To know the Ley, written in chipped stone the Cole-Men way.

I would love to lay beside an ancient Ley.

Sun up to Sun up for the whole of a day.

First at its Northern terminating Stones.
Hugging close to Mother Earth's, hard exposed Bones.

Next at its magick center, the sighting pool.

Drinking Dragon’s blood, tapped by man's so simple tool.

At last to rest by the Southerner terminating Stones.

Pondering the true meaning, of all  Nature's quite Moans.

Each day dreaming of the Cole-Men that cut this Ley.

Each night dreaming of the lost secrets, the Druid's hid along its Way.

And once returned, I would not be the man, I was of Yesterday.

For in two World's I would now live, bloods brother to the Fae.

TDK / The Druid King

Copyright George King March 24, 2013

Faux News

Under the spreading Chestnut Tree my bag of Cat Food stood.

Yet its completely empty now.
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The Raccoons ate it all just because they could.

When I tried to complain.

They cried back, do not be such a Pain

Go eat out of the garbage Can.

Like we normally Would.

So back to the store I must Go.

For a brand new cat food Bag.

And say goodbye to my Dough.

Never trust one born with a Mask.

Or any Politician's Show

TDK

Rachel Aliene Corrie

Some are Born with a Druid's Soul. Even if of it they are never told.

Today I honor just such a Druid Lady. Let her Life on the Line for dear sweet old Palestine.

Rachel Aliene Corrie we will not forget you, may Summerrland praise your name.

You stood for Right with Death in sight, your are Truly a Druids Knight!

TDK / The Druid King

The Wicker Women

Be very wary when the Wicker Women comes to Town.

Least they seize you in name of Crown.

Tying you to sacred wheel and Pyre

Weaving out your life with smoke and Fire

For perhaps of the King you have told.

An embarrassing joke much to Bold.

TDK/ The Druid King

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Blessing and Moon Rising

Awen from the Well.

When most empty it rings like a Bell.

Much like people that are noisily as Hell.

Yet it works both Day and all of the Night

In Summer's fire and Winter's cold Light

But just like People its most useful if turned Upright

My Soul's little Cauldron of hidden Delight.

Remember the Poesy!

TDK / The Druid King

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Blessing and Moon Rising

A Druid's Walk, written in the dust of Time.

As I walk I draw power from the way of the Ley.

I listen to spirit of the First Oak in the Land of the Fae.

I feel Gala's pregnant heart beat beneath my feet each Day.

Yet I answer only to my Over-Soul for what I may do or Say.

For I am a Druid and follow only the ancient Adder's Way.

TDK / The Druid King

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Blessing and Moon Rising

Little Meow written in love and poverty

Little Meow wanted some meat to go with her tough and dry.

So to her human Mamma she let out the most mournful cry.

But there was no coin to buy meat and this brought a tear to Mamma's eye.

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With Love to all my Fans and Cat lovers everywhere.

The Druid King