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    Broken Soul, I promise
    Joey Morris
    • Jun 15, 2019
    • 1 min

    Broken Soul, I promise

    art - Natalia Drepina Beautiful soul who sits on the ledge, Their voice cracked at what they need to express, But feel the icy grip terrorize their throat, Wondering if they name that shame, That burdens their entire being, Causing flooding and earthquakes at a soul level, Will be too much for someone else to hear, to accept. When everyone has taught you that the only safety Is in complete silence And disregard for your pain, How do you find your mettle, and tear op
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    Shadow Priestess
    Joey Morris
    • Jun 15, 2019
    • 1 min

    Shadow Priestess

    art - kindranikolephotography Shadow priestess, Walking that space where liminality weaves, Lighting candles from the pain in your knees, You have bent, you have crawled, you have run the gauntlet... And in so doing set fire ablaze from every graze, Follow me, let me lead, I’ve been that way, I know that need. When your heart is broken in places, I shift between all Witch faces. Priestess golden, shining, bleeding, poking the shadow in you too, That becomes a space unfet
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    Ocean Seed
    Joey Morris
    • Sep 20, 2018
    • 1 min

    Ocean Seed

    I feel as though flotsam Run ragged on the ocean I have travelled far in search Of something deep and buried They speak of sirens ache Upon the shore so lulling I tip into the waves and sigh A torn white sail around my heart Was once airborn and waving Now a shroud of longing What does it mean to be sworn to sea A promise of names sake written In ink in the lines of my skin Wrinkles wink at the past as I float A maiden of sand that is slipping Can I breathe
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    Pagan Poetry - Tiamat calls the Primal Woman
    Joey Morris
    • May 14, 2018
    • 1 min

    Pagan Poetry - Tiamat calls the Primal Woman

    photography - Michael Germosén Primal Woman, I call to you And speak of spitting fire and Ocean tide Swallowed whole by a passion of being And unbecoming The lines in the dark blur into memory Timeless and ageless as salt bought yearning Teeth chatter and chomp through the pages of history Gnashing at an ode to freedom Something in our loins Mystery is not the unknowing But the unlearning of a half measured truth Matted in animal fur and war wounds Spears held tight
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    Woman of Dirt and Bone
    Joey Morris
    • Apr 11, 2018
    • 1 min

    Woman of Dirt and Bone

    Image original - struggled.by sollenafotografie Woman You rose up From dirt and earthiness You were not Conceived by the stars To shrink into nothingness Show me your scars The bruises of spirit that Mark who you are Scream from the places That you don't show Mapped on the inside Hear me when I tell you A thousand times On a thousand shores I will break these chains As I did once before You will not shackle us again Remember The grit of who you are The lines marked i
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    Valkyrie
    Joey Morris
    • Apr 5, 2018
    • 1 min

    Valkyrie

    image original -Jojopostfashion "Singing to the lost That is the thing I am not a shining beacon I do not guide Thudding of blackened wings foretelling Death Blood weaving entrails Blood soaked prophetic weaving, What entails within those entrails? A savage lust, You would demote us, sanitize us, Saw down our vicious edges, Battle stance to nothing - a lovers grip? We are Befallen We are Fate and Death We are the bone jaw snapping closed A heavy gurgle of mans la
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    River Witch
    Joey Morris
    • Mar 21, 2018
    • 1 min

    River Witch

    image - TJDrysdale River Witch I found my soul down by the river side Where the bank broke down And the old world sighed It’s tangled up within weeds and turf The song of water waking With the Surf I delved in deep before I knew Asking questions By floating sticks of Yew Fixing lanterns to reed staves Marking out all the Once forgotten graves I parted mist and I borrowed time Watching fireflies dancing At a moss clad shrine Humming songs that the wind brought
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    Pagan Poetry - The Cailleach
    Joey Morris
    • Dec 14, 2017
    • 1 min

    Pagan Poetry - The Cailleach

    The Cailleach “Bloody teeth and wizened fingertips, a Holy unholy sight, hobbling and hopping across the border, Alight and brazen, aching to be something Other, Older, Wiser, Starting once again, In the bowels of the Earth in the depths of Winter but never lifeless, not even in Death, Mad with knowledge, empty vessels poured out on the naked land, renewed. Everything is beyond the grasp of the fearful, embody fear instead, and howl, scream out into the night…” – The Cail
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    Badb at Samhain - Guardian of Death
    Joey Morris
    • Oct 30, 2017
    • 1 min

    Badb at Samhain - Guardian of Death

    Image source Memories in dirt trod places An ache of something soul wired Screeching across field and foe The rankling of oppressive chains Ripped and charred Once a story learned by rote No longer spoken but on the wind Only the memories we carry Claws in the darkness, teeth biting, Burn it all to ash and starch the bones Sing to them, sing for them, bleed into them, All those forgotten souls, honourable, wise, less so Death is not a quiet whisper A story is not
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    Pagan Poetry - "Other Eyes"
    Joey Morris
    • Aug 28, 2017
    • 1 min

    Pagan Poetry - "Other Eyes"

    Image – Nadia Maria Photography “Other eyes.” What does it mean to be starry eyed? To have cosmic dust deep in your eyes To peek beyond with void in veil What does it mean to have Other eyes? When the universe speaks energy never lies To watch something darkly beautiful What does it mean to see all is dust? To know what is broken and all turns to rust To see glimpses of eternity in inevitability What does it mean to live as a seer Are the chains just as broken, the cos
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    Pagan Poetry - Warrior in Woad
    Joey Morris
    • Jul 3, 2017
    • 1 min

    Pagan Poetry - Warrior in Woad

    I am Her And She is me The guardian in woad A story screams Across the void Marked in battle lines I hear her scream Guttering The pitch black chord of night I am her and She is me There is no true divide I cross the ocean bruised And weary To speak at fire side The lightning calls As once it did The drums of war unfold I am Her And She is me The warrior in woad – Joanne Morris 2017 all rights reserved #war #woad #warrior #dancer #ancestor #celtic #celt #p
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    Pagan Poetry - Connection
    Joey Morris
    • May 21, 2017
    • 1 min

    Pagan Poetry - Connection

    Image – Olivia Rose Photography All her own work “Blood to the Hedge, Prick of the finger, Lightning in our veins, It’s not wise to linger The Wanderer Held hands with the Shifter Blink And you missed Her Blink And He kissed her…” – Joey Morris 2017 All my own work and design all rights reserved #lightning #connection #po #poet #poetry #poem #power #spirit #spirituality
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    Pagan Poetry - Songs of my Forebears
    Joey Morris
    • May 7, 2017
    • 1 min

    Pagan Poetry - Songs of my Forebears

    Image –by Shi-Nya-Nya The Songs Were like Dust In my Bones Aching Yearning to be released Blood stained fingertips Becoming fingerprints Along the edges Of the Cave wall I bury my heart deep Betwixt the hedgerow A shadow of the Land Beneath my feet I stomp Out the remedy and the rhythm To songs long forgotten That reside On the tip of our tongues These songs Were like dust Rising again from the bones Swirling Rising on the winds Of memory And were tasted R
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    Pagan Poetry – Forging of a Warrior
    Joey Morris
    • May 4, 2017
    • 1 min

    Pagan Poetry – Forging of a Warrior

    Image from Tumblr A thousand waves descended And yet I did not drown Don’t ask me to lie Don’t ever expect me to lie down Warriors are forged And fire is my craft Once you know the secret You can never go back Once they tried to bury me But the earth knows my name And I don’t fit in here I will never be the same I am the howling white wolf My mother is The Crow And if you get a glimpse Then you will never know Don’t expect me to giggle And flirt and flick my
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    Pagan Poetry - Song of the Morrigan
    Joey Morris
    • Apr 23, 2017
    • 1 min

    Pagan Poetry - Song of the Morrigan

    Can’t lie to the seer who dreams in Crow tongue Can’t take back the future when it’s already done Can’t shade the soul whose sound in their core Can’t fool the Goddess She’s been here before. -Joanne Morris all my own work and design, all rights reserved Image from pinterest #po #poet #poetry #poem #power #criw #deathcrow #crow #themorrigan #morrigu #morrigan
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    Pagan Poetry - Witch in the Mist
    Joey Morris
    • Apr 16, 2017
    • 1 min

    Pagan Poetry - Witch in the Mist

    There’s a witch, In this mist, Lighter than air Brow rain kissed. Wolf eyes, Through the haze, Echoes of the mind are your only maze. Can you see? Beyond the screen, To all that ever was And all that’s ever been. – Joanne Morris 2017 All my own work and design all rights reserved #witch #witchcraft #mist #light #air #po #poet #poetry #poem #spirit #spirituality #spiritual
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    Pagan Poetry - Wanderer
    Joey Morris
    • Apr 12, 2017
    • 1 min

    Pagan Poetry - Wanderer

    Photographer Mira Nedyalkova Wanderer Perhaps it is time to go to the sea For there always was too much of the dreamer in me With a heart of sand that was slipping away As I headed deep out into the bay And I stay Singing songs that time once forgot Setting a course that I know I can’t plot And the dreamer she whispers don’t give in But a lifetime of battles I never could win And I stay And the rain kisses my forehead As my feet bleed against the rocky sea bed Jus
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    Pagan Poetry - When Badb came
    Joey Morris
    • Mar 30, 2017
    • 1 min

    Pagan Poetry - When Badb came

    Image – Nemesis by Hollllow And when Badb came for me I knew it was not yet my time But I had screamed for death And She had heard me And with an otherworldy scythe Cleaved me in two And demanded I remember who I was “Sew it up,” She told me “And with every inch of that pain Scream your utmost…” Badb had given me a voice And I remembered how much I was alive Even when it tore me to pieces. J.Morris 2015 #goddessbadb #badb #darkgoddess #goddess #po #poet #poetry #p
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    Pagan Poetry - Woodland Maiden
    Joey Morris
    • Mar 22, 2017
    • 1 min

    Pagan Poetry - Woodland Maiden

    “In the Spring Kissed Woodland Dances bare a Maid Young and pure and lovely Strong and unafraid She speaks of Birth and Promise Of all the things that grow Of all the steps you’ve yet to take Of all you’ve yet to know. So take her hand and breathe And dance upon the Earth For the promise of Hope and Joy Life begins with Birth.” – Joanne Morris All my own work and design all rights reserved #wood #woodland #maiden #goddess #hope #breath #birth #po #poet #poetry #poe
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    Pagan Poetry - The Underbush
    Joey Morris
    • Mar 20, 2017
    • 1 min

    Pagan Poetry - The Underbush

    Image – Jenny of Omnia The gentle breath Of a Moth’s wing Winds of change In everything The world quiets There is no rush The thorns and posies In underbush The gateway opens The fae elope The trees sing songs Of the mountain slope The wolf eyed girl Howls at Dark Moon The river bends The journey, soon. Joey Morris – All my own work and design all rights reserved #po #poet #plant #poetry #poem #power #treemagick #magick #spirit #spirituality #spiritual
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