Tarot Nouveau - Poetry

Physics and Faeries

The wholeness of creation

is alive within me,

principles of time and space

and synchronicity.

In its simplest form

and in its complexity,

the wholeness of creation

is alive within me.

Chaos and order,

elements evolutionary;

physics through to faeries,

science and mystery.

Universes, multi-verses

dimensions of reality

many of which I cannot see,

yet, the wholeness of creation

is alive within me.

The Crucifix & the Pentagram

God,

I know that you love us

and have given us choices

to see you as we opt

to hear your many voices…

Please help me Goddess

to hear you very clear,

to never stray far from you

to always keep you near…

And help your other children

who hear a different tune;

still your voice undoubtedly

in temple, church or moon.

Help us all to honour you

in the way that we perceive,

to put away our differences and

in your name to believe.

Help to heal our world

with crucifix and pent*

lift me above my lower self

make me your instrument.

* Pentagram

The Maiden, the Mother and the Crone

Cast me a circle of bright blue light,

and my Spirit shall whistle a tune.

Blow a kiss to our Queen of the night

most perfect and beautiful Moon.

Evoke the Elements one by one

to guard the quarters four,

God, Goddess, Daughter and Son

bonded forever more.

Drum me a beat on the tightened hide

transporting me into my Soul,

the tempo, the sound, the pulse inside,

and heat from the bonfire coal.

Universal Life Force Energy

expanding within my space,

raising vibrational frequency,

developing at my own pace.

Oh, cast me a circle of bright blue light,

my Spirit shall feel much at home;

blow a kiss to our Queen of the night,

the Maiden, the Mother and the Crone...

Pied-Piper dance

He danced the Labyrinth

in trance-like step

as children followed him around.

The flames in the fire soared and leapt

while his feet caressed the ground.

The drummers birthed

a rhythmic beat

that filled the African sky.

I watched at a distance from my grassy seat

as the Moon shone down from high.

Pied-Piper dance,

his arms were raised

the children followed in glee,

my heart smiled, my spirit swayed

as if he were dancing for me…

The Goddess

The Moon was full and shining bright

in my Circle and in me.

My altar glowed by candlelight

as I touched divinity.

My child you came – She softly said

in the silence of the call,

Her words filled me as I fed

on her love for each and all.

I recall, She said a time before

when you asked me to reveal;

then you knocked upon my sacred door

to receive my holy seal.

The path you chose brought you

deep within your soul.

You saw me there, I saw you too –

- two aspects of the whole…

And finally you began to see

with Spirit eyes and mind,

that I am you and you are me

together for all time.

The Moon is full and you have come

to honour me – through you.

My child, I thus bless you,

as I know you bless me too.

God Manifest

I will never forget it,

the quickening of my Spirit

as you spoke the words

of the Horned One.

In an instant you were He

and a velvet prophesy

of Sacred words

from your lips did come…

Grandmother Tree

A young rose is beautiful,

fragrant, bold and fresh.

A brief moment of youthfulness

and reckless loveliness...

But if it were any wiser

the shrub would surely say:

I’ll spare my fragile strength,

become an old tree someday…

The wise one’s have gathered

away from the youthful crowd

in forests and groves they stand

tall, strong and proud…

Always willing to share

with all who will hear and see,

that youth, while very desirable,

is only temporary…

Each clan has such a forest

where all eventually go

to find beauty in stillness

to let wisdom quietly grow…

In one such family grove

stands a tree tall and strong,

she’s the Matriarch of our forest

she’s the centre of our Bond…

Her roots run wide and deep,

family blood in her veins…

She gave up youth a long time ago

her body now twisted in pain…

She secured and gave strength

to the extended family wood

as only a loving Grandmother Tree

in a nurtured family grove could…

In time each of us will join her

securing our sacred ground;

we too will grow tall and strong

sheltering all around.

Long after the old tree has fallen

will Her loving presence remain;

as the cycle of life continues

in the Matriarch’s family name…

Adventures of a baby bird
(a poem for young children)

Mommy bird and baby bird

were living in their nest.

Mommy said "it's time for you

to have a little rest.

While asleep I shall go

to fetch a few supplies,

now do not leave our little nest

for you're to young to fly!"

She tucked him in and off she went

expecting him to rest,

but dear oh dear the baby bird

was tired of the nest!

He stretched himself to take a peek

at the world outside his home,

lost his balance and tumbled down

toward a world unknown.

Splash! He landed in the water, far below,

he had not even learned to fly,

of swimming he did not know!

Luckily Mr. frog was baking in the sun

when down came baby birdie still sucking at his thumb...

Frog rescued birdie from the water cold

and dried him in the sunlight

where he began to scold...

But, at this time there was a snake

looking for food to eat,

he saw the frog and birdie

and slithered to their feet.

The frog knew there was trouble

he took baby by the hand

and hopped away frantically

toward the higher land.

But snake was fast and followed

his dinner was in sight!

"Oh no!" shouted baby bird

shaking now with fright.

Mommy bird was almost home

when she heard her baby cry.

She dived down, grabbed them both,

and up she did fly.

When in the nest, baby bird

vigorously began to shake

while mommy bird scolded him

about the dangerous snake.

"I'm sorry mom" cried baby bird

"about not heeding you.

If it were not for Mr. Frog

I would now be birdie-stew!"

Mommy put her arms

around her baby wren.

"yes my love", she said to him,

"now, will this happen again?"

"No..." sighed little baby,

snugly in his nest,

"for I have learned that mommy

always does know what is best..."

"Thank you Mr. Frog

for saving me from the snake,

I sure am sorry

that I chose to stay awake!

The moral of the story"

he continued, "is clear to see,

mommy really does know

what is best for me..."

With this he closed his eyes

and snuggled up tight,

"I love you little birdie" said mom,

"God bless you, and good night..."

Lammas

Cycle of Blessings

it’s harvesting time

first fruit of our labours

mundane and divine.

Autumn creeps nearer

longer nights abound

Lammas upon us

as the wheel turns around.

Tender Traveller

On this path of self finding

I met a journeyman

who in his silent manner

taught me all that he can…

In tender stolen moments

twin spirits blended and flowed,

reaching into my deepest core

as we gently shared and growed.

This loving gentle traveller

demonstrated more in less

than any other on my path

with his touch of tenderness.

When I’m old and wiser

one memory will keep me fresh;

my moment with this journeyman

as he taught me tenderness…

Autumn Treasure

We’re living in a treasure grove

the trees have told,

the ocean knows.

Every time we turn around

another jewel waits to be found…

An autumn leaf turns to gold,

it teaches of the gifts untold

that visit us

when youth is gone,

a wiser, deeper older song…

A moistened shell on the beach

smiles knowingly

as we reach understanding

and maturity,

to simply live and simply Be…

Blues

Smokey sounds swirling

towards me

Inside me

alive as it grows

in intensity.

Her voice is an instrument

yearning,

stretching

Colouring - as it moves -

everything blue...

Protection

Did you see it?

In the maddening crowd

Was a space untouched and pure…

It was round

And in its belly

Stood a Pagan, strong and sure.

As she walked by

In her circle

It embraced her like a shield,

And regardless

Of the frenzied crowd,

Her protection did not yield…

God’s Reflection

I have seen God

in the hues of the sunrise,

on the wings of a dragon-fly,

in the depth of a child's eyes.

She has appeared

in the smallest of things,

sometimes just a kind smile

or the comfort a kind heart brings.

These moments hold a mirror

into which we all can stare,

for God reflects back onto us

reminding us that She's there.

The Charge of the Goddess

Gather together my daughter, my son,

bring your Athame, Cauldron and Wand.

Beneath full Moon assemble in ring,

ask in my name, and gifts shall I bring.

When casting my Circle, do so with maize

my birds shall feed and insects graze.

Unspoilt should be my land after thee,

glowing with healing energy.

Gather my students if you will learn

of my mysteries and secrets, while bonfires burn.

I am your teacher, wise and true,

I am your Goddess, I live within you.

Keep pure your vision, do not go astray,

love all things that I place on your way;

prepare the path of Craft for my youth,

live always in virtue, walk always in truth.

"Do as ye will" I say to thee

"Ain it harm none" is my law of three.

Examine your thoughts, strive to bring light

and I shall be with you as I am tonight.

Southern Hemisphere Evocation

Evoke

Matriach! Fertile Soil

Queen of Earth, Rich and Royal;

Lady Gaia from Southern Seat

Mother Earth! Merry Meet!

Master of the atmosphere,

Sharp intellect, thinking clear;

Mental prowess is Thy feat

Air be welcome, Merry Meet!

Visible energy, burning flame…

Northern Fire is your name…

I call upon your inner heat

passionate Creator, Merry Meet!

Amniotic ocean, Emotional sea,

From the Western gate you Be.

Fill my life with love complete,

clearest Water, Merry Meet!

Dismiss

Forest growth, prairie green,

Mother Nature, Goddess, Queen,

parent of prosperity

I take my leave, for now, from Thee.

Golden Power of the East

intuition and mental feast!

Guardian of the Air and Sky

I say to Thee a fond Good Bye!

Inner warmth, deepest fire,

inspiration, will, desire;

always burning in my heart,

Merry Meet, and Merry Part…

Vision Lake, deep inspiration,

clarity and divine compassion;

Aqua Dame, wishing well,

I bid to Thee a fond farewell.

Magic Spell

The birds fell into silence

while she gathered herbs and oils,

the witch began chanting

as her potion began to boil.

With outstretched arms above her

she imbued the magic spell,

the birds remained silent

when she knelt before the well.

Once done, she cast a circle

a vortex of energy

to enchant her magic potion

by the power of three times three.

Her circle filled with guests;

the Elements and her Guides,

she called upon the Creative Force

God and Goddess by her side.

A bright light birthed in rite

focused towards the spell.

She thanked Nature and Deity

for now all would be well.

As the birds resumed their song

she walked towards her room,

just a simple child of Nature

willing manifestation soon…

Imbolc Womb

Veteran mothers, matured

in the Imbolc of their womb,

rooted, fixed they gather

in preparation of their bloom.

At the feet of the Winterberg

where snow clouds hang low,

these seasoned, expectant fruit trees

await signs to bud and grow.

Theron’s Spruit has burst it’s banks

from abundant rainfall,

vineyards short and cropped

while in their resting, bare it all.

The countryside’s a-glitter

shades of emerald baptized in water,

Goddess cradles her waiting girth

in preparation of great re-birth.

Nelson Mandela - Father of the Nation

In the Land of his birth and destiny

an ordinary man was fighting to be free

from segregation

of the black nation, for humanity.

He was the symbol of justice in white courts

the paradigm of freedom for this he had fought,

he would not bend

until the end - was what he taught.

The strength of this cause would see him through,

the aspirations of his people was enough - he knew -

to fill his soul

while in the gaol, the time was due.

A father of the nation when at last released,

his people adored him, their self-esteem increased

and he was proud

to hear the crowd sing out aloud.

Chorus

Here my children is the land of our birth

which was gone for too long,

yet, with courage, faith and song

we have won.

Thus with pride and dignity and worth

we can honour this land

for together we must stand,

no longer banned.

Sing with pride and merriment and mirth.

III

Hate not your enemies, is what he told to all,

for they too were prisoners inside their very soul

but now are free,

like you and me - our common goal.

We'll cultivate a nation of which we can be proud,

the voices of our people will all sing out aloud

to start anew

this is our cue, this is the hour.

Our valleys will echo the voices of all man,

our dreams will be carried on the winds across the sand

for we are free

with dignity, in this our land.

African children, people of all tribes,

we have taken back our country and taken back our lives,

now with respect

we shall protect, grow and thrive.

Chorus

Here my children is the land of our birth

which was gone for too long,

yet, with courage, faith and song

we have won.

Thus with pride and dignity and worth

we can honour this land

for together we must stand,

no longer banned.

Sing with pride and merriment and mirth.

Conclusion

We'll educate our children, off the land they'll feed,

we'll honour our country and never let it bleed,

for it is here

in Africa that we are freed.

Age of Beauty

As beautiful as the creases

in an old old tree,

so lovely are the faces

of our elderly.

Like the wrinkled ocean

of ages untold,

so is the beauty

on the face of our old.

African Jazz

Drumming the jazz with our fingers and toes

swooning sax

whites and blacks

in a smokey night club where the music flows;

brass entity

seducing me

into a world where only jazz grows.

San Giuliana Di Puglia

Angels come in all shapes and sizes

despite corruption,

amidst destruction.

Bleeding heart for babes that cried,

aching heart for babes that died

in the rubble on old Hallows Eve

as Mother Earth tore

our children

from our bosom.

Fathers, grieve…

Rest well little Angel

mamma loves you…

Mamma wants to

make it better…

I wanted to fetch ya’

before the sky caved in…

Unexpected separation,

unforgivable sin…

Say ‘Hello’ to God for me,

tell Him I wished that He

could be here,

in Italy…

Where Angels come in all shape and size

as mamma cries,

and baby dies…

(Author's note: Written in honour of the victims of the devestating earthquake on 31/10/2002 in the Italian village of San Giuliana Di Puglia.)