Metaphysical Poets Corner

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Ahh… the metaphysical poets corner
allow your literary knowledge to be broader.

With the modern poets of rhythm and rhyme
touch upon these visions sublime.


Hold your head up tall
with the mad poets of the fall.
And listen to the freedom call
of the female poets of the fall.

Delve into our free inspirational poetry online,
there is no longer a reason to pine


See the tarot symbols dance and twirl,
As new meanings and understanding unfurl…


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Modern Poets Of Rhythm

A Metaphysical Poets Initiative



Rituals of Africa

The stars are out
The moon is open,
The masks are speaking through hidden eyes
The night of rituals is beginning.
The look of doubt
Performers coping,
Old masks speaking truths so wise
Small children’s voices chant their singing.

Drums echo through Mother Earth and God’s skies
The wind picks up above bushman’s cries,
The fire alit and spitting generous flames of initiation
The waterfall circle pours loudly over the nation.
The moon is full and the stars are shining
The first man begins his speech to clockwork timing,
The sense of apprehension and mystery in the eyes of the village
The red wine is opened with caution and drunk from the cup without spillage.

The women and men forming patterns on the sand
The shadows of majestic beings holding out their hands,
The wine is passed and sipped elegantly out of each palm
The anxiety quietens and the tradition begins in a breath of calm.
I stand and watch the spectacle from below
My eyes glistening as I watch the initiation unfold and grow.

Be mighty village men and women alike
Children come forward and begin your righteous fight,
Be welcomed into the new year of season
Know yourselves and fulfill your reason.
Smile and take your stand
For you have carved your footprint on your earth, on your sand,

Let it begin and never end
For rituals are repeated, adapted
Your ritual is your village friend.
Let the drums strike louder
Let the fire spit its passion right out,
Let the water embrace and hold you
Let your love and commitment outshine any shadow of doubt.

Be still within
From this moment forth the ritual can begin.


A Poem with Love
by Deidre Le Patourel
One of the Simple Life Metaphysical Poets

All Poems Copyright © 2008 Deidre Le Patourel and Adventure Learning Initiatives
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Mad Poets of the Fall

A Metaphysical Poets Initiative



We Africa

We broken children
of a dying mother
We who feel her
rape within ourselves
We of all skins
we brothers, we sisters
whose hands shake
and whose hearts weep
begging for mercy,
for sustenance and
for freedom.


She who gave her children
for your wealth
she who bore me pale
so that I may know privelege
she who is brutal
because she has only known your
brutality
She seeks mercy,
she desires to feed her children
and to see them free.

We africa
we that are separate
we seek salvation in unity
we beg mercy for our mother
who is mother to you all.


A Poem of Hope
by Daniel Bernberg
One of the Simple Life Metaphysical Poets

All Poems Copyright © 2008 Daniel Bernberg and Adventure Learning Initiatives
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Gifts of the Goddess

I am the Goddess

Filled with light

That draws To itself

All that would be Nurtured

All that would be Freed.

 

Give me your hand

So that I might

Lift you up

To where you can see

Where you stand.


Give me your voice

So that you may

Sing your song

With the joy of one

Singing on the day of

Creation.


Let me grant you

The gift of forever

Stepping through

The veil of obscurity

Into timelessness

And wonder

And life.


A poem of beauty

by Michael Corcoran

One of the Simple Life Metaphysical Poets


  All Poems Copyright © 2008 Michael Corcoran

and Adventure Learning Initiatives

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an Ode to the Sorcerer

He always has it -
The look of far away.

Don’t get it wrong
He is here -

But his eyes draw him
Draw him, where?

He does his work
With abandon free.

He talks, he smiles,
He walks with me

But his eyes -
His eyes shine.
I looked in the mirror
They aren’t like mine.

What does he see,
His eyes I mean?

When others talk
He seems to dream;

They talk of weather/ violence/ politic
He smiles at mundane rhetoric.

I know he knows…
But what?

I want it
The vision he’s got

I told him so
He look at me -

Those eyes into mine,
What does he see?

All ya gotta do,
Is Be.


With love and glinting eyes
jOHNNY fERREIRA
One of the Simple Life Metaphysical Poets

All Poems Copyright © 2008 jOHNNY fERREIRA and Adventure Learning Initiatives
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bird of freedom

i stood on the knife-edge
an intoxicating vista
a desolation wilderness

the shadowbird with implacable eyes
moved over gliding landed
i became a veil in a whirlwind

your words make me soar
to the sun
catch a solar wind
glide around
fingertips trailing moondust
roaring into the atmosphere
and gently landing in your arms

i am dying little deaths
as i spiral into a void
dying to everything
i hear your voice echo
across time like butterflies
touching here and there


a poem of freedom
by Louis Franco
One of the Simple Life Cavalier Poets

All Poems Copyright © 2008 Louis Franco and Adventure Learning Initiatives
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Metaphysical Poets Corner

Female Poets of the Fall



SLAVES TO TIME

Rules and regulations!
Why do we fill our minds?
Can’t do this and must do that,
The tragedy of our times

Constantly watching the clock
We rush and rant and rave
From pillar to post we’re buffeted
From cradle to the grave

Chasing elusive butterflies
We crave that pie in the sky
Hamsters on a treadmill
But never asking why?

We’re bred for chains of captivity
To do as we are told
Obedient little servants
As down the line we’re sold

Useful, serviceable, we function
Never questioning the ruse
That got us there in the first place
And lost our chance to choose

Occasionally we look at time
And wonder where it went?
But seldom do we pause for thought
Until we’re almost spent

And when that sudden illness
Puts paid to dreams of glory
Or we lose a precious loved one
In the middle of our story

Too late we hear the Piper
That calls us to our Death
Whilst in our wake, abandoned dreams
Lie rotting on our breath

The mystery of this gift of life
A crown of precious jewels
We didn’t bother to explore
Whilst following the rules

This moment NOW is all we have
To drink from life’s deep well
Waste not a precious moment more
Or you’ll have no tale to tell


With love
Ruby De Vere
One of the Simple Life Metaphysical Poets

All Poems Copyright © 2008 Rudy de Vere and Adventure Learning Initiatives
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Talking

My mind has been busy
for a long time,
busy with distractions,
busy with fear,
busy with wanting,
busy with talking,
busy with restlessness
and longing for things
I’m told I should have,
want, need at all costs,
costs to me, costs to soul,
costs to them, us, you,
country, world, universe.

I longed for silence,
but silence is an absence,
it is nothing and there is
nothing to fill the space between,
the space between the between, the gap,
the hole, the body that is me
that I don’t want to see.

And slowly the glimmer of the whole,
the all, the connection, the being,
the moment, the lifetime,
the lifetimes, the journeys,
the heart, the love.

My mind is no longer busy,
It’s no longer silent,
it has found its twin,
the heart
and they talk all the time.


A Poem with Love
by Colette Aikman
One of the Simple Life Metaphysical Poets

All Poems Copyright © 2008 Colette Aikman and Adventure Learning Initiatives
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that moment

I am seven years old and visiting my grandparent's home. They live in a small
village called Greylingstad. Their house sits on the top of a
hill and in front
of their garden wall there is a large open veldt covered with wild flowers.

I have great fun running full-tilt down this hill jumping over the
flowerblooms and at this age it feels as if I am soaring at least
six feet over
these plants.

As I fly over a yellow flower something makes me look down and
I then
experience my first metaphysical moment - a moment of such awe and wonderment
that even today when I am almost 70 years old, I can still very clearly remember
that moment!

Sitting on that yellow flower is a fluffy yellow spider which may have been
small but in relation to me then, it looks huge. What enchants me is its
ability to blend so beautifully with the flower - to be so in tune with its
world - to have the ability to be an extension of the flower and the rest of
nature.

Today I feel grateful for that moment because I believe that is where my
yearning to go on this journey into the esoteric world and experience all the
wonders that are on offer, started.


A life journey poem
by Reyna
One of the Simple Life Metaphysical Poets

All Poems Copyright © 2008 Reyna and Adventure Learning InitiativesLearning Initiatives
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Inspirational Poetry Online

A Metaphysical Poets Initiative



Exploration...

' I learnt how to kayak today, from a shoreline out to a foreign Island land
I became in tune with something, a universal stillness ~
Both in the water, immersed in African sand

' I kayaked out for over an hour each way,
A new discovery ~ a new adventure in my day!
En route I found a beach land, isolated and not yet owned by the human pocket…
Others I glimpsed diving and splashing playfully in serene waters still…
I learnt the value of life being here, and the canvas being there, but not –
For the universe already exists; it works with us always,
Even when it has been forgot!

' I swam like a dolphin, free of fear and free of pride,
I learnt how to kayak today ~upon each ripple I moved the oar and worked with it side by side.
I visited the Island today ~ full of birds, arid grounds and waters blue,
I stood on a mountaintop and heard whispers, whispers from my heart ringing universally true!

‘ Time melted as I worked every muscle in my tanning arms,
Worries subsided, as each breath was a breath of calm.
And when I stopped and listened to the eagles of the sun,
I knew it was all me, that my journey had just begun.

‘ And as I felt myself being re-born,
I knew my life had become a result of every rose and every thorn –
And yet I planted each rose, and yet I created each thorn,
So in between this paradox I realized my heart was torn.

‘ When every other ‘out there’ replaces their dreams with daily chores…
When all of ‘out there’ comments on your life to protect what they have not yet achieved,
When all of ‘out there’ gave up true fulfillment and ran into greed…’
When ‘out there’ takes over what I only know for me,
When ‘out there’ tries to change my life so we are both no longer free…

‘ When each face you come across advises your steps along your own path,
When you give into how you would be best –
Only to stumble upon what should and shan’t be ~
The fight between the head and the pulsing human heart.

‘ I learnt how to kayak today and I knew it was just me ~
I learnt how to love again,
That I am really free.
I learnt that within this freedom I can claim what is mine,
I learnt that I am not alone, that I work with the silent laws ~
That freedom does not operate in a space of time.

‘ I saw each fisherman as a soul living here on earth,
Instances of racism dissolved as I felt the power of the Mother giving birth!
And with each wave and smile I shared,
I learnt how to kayak, how to be with me within me, within it all
And to not be scared..!’


A Poem with Love and Treasure Adventure Spirit
by Deidre Le Patourel
One of the Simple Life Metaphysical Poets

All Poems Copyright © 2008 Deidre Le Patourel and Adventure Learning Initiatives
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Tarot Card Interpretation Poems

As Expressed through Poetry

There is mystery, magic and power in the Tarot and there are miracles. If you will allow it. The tarot is a tool you can use to touch the mysteriousness and magic of our existence here on earth. With it you can work miracles in your life. But the cards are only a tool. If you open yourself to what they are telling you, and if you are prepared to act on what you discover, then the possibilities are unlimited.

Extract from Walking on Air by Michael Corcoran



The Lovers

Angelic wings bring harmony
And sunlight fills your world
And hand in hand
Your woman and man
Create what you desire.

From Eden’s perfumed
Fruitful grove
You were once cast out
But now you see
That the apple tree
Is yours to have
With all its
Sacred wisdom.

Let the corporeal world
Be the mirror of your soul
And blend conflicting elements
With the angel’s guiding hand
To make a world
Of peace and truth
Where you may dwell in love.


A Poem of magic and mystery
by Michael Corcoran
One of the Simple Life Metaphysical Poets

All Poems Copyright © 2008 Michael Corcoran and Adventure Learning Initiatives
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Tarot Symbols

A Metaphysical Poets Initiative


Tarot Card Meanings: Our Inner Realms

Beyond the physical is a world we can only reach through our contact with our inner realms. There are many ways of achieving this. Throughout history, and beyond, human beings have created many paths to this inner reality. The Tarot is one of these.

Extract from Walking on Air by Michael Corcoran



Knight of Swords


Oh! Go forward
With all the passion
Of one lusting for battle.
Seize the moment
In swift footed joy.
Allow yourself to embrace
Danger, pain, death
Victory and pleasure
With the enthusiasm
Of a child rejoicing
In the sparkling waters
Of a new found ocean.
Take up your sword
And challenge the morning.
Give it the battle cry
“Life, love, freedom”!


A Poem of magic and mystery
by Michael Corcoran
One of the Simple Life Metaphysical Poets

All Poems Copyright © 2008 Michael Corcoran and Adventure Learning Initiatives
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