The Enchanted Cottage

[Erotica_Writings]

good morning readers

 

[Thian]

good morning readers

Good morning beautiful. I hope the morning finds you as well as you are sexy.

 

[Erotica_Writings]

Good morning beautiful. I hope the morning finds you as well as you are sexy.

Thank you sweet man

 

[WyldBreeze]

The Ancient Quill’s Knowledge

.

Folklore left on The Path Of Tears
scattered across this nation
It takes a “Bear’s” strength to compose
the words that form in my head
.
Outside the Owl’s bring wisdom and knowledge
That is seen within the vision quest
Seeking images from the past
to lay his soul to rest
.
The Spirit Bear circles secretly
watching the gathering of stories of old
Of illusions with sparks igniting
a new fire absorbing his spirit
.
Across the ages came a message
of bountiful countries of the past taken
promises of peace that didn't last
left me ostensibly shaken
.
Bear’s spirit is all who have gone before him
Of the ancient spirits available to him
He gathered the fiery embers of ancient spirits
to give meaning to their tales
.
One feather quill from the wings of an Owl
dipped in the droplets of blood
To scribe the ink so it is known
that the past is never over
just needing to be told
.
A trail to return to a place of peace
moccasin footprints on the foothills
He searches to discovery the right words
within this ancient quill’s knowledge

Outstanding as usual, {{{{{Bear}}}} I hope your back starts feeling better, hun. *sends comforting thoughts and prayers your way*

 

[WyldBreeze]

Again so touching.....heartfelt.....

Thank you, lovely lady, for the kind words. {{{{Cats}}}} It's good to see you again.

 

[Thian]

Wolf Spirit.

In a long night’s trek, I hunted.
Dreaming of the paths end.
In a dark night of wanting, I searched.
Looking for the one thing I desired.
After an eternity I lay down. Alone and confused.
No answering howls of my sisters and brothers.
No tracks or odors to follow home.
No clan to beckon me. No pups to play the old games.
I lay there for an eternity watching as the world changed about me.
Longhouses long since replaced with ones of cold stone.
Familiar paths covered in hard a black shell.
I watched as the land slowly eroded and passed into nothingness.
Of the soulless people that this strange world spawned in the millions.
I cried.
Not in the voice of my pack,
But in the voice of a spirit no longer seen or heeded.
At long last no longer able to bear the pain, I stood.
Padding down a long, dark, filth-cluttered path,
I passed empty homes and death-filled streets.
And I cried tears of despair.
Till at last I too was but a memory.
A memory of times past and dreams forgotten.
A time to be reborn perhaps, in this world of forgotten dreams.


DNE

 

[Thian]

Wolf Spirit.

In a long night’s trek, I hunted.
Dreaming of the paths end.
In a dark night of wanting, I searched.
Looking for the one thing I desired.
After an eternity I lay down. Alone and confused.
No answering howls of my sisters and brothers.
No tracks or odors to follow home.
No clan to beckon me. No pups to play the old games.
I lay there for an eternity watching as the world changed about me.
Longhouses long since replaced with ones of cold stone.
Familiar paths covered in hard a black shell.
I watched as the land slowly eroded and passed into nothingness.
Of the soulless people that this strange world spawned in the millions.
I cried.
Not in the voice of my pack,
But in the voice of a spirit no longer seen or heeded.
At long last no longer able to bear the pain, I stood.
Padding down a long, dark, filth-cluttered path,
I passed empty homes and death-filled streets.
And I cried tears of despair.
Till at last I too was but a memory.
A memory of times past and dreams forgotten.
A time to be reborn perhaps, in this world of forgotten dreams.


DNE

*Bows and fades slowly into the shadows of wishs and forgotten dreams*

 

[catsr2wild]

Thank you, lovely lady, for the kind words. {{{{Cats}}}} It's good to see you again.

Oh I'm around......

 

[catsr2wild]

Wolf Spirit.

In a long night’s trek, I hunted.
Dreaming of the paths end.
In a dark night of wanting, I searched.
Looking for the one thing I desired.
After an eternity I lay down. Alone and confused.
No answering howls of my sisters and brothers.
No tracks or odors to follow home.
No clan to beckon me. No pups to play the old games.
I lay there for an eternity watching as the world changed about me.
Longhouses long since replaced with ones of cold stone.
Familiar paths covered in hard a black shell.
I watched as the land slowly eroded and passed into nothingness.
Of the soulless people that this strange world spawned in the millions.
I cried.
Not in the voice of my pack,
But in the voice of a spirit no longer seen or heeded.
At long last no longer able to bear the pain, I stood.
Padding down a long, dark, filth-cluttered path,
I passed empty homes and death-filled streets.
And I cried tears of despair.
Till at last I too was but a memory.
A memory of times past and dreams forgotten.
A time to be reborn perhaps, in this world of forgotten dreams.


DNE

Very good hon.....soul gripping

 

[WyldBreeze]

Wolf Spirit.

In a long night’s trek, I hunted.
Dreaming of the paths end.
In a dark night of wanting, I searched.
Looking for the one thing I desired.
After an eternity I lay down. Alone and confused.
No answering howls of my sisters and brothers.
No tracks or odors to follow home.
No clan to beckon me. No pups to play the old games.
I lay there for an eternity watching as the world changed about me.
Longhouses long since replaced with ones of cold stone.
Familiar paths covered in hard a black shell.
I watched as the land slowly eroded and passed into nothingness.
Of the soulless people that this strange world spawned in the millions.
I cried.
Not in the voice of my pack,
But in the voice of a spirit no longer seen or heeded.
At long last no longer able to bear the pain, I stood.
Padding down a long, dark, filth-cluttered path,
I passed empty homes and death-filled streets.
And I cried tears of despair.
Till at last I too was but a memory.
A memory of times past and dreams forgotten.
A time to be reborn perhaps, in this world of forgotten dreams.


DNE

Very haunting, Thian......loved it.

 

[WyldBreeze]

Oh I'm around......

And I'm happy to hear that.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

The Ancient Quill’s Knowledge

.

Folklore left on The Path Of Tears
Scattered across this nation
It takes a “Bear’s” strength to compose
The words that form in my head
.
Outside the Owls bring wisdom and knowledge
That is seen within the vision quest
Seeking images from the past
To lay his soul to rest
.
The Spirit Bear circles secretly
Watching the gathering of stories of old
Of illusions with sparks igniting
A new fire absorbing his spirit
.
Across the ages came a message
Of bountiful countries of the past taken
Promises of peace that didn't last
Left me ostensibly shaken
.
Bear’s spirit is all who have gone before him
Of the ancient spirits available to him
He gathered the fiery embers of ancient spirits
To give meaning to their tales
.
One feather quill from the wings of an Owl
Dipped in the droplets of blood
To scribe the ink so it is known
That the past is never over
Just needing to be told
.
A trail to return to a place of peace
Moccasin footprints on the foothills
He searches to discovery the right words
Within this ancient quill’s knowledge​

​

~ My Dearest Bear ~
You have, indeed, found your genre - your life's blood if you will. For each poem - that becomes part of your Native American series - is more filled with the 'Spirits' of those who have trod The Trail of Tears - and lost their lives along it - than the poem before (if that is at all possible).

~ You have touched that hidden spirit that lies in all of us - and set it free - to soar in the heavens - with the Spirits of our ancestors - and to know the Great Spirit.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

Wolf Spirit

In a long night’s trek, I hunted.
Dreaming of the paths end.
In a dark night of wanting, I searched.
Looking for the one thing I desired.
After an eternity I lay down. Alone and confused.
No answering howls of my sisters and brothers.
No tracks or odors to follow home.
No clan to beckon me. No pups to play the old games.
I lay there for an eternity watching as the world changed about me.
Log houses long since replaced with ones of cold stone.
Familiar paths covered in hard a black shell.
I watched as the land slowly eroded and passed into nothingness.
Of the soulless people that this strange world spawned in the millions.
I cried.
Not in the voice of my pack,
But in the voice of a spirit no longer seen or heeded.
At long last no longer able to bear the pain, I stood.
Padding down a long, dark, filth-cluttered path,
I passed empty homes and death-filled streets.
And I cried tears of despair.
Till at last I too was but a memory.
A memory of times past and dreams forgotten.
A time to be reborn perhaps, in this world of forgotten dreams.


DNE

~ Thian ~
This is truly a lovely piece and it's as if one, if they really listen, can hear the Spirit of the long-gone Wolf speaking. I live in the Southwest, and out here the Wolf is called Lobo. It means "Lone".

I love the way you have woven the 'family' of the pack - and its disappearance over time - into this lovely work. Your haunting words are filled with a magnetic pull - to see the Spirit of the Wolf - slowly fade - until he - and all that he knew of old -

are just but a memory of time.


Thank you, yet again, for another lovely work -

 

[Erotica_Writings]

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[biggbear8]

White Dove’s Quest for Ancient Visions
~~~~~~~>

As White Dove enters on
Her greatest journey of life
with the advise of the wisdom-winged owl’s spirit
~~~~~>

Ancient Souls chant
Their Echoes of a Vision Quest
May Peace rest at her feet
~~~~~~~>

The Spirit Wolf protects
The coming of great enlightenment
It’s Lone voice howls in moonlight
~~~~~>

Spirit Bear joins in the quest
As the Sacred circle swells with pride
Legends dance around the bonfire
~~~~~~~>

The Majestic Eagle’s shadows shone in the full moon
Soaring into the flight of the nocturnal hunt
Slowly the Sun breaks the morning sky
~~~~~>

As the glowing embers drift from the
Campfire’s circled gathering
Peacefully seeking White Doves journey
~~~~~~~~>

 

[biggbear8]

Walking into the cottage I notice that Victoria has left me a comment on one of my poems . wow what a very wonderful comment I think to myself then I walk over to her desk and place three tiger orchids in a waterford crystal vase with a note of thanks. on top of the note I place one white rose that I kissed the middle petals and put back into an upright position. thank you my sweet beautiful Victoria .

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ Victoria }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

 

[biggbear8]

Outstanding as usual, {{{{{Bear}}}} I hope your back starts feeling better, hun. *sends comforting thoughts and prayers your way*

thank you so much Wyldbreeze. my back is going to take sometime to heal thank you again for the comforting wishes

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ WYLD }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
a soft kiss to the side of your neck

 

[Thian]

Wind Dancers

Soft red light of a rising sun
causes light to dance on the shifting surface of freedom's joy.
Clouds gently touched and touching a body meant for flight.
Softened hues of desert sands
reflecting rainbow clusters as a heart free covers miles in a wink.
White feathers ruffle as he awaits his mate's arriving.
Cries of a Wind Dancer pierce the early morning light,
his heart's return is sent as he too launches into the open air.
Two dancers of nature. Aerial artists of loves might.
No fears to mar the joy of the other's company as they dance to life.
No worries as they travel over the open vistas in released passions.
They grip one another in talons meant to rip prey,
yet so gently as to not disturb the softest of down.
Toward the earth they plummet, locked in a seeming death spiral,
Only to part at the last instant and
climb back toward the heavens they call home.
Two fierce hearts beating in a rhythm older than man.
These Wind Dancers of the early morning light.

 

[biggbear8]

The Indian nation’s Calling
.
The fiery embers dance tonight and the winds are whispering
Spirits from past lives enter the sacred circle
Leading me back and forth through the history of an Indian nation
The mind seeks ancient knowledge as the spirits dance
.
The drums...synchronized to the heartbeat
Memories of long ago brings wisdom to the future
I hear the winds whispering around my sweat lodge dreams
I see the “BEAR” my spirit guide
.
He shows me the ancestors, not mine
They are not Dakota, or Souix, or Iroquois
But they are as one nation
Speaking of wisdom to shared by all
.
Yesterdays create today’s with promises of tomorrow
The ancient spirits chants in hopes of keeping the nations alive
by passing down the traditions, dances and stories
to the their young braves and squaws.

 

[biggbear8]

A Journey of Tears
.

They looked at the long road behind them
Their hearts are heavy with their people’s sorrow
Tears of grief wept - for all that they have lost
As they journeyed farther from their birth-land
On a Path of Tears
.
Moon after moon and sun after sun
The tribe are fewer with each rising sun
Disease and starvation take their toll
And though they suffer they still march on…
On a Road of Tears
.
They watched their old weaken and fall
Upon the road like so many before them
With tears in their eyes they hold the elders
And in their arms till their last breathe
On the Trail of Tears
.
Moon after Moon and day after day
Some marched to a land promised for all time
But the elders know that they can’t go on
Knowing that is a land that They’ll never behold
A long the journey of Tears
.
As the elders body falls to enfold the earth
The Ancient’s spirit soar to welcome the sky
With a dying breath they’re finally set free
So their kindred spirits can journey to the promised land
As clouds of Teardrops

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

Erotica ©


Erotica -
Goddess of the night
Takes hold your fevered dream
For loving her as night time falls
Is intense and so extreme

As liquid passion fills him
And he feels her tender touch
Her fingers dance around his heat
Until it becomes too much

Sweet Erotica,
Goddess of his dream
He's known you all his years
Tranquility is his restful fare
As you ease his muffled tears

Your breast is warm upon his chest
Your tender lips like wine
A rhythm of enchanted love
His fantasy divine

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/judi_87110/refinederotica.jpg​

Your movements are purely erotic
Your eyes sparkle like liquid love
And wash over him in heated lust
As you hover from above

The night is still, save for your dance
A rocking motion oh-so-sweet
You sigh and moan, you speak his name
As you both become complete

His sweet Erotica -
His Goddess dream
You've sated him just right
He'll see you when tomorrow comes
His Goddess of the night​

 

[Shreik]

I pray this finds everyone, having a great one

 

[biggbear8]

Erotica ©


Erotica -
Goddess of the night
Takes hold your fevered dream
For loving her as night time falls
Is intense and so extreme

As liquid passion fills him
And he feels her tender touch
Her fingers dance around his heat
Until it becomes too much

Sweet Erotica,
Goddess of his dream
He's known you all his years
Tranquility is his restful fare
As you ease his muffled tears

Your breast is warm upon his chest
Your tender lips like wine
A rhythm of enchanted love
His fantasy divine

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/judi_87110/refinederotica.jpg​

Your movements are purely erotic
Your eyes sparkle like liquid love
And wash over him in heated lust
As you hover from above

The night is still, save for your dance
A rocking motion oh-so-sweet
You sigh and moan, you speak his name
As you both become complete

His sweet Erotica -
His Goddess dream
You've sated him just right
He'll see you when tomorrow comes
His Goddess of the night​

beautiful Victoria

 

[Erotica_Writings]

You brat you made me cry...Thank you very much sweet sis I do you.

Erotica ©


Erotica -
Goddess of the night
Takes hold your fevered dream
For loving her as night time falls
Is intense and so extreme

As liquid passion fills him
And he feels her tender touch
Her fingers dance around his heat
Until it becomes too much

Sweet Erotica,
Goddess of his dream
He's known you all his years
Tranquility is his restful fare
As you ease his muffled tears

Your breast is warm upon his chest
Your tender lips like wine
A rhythm of enchanted love
His fantasy divine

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/judi_87110/refinederotica.jpg​

Your movements are purely erotic
Your eyes sparkle like liquid love
And wash over him in heated lust
As you hover from above

The night is still, save for your dance
A rocking motion oh-so-sweet
You sigh and moan, you speak his name
As you both become complete

His sweet Erotica -
His Goddess dream
You've sated him just right
He'll see you when tomorrow comes
His Goddess of the night​

 

[Erotica_Writings]

wow

To all the writers your words are so beautiful and filled with passionate grace.