The Wisdom of Buddha




We can all grow flowers 98% of the time it’s the other 2% we have to be careful of.
Blessing to help flowers growing in your mind!


Blessed be.

Blessed be





Click on the hyperlinks to read the rest on the poems on interestingliterature.com
Poetry and magic share a curious history, since shamans and priests of ancient times would chant verses and incantations as part of their rituals designed to heal the sick, influence the weather, or appeal to the gods. So we might even say there is something peculiarly ‘magical’ about poetry.
Below, we introduce ten of the very best poems about magic and the supernatural, featuring witches, black magic, fairies, ghosts, and much else.
1. William Shakespeare, from A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.
2. John Donne, ‘The Apparition’.
3. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, ‘The Magic Net’.
4. Percy Shelley, The Witch of Atlas.
5. Alfred, Lord Tennyson, ‘Lilian’.
6. Edgar Allan Poe, ‘The Haunted Palace’.
7. William Allingham, ‘The Fairies’.
8. Emily Dickinson, ‘I Think I Was Enchanted’.
9. Mary Coleridge, ‘The Witch’.
10. W. B. Yeats, ‘Supernatural Songs’.
Author’s Notes: “The Old Dark House” is a narrative poem that I had co-authored in collaboration and direct coordination with my colleagues and dear friends, Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam McDaid. (This poem was completed on September 7, 2016.) The fictional-fantasy story behind this particular poem speaks for itself. It follows the same fantasy-horror theme genre similar to the narrative poem that all three of us collaborated on last month: “The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror.” I guess that you, the reader, can consider both of these poems as early contributions from all three of us for Halloween (or All Hallows’ Eve) 2016, which is nearly now upon us. This write, like our last one from August, delves into the “psychology of the mind” when its confronted at the subconscious-level by the true force of evil and bad intentions from Lucifer. This is also in line with the historical and biblical role traditionally that has been attributed to Lucifer as the “ultimate tempter of mankind.” In a fantasy-metaphysical-ethereal sense, we likened “The Old Dark House” to an “evil dream” at the subconscious-level which can be easily conjured by the innocent and uninformed (in this case principally children) as the month of October approaches with the advent of All Hallows’ Eve on October 31. I know that Anne-Lise, Liam, and I think that you shall find this particular theme and narrative story to be of interest. I know also that all three of us were quite pleased with how the final version of our narrative poem turned out here. And so, “Happy Halloween” from Anne-Lise, Liam, and me! (And Remember: “Dare not to be one of the innocent and uninformed who conjureth The Old Dark House in your dreams.” “If so, the Demons of Hell shall come for your very soul!”) (Gary Bateman – September 9, 2016) (Narrative)
A Special Note for Arthur Vaso: “The Brothers and Sister Grimm have struck again!!” BOO!! BOO!!
Categories: dark, dream, evil, fantasy, god, metaphor, and symbolism.




Rustling, creaking, cracking, snapping
Nibbling, pecking, chirping, squeaking
Bristling, brushing, chaffing, rubbing
Squelching, sloshing, swishing, plodding
Breathing, echoing, whispering…………….silence
Moonwillow 08/09/02
From paganpoetry.tripod.com
I call to the Witches,
Both near and far.
No need to name you,
You know who you are.
Come Dane with me,
By the firelight,
and give praise to the Goddess,
this full moon night.
It doesn’t matter where you are.
Send your soul,
it travels far.
I’ll wait for you,
as the sun goes to rest,
tonight will be truly blessed.
Brothers, Sisters, dance with me.
As I will it,
So more it be.
By Shines Gaughan

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