Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Thursday, 21 April 2016

I am Changeling!


Rose raindrops, kitten whiskers, melting to springtime!
Glamour, compassion, laughter!
Love, joy, pleasure!
Bravery, to dare, to be!

The Glorious Nurturing Dreaming!

Dog-bites, bee-stings,feeling sad!
Mundanity, bullying, tears!
Hatred, despair, discomfort!
Fear, shame, guilt!

The Neglectful Nightmare Banality!

I am Changeling!
This the Yin and Yang of my lot!
No pleasure without pain!

So...I simply remember my favourite things...
And then I don't feel so bad!

Meet me on the Other Side
Back in the Fabulous Bedlam of FaerieSpace!






Tuesday, 12 April 2016

Who Are We?





We are DIVINE.....
We are blossoming creativity
Manifesting glamorous beauties!

We feel the love
And it moves through us.

We dare to let inspiration be our guide.
Shamelessly we engage our power.

With guilt-free pleasure and balance
We ground ourselves securely
As our evolving consciousness
Changes Everything Forever!

We are Sacred Fools
And our buffoonery brings deep understanding!

We sing. We dance. We write. We paint.
We heal. We love. We drum.

We are the Divine Faerie Fools of Featherstone.

Bing!

Bang!

Bong!

Sunday, 31 January 2016

Faerie Full-Moon Ritual Sunday 24/1/16







Winter night air
Freezing our breath
Bracing!

Ritual Fire
Breathing bright flames
Warming!

Icy-cold Water
Burbling soft sounds
Soothing!

Snow covered Earth
Sparkling with frost
Grounding!

Magic Full-Moon
Shining pale rays
Healing!

Five Faerie Hearts
Twinkling with joy
Dancing!

Silent Moonbow
Playing with Light
Enchanting!

Glamour is shaped
Poetry made
Transforming! 

Monday, 3 November 2014

The Dance of the Cis-ish Faerie


So, here’s the thing! Biologically I’m a bloke. Psychologically I can identify as a man. So that would make me a Cis-gendered male. However I am also able to identify as a woman. Not so that ‘I feel like a woman trapped in a man’s body’ but enough that I enjoy inhabiting feminine attire and relating/ being related to, at least partially, as female. From a gender-world view I don’t fit into the Cis- world and I don’t fit into the Trans- world. Cis- men find my drag puzzling and unnecessary. Trans- women resent my ability to pass as Cis- and do not accept me into their fold either. Maybe just as Bisexuals will often complain that from a sexuality point of view they are at home in neither the gay nor the straight world, I, from a gender point of view am at home in neither the Cis- nor the Trans- world. Maybe there could be a word for it-Bigendered? Or Cis-ish?
I’ve just returned from the US. I went to a gay night-club in the Castro district of San Francisco where I allowed my feminine a degree of expression....

Green velveteen poncho with the pink fringe
Blue ripped denimette lycra tights
Peers over half-moon leopard print framed specks
A brightly coloured plastic butterfly quivering on the brim of the
Dark brown floppy top-hat textured with light faun bobbles.

No bosom swells the green fabric
Just the sturdy shoulders of a masculine frame.
A definite bulge in the crotch of those skin-tight blue jeans
And substantial manly thighs there too
Who is this grotesque come to ruin the night at the Badlands Castro Bar?

“Nice Poncho, Honey”
“Wow-those jeans”
The bouncer braces, sensing imminent danger.
The bartender, with eyes conceding discomfort, attempts nonchalance 
But knocks over glasses as he delivers the requested soda.

Around the dance floor sneers and elbowing 
Saying “Look, what the cat dragged in”
“This bar ‘aint for folk like you” 
“Why don’t you stick with yo’ own kind”

But the siren calls of the diva deities and their dancing dollies
Beam down from the plasma walls of this coliseum
And the straight-acting boys
(Pissed, stoned and almost wasted
Usually reluctant to have their sissy invoked)
Are anesthetized enough now to access at least a caricature of their pansy nature.
The Dance effervesces rare breaths of oxygen into a testosterone driven femininity suffocating world.
Even the trans-lads take a few panting gasps as they wiggle their hips and lip-synch to Kylie.

So here the Cis-ish Faerie dances The Dance
Dances with the space between the backs of disgusted dancers
Dances with the Mascinine-Femculine divine within
Dances as a laugh in the face of the disapproving
Dances a prayer that the “Loved Feminine” become manifest in all ourselves
That the “Hated, Despised, Repressed Feminine” be seen, acknowledged, understood
And gently embraced with love!

Dances it all to Oblivion!
Dances it all to Eternity!
Dances it all to The Cosmos!

Friday, 5 September 2014

Folleterre Faerie Gathering Call




Faerie sing, sing, sing!
Faerie soar like an eagle!

Faerie sing, sing, sing!
Faerie dance in the moonlight! 

Faerie, find a healing space 
To work your Faerie Art!

Caress, hold, nurture, and protect
Every Faerie heart!



Thursday, 12 June 2014

A Faerie Ancestor Visitation


Being well 'over the hill'
My body feels old
It aches and it pains!

Whitman and  Broughton
Whisper to me
To the rhythm of train...

On tracks, as I journey
Heading up North
To see my old ma'

I hear:

To the creeping decrepitude of body,
The soul hymns Joy
"Joy to Death: Joy to the Life Eternal"

Mushroom, Walt and James

Thursday, 15 August 2013

Joie de Folleterre


A fabulous Folleterre Word Collage from Faerie Laureate Qweaver


Joie de Folleterre

A time for joy.
Tears ripen.

Nothing in the trees’ gaze contradicts the flowers
that dare declare they love. All the colours of music,
all the music of the forest, bright with wonder’s blessing.

Think of it as a merry-go-round,
a subaqueous garden.

Bones blur, outlines loosen, a little like trees, indistinct
in summer’s haze, splinters smoothed away.
Hands unfold, steady on another’s touch.
Around the flames of laughter,
the glow of conversation,
kisses tickle, settle,
rest, depart, rainbow-winged.
Settle again and again.

There is something like music that eases each
separate note into one swelling melody.

Wildly beautiful shapes, colours, swirl
and swoon in this lava lamp.

Somewhere bees get busy with tomorrow’s fruiting.
As your fingers coax rope into baskets I drop
my doubts inside. Your offering eyes ignite
my soul that’s been singing
to itself these years, by the far lake.

Yes, eyes meet here, shadows
steepen their lustre
into jewel-light that
bursts beyond words.

Words are clumsy messengers. Here the language is pretty
wraps, wigs, dresses sexpressively excessive.
Fireworks fixed in half motion. Star-beams caught
between silk and skin,
skin and skin.

With the night they sprawl shifting abruptly to dodge
the fire’s frisky smoke.

The days would be roaring and hungry,
gone in a few gulps, just flakes
to record the feast.

A time for sadness.
Dreams ripen. You snuggle in my heart.

Monday, 4 March 2013

Blossom, Pollen, Me, My Love and a Cat: A poem for Faerie Magnoose




I saw a cat the other day. He stalked across the street.
We stopped and caught each others stare. Oh what a splendid treat!

A creature strong and sleek he was. A pleasure to behold!
The look of youth around his eyes saw mine were getting old.

‘Come have a little stroke’, I said ‘and play with me awhile’
I muttered sweet enticing sounds to try to raise a smile.

But he was having none of it. His look turned glazed and grey.
His cupboard love awaited him. What need had he to play?

He turned away. I heaved a sigh; the moment held in mind.
My love at home awaited me to offer food and wine.

So why have I the time for love while lovers scurry on?
Why does the blossom in the trees love pollen in the sun?

Thursday, 1 November 2012

Blue Tit (An Elfchen-11 word poem)


 
Blue
Tit chirps
Faerie nature sliver
Listen! Look! Feel! Now!
Paradise

An Autumn Evening Walking Back from the Zoo







Twilight-Blush clouds
Ruby-orange
 
Autumn-Trees burn
Eerie-fireglow!

20-10-12

Wednesday, 10 October 2012

LoveSpirit

  


A poem inspired by the poet James Broughton  
and the LoveSpirit Spiritual Movement





LoveSpirit
The Love that once I sought-I am become!
Universal Spirit my lover is!
The Beloved I am!
Legion my beloveds are!

Seek not I to be-loved
To become a lover my goal is
Unrequited love’s lesson:
“Expect not your love to be requited
Love thrives not
In the confines of exclusivity
Universalize your love!”

Love follows not
The rules of investment banking
Give without reservation
The returns will be interesting!






Check out Love Spirit at http://lovespirit.org/
the multi-denomonational LGBT spiritual movement

Sunday, 15 July 2012

Folleterre Faerie Fire Song

Chorus:
Sitting round the Faerie Fire
At Folletere- at Folleterre
Sitting round the Faerie Fire
On this Magic Land!
With the Singing , the Dancing, the Strumming, the Drumming
Dressing-up and Dressing-down
And Happy, Laugh-y Days

Sitting in the Shadows
Feeling Sad and Lonely
Aching from the Pains of a
Dark and Hurtful Past
With the Coldness of Hatred and Shame and Envy
Swirling all around us like a
Thick Black Haze

Chorus
Sitting round the Faerie Fire
At Folletere- at Folleterre
Sitting round the Faerie Fire
On this Magic Land!
With the Singing , the Dancing, the Strumming, the Drumming
Dressing-up and Dressing-down
And Happy, Laugh-y Days

Feel the Light and Warmth
From the Inside Growing
Glowing like the Fire with its
Dancing Healing Flames
It's the Source of Love and it's
Burning Brighter
Melting down the Icy Cold of
Dark Dark Days

Chorus
Sitting round the Faerie Fire
At Folletere- at Folleterre
Sitting round the Faerie Fire
On this Magic Land!
With the Singing , the Dancing, the Strumming, the Drumming
Dressing-up and Dressing-down
And Happy, Laugh-y Days

Saturday, 18 February 2012

Compassion Shines Through Shadow



Guanyin: Goddess of Compassion!
You have shown me the way
To love myself
And thereby to love all

Here are my demons ...
Of Not-Good-Enough-ness
Of Not-Man-Enough-ness
My exhausting perfectionism
My gasping for the oxygen of approval
My affirmation addiction
My outraged sense of entitlement
To be-at least- engaged with


My fury at the unquestionable assumption
That fathers 'ought to' respond

To a son's overtures for affection
With nurturing love


(My music longed to be heard by him)

Shadow Faeries have poked their healing wands
At these raw wounds
And shown me how
To nurture and heal myself

I have embraced those shadow-casters
I have cuddled warmth
Into their cold shoulders

I stand tall and true
A Mushroom thriving
In the shade
And finally I see...

My Faerie Nature

Was cast into the shadows
By father, by peers
By Church and by State

And the righteous indignation
I feel towards anyone
With the temerity
To portray me
In an unfavorable light
'After all the effort
I've made to be nice
To be acceptable
To assimilate'

IS THE SHADOW I CAST

I now release the pain….


The shadows are no longer mine
And no matter how black is the darkness
I burn with the Fire of Love in my heart


And I am Light

Friday, 14 January 2011

A Prayer to a Body in Need of a Good Rest Or……



Or…… My Reflections on My Reflections on My Reflection

[Or…… What You Might End Up Saying If You Turn Your Negative Body Talk Into Positive Affirmations]

Here is a Body
Vulnerable and Exposed…..

Shameless

Sacred Holy
Totally Acceptable and Divine
Spiritually Good

Slim, Trim, Slim and Trim
Surprisingly Youthful
Young and Vital

Cuddly and Curvaceous
Smooth and Furry
Muscled

Beautifully Androgynous
Masculine Enough
Dinky Genitals- Perfectly Formed
:-)

Beautiful, Amazing, Hairy and Handsome
Strong, Adapting, Dynamic, Evolving, Growing
Wonderful Changing Regenerating Miraculous

Attractive, Sexually Attractive, Tasty

In Surprisingly Good Nick
A Great Oak
A Well-Looked-After Vintage Car

Hello!

You are Smouldering, Sensual and Sensuous
Feeling, Touching, Tasting, Smelling
The Silent Witness and Guide when Ethereal and Material Clash

The Vessel
The Instrument
The Tool

Transient, Transitory and Transitional
Indispensable Now- Yet Ultimately Disposable

Body!
Talk To Me!
Show Me How You Feel!

Sunday, 28 November 2010

Faerie Sanctuary- A Poem for Fauny for Vision Circle





This place is my heaven
This place is my dream!

A gathering place for kindred spirits from high and low, from near and far.
A place where stimulating, interesting, fascinating, challenging relationships are safely cultivated…
The fruits to be harvested as a gift to the planet!

A place to relax and relate to each other’s deity within
To affirm each other’s inner beautiful uniqueness.
A place of joyful festivity and carnival!

An escape from the divisions created by inequalities of power and wealth.
Away from orientation and identity constrictions.
A place where children are welcomed to experience a world of trust between queer adult and child

A Wild Faerieworld where the adult inner child is free and full of play.
A chance to consolidate a sense of who we are and our purpose in life.
A place to experience deep family ties
Blood is thicker than water but Spirit is thicker than both!

A place instilling strength and bravery to become who we truly are from moment to moment.
A place where the exquisite sacredness of touch is experienced and explored without fear of censure.

This place is my heaven
This place is my dream!

Where the specialness we feel which is central to our lives is ‘quite normal’.
Where our stimulating, challenging energy is revolutionary, evolutionary and ‘perfectly natural’.
Where our magick is an exciting expression of our uniqueness.

Where we are privileged adventurers having fun by simply us being us!
Feeling fresh and clean in an oasis of Faerie Wisdom
Balancing the needs of our minds, bodies and souls.
Healing ourselves!
Our emotional sacredness a sacrament to heal the world.

This place is my heaven
This place is my dream!

Where we will stop feeling awkward about being noticed as different
Where we will feel empowered to push boundaries in ourselves and each other.
Where we will foster and nurture self discovery

Where we will challenge conventional restrictions.
This is a place where there is a frisson of danger
This is a womb of safety
A place for valuing and validating

A Balanced Natural Wise Accepting Space where Fabulousness oozes out of us effortlessly!
A place for Health and Happiness and Joyfulness!
A place to explore the wondrous miracles of our sexualities and identities.

A space to tune into the understandings and ethics of our ancestors.
A space to cultivate inner peace and equanimity.
A temple where Queer Spirit will thrive

Where self understanding
Where seeking, acknowledging, and owning the light and the shade in ourselves
Is about moving away from the mirage of a unity created by agreed divisiveness.

Each of us produces a silken thread of uniqueness
In this place we find the silken thread in our own lives
And together we weave a tapestry.

This is the story of our past
The story of our present
The story of our future.

This place is my heaven
This place is my dream!

Hail and Welcome!
The Spirit of The Faerie