Poetry From a Modern Bard & Druid

Subject: Poetry From a Modern Bard & Druid Tue Apr 08, 2008 1:04 am

Thought I would share some of my poetry. I know people could check out my gallery for it, but...what's the chances of anyone actually seeing the link? So I would like to share what I can. I have learned from many famous poets and learned the famous styles we all know and are familiar with and have even written some poems in those forms. However, I have a philosophy about all my artwork. In the beginning all my instructors have told me, "Art is about freedom of expression". If that is true there are no rules to how art should be and is, it is merely your expression of an idea or feeling. So I say learn all or as many of the rules as you can before you break them.

My poetry reads very differently so I apologize if it's a bit off to you. Some of these works still need tweeking and some just need to be read out loud by my voice. Enjoy what you can.

Note: Since some of my works need some critique I will tell you which ones and I'd appreciate Feedback being sent to me via PM. Thank you.

Poems that Need Critique:
The Storm
Way of the Druid
Blind, Deaf, and Dumb
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"For many are called, but few are chosen" - Matthew 22:14 ver. New American Standard.

"Though my soul is born from darkness
it shall rise in perfect light
I have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night". Unknown

Subject: The Storm Tue Apr 08, 2008 1:05 am

Hark!
The time has come
my brethren!

Do you hear
the trumpets of fate
call in the ether?

To arms we go
but what we fight
I do not know.

Will we fight kin?
Brother or sister?
Friend or foe?
again I do not know.

Those who wish us harm
I'd rather fight
one by one
or as a horde
they will come.

So raise your weapons high
and let them hear our cry
for tonight we fight
as one body and mind.

But one question
still remains
would you join us
and fight for the lady?

Or would fate
have you fight
against me
my friend,
and rend my heart
asunder?

The ladies love
is endless and
resolute

all she asks
is for your
acceptance.

Take a chance
on her?
And be with us?
Or serve
an uncaring deity.

No matter the choice
that has been made
I'll accept our fate.

Whether you are slain
by my hand
or at my side
guarding our ideals.

Like the lady
you have
all my love

And no matter
what happens
this storm will come.

But take heart
in knowing
that as you draw
your final breath
my love will still
radiate for you
like the sun.

And will honor
the memory
of you
my friend.
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"For many are called, but few are chosen" - Matthew 22:14 ver. New American Standard.

"Though my soul is born from darkness
it shall rise in perfect light
I have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night". Unknown

Subject: Lamenting, Anguish, Change Tue Apr 08, 2008 1:11 am

Lamenting
Over my past, my heart, my soul
over romantic dreams that cannot be so.

Anguish
It rips me a part
yet I can’t let go.

Lamenting
Anguish
Why can’t I let them go?
they haunt me so.
I fall and grip back on.

Lamenting
Anguish
Change
Oh how I wish for soothing rain
oh how I wish I could change
but they don’t see the struggle I brave
each and every day.

Lamenting
Anguish
Change
Steadfast
What I truly need from a love
to help me overcome
given time I can change

Lamenting
Anguish
Change
Steadfast
Love
Ardency will help me get through this
a guide to help me overcome it all
a stranger that finally stays
sees me through to the end.

~~~~~~Now I wait for my guiding light
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"For many are called, but few are chosen" - Matthew 22:14 ver. New American Standard.

"Though my soul is born from darkness
it shall rise in perfect light
I have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night". Unknown

Subject: Way of the Druid Tue Apr 08, 2008 1:12 am

D.O.B: 10/14/07
Notes & Things: I would love to have some feedback on this one for sure. The title is still one I am working with. I've come up with other titles such as "Path of the Druid," or "Druid's Path," still not quite satisfied with what I have though. Even though I tweeked this piece when typing it up (as I always do) I would like to see if anyone has any ways for me to possibly improve it. If so please PM me a note of critique specifying the poem. Thank you!

-Start of poem-

I am of an ancient peoples
who has long since
cease to be.

I follow a well-worn
forgotten path
laden with leaves.

I exist beyond this realm
and exist within it.
I exist in a place
that is not a place
a time that is not
a time.

I am a child of
the lord and lady
I am the physical vessel
of my lady
as I watch my body
shift into the phases
of maiden, mother, and crone.

I follow a path
that has been
battered, war-torn,
and stained with the blood
of its own brethren.

I value friendship, love,
honor, and carry a torch
for art and nature.

Like the mighty trinity
I have three disciplines
to study, that of
the ovate, bard, and priest.

The All-Father
is our strength
within us all
carefully guiding
our path
when all seems lost.

The Goddess
is our shield.
We find comfort
in her warm
loving embrace.
Illuminating the darkness
so we may see the way.

I am a Druid.
Proud of who
and what I am.
You shant see
anyone as stubborn
as I
in defending
my spiritual pride.
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"For many are called, but few are chosen" - Matthew 22:14 ver. New American Standard.

"Though my soul is born from darkness
it shall rise in perfect light
I have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night". Unknown

Subject: Pain, Pleasure, and Sorrow Tue Apr 08, 2008 1:12 am

I should hate you
is what you told me
but understanding is what I gave.

Forget me! You cried
still I disobeyed
for your ghost lingered
within the corridors of my memory.

You and I have gone by
many names, lifetimes, and faces
but still your destiny remains the same
intertwined with mine.

And if I were to forget
the face, memory, and man
whom served as my faithful, loyal, guardian
that would truly be
the most dishonorable thing for me
to do to such a noble spirited man.

My pain,
my pleasure,
my sorrow,
my greatest happiness
that I have ever known
in this lifetime or any other,
you are my inspiration.
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"For many are called, but few are chosen" - Matthew 22:14 ver. New American Standard.

"Though my soul is born from darkness
it shall rise in perfect light
I have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night". Unknown

Subject: Blind, Deaf, and Dumb Tue Apr 08, 2008 1:13 am

What can I say?
No mortal words
can eloquently put
what my soul screams
for me to tell you.

How do I show?
Love is all around me
and I know
for it resonates within, outward.

I can convey
my thoughts and feelings
with fairly great ease

however I seem
unbearably incapable
of truly painting
how I feel.

I thought I wrote
and strummed it
well enough
for you to
see and hear.

However
it seems to fall
on deaf ears.

You either chose
to listen
or it went one ear
and out the other.

You may have read it
but did you truly
comprehend?
Or merely
glossed over?

Perhaps it is you
who simply do not
understand
the gravity
of the torment
that I bear within,
for both love and sorrow.

Yes,
I do bear that burden
for both our sakes.

And believe me
when I say
no one loves you more
then I
nor sheds more tears
then I
for you - my sweet one.

So say the words
I long to hear
let not fear
temper you from
your ardent task
at hand.

Before time passes
us by
without a second glance
even if there is
no sand left
within the glass.

Say the words
that set my heart ablaze
and free our souls
forever
from this tormentive
cycle.

Give me that peace
at least.
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"For many are called, but few are chosen" - Matthew 22:14 ver. New American Standard.

"Though my soul is born from darkness
it shall rise in perfect light
I have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night". Unknown

Subject: Love is a Wonderous Thing - Actual Sonnet Tue Apr 08, 2008 1:14 am

What is this word, love, you speak of?
Is this emotion truly worth my devotion?
The word reminds me of a mourning dove.
Tis the name of some poisonous potion.
To separate leaves behind an incredible wound.
It is deep as a gash in the floor of the ocean.
No matter how many times you may be wooed,
Tis always still the same harrowing emotion.
Walking along a path, you happy pair,
Leaning over whispering sweet nothings,
Swinging hand and hand with such a happy air.
Never knowing this is an all for one short fling.
~~~~~~I really do hate this terrible emotion so,
~~~~~~But still, I find myself enjoying the flow.
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"For many are called, but few are chosen" - Matthew 22:14 ver. New American Standard.

"Though my soul is born from darkness
it shall rise in perfect light
I have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night". Unknown