What is an Image?

A moment of emotional instances of time
As complex or as simple as a brief thought.
Abstracts caught by poets making a rhyme
With a pen just as they were taught.
Surreal nature trapped by colour in paint
From artists who see with their inner eyes.
Photographs of the mind, intense or feint
They stay as a reminder as time flies.
Hold the moments that make those brief images
For when you take trips on past pilgrimages.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Rebirth

In spring the birds will wait for love to come
As rays of sun like golden fingers pluck and strum
The strings of nature's new guitar of life
And daffodils that sing in wakerife
To spring creating lazy hues
The shades of yellow winter's dues
Like washes fresh and new
From brush on canvas slew
The spring that nods
The art of gods
On Earth
Rebirth

wakerife – Scots origin meaning wakeful

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Hell's Kitchen

In the kitchens of hell the oven hid,
Trembling with fear from the glowing furnace.
Anger and rage were brewing under war's lid
A storm stewing in the depths of darkness.

Sins so deadly combine inside the fire,
Avarice and envy sparing in flame.
Lust in confusion of a love's desire
Fingers pointing with no-one left to blame.

Over-indulgence pitted with hunger
Whilst fools laze in the comfort of false pride.
A world of vice left to the fear monger
And those with no care along for the ride.

Look beneath with thought pry under hell's lid
And see for your eyes why the oven hid.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

The Calling

A wild Pagan heart that beats strong
And dances to flutes of Pan.
The way of Old turned me from wrong
I'm proud to be Pagan.

From spirits surging through her core
Mother Earth made her call.
A gift of love revealed in lore
Of Ancients standing tall.

A wild Pagan heart that beats strong
And dances to flutes of Pan.
The way of Old turned me from wrong
I'm proud to be Pagan.

I found the true goddess of light
As I sought my answer.
Deep within the darkest night
Saw the silver dancer.

A wild Pagan heart that beats strong
And dances to flutes of Pan.
The way of Old turned me from wrong
I'm proud to be Pagan.

A vision to my eyes so blind
Led to the Pagan path.
Away from the past, a new wynd
To a place at her hearth.

A wild Pagan heart that beats strong
And dances to flutes of Pan.
The way of Old turned me from wrong
I'm proud to be Pagan.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Sailing Oceans

Remember how we fell in love, my dear,
As sailing oceans to New York last year.
While wearing a sombrero you asked me
To dance to love's song and melody.
The trip wasn't cheap but worth the hard grind
As love was a treasure, an unplanned find.
Dropping defences the walls of my heart
Sweet sugar cubed moments saved from the start.
Technology of e-mail send a word
Unspoken by voice forever heard.
Words of passion and full of deep meaning
Eyes now shaded by rose coloured screening.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Hymn to the Gods

Forces of nature, hail to Thee,
From here on bended knee.
The Earth Mother graces us with life
To live free without strife.

The blessings surround us each day,
The tree spirits shelter our way.
The song of life is ours to dance
With passion and romance.

As our feet walk upon her soul
Let truth remain our goal.
In hope and faith let there be trust
The light of all life our lust.

So smile as you see Her and greet
The Earth sings 'Merry Meet'.
By the will of the gods ' Blessed Be'
With peace She lets us live free.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Brief Intro

A writer of poems at forty
A lady but not of leisure
I live in England, how haughty
My pet cats are divine pleasure

An eco-warrior I be
A wild Pagan heart is my treasure
Words and pictures set my mind free
My pet cats are divine pleasure

Now learning to write with flow
And classical beat to measure
Form poetry now needs to show
My pet cats are divine pleasure.


© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.