tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045590272766875152024-10-06T23:32:41.500-06:00Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry. ~Muriel RukeyserMuninn's Kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950767190932974289noreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904559027276687515.post-51330962816535931542017-02-19T05:32:00.000-07:002017-02-19T05:32:33.934-07:00

Hail Lupercal! O hail the Wolf, In all Her many guise! The Tearing One, Who fills the dark, The Mother of everything! Hail Lupercal! O hail the Wolf, Hail the Wild One! Hail Her Get, Hail Her Twins, The Dancers of the Dark! Hail Lupercal! O hail the Wolf, Hail the Hooded Three! Hail fair Spinner, Hail sly Weaver, Hail the dreaded Cutter now! Hail Lupercal! O hail the

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The mists that part,   By Bride's Day light, Are mists between the worlds, They open wide,   The gates of night, And allow things to pass both ways, What died before,   Comes forth once more, The serpent's wings are spread, On Hallow's Eve,   That sacrifice, Begins the year again, Forth from the well,   Between the worlds, Scaled form returns once more, A new year dawns,

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I am the Raven of Dreams, Who wanders the dreamscapes of yore, I pluck the thoughts and memories, That aren't remembered no more, Shiny things in thoughts and dreams, And babbles of treasure lost, In memories long faded away, In dreams that will live on. I am the Raven of Dreams, Who wanders the dreamscapes of yore, My beak will tear and rip and pull, And feed on memory's corpse,

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You take your throne as winter comes, Hail, oh, Builder of Storms, Secrets rest as the Dead rise up, Hail, oh, Builder of Storms, We the Lost who few can see, Hail, oh, Builder of Storms, We hear your call of winter winds, Hail, oh, Builder of Storms, A fire lit that once was cold, Hail, oh, Builder of Storms, On winter winds you find

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The Twins, Sometimes enemies fighting, Sometimes lovers making love, Sometimes friendly rivals, Sometimes partners in crime. The Bright Twin and the Darkling Twin, Catalyst and Nexus, Sometimes both male, Sometimes both female, Sometimes one of each, Sometimes lines blurring. Sometime one under the other's foot, Sometimes vice versa, And so the Dancers dance, And the Pipers play

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Through the darkness I part the Veil, And walk the hidden paths, In the brightness beyond the pale, I see what none have seen. There's danger here in the world beyond, In the gleam beyond the gloom. And all my days it waits for me, The calling in my blood, And through the years I walk the paths, That very few have seen, The Veil grows thin as years go by, In the gleam beyond the gloom. Through

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I stand beneath the starstrone sky, In the darkness of the night, A lonely hill, grey in the dark, A darkness you can feel. The stars the spin, they move around, Before my wondering eyes, Stars not fixed but thought to be, Stars like dancing fire flies. And spin they do, but all return, To their course across the sky, These pin pricks move yet stay quite still, In the darkness of the night. No

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I am the raven, I eat the dead, I am the raven, I remember all things, I am the raven, I build all, I am the raven, I know all things. I am the otter, In rivers and creeks I swim, I am the otter, I eat and I play, I am the otter, On slopes I slide, Joy is mine, In the mountain streams, I own the rivers, I feed on their fish. I am the snake, The serpent I am, Between and through move I, On belly

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Four guardians sit at the gates of worlds, Who know far more than they know, Some sit, some stand, some rest beneath, Their past are lost in the mist. There is one who rests in the cold north wind, Who was once a giantess of renown, No name we know or when she was born, But she was ancient ere man was born. There is one who stands in the wind of the east, Where the rainbow bridge does rest, A

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I sit here, watching the sunrise fade to night, Remembering, forgetting, remembering, Remembering my childhood in the twilight of the gods, The Destroyer raging across the land, Remembering my teenage years in afternoon of the world, As the glory of man faded, threatening to go out, Remembering my early adult years in at high noon, When man's empires spanned the world, Rising and falling and

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I was Crom Dubh once, Buried in the mound, I was the Dagda once, My club across the land, I was Bran the Blessed once, My head beneath the hill, I was Kronos once, My stone sickle in the sky, I was Osiris once, My body across the land, I was Odin once, Ygg was I once, Ere that I was Thund, Who am I? ~Muninn's Kiss, January, 4, 2014

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I hap'ed to meet Death once, Along the Shining road, I was going up it, And he back down again, Top o' the mornin' to ya, I cheerfully put forth, And the rest of the day to thee, Came his grim reply, I asked him how his business went, If it was going well, He answered it was booming, Almost too much for him to do, He asked me about the gleaming courts, And if life there was good, And answered as

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In the darkness, something moves, A thing of horns and teeth, Our dreams, our fears, the things we know, But try hard to forget, It stalks the night in Winter's chill, It goes from house to house, It knows the secret fears and dreams, It knows what we try to hide, It knows when we are sleeping, It knows when we're awake, It knows knows if we've been good or bad, And feeds our secret fears, Black

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On snow shrouded hills, In bright sun light, They dance like mites, And spin like dancers, White showers in circles, Dust devils of snow, Moving and spinning, They catch the eye, Round and round, A play of wind, Glittering and shining, The sun's bright light, Over and over, And back and forth, Like snow faeries dancing, And calling you forth, Winter's bright spritelings, Like

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A red cock crows, A bloody hound howls, Their mistress awakes at dawn, Comely is she, A gorgeous bride, When viewed from one side, But turning around, A hideous face, Like a corpse that has rotted through, Up she rises, From the bed, That is called by the name of Disease, Through the Gleaming Bale, She rises and stretches, And dresses to meet the throng, On her hip she straps,

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Hail, Regent of the North By Muninn's Kiss Hail, Regent of the North Winter Queen, Samhain Queen Ice Serpent, Storm Dragon Keeper of the Lost Builder of Storms Bringer of Tears Hail! Now you stand Now you sit

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Tongue of the Serpent By Muninn's Kiss July, 14, 2013 Across the hills, The Serpent's tongue, The echo of the deep, Like thunder shaking, And lightning striking, The power of the storm, Her voice it calls, Across the hills, Answering my call, A voice to fear, Sheer power's voice, All across the hills.

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Seven Stones By Muninn's Kiss 2013-04-12 I know of seven stones, Seven altars from long ago, That stand forevermore,   A barren stone upon a hill, An altar that's lichen grown, An icy stone in a valley fair, An altar that's deathly cold, A flat worn stone where two roads cross, A wind swept altar stone, A granite stone that's oak leaf strewn, An altar covered in leaves, A stone that's deep

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Round and Round the Ash Tree By Muninn's Kiss 2013-01-05   Round and round the ash tree we go, Have you ever seen such a sight? The old gods laugh and the new ones delight, At long blind dance of man. This becomes that and that becomes this, But what was it all before? What once was old for now is new, But what was new now is old. Two brothers they fought and soon lost the fight, Or did it

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Kiss of Darkness, Kiss of Light By Muninn's Kiss (2012-12-30) Kiss of darkness, kiss of light, Kiss of coldness, kiss of heat, Kiss of dreaming, kiss of stars, Kiss most innocent, at the heart. Kiss of secrets, kiss of ways, Kiss of lost things, kiss burned away, Kiss so deep, kiss so bright, Kiss most intimate, at my core. Kiss of beginnings, kiss of all ways, Kiss most storming, kiss of

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The Hunter's LambA Poem of SamhainBy Muninn's Kiss On a black altar on All Soul's Night,The Wounded Serpent makes last call,He will not go down without a fight,But he knows not enough will be hid all,He howls defiance to the coming night,But the Gates are open, he can hear the call,The Horned Child pauses, about to strike,He wants this death, he wants this fight,A raised high sword,

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A Mortal Wound A Poem of the Autumn Equinox and Michaelmas By Muninn's Kiss The Horned Child rises ever strong, Like a mighty angel with a sword of steel, He ventures forth in search of prey, Looking for a Serpent with feathered wings, He finds him then, near end of life, The Winged Serpent weak, while the Child is strong, He stalks his prey desiring the kill, He takes his time for the hour is

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A Child of Blood A Poem of Lugh's Day By Muninn's Kiss A child is born, A child is given, On the feast in fair Lugh's name. A child of light, A child of blood, A Horned Child is given birth. Well of the Womb, Water and darkness, Born into the bright light of day. Shining fair, A Hunter born, Of starlight and mystic earth. Hunter and hunted, Herder and rancher, An

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The Falling Leaf MoonBy Muninn's Kiss (2012-12-15) The leaves are falling to the ground,As the heart above is sunward bound,Fair Satevis the Red in sun's fair light,As the great hunter begins his fight,The leaves bright colour now fades to brown,And fall from heaven to earth's dark mound,Chilly breezes and first tongue of frost,What we still see will soon be tossed,And winter is coming will be

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The Changing Moon By Muninn's Kiss (2012-11-05) The scales are tipping as the leaves change shade, The scales are tipping in Autumn's rays, The red and orange, the yellow, green, Bright colours showing as the temperatures change, Third moon of Autumn, third harvest moon, Each leaf changing and calling forth, Life hangs in the balance, the weighing scales, As Autumn fades to

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