blues.

 

(Above Photo by Feliciano Guimarães)

 

February 14, 2013Permalink Leave a comment

The Magic Makers

Boys Waddle

Ode to the child who just doesn’t fit in.

The one whose mind never seems to touch the ground.

Ode to the child who has very few friends.

To the rhythm under his feet, to the drum of a different sound.

Ode to the child who starts when everyone stops.

To the smart ones, the creative ones, and the dreams inside.

Ode to the child who has suffered in silence,

The pain and the mocking. In solitude he cried.

Ode to the child whose spirit outweighs his body,

For he is imagination, the one who can take us further

Ode to the child who dares to be different,

Because he is our future. He is the magic maker.

February 5, 2013Permalink Leave a comment

Lyrics: Circle Magick

Born of darkness, born of lightness
How we come into this world.
See the joy in life before you
Form of boy or form of girl.

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Feel the fire ignite within you.
The blood, the heat, the passions rise.
While the darkness forms around you,
A sacred light pours from your eyes.

Circle Dancing, Circle round
Circle Magick is all around
Circle Dancing, Circle round
Circle Magick is all around

Let the waters cleanse your body
And the winds flow through your hair.
Spirits talk in gathered whispers
They know the power of life is there.

The dawn of knowing comes to all.
A day of fighting,  A day of love.
A dusk of finding true connections.
A night of all that is above.

Circle Dancing, Circle round
Circle Magick is all around
Circle Dancing, Circle round
Circle Magick is all around

January 31, 2013Permalink Leave a comment

If it was my child, I would

If it was my child, I’d collapse letting the world fade into the pain.

If it was my child, I’d cry and cry again secretly hoping the tears would wake me up from the nightmare.

If it was my child, I fall into silent shock clinging to the scraps left of the past.

If it was my child, I would be lost in the darkness of the most unimaginable loss.

If it was my child, nothing could touch me.

But it wasn’t my child….

and I fall silent as I watch my child play, color, laugh.

and I fall silent as she lifts her head and smiles.

and I fall silent as a tear slips down my face.

and I fall silent when she asks, “Why?”

 

I send my blessings to the children as they soar into the beauty of the beyond.  

I offer strength to the parents as they find a place of stillness and steadiness to enable them step forward into tomorrow.   

 

December 15, 2012Permalink Leave a comment

“I am. I am” A Child’s Song of Nature

Courtesy of NASA
Courtesy of NASA

The following is a song of nature is sung at a camp here in Georgia. I do not know who wrote the lyrics. However, there is nothing more spectacular than hearing 100 kids singing this song along with counselors. It’s a bit of Pagan spirituality being shared by mostly non-Pagans in a mundane, albeit natural, setting.

All I can say to that is, “Cool!”

I am… (sung to the tune of “You Are My Sunshine” or “This Land is Your Land” )

“I am a mountain. I am the sky.
I am a wild bird. I fly. I fly.
I am a meadow.  I nurse the land.
I am the sunrise.  I am.  I am.
We’re bound together, this world and me.
I am a part of the things I see.
I am a river.  I rush to sea.
I am of Nature.
And She is of me.”

(The older kids always yell, “SHE IS OF ME!” a second time at the end….to to show off how tough they are!)

July 3, 2012Permalink Leave a comment