poetry
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this was actually first post four years ago, before I took over the God of the Month Club. —- To Lord Odin, tempestuous God of the Norsemen, I sing this song Master of the Spear, Father of Victory The Undefeated in Battle, Who strikes terror into the heart of His enemies Awe fills my breast
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Descended to earth in a pillar of light Most Holy One Your purity consumes all evil Leaving only ash You are She Who taught the tribes Reverence for Mother Earth The way of the peace pipe And the four sacred directions You bring the fire of the Great Spirit And carry prayers to Heaven In
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I just posted this a month and a half ago. Of course, I had no idea that Ma’at would come up as one of the Gods of the Month, so I’m posting it again … Ma’at, Pure and Divine Crowned with the ostrich feather Goddess of all virtue and goodness Lady of Justice, Queen
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Hestia, First and Last Gentlest of the Olympians The Quiet One She Who tends the hearth Goddess of home, of family, of hospitality Peaceful harmony is Her creed So precious are the bonds of family to Her That when Apollo and Poseidon began to quarrel for Her hand She forsook marriage altogether So as not
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Fair Eirene, Goddess of Peace Spread Your feathered wings over my home. Gentle Hestia of the flame, Who dwells in the hearth Let us remember the value of family. Let only words of love be spoken here Let harmony reign in this house And the hearts of those who dwell within. Eirene, Hestia, sweet Goddesses
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an oldie but a goodie. —- Hestia dwells in the center The kind-hearted Virgin Goddess Tends the Flame of Olympos Wherever families come together SHE is there Wherever communities unite SHE is there Wherever an individual gives himself to others, SHE is there Hestia of the flame The Eternal Fire Unities all She
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Hail to the Cow-Eyed One Joyful Hathor, Beloved of all the Gods, Divine Midwife, Nurse of Horus. Great Hathor, you are more than the Lady of Love Golden One, You are the Mistress of All Good Things Lady of Cheerfulness, Goddess of beer Lady of Beauty, Mistress of Myrrh You dance in the Temple precinct
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Hail to You, Green-faced, Ram-headed one! Great Khnum, Divine Potter, Most ancient of Gods! From the mud of the Holy River Neilos You bring forth life Your deft hands work upon the earth, shaping it upon Your wheel, Turning it from black goo, into a living creature Into a human, an animal, a God. You
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Ebony skin glistens Stretched taut over hard muscle An arm raises above a dreadlocked head Sunlight glints across the razor-sharp machete edge Thick lips pull back in a sharp grin Just as razor-sharp as the weapon A bloodcurdling cry bursts forth from deep in the throat As the machete drops with deadly accuracy. Eyes black as
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I hail holy Apis, the bull-formed God The fertile one, Whose throaty bellow heralds the spring’s awakening He Who brings all good things to the Two Lands Fierce and powerful, He drives off the invaders And gorges them on His horns Great Apis, soul of Ptah, You are solid and firm None may sway You
Temple of Athena the Savior 