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From the Wiccan Rede to the Charge of the Goddess, from the chants we speak to the rites we perform, poetry is a very basic, and often overlooked, aspect in Paganism today. Poetry is all around us. It's in the words we speak, the laughter we hear, and it the very air we breathe. Poetry can say so many things, teach so many things, and be so many things. The possibilities are endless.

For many, poetry can be a personal expression of thoughts and feelings that they weren't even aware were there. For others, poetry is an invitation to others to explore those thoughts and feelings within themselves. Whatever the reason these poets have decided to put to paper their emotion, we welcome them.

Every month Pagans United members and subscribers will offer you their best poetry to explore, to question, and to enjoy. We welcome poetry on all subjects, but we do ask that you follow some very basic guidelines when submitting poetry.

1. No totally erotic poetry. Pagans United does not have the time to face down a crowd of hysterical parents armed with pitchforks and burning pitch.

2. No poetry advocating self harm or harm to others. Paganism doesn't advocate self harm or harm to others, nor shall Pagans United.

Those are the rules, pretty basic and pretty self explanatory. If you would like to submit your poetry, please email it to me, Fallon, at tennessee_puc@yahoo.com with the subject "Poetry Submission."

Wonder
© Fallon Schulist Glenn

Floating through the air
the leaf cries out silently
with its head held high

Swaying through the sky,
the leaf stumbles and falls down,
to rise again

Tumbling and swirling
the leaf bows his head humbly,
accepting life.

Fallon's Bio:
Fallon has been writing poetry since she was a child. Over the past decade her work has been published in several anthologies in the United States and the United Kingdom and has won numerous awards. She works in a nursing home as a CNA and enjoys reading, writing, swimming, activism, and spending time with friends and family.

O N E V O I C E F R O M

T H E W A R ' S D E A D.

I am coming home at last Mom
it is awful dark for me
in this bag they tagged
and placed me in
where above my soul floats free
there are other boys around me
they are going home now too
and we're forming a platoon, Ma
that should help us to get through
the fact is we won't see our girls
or get to hug our Moms--------------(or hug Mom's when we get back)
or have a life past nineteen
cause we died in Vietnam---------------(cause we died here in Iraq)
this will surely dissappoint Dad
cause he begged me not to go
even had tickets to Canada
Oh, God, I miss him so
something took me really quick, Mom
it was almost painless, but
the coffin will be closed Ma
cause that shrapnel's deeply cut
I just want to say "I love you!"
as you're tossing in your sleep
and the promise that I made you
is one that I now will keep
I am coming home to you Mom
but not like you dreamed I'd be
I'm another darned statistic
for the land of brave and free.
tell them to remember me
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Til next month....

Bright Blessings

Fallon

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