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Wiccan Poems Part 2

Chants And songs
Footprints In The Sand
A Solitary Ritual of Thanks
House Guardian Ritual
Pagan Scriptures - Chapters 1 - 44
Breaking Spells 01

Part 2

My Meeting With The Lady

While walking in the woods so deep

I sat to rest and fell asleep

When I awoke to my surprise

The most beautiful sight was before my eyes

My heart was filled with wonder and joy

I thought I must be the luckiest boy!

She rode upon a shining unicorn

As she went she blew a golden horn

Come follow me it seemed to play

I heard her laughter so happy and gay

Out of sight she then rode

Of this Lady I'd been told

The Lady of the Woods so fine and fair

With long golden flowing hair

Features so fine and so pure

Within her hand is every cure

So I followed as fast as I could

And hoped I didn't lose her in the wood

The horn she blew was loud and clear

And I found her have no fear

As I stepped into the clearing

She turned to me her look endearing

"Come sit with me", she said and smiled

"You need not fear mr my sweet child"

So I sat and stared in awe

As she told me of Mother Natures law

And as the sun began to rise

I was back where I started to my surprise

Was she a dream? I wondered aloud

Maybe the shadow of a passing cloud?

Or just a trick of my sleepy eyes?

Or maybe the truth in what I'd thought were lies!

I looked around and there I saw

I bluebird with a small horn in its claw

Then I knew it was all true

Her I haven't forgotten as I grew.

by K.Shaw,


Old Ones, Dear Ones

Old Ones, Dear Ones, Standing Stones

Ancient time piece, ancient thrones

From Solstice to Solstice and all in between

Beloved King joins beloved Queen.

Old Ones, Dear Ones, to the North

Hear us now, please do come forth.

Old Ones, Dear Ones, to the East

Join us now, please share our feast.

Old Ones, Dear Ones, to the South

Share our kiss, mouth to mouth.

Old Ones, Dear Ones, to the West

Be one with us, oh sacred guest.

Standing Stones from times of Old

Ancient witness to secrets untold.

Throughout time, we've come, we've passed

But your Circle endures and lasts.

by Link,


Pagans "Halloween" Poem

Catalyst Point

'Twas the evening of Samhain, and all through the place

Were pagans preparing the ritual space.

The candles were set in the corners with care,

In hopes that the Watchtowers soon would be there.

We all had our robes on (as is habitual)

And had just settled down and were starting our ritual

When out on the porch there arose such a chorus

That we went to the door, and waiting there for us

Were children in costumes of various kinds

With visions of chocolate bright in their minds.

In all of our workings, we'd almost forgot,

But we had purchased candy (we'd purchased a LOT),

And so, as they flocked from all over the street,

They all got some chocolate or something else sweet.

We didn't think twice of delaying our rite,

Kids just don't have this much fun every night.

For hours they came, with the time-honored schtick

Of giving a choice: a treat or a trick.

As is proper, the parents were there for the games,

Watching the children and calling their names.

"On Vader, On Leia, On Dexter and DeeDee,

On Xena, on Buffy, Casper and Tweety!

To the block of apartments on the neighboring road;

You'll get so much candy, you'll have to be TOWED!"

The volume of children eventually dropped,

And as it grew darker, it finally stopped.

But as we prepared to return to our rite,

One child more stepped out of the night.

She couldn't have been more than twelve or thirteen.

Her hair was deep red, and her robe, forest green

With a simple gold cord tying off at the waist.

She'd a staff in her hand and a smile on her face.

No make-up, nor mask, or accompanying kitsch,

So we asked who she was; she replied "I'm a witch.

And no, I don't fly through the sky on my broom;

I only use that thing for cleaning my room.

My magical powers aren't really that neat,

But I won't threaten tricks; I'll just ask for a treat."

We found it refreshing, so we gave incense cones,

A candle, a crystal, a few other stones,

And the rest of the candy (which might fill a van).

She turned to her father (a man dressed as Pan)

And laughed, "Yes, I know, Dad, it's past time for bed,"

And started to leave, but she first turned and said

"I'm sorry for further delaying your rite.

Blessed Samhain to all, and a magical night."

by Cather Steincamp


Pagan Playground

I leave my cares and world behind

And drift away with a wandering mind

To a place where dreams come true

Where the grass is green and the sky is blue

Then a gentle breeze brushes my face

As I wander through this gentle place

Where birds and bees sing in the trees

And the grass bends with a gentle breeze

A song is sung but in natures way

One that is heard when children play

One that is carried forth for all to hear

But heard by those who know no fear

It plays both in day and also at night

You don't use your ears or need a light

Close your eyes for it is all around

Open your heart and it will be found

Once it is heard it won't just go away

It won't leave you alone not for a day

Its source can't be found but still you will look

Beneath every rock and the babbling brook

Try as you might and look where you can

And when you are finished go look again

For this magickal sound and wondrous place

Is often hidden right in front of our face

But though it is so simple often it's missed

And I have heard people say it doesn't exist

Still there are others who smile and know

Of the song that is sung and where they should go

They know this world is created with only a thought

Not with something borrowed or something bought

So in their mind's eye they create it with will

What wonders await us just over the hill

by SpellQuest,



The cold north wind begins to blow

Lady Winter pulls up her blanket of snow

She tucks the land in nice and tight

The land then sleeps through winter's plight

For several months the land will sleep

But hush my darling don't you weep

Soon...the land agian will wake

Lovely flowers Mother Spring doth make

She sends her warm, nurshing showers

That are full of her growing powers

The snow crocus is the first to wake

From it's head, winter's plight it doth shake

At this time the faries begin thier work

and their chores they never sherk

They wake the land and paint it bright

So open your eyes and enjoy the sight!

The days begin to grow longer

As summers sun grows stronger

Children play in the sprinklers stream

As summer birds sit and preen.

Summers end is drawing near

The fall colors will soon be here

Autumn comes with it's colorful arrays

And the night begins to overtake the days

Then tha days begin to cool

For this is Mother Natures rule

The leaves turn red, yellow, brown and gold

As summers days begin to grow old

Jack Frost prepares his paints and brush

The animals begin their harvest rush

Lady Winter again will soon be here

But don't you cry my little dear.

For the circle of seasons you see

Are ment for the enjoyment of you and me

For Mother Nature is fair and wise

And she always creates a new surprise!!!

by K.Shaw


The Ten Commandments (of the Goddess)

You shall adore (worship) my Spirit.

Your Adorations should be once a month and best when the Moon is full.

You shall gather in a secret place.

You shall worship naked before me.

You shall sing in the joy my freedom brings to thee.

You shall feast sharing the bounty of the earth I pour out unto thee.

You shall dance my dance of divine ecstacy.

Play music in Honor of She who is Queen of the Wise.

Make Love that thy Bonds with one another become sacred.

Place no sacrifice of any living creature upon my Altar for I am the Mother of All Things Living.

 H.P. Jacobus


Twas the Night Before Samhain

Twas the night before Samhain and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, except for my spouse.

The incense, it burned in our cauldron so black,

For Witchcraft and Magick we'd a wonderful knack.

The circle was drawn with the athame of power,

The guardians were called to each quarter tower.

The Lord and Lady attended our rite,

In wonder and glory and power and might.

The dearly departed came as our guest,

To live once again, after their rest.

We bid them goodbye with a tear in our eye,

Such a lovely presence of loved ones so nigh.

The candles danced in the flickering light,

With the Great Rite we bid them all a good night.

The guardians, thanked, have all sped away,

The Lord and Lady, thanked for the day.

The night before Samhain, Gods bless this house,

A circle of wonder 'round me and my spouse.


Visit From The Yule Spirits

'Twas the night before Yule, when all 'cross the hearth,

not a being was stirring; Pagan, faerie, or beast.

Wassail was left out & the alter adorned,

to rejoice that the Sun King would soon be reborn.

The children lay sleeping by the warmth of the hearth,

their dreams filled with visions of belov'd Mother Earth.

M'lady & I beneath blankets piled deep,

had just settled down to our own Solstice sleep.

Then a noise in the night that would leave us no peace,

Awakened us both to the honking of geese.

Eager to see such a boisterous flock,

When we raced to the window, our mouths dropped in shock!

On the west wind flew a gaggle of geese white & gray,

With Frau Holda behind them in her giftladen dray.

The figure on her broomstick in the north sky made it clear,

La Befana was approaching to bestow Yuletide cheer.

From the south came a comet more bright than the moon,

And we knew that Lucia would be with us soon.

As these spirits sailed earthward o'er hilltops & trees,

Frau Holda serenaded her feathery steeds:

"Fly Isolde! Fly Tristan! Fly Odin & Freya!

Fly Morgaine! Fly Merlin! Fly Uranus & Gaea!

May the God & the Goddess inside you soar,

From the clouds in the heavens to yon cottage door."

As soft & silent as snowflakes they fell:

Their arrival announced by a faint chiming bell.

They landed like angels, their bodies aglow.

Their feet left no marks in the new fallen snow.

Before we could ponder what next lay in store,

There came a slow creaking from our threshold door.

We crept from our bedroom & were spellbound to see...

There in our parlor stood the Yule Trinity!

Lucia, the Maiden, with her head wreathed in flame,

Shown with the radiance for which she was named.

The Lightbringer's eyes held the joy of a child,

And she spoke with a voice that was gentle, yet wild:

"May the warmth of this household ne'er fade away."

Then she lit our Yule log which still burns to this day.

Frau Holda in her down cloak stood regal & tall;

The Matron of Solstice, the Mother of all.

Under her gaze we felt safe & secure.

Her voice was commanding, yet almost demure:

"May the love of this family enrich young & old."

And from the folds of her cloak showered coins of pure gold.

Le Befana wore a kerchief on her silvery hair;

The veil of the Crone who has secrets to share.

In her eyes gleamed a wisdom only gained by spent youth.

Her voice was a whisper but her words rung with truth:

"May health, glad tidings, and peace fill these rooms."

And she banished misfortune with a sweep of her broom.

They then left a gift by each sleeping child's head,

Took a drink of our wassail, & away they sped.

While we watched them fly off through the night sky we laughed,

At the wondrous magick we had found in the Craft.

As they departed, the spirits decreed...

Merry Yule To You All & May All Blessed Be!

by Richard De Angelis


Witches' Chant

first appearing in Lady Sheba's Book of Shadows, 1972

Darksome night and shining Moon,

Hearken to the Witches' rune,

East then South, West then North,

Here come I to call Thee forth.

By all the powers of land and sea,

Be obedient unto me.

Wand and Pentacle and Sword,

Hearken ye unto my word.

Cords and Censer, Scourge and Knife,

Waken all ye into life.

Powers of the Witches' Blade,

Come ye as the charge is made.

Queen of Heaven, Queen of Hell,

Send your aid unto the spell.

Horned Humter of the night,

Work my will by magick rite.

By all the powers of land and sea,

As I do say, "So mote it be."

By all the might of Moon and Sun,

As I do will, it shall be done.

by Doreen Valiente,


Witch's Charge

Hear now the words of the witches,

The secrets we hid in the night,

When dark was our destiny's pathway,

That now we bring forth into the light.

Mysterious Water and Fire,

The Earth and the far-reaching Air,

By hidden quintessence we know them,

And will keep silent and dare.

The birth and rebirth of all nature,

The passing of winter and spring,

We share with the life universal,

Rejoice in the magcial ring.

Four times in the year the Great Sabbat

Returns, and the witches are seen

At Lammas and Candlemas dancing,

On May Eve and old Hallowe'en.

And when day time and night time are equal,

When sun is at greatest and least,

The four lesser Sabbats are summoned,

Again witches gather in feast.

Thirteen silver moons in a year are,

Thirteen is the coven's array.

Thirteen times at Esbat make merry,

For each golden year and a day.

The power was passed down the ages,

Each time between woman and man,

Each century unto the other,

Ere time and ages began.

When drawn is the magical circle,

By sword or athame of power,

It's compass between the two worlds lies

In the land of shades that hour.

This world has no right to know it,

And the world beyond will tell naught.

The oldest of gods are invoked there,

The Great Work of Magic is wrought.

For two are the mystical pillars,

That stand at the gate of the shrine,

And two are the power of nature,

The forms and the forces of the divine.

The dark and the light in succession,

The opposites each unto each,

Shown forth as a God and a Goddess:

This did our ancestors teach.

By night he's the wild wind's rider,

The Horned One, the Lord of the Shades.

By day he's the King of the Woodland,

The dweller in green forest glades.

The bright silver lady of midnight,

The crone who weaves spells in the dark.

She is youthful or old as she pleases,

She sails the torn clouds in her barque,

The master and mistress of magic,

They dwell in the deeps of the mind,

Immortal and ever renewing,

With power to free or to bind.

So drink the good wine to the Old Gods,

And dance and make love in their praise,

Till the Summerland shall receive us

In peace at the end of our days.

And Do What Thou Wilt

Shall be the challenge,

So be it in love that harms none,

For this is the only commandment,

By magic of old, be it done!

Eight words the Witches Creed fulfull:

It if Harms None, Do What Thou Will!



Younger Self

Leap, Jump, Skip and Run.

The time of our youth,

the day of the sun.

Worry, dispair, fret and die.

A graduate of life,

the night turns to sky.

To be born again,

as the dawn is new,

as time moves on,

the sky to blue.

To grow and grow

and leap and jump

and skip and

run through life

like the blazing sun.

Hold fast to youth,

for it holds the key,

to life most full

through eternity.

As the sun does rise

so shall it set,

and the sky will grow

even darker yet.

When youth is lost,

dark it stays.

For we have lost the passion

for the dawn of day.

Listen to me,

and to what I say,

when the voice inside

wants out to play,

remember the light

of the rising sun,

Leap, Jump, Skip, and Run.

Blessed Be!

by Quartz