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>Our Prose and Poetry
 A Night To Remember
By Silent Whispers. Previously posted on our General board by member Mick_the_stud1: ~A Night To Remember~
I fought away my demons,
That chased me in my dreams,
For I chose to hear the music,
That was hidden by my screams.
I danced in the shadows,
To the tune of life's sweet song,
I danced away my fears,
For they danced with me too long. As I gazed into the moonlight,
Beneath the velvet sky,
I turned and faced my problems,
Then waved and said "goodbye" Now I feel the beauty,
Of nighttimes endless choice,
Come share with me this feeling,
Come listen to its voice. © JF 2001
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~ Silent Whispers ~ Recommended by Barb , 8/10/2007.
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AcceptenceBy Inspired. Previously posted on our General board by member Mick_the_stud1 ~ Acceptence ~
Wounded I stand before you
Surrounded by your light
Infinity now welcomed
I now know I won this fight
Pained battle scars are healing
The calmness stills the air
Shadows cast become silhouettes
I fall upon your stare Reaching out to touch you
A glimpse of you within
My tired soul still searching
Of what? Perhaps my win? In the warmth of silence
Of fates unknown demise
I look towards your piercing gaze
And watch new hope arise Surrendering to your stature
My trust removes its veil
Seeking shelter within your haven
The awakening can now prevail The fight a lonely torment
In which no enemy dies
Accepting what's within myself
I stand to claim my prize Inspired © SN 2002 ----------------------- To Read more writings by Inspired visit Recommended by Barb , 8/10/2007.
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Always HopeBy Silent Whispers. Previously posted on our General board by member Mick_the_stud1 ~Always Hope~
To gaze upon your face,
To feel sadness from your eyes,
To know you've lost your place,
The pain that's felt from lies.
I wish I could hold you,
Offer comfort for a while,
Gently brush away your tears,
You look so lost without your smile, Life has many obstacles,
That we sadly have to face,
We travel round in circles,
Sometimes we lose our place. Just as good times go away,
The bad ones take their leave,
Only if you let them stay,
The longer will you grieve. So hold on to the thought..
In life there's always hope,
In bad times we are taught,
And given strength to cope. Your smiles not gone forever,
The hurt it won't last long,
Soon I'm sure you'll wake up.
To the beauty of life's song. Once again.
© JF 2002
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~ Silent Whispers ~
Recommended by Barb , 8/10/2007.
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Angel of your DreamsBy Silent Whispers. Previously posted on our General board by member Mick_the_stud1 ~Angel of your Dreams~
She danced alone with demons,
The Angel of your dreams,
Fighting fear with feelings,
Silencing your screams.
He danced within the fire,
The Devil of your mind,
Upturning all those thoughts,
The ones you once declined. He stood within the shadows,
The Prince of your desire,
Smiling at the Angel,
For she knew what would transpire. You slept in peace and comfort,
As your soul was wrapped in care,
For the Angel tamed the Devil,
As the Prince now stroked your hair. As you woke to greet the morning,
The Angel lingered for a while,
For the Prince now stood before you,
To receive your first true smile. As you lifted up your fingers,
To touch your Princes face,
His eyes confirmed your thoughts,
That this was now his place. As you took him in your arms,
And held him close to you,
You smiled and thanked the Angel,
For your wish had now come true. © silent whispers 02/26/02
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~ Silent Whispers ~ Recommended by Barb , 8/10/2007.
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BENEATH THE MOONLIGHTBy AUTHOR MYSELFFRNAK. Beneath the moonlight You heart shines Every glowing In the mist of time Unforgotten dream In a melody of time Fragrant as the roses Beneath the moonlight Our secret rose A time gone Things to remember Enfolded in the moonlight Deep within our hearts Thoughts last forever Beneath the moonlight Our enchanted dreams Never forgotten In the goodness Time never goes Life’s a story Full of dreams Just beneath the moonlight We will find our dreams In the rose of our hearts Enfolded in the moonlight Never to part ©frank2005 Recommended by  AngelLancelot6, 3/15/2007.
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Call to WitchesBy Barb. Deep in the woods where the faery folk dwell Whispers the cosmos, "You can cast a spell. If your heart is pure and intentions sweet, There is no God or Goddess you cannot meet." The Mist Maiden blankets her chosen ones - The prescious daughters, the innocent sons. She only reveals their faery faces To witches who seek the Twilight Places. Recommended by Barb , 3/15/2007.
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ChoicesBy Silent Whispers. Previously posted on our General board by member Mick_the_stud1 ~Choices~
Today I met my Teacher,
He said "Be still my dear,
Your thoughts are causing aching,
Your suffering brings me here."
I stopped and faced my Teacher,
So I could hear the words he said,
How did he know my turmoil?
Thoughts running through my head. I saw the pain across his face,
The sadness in his eyes,
It hurt to think my turmoil,
Was affecting one so wise. I placed my hand upon my heart,
For there lay all my pain,
Was then he made me realise,
Suffering was my choice again. Why did I do this to myself?
And choose to hurt inside,
Hadn't I suffered long enough?
Why did I choose to hide? I knew inside I had the strength,
To rise above all pain,
I knew the choice to suffer now,
Had been mine once again. I knew the choice of happiness,
Lay there within my soul,
I'd only got to choose it,
And once again feel whole. The Teacher smiled so broadly,
As he wiped away my tears,
For he knew I'd found the answers,
Hidden behind my fears. He placed his hands upon my head,
And with Love began to heal,
All my scars from suffering,
The pain I'd chose to feel. © JF 2002
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~ Silent Whispers ~ Recommended by Barb , 8/10/2007.
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Fortune TellerBy Silent Whispers. Previously posted on our General board by member Mick_the_stud1 ~ Fortune Teller ~
"Your future lies within his eyes"
Were the words she said to me
The lady with the crystal ball
So I paid her asking fee
She smiled as she took my hand
And began to read my palm
Saying ~"please, be still my child
I'm not going to cause you harm" She told me of my past mistakes
And the lessons already learned
Smiled at me when I understood
My trust for her now earned She gazed intently upon my hand
And told me of things she knew
Things no-one else could understand
Of dreams that within me grew My future she described so clearly
Like I'd lived it all before
And with a confidence she knew me
Before I'd walked right through her door She began to tell me of the one
With the eyes that knew my soul
Whose love and understanding
Had begun to make me whole She told me I must follow my heart
And to walk my path and smile
For my future had been written
And my life was now worthwhile I thanked her for her insight
And for confirming all I felt
She smile then softly and said "Dear child...
It's your own cards you have dealt..." © 2003 JF Silent Whispers.
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To Read more writings by Silent Whispers visit Recommended by Barb , 8/10/2007.
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I Am . . . PaganBy Jacqui_Arnold AKA Isis_Artemis_0. I am deeply spiritual, but I don't follow the teachings of The Holy Bible.
I wonder if Christianity is the only true religion; that would lead ones soul to their salvation. I hear the sounds of the birds singing in the trees, of crystal-clear water bubbling down a stream, and I am reminded of the divinity in all of nature. I see a forest on a warm, sunny summer day, and I feel like I have been transported back to a long ago time. When druids worshipped their deities in sacred groves. I want to visit the sacred circles of Stonehenge, and Avebury in the future.
I pretend to follow the teachings of Jehovah out of fear for persecution. I feel the pollution of two of the sacred elemets air and water, and when the forests are cut down. My heart screams out for them. I am crying, but no one hears me. My heart becomes heavy with sadness. I touch virtually anything in nature, and I feel its spirit, and energy eminating from it. Whether, it be the leaves on a tree, the tree trunk itself, the grass, the soil, a rock, a wild flower. I worry that my sanctuary, Mother Earth, is slowly being destroyed. I worry that pretty soon I shall have no true place to worship. I worry that Mother Earth is crying out for help, and we can't hear her. I worry that she is trying to fight back in the form of floods, earthquakes, and volcanoes. I cry when I hear close-minded people say that christianity is the only way. I cry when I hear christians declare that all neo-pagans shall go to Hell. I cry when I hear people say that paganism is wrong. When they don't even believe there is such a place. I cry when I realize there is only a small number of people following the Old Ways of the Lord, and Lady. I am deeply spiritual, but I don't follow the teachings of The Holy Bible. I understand that even though I may feel like I am the only neo-pagan at times I'm not. That there are other pagans out there. And that the Goddess, and God will always be with me...no matter where I am, and what I do. I say do what you will, but harm none while doing so. I dream of a time on Earth that may never come. When all of the human beings on Earth shall live in total harmony, and peace with one another. Regardless, of their religion, nationality, whether they are rich, or poor. I try to be positive about my dreams at all times. Even though it is tough. I try to tell myself that I'm not in the wrong for believing what I do. For every person has the freedom of mind to make their own spiritual choice, and not one of the many religions can be proven completely true, and the others false. I hope that societies religious intolerance will be changed, but I also realize that it may never be. I am deeply spiritual, but I don't follow the teachings of The Holy Bible. Recommended by Barb , 3/15/2007.
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If OnlyBy Rose Powell. Previously posted on our General board by member Mick_the_stud1 If Only
If only I had listened
If only I had cared
If only I had known
If only I'd been warned
If only is the statement
Of regret, remorse, and sorrow,
If only is the lesson
That we learn to use tomorrow Tomorrow we can listen
Tomorrow we can care
Tomorrow we will know
Tomorrow we've been warned The lesson is intended
The lesson if its learnt
Is to bring about self knowledge
Of our lives and its events. So come away and listen,
You can only be yourself
You can only choose from what you have
In lessons learnt before So Don't blame yourself for wanting
Don't blame yourself for hurt
The only blame that we can take
Is that we blame ourselves at all.
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Walk in Light
Rosie Recommended by Barb , 8/10/2007.
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LifeBy Silent Whispers. Previously posted on our General board by member Mick_the_stud1 ~ Life ~ Life is hard to those who struggle
And times never seem to fly
No-one smiles unless they choose to
Did you ever ask them why? Days go by and before you know it
Another month has passed
I wonder how many are collecting memories
Or do they all still live in the past? Circumstances always changing
Tears dancing within our eyes
I wonder did they see it coming
Or was it the ultimate surprise? Seconds go by and minutes pass
Bad times do come and go
But we know not to fear forever
For good times also show. Life's a journey of understanding
But there's some who forget to breathe
With love and hope could you remind them?
Before they're leaving us to grieve. Reach out and touch and embrace your life
Awaken and capture each moment
Move forth, have faith and banish your fear
Continue to find your own smile if it's absent. © Silent Whispers
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Blessings, Silent Whispers. Recommended by Barb , 8/10/2007.
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Lifes a SeaBy Charlene Whelan. Life’s a Sea<PALIGN=CENTER>Open your heart and you will see
a future brimming with possibility
you may feel weak, you may not care
but someone will come unaware
they will take you by surprise
over the hill, over the sky
from far away or right next door
they will come sooner or more
open your heart, look over the sea
life is filled with possibility. Copyright ©2003 Charlene Eve Whelan
I got this one published! Darkness Hate, anger, destruction, war
surrounds us now just like before
darkness is spreading surrounding the globe
our inner thoughts and demons it probes, Yet sunrises come and sunrises go
letting us know we can still grow,
grow in wisdom, grow in might
so when darkness threatens we can fight Fight for love and freedom, truth above all
if we don’t, the world will fall,
follow your heart, open your mind
it’s so much easier just to be kind. Copyright ©2004 Charlene Eve Whelan. Recommended by MysticalCharly-CnL, 3/15/2007.
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MarshFarieBy Djinnjen. This is a short story in prose. The inspiration for this work is the Marshfarie picture I posted elsewhere on this site. I don't imagine myself a poet, but felt it would be an injustice to post one item without the other. I hope you enjoy them. DJM 10/07/03 Wandering lost and weary In the bogs some time ago My spirit damp and dreary My bones so wet and cold I happened upon a clearing What should my eyes behold A trick of light or mearly A farie dancing bold? Her feet touched upon the water As if it were solid stone And very soon I knew it, My heart was not my own She stopped, she looked, she noticed me Staring like a fool She winked, she smiled, she whispered On winds comforting and cool "Welcome Sir" she said to me "My guest, my child, my friend Rest your weary bones right here Safe in my wooded den." "Drink of my well, eat of my land, Rest beneath my trees Always mind your manners though, Take no more than you can leave." I sat, I ate, I drank I watched the Farie dance My bones soon stopped to ache Oh, what happy chance Soon I fell asleep Beneath the Faries trees A bed of pine providing All the warmth that I did need. When the sun arose I found to my suprise The path that I had lost Right before my eyes. Having nothing on me I had nothing I could leave Save of course perhaps for Footprints beneath the trees I turned to behold the spirit Standing for me to see She whispered softly to me "Merry Part and Blessed Be" I left without a worry then Of the gift I failed to leave For you see, it occured to me Love is all this Goddess needs. Recommended by Djinnjen1, 3/15/2007.
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May IBy Inspired. Previously posted on our General board by member Mick_the_stud1
May I sit with you here
And share your bright light
Mine appears to have faded
My days turn to nights
May I hold your warm hand
So I feel less alone
As these cold shadows mock me
With their shrill silent tone May I watch your strong gaze
As you look straight ahead
My own views obstructed
I see darkness instead May I rest in your shelter
And let it pass while I dream
Keep me safe from these nightmares
Help me see what they mean May I wake with new vision
New hope to behold
It's so hard not to falter
But "be patient" I'm told May I thank you my friend
For your warm sharing heart
Your love has given me purpose
Then with a smile, we part. Inspired © SN 2007 _________________
I knew when I wrote 'May I?' it was one of a pair, an opposite perception - The 2nd was in my head when I woke today...Here it be
A stranger sat beside me
And as I glanced across
The pain I saw within his eyes
I recognised as 'Lost'
I offered him compassions hand
Which gratefully he took
Easing waves of lonely torment
From which his body shook
His eyes held many questions
They appeared to block his way
He looked to me for answers
"Be patient" are words I say
With this he started to relax
Invitation for healing dreams
His tired mind surrendering
Revealed his answers it seems
He woke with new found vision
His inner strength restored
Surrounding him with confidence
With the advice I gave onboard
I felt the warmth of love within
He'd shown a trusting heart
I thanked him for his purpose
And with a smile, we part
Inspired © SN 2007
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MemoriesBy Serena aka Lynn. Memories: a yellowing box of pictures, taking you on a journey into the time tunnel of your life Concrete images that link you to pieces of moments Fading quickly as they pass you in flight. "Deja Vu" of a sort, in blinding flashes of light, fleeting senses of sounds, aromas and sights, long since lost, as a part of your life. People and places that brought you such joy, Indelible writings like a long lost toy. They helped to form you, they now keep you sane calling you back when to live was to gain. (I actually got this published!) Recommended by Serena , 7/10/2003.
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