I just thought this was kinda neat
Bide ye Wiccan laws ye must,
in perfect love and perfect trust.
Live ye must and let to live,
fairly take and fairly give.
Form the circle thrice about,
to keep unwelcome spirits out.
To bind the spell well every time,
let the spell be spake in rhyme.
Soft of eye and light of touch,
speak ye little, listen much.
Deosil go by the waxing Moon,
sing and dance the Wiccan rune.
Widdershins go by the waning Moon,
chanting out a baleful tune.
When the Lady's Moon is new,
kiss the hand to her times two.
When the Moon rides at her peak,
then the heart's desire seek.
Heed the North wind's mighty gale,
lock the door and trim the sail.
When the wind comes from the South,
love will kiss thee on the mouth.
When the Wind blows from the East,
expect the new and set the feast.
Nine woods in the cauldron go,
burn them quick and burn them slow.
Elder be the Lady's tree,
burn it not or cursed you'll be.
When the wheel begins to turn,
soon the Beltane fires will burn.
When the wheel has turned to Yule,
light the log the Horned One rules.
Heed ye flower, bush, and tree,
by the Lady blessed be.
Where the rippling waters flow,
cast a stone and the truth you'll know.
When you have a hold and a need,
hearken not to other's greed.
With a fool no season spend,
nor be counted as his friend.
Merry meet and merry part,
bright the cheeks and warm the heart.
Mind the threefold law ye should,
three times bad and three times good.
When the misfortune is anow,
wear the star upon thy brow.
True in love you must ever be,
lest thy love be false to thee.
These eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill,
An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will.
cool poem
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Frank N Sense
I found it on a web site when I was looking through a search engine.
ha ha here is another way cool one.
Butt Prints In The Sand
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of the Goddess they were,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
and I asked Her,
"What have we here?
These prints are large and round and neat,
But much too big to be from feet."
"My child,"
She said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait.
"You would not learn,
you would not grow,
The walk of faith,
you would not know,
So I got tired,
I got fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt.
"Because in life,
there comes a time
When one must fight,
and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand."
ha ha here is another way cool one.
Butt Prints In The Sand
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of the Goddess they were,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
and I asked Her,
"What have we here?
These prints are large and round and neat,
But much too big to be from feet."
"My child,"
She said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait.
"You would not learn,
you would not grow,
The walk of faith,
you would not know,
So I got tired,
I got fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt.
"Because in life,
there comes a time
When one must fight,
and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand."
**Nothing is set in stone**
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Frank N Sense
Yes YEs YES!!!! I love that poem! That is so funny and so true. Oh if I could write, or if I were intelligent, or if I could write intelligently that is the kind of message I would try to spread across the world. LOL great poem Moonlit. hehe always good to get a laugh before the working night starts 