MLP~Mystic Lake Poetry

[Jennifer C]

An artless autumn morn' rusts naively
wailing in burnt ambition
and snoring with passion.
Whilst rustic autumn cavorts playfully
in misty swirls,
when night holds its head high in quiet dignity.
The summers sun now throws incandescent crystals ,
the lambing season is near
and snowflakes begin to fall.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

nice write JC

 

[Du Lac]

SHAMANISM
One of the more colorful and fascinating aspects of Tlingit ceremonial history is shamanism. The Tlingit Indians believed in malevolent spirits that interfered with their lives. Only an individual who possessed certain knowledge, i.e. the shaman, could intercede and break their power. For example, the shaman could cure the sick by driving out evil spirits; he could guarantee large fish runs and good weather. Often his powers were called upon to assure success in battle or to combat witches. A famous Yakutat shaman is credited with preventing the great smallpox epidemic of 1836 from reaching his village.

A shaman had at his command a number of spiritual helpers called yeks through which he made contact with the supernatural world. Each yek was assigned a special name and song. Yeks could assume both animal and human form, and were the subject of shamanic art, especially carved masks. The success of the shaman, who incidentally was well paid in advance for his services, depended upon the number of yeks under his control, and his rapport with them . If the shaman's efforts met with failure, he usually had an explanation for the client such as interference by bad spirits. Another payment would then be required for further services.

The appearance of the shaman must have been impressive. His hair was never cut or combed, and formed a long mat down his back. His costume- typically a hide apron, shoulder robe and crown-could be decorated with animal claws and carved bones. During his wild contorted dance to conjure up the spirit world, he often donned the mask of the desired yek. While manipulating rattles, charms and batons, the shaman would chant, groan, hiss, cry, and so forth, until he worked himself into a trance-like state.

 

[champagne1982]

There is magic found in the blessing of twins. The next sign celebrates that...
found another place

 

[Du Lac]

Champ

ty for posting these poems... I am enjoying them greatly and also learning from your style. They are very well written.
blessings
du lac~

 

[Jennifer C]

nice write JC

Thank you Art ~

 

[Du Lac]

Thank you Art ~

JC I agree you have really caught the tail of that mystic poem. Keep writing I am enjoying your writes
du lac~

 

[champagne1982]

The presence of the Crab in the summer skies reminds us, that no matter how small our contribution on the Earth, the gods may smile and pay tribute in the night sky. Hera, when Heracles was battling the hydra, sent the Crab to distract the hero. The Crab, no matter that his life was forfeit, responded to the goddess' request and was crushed beneath Heracles' heel. Hera, in gratitude set the tiny creature in the sky and gave it immortality.
found another place...

 

[Jennifer C]

The presence of the Crab in the summer skies reminds us, that no matter how small our contribution on the Earth, the gods may smile and pay tribute in the night sky. Hera, when Heracles was battling the hydra, sent the Crab to distract the hero. The Crab, no matter that his life was forfeit, responded to the goddess' request and was crushed beneath Heracles' heel. Hera, in gratitude set the tiny creature in the sky and gave it immortality.

Cancer's Devotion

The goddess called and you
Threw your life into the fray
To be crushed.

Brave
Fool

Only you could find harmony
In being so changing
Like the moon.

Tiny
Greatness

July's child of summer awash
In the sea of confusion
You died for her.

Foolish
Bravery

I'm a cancerian ~ lovely poem Carrie

 

[My Erotic Tale]

sticking my head into the mystic fog
to say hello this evening
sin sinking over mountain high
fires churned and begin to rise
stars twinkle in the twilight
I bid you all "good night"

 

[My Erotic Tale]

shall thy mind cloud in mist
if words like serpents are spread from lips
where fear puts feet in cement shoes
there-fore frozen and unable to move

to saw the heart with added breaths
of gut wrench turns of verbal bliss
tangle the mind in a vine with thorns
globbered to dream of mystical screams

wrap the sorrow of all mankind
pressed into the ear drum to rest in the mind
hearing the shouts of those long gone
mind a mist with the past sorrows fog

 

[My Erotic Tale]

lightening from fingers of those that wizar
mystical lot
brewing potions from frog gizzards

in the forest where life is rich
lives a lonely
old and grumpy, thathered clothes witch

 

[Du Lac]

Dionysus
by Rachel Gross and Dale Grote
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Dionysus, also commonly known by his Roman name Bacchus, appears to be a god who has two distinct origins. On the one hand, Dionysus was the god of wine, agriculture, and fertility of nature, who is also the patron god of the Greek stage. On the other hand, Dionysus also represents the outstanding features of mystery religions, such as those practiced at Eleusis: ecstasy, personal delivery from the daily world through physical or spiritual intoxication, and initiation into secret rites. Scholars have long suspected that the god known as Dionysus is in fact a fusion of a local Greek nature god, and another more potent god imported rather late in Greek pre-history from Phrygia (the central area of modern day Turkey) or Thrace.



According to one myth, Dionysus is the son of the god Zeus and the mortal woman, Semele (daughter of Cadmus of Thebes). Semele is killed by Zeus' lightning bolts while Dionysus is still in her womb. Dionysus is rescued and undergoes a second birth from Zeus after developing in his thigh. Zeus then gives the infant to some nymphs to be raised. In another version, one with more explicit religious overtones, Dionysus, also referred to as Zagreus in this account, is the son of Zeus and Persephone, Queen of the Underworld. Hera gets the Titans to lure the infant with toys, and then they rip him to shreds eating everything but Zagreus' heart, which is saved by either Athena, Rhea, or Demeter. Zeus remakes his son from the heart and implants him in Semele who bears a new Dionysus Zagreus. Hence, as in the earlier account, Dionysus is called "twice born." The latter account formed a part of the Orphic religion's religious mythology.

It does seem clear that Dionysus, at least the Phrygian Dionysus, was a late arrival in the Greek world and in Greek mythology. He is hardly mentioned at all in the Homeric epics, and when he is it is with some hostility. A number of his stories are tales of how Dionysus moved into a city, was resisted, and then destroyed those who opposed him. The most famous account of this is that of Euripides in his play the Bacchae. He wrote this play while in the court of King Archelaus of Macedon, and nowhere do we see Dionysus more destructive and his worship more dangerous than in this play. Scholars have speculated not unreasonably that in Macedon Euripides discovered a more extreme form of the religion of Dionysus being practiced than the more civil, quiet forms in Athens.

Briefly, Dionysus returns to Thebes, his putative birthplace, where his cousin Pentheus is king. He has returned to punish the women of Thebes for denying that he was a god and born of a god. Pentheus is enraged at the worship of Dionysus and forbids it, but he cannot stop the women, including his mother Agave, or even the elder statesmen of the kingdom from swarming to the wilds to join the Maenads (a term given to women under the ecstatic spell of Dionysus) in worship. Dionysus lures Pentheus to the wilds where he is killed by the Maenads and then mutilated by Agave.

A song sung in honor of Dionysus is called a dithyramb

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Dionysus
by Rachel Gross and Dale Grote
Cite, rate, or print article Send comment Used sources


Dionysus, also commonly known by his Roman name Bacchus, appears to be a god who has two distinct origins. On the one hand, Dionysus was the god of wine, agriculture, and fertility of nature, who is also the patron god of the Greek stage. On the other hand, Dionysus also represents the outstanding features of mystery religions, such as those practiced at Eleusis: ecstasy, personal delivery from the daily world through physical or spiritual intoxication, and initiation into secret rites. Scholars have long suspected that the god known as Dionysus is in fact a fusion of a local Greek nature god, and another more potent god imported rather late in Greek pre-history from Phrygia (the central area of modern day Turkey) or Thrace.



According to one myth, Dionysus is the son of the god Zeus and the mortal woman, Semele (daughter of Cadmus of Thebes). Semele is killed by Zeus' lightning bolts while Dionysus is still in her womb. Dionysus is rescued and undergoes a second birth from Zeus after developing in his thigh. Zeus then gives the infant to some nymphs to be raised. In another version, one with more explicit religious overtones, Dionysus, also referred to as Zagreus in this account, is the son of Zeus and Persephone, Queen of the Underworld. Hera gets the Titans to lure the infant with toys, and then they rip him to shreds eating everything but Zagreus' heart, which is saved by either Athena, Rhea, or Demeter. Zeus remakes his son from the heart and implants him in Semele who bears a new Dionysus Zagreus. Hence, as in the earlier account, Dionysus is called "twice born." The latter account formed a part of the Orphic religion's religious mythology.

It does seem clear that Dionysus, at least the Phrygian Dionysus, was a late arrival in the Greek world and in Greek mythology. He is hardly mentioned at all in the Homeric epics, and when he is it is with some hostility. A number of his stories are tales of how Dionysus moved into a city, was resisted, and then destroyed those who opposed him. The most famous account of this is that of Euripides in his play the Bacchae. He wrote this play while in the court of King Archelaus of Macedon, and nowhere do we see Dionysus more destructive and his worship more dangerous than in this play. Scholars have speculated not unreasonably that in Macedon Euripides discovered a more extreme form of the religion of Dionysus being practiced than the more civil, quiet forms in Athens.

Briefly, Dionysus returns to Thebes, his putative birthplace, where his cousin Pentheus is king. He has returned to punish the women of Thebes for denying that he was a god and born of a god. Pentheus is enraged at the worship of Dionysus and forbids it, but he cannot stop the women, including his mother Agave, or even the elder statesmen of the kingdom from swarming to the wilds to join the Maenads (a term given to women under the ecstatic spell of Dionysus) in worship. Dionysus lures Pentheus to the wilds where he is killed by the Maenads and then mutilated by Agave.

A song sung in honor of Dionysus is called a dithyramb

<chuckleboned and enlightened>

 

[Jennifer C]

A soulful sky grumbles courteously
hoping with copppered force
and sluggish brightly in desperation.
Icy winter laughs
in chilly mists,
when nature reposes with glory.
The lake glints in dark blue lines ,
painted by an artistic hand
and a golden sunset settles across the sky

 

[LeBroz]

Dionysus
by Rachel Gross and Dale Grote
Cite, rate, or print article Send comment Used sources


Dionysus, also commonly known by his Roman name Bacchus, appears to be a god who has two distinct origins. On the one hand, Dionysus was the god of wine, agriculture, and fertility of nature, who is also the patron god of the Greek stage. On the other hand, Dionysus also represents the outstanding features of mystery religions, such as those practiced at Eleusis: ecstasy, personal delivery from the daily world through physical or spiritual intoxication, and initiation into secret rites. Scholars have long suspected that the god known as Dionysus is in fact a fusion of a local Greek nature god, and another more potent god imported rather late in Greek pre-history from Phrygia (the central area of modern day Turkey) or Thrace.



According to one myth, Dionysus is the son of the god Zeus and the mortal woman, Semele (daughter of Cadmus of Thebes). Semele is killed by Zeus' lightning bolts while Dionysus is still in her womb. Dionysus is rescued and undergoes a second birth from Zeus after developing in his thigh. Zeus then gives the infant to some nymphs to be raised. In another version, one with more explicit religious overtones, Dionysus, also referred to as Zagreus in this account, is the son of Zeus and Persephone, Queen of the Underworld. Hera gets the Titans to lure the infant with toys, and then they rip him to shreds eating everything but Zagreus' heart, which is saved by either Athena, Rhea, or Demeter. Zeus remakes his son from the heart and implants him in Semele who bears a new Dionysus Zagreus. Hence, as in the earlier account, Dionysus is called "twice born." The latter account formed a part of the Orphic religion's religious mythology.

It does seem clear that Dionysus, at least the Phrygian Dionysus, was a late arrival in the Greek world and in Greek mythology. He is hardly mentioned at all in the Homeric epics, and when he is it is with some hostility. A number of his stories are tales of how Dionysus moved into a city, was resisted, and then destroyed those who opposed him. The most famous account of this is that of Euripides in his play the Bacchae. He wrote this play while in the court of King Archelaus of Macedon, and nowhere do we see Dionysus more destructive and his worship more dangerous than in this play. Scholars have speculated not unreasonably that in Macedon Euripides discovered a more extreme form of the religion of Dionysus being practiced than the more civil, quiet forms in Athens.

Briefly, Dionysus returns to Thebes, his putative birthplace, where his cousin Pentheus is king. He has returned to punish the women of Thebes for denying that he was a god and born of a god. Pentheus is enraged at the worship of Dionysus and forbids it, but he cannot stop the women, including his mother Agave, or even the elder statesmen of the kingdom from swarming to the wilds to join the Maenads (a term given to women under the ecstatic spell of Dionysus) in worship. Dionysus lures Pentheus to the wilds where he is killed by the Maenads and then mutilated by Agave.

A song sung in honor of Dionysus is called a dithyramb

Du,

You are so wonderful, you shame me.
I really must get busy and get back to my readings on Greek history and mythology - a subject with it's own unique fascination.

Thanks for the brief lesson.

 

[Du Lac]

A Quarter will do.....

The Price of Stuff

A quiet morn soaked in the now of living,
She sits waiting for dollar bearing divers,
to rummage through pieces of her soul
offering up the sacrificial green paper
with eyes calling to possess more
than what lies in their hands.

Coffee gulped with lo mein noodles
nourishing her morning cravings.
She looks about wondering what crazed need
had once possessed her soul.

Items littered across dew drenched September grass,
Pockets of tears glisten across things she had to have.
Just stuff that did not fill the needs.

Books, candles, crockery of sorts,
Too many chairs,
their mission to gather dust
sitting empty in the corners of her cage.
Paper, pens, garden tools and fabric,
muffling the screams of a soul,
lost in the stuff.

Bulky chains of materialistic conformity,
a thousand tiny voices of family and friends
echoed through each article that glistens in the morning sun.
Grow roots, collect more, forget the dreams that haunt.
Conform to our desires, and be normal.
Here get more stuff it will soothe your soul!

The date slowly sinks into her thoughts,
9/11
Images of fire, body parts, falling buildings,
thick dust clogging the minds of innocents,
fear, hate and despair.
A solitary child stands screaming lost in the mists of terror.
She questions life and what is really important.
She knows now the truth.

Slowly,
her essence once
rotted
buried
under
crock pots,
coffee makers
sweaters
dresses
coffee tables
rocking chairs
and cheap pottery.
Rises with the sun,
burning the tears from the surface.

A diver comes up with lust in their hands,
a moose hat and a quarter
She laughs, at the gesture
replying
Its yours! No charge!

Freedom has costs, she has learned from the pain.
Anger and bitterness swirl in the heads of
one's who swore their devotion through
family bonds of love and blood.
Brittle eggshell of conformity,
smashed and lying on the past's path.
A gray life they cursed her with,
now shattered along with the family ties.

Blood in her past,
scattered across broken china and empty bottles.
Stained linens, used towels and hopeless dreams.
Soot covered memories of yesterday's cares.

Blue lies on her horizon.

Gleefully she tosses the leftovers
into the black bag of plastic.
Hiding the stuff of her once
doomed materialistic life.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Du,

You are so wonderful, you shame me.
I really must get busy and get back to my readings on Greek history and mythology - a subject with it's own unique fascination.

Thanks for the brief lesson.

THANKS LEON,

Du deserves much more praise for the indepth work she does here, my personal decoder ring <grin> I asked for a poem deciphered and this was graciasly posted to aid in the meaning of a poem in Blue Collar Poets ...left by a black collar poet ...or white panty...hehehe charley's poem...thanks charley, great tasting tuna, and another grand thanks to Du for the enlightenment...Du is a poetic treasure very much over looked here and I feel it is because she is not anal about being a critic. <grin> thanks Du...thanks leon

 

[My Erotic Tale]

a moment of silence for 911

The Price of Stuff

A quiet morn soaked in the now of living,
She sits waiting for dollar bearing divers,
to rummage through pieces of her soul
offering up the sacrificial green paper
with eyes calling to possess more
than what lies in their hands.

Coffee gulped with lo mein noodles
nourishing her morning cravings.
She looks about wondering what crazed need
had once possessed her soul.

Items littered across dew drenched September grass,
Pockets of tears glisten across things she had to have.
Just stuff that did not fill the needs.

Books, candles, crockery of sorts,
Too many chairs,
their mission to gather dust
sitting empty in the corners of her cage.
Paper, pens, garden tools and fabric,
muffling the screams of a soul,
lost in the stuff.

Bulky chains of materialistic conformity,
a thousand tiny voices of family and friends
echoed through each article that glistens in the morning sun.
Grow roots, collect more, forget the dreams that haunt.
Conform to our desires, and be normal.
Here get more stuff it will soothe your soul!

The date slowly sinks into her thoughts,
9/11
Images of fire, body parts, falling buildings,
thick dust clogging the minds of innocents,
fear, hate and despair.
A solitary child stands screaming lost in the mists of terror.
She questions life and what is really important?
She knows now the truth.

Slowly,
her essence once
rotted
buried
under
crock pots,
coffee makers
sweaters
dresses
coffee tables
rocking chairs
and cheap pottery.
Rises with the sun,
burning the tears from the surface.

A diver comes up with lust in their hands,
a moose hat and a quarter
She laughs, at the gesture
replying
Its yours! No charge!

Freedom has costs, she has learned from the pain.
Anger and bitterness swirl in the heads of
one's who swore their devotion through
family bonds of love and blood.
Brittle eggshell of conformity,
smashed and lying on the past's path.
A gray life they cursed her with,
now shattered along with the family ties.

Blood in her past,
scattered across broken china and empty bottles.
Stained linens, used towels and hopeless dreams.
Soot covered memories of yesterday's cares.

Blue lies on her horizon.

Gleefully she tosses the leftovers
into the black bag of plastic.
Hiding the stuff of her once
doomed materialistic life.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

some where between here and there
is a realm that is shred
by the dead and by those alive
where Mystic Lake resides
as a portal between two worlds
where the wind blows and twirls
a moves lightly the mystique fog
shrouding reality from US all

 

[Jennifer C]

The foreboding sky rusts mildly
singing with copppered impulse
and squealing with delight.
Whilst silvery winter kneels
sparkling,
when nature dances with righteousness.
The still lake pastes irrepresible patchwork ,
birds race in flocks
and songbirds sing to the morning.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

in copperhead coils
a cauldron brew
that which is not
will be the undoing of you

it is not the shadow
that hides the truth
but the eyes that see
what the brew can Du

 

[Jennifer C]

An enraptured spring morn' rises frostily
frowning in sequined humility
and bragging gently in satisfaction.
Cold Winter cavorts playfully
in shades of time,
and daylight retires with presence.
The Autumn sun cries in green tinctures ,
that call to me
and the night goes quiet.

 

[champagne1982]

This sign speaks for itself, as those born under its influence often do.

found another place

 

[bluerains]

The Lady of the Lake
...................................................................................
The Tradition: The Lady of the Lake was the foster-mother of Sir Lancelot and raised him beneath the murky waters of her Lake. She is, however, best known for her presentation to King Arthur of his magical sword Excalibur, through the intervention of the King's druidic advisor, Merlin (Myrddin) who was constantly worried that his monarch would fall in battle.

Merlin had met the Lady at the Fountain of Barenton (Brittany) and fallen so deeply in love with her that he agreed to teach her all his mystical powers. The lady became Merlin's scribe, who recorded his prophecies, as well as his lover. Unfortunately however, over the years, the Lady became so powerful that her magical skills outshone even her teacher and she imprisoned him in Glass Tower (or similar dungeon). To some extent she stepped into Merlin's role at King Arthur's side, but the old man's removal contributed considerably to the great monarch's downfall. The Lady of the Lake was eventually obliged to reclaim her sword when Arthur was fatally wounded at the Battle of Camlann and Excalibur was hurled back to misty waters. She was later one of the three Queens who escorted the King to Avalon.



Her Name: The Lady of the Lake is usually referred to by various spellings of the names Nimue or Vivienne. Nimue is thought to be related to Mneme, the shortened form of Mnemosyne, one of the nine water-nymph Muses of Roman and Greek Mythology who gave weapons, not unlike Arthur's sword, to the heroic Perseus. Vivienne betrays the Lady's Celtic form, for "Vi-Vianna" probably derives from "Co-Vianna", a variant of the widespread Celtic water-goddess, Coventina. Remembering Latin pronunciation, this name probably relates to Merlin's original partner in early poetry, his wife Gwendoloena. Thus Gw-end(-ol)-oena = Cov-ent-ina. There have also been attempts to show Vivienne as a corrupt form of Diana or Rhiannon. Though possible, these theories seem unlikely.

Ancient Origins: Water deities were extremely popular with Celtic Society for they controlled the essential essence of life itself. The spontaneous movement of springs, rivers and lakes clearly showed the supernatural powers of the goddesses who lived within; and offerings at such aquatic features were commonplace, especially of weapons and other valuables. The practice continues today at wishing wells across the country, and the Lady of the Lake is remembered as "Lady Luck"!

Her names clearly reveal this Lady to have been the Celtic Water-Goddess Coventina (presumably identified by the Romans with their Mnemosyne). This lady was worshipped throughout the Western Roman Empire, in Britain, the Narbonne area of Gaul and North-Western Iberia too. She is most celebrated for her shrine at Brocolitia (Carrawburgh) on Hadrian's Wall. Here a quadrangular temple surrounded a central pool fed by a sacred spring. Coin, jewellery and small bronze figurine offerings have been excavated as well as numerous altars dedicated by the local soldiers.

Since the Lady of the Lake's place as Merlin's student and lover was largely overtaken by Morgan Le Fay, a lady whose very name in Breton indicates a water-nymph, it seems that the two were aspects of the same character. Indeed, as both appear among the three queens who escort Arthur to Avalon, she no doubt had a third aspect making up the well-known theme of a Celtic Triple-Goddess.

Merlin




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