Oh My Dear Lady Jane,

Love Of Youth,

Kiss of the Moon

.Where have you gone

.Like Spring and Summer past.

Now in Winter cold and long

.Yet the memory of kiss to your sweet buds.

Still warms a Cold Heart on night's long watch

.Oh Lady Jane where do you sleep tonight.

TDK /The Druid King

(c) 2014 George King

Ghost Moon written in blackest Sliver of cocoon.

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She is but the Moon to Most.

Yet Great Bardist of all Ghost.

And when night is blackest Black.

To Her I raise my special Toast.

For like Her I am still here and a Host.

Yet  Ten Thousand times I be a Ghost

TDK / The Druid King

Copyright  2013 George King

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Both Janice and I are available for Psychic reading, other Magick works, writing assignments and even creating new inventions or sharing some of our for you or your company to patent and sell.

Blog Roll

http://thedruidking.blogspot.comI post some of my views and research in the Pagus World

http://sourpearls.blogspot.comI post my Poems other with a small glimpse of SummerLand and the Pagus World from a Druid's point of view.
http://returntosummerland.blogspot.comObituaries for anyone's loved pets, just e-mail me it and I will post it.
http://inventorsangels.blogspot.com, Will soon be putting up projects that I need funding for that should both help the World and make profets for the investors!

http://projectfreetap.blogspot.com/2011/07/introduction-to-project-free-tap.html
Free Water for everyone that on the street and needs a drink, Project free Tap, please share and help


Here are some of Janice-Scott-Readers blogs too.

http://janicescottreeder.blogspot.com/
The Old Druid's Spot
Daily Forecasts, Faery Finder and Magickal Things.

http://holomultiverses.blogspot.com/
Janice's Holomultiverses What the holomultiverses are. I have been able to astral project since birth and some times, I project involuntarily to other worlds. Some are variations of this world. Some are completely alien worlds. This blog is an account of some of the worlds I have found myself in and logged their descriptions.

Of Groves and Grasshoppers

Groves Wax and wane with the the Weather and the Rain.

but if old growth has water and good roots

What is lost will soon have new shoots.

To kiss the Sun and  breath the Moon

And the Druids and Gods too, will return soon.

Moon Rising

TDK

(c) George King Aug 14, 2013

New Moon Night. Written in Black and Silver Moon Shine

Way off in the late of Night.

When the New Moon's Darkness shines so Bright.

There appears far away, a small and flickering Light.

Are there wild Druids in the deep woods Tonight?

Perhaps with the Fae they have come to dance and Delight.

It is said the old ones live in the trees and only come out on the Blackest Night.

Others swear they have seen them dancing and doing spell with the Witches in the Moon's full Light.

All I know is my hearth wishes I was young again dancing in the woods wild and sky clan. Till Sun brings back its Bright.

Love of Dark Love of Light be my Goddess and kiss me in the Astral this very night.

The Druid King

Copyright January 16, 2013 George King

The Sea Gull's Cry

Days gone by, lost in the Sea Gull's Cry.

{Grace Kelly}

 But memories come back with the full Moon and the tide. 

Love and youth may be past but memories still warm my Heart of Glass.

 
The Druid King 

(c) George King August 2012
P.S. Be a Lover or a Friend and click on one of the Blogs ads please! I am out of work and can use the pennies it generates!You can often find me at www.facebook.com/cosmicsalamander, www.cosmicsalamander.com or our Physical Center The Cosmic Salamander, 5631 NW 77 Ct, Coconut Creek, Florida, 33073, USA 954-698-6926 Fax 954-6989-706 Both Janice and I are available for Psychic reading, other Magick works, writing assignments and even creating new inventions or sharing some of our for you or your company to patent and sell.
Blog Rollhttp://thedruidking.blogspot.com I post some of my views and research in the Pagus Worldhttp://sourpearls.blogspot.com I post my Poems other with a small glimpse of SummerLand and the Pagus World from a Druid's point of view.http://returntosummerland.blogspot.com Obituaries for anyone's loved pets, just e-mail me it and I will post it.http://inventorsangels.blogspot.com, Will soon be putting up projects that I need funding for that should both help the World and make profits for the investors!http://projectfreetap.blogspot.com/2011/07/introduction-to-project-free-tap.html Free Water for everyone that on the street and needs a drink, Project free Tap, please share and help
Here are some of Janice-Scott-Readers blogs too.http://janicescottreeder.blogspot.com/  The Old Druid's SpotDaily Forecasts, Faery Finder and Magickal Things.
http://holomultiverses.blogspot.com/  Janice's Holomultiverses What the holomultiverses are. I have been able to astral project since birth and some times, I project involuntarily to other worlds. Some are variations of this world. Some are completely alien worlds. This blog is an account of some of the worlds I have found myself in and logged their descriptions.
Grace Kelly, Heart, Love, Memories, Moon, Ocean, Sea, Sea Gulls, Youth

Awen of the Night Traid 003 POWER

When we held Power the Druids worshiped at Dawn in the light of the Sun.

When we lost Power the Witches worshiped in the late of night in the light of the Moon.

As we learn to regain our Power the Druid-Witch worships anytime in the Mystical Cyber Light their computer screen.





The Druid King

Copyright June 10, 2012 George King

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You can often find me at www.facebook.com/cosmicsalamander,www.cosmicsalamder.com or our Physical Center The Cosmic Salamander, 5631 NW 77 Ct, Coconut Creek, Florida, 33073, USA 954-698-6926 Fax 954-6989-706 Both Janice and I are available for Psychic reading, other Magick works, writing assignments and even creating new inventions or sharing some of our for you or your company to patent and sell.

Blog Roll

http://thedruidking.blogspot.comI post some of my views and research in the Pagus World

http://sourpearls.blogspot.comI post my Poems other with a small glimpse of SummerLand and the Pagus World from a Druid's point of view.

http://returntosummerland.blogspot.comObituaries for anyone's loved pets, just e-mail me it and I will post it.

http://inventorsangels.blogspot.com, Will soon be putting up projects that I need funding for that should both help the World and make profits for the investors!

http://projectfreetap.blogspot.com/2011/07/introduction-to-project-free-tap.html

Free Water for everyone that on the street and needs a drink, Project free Tap, please share and help



Here are some of Janice-Scott-Readers blogs too.

http://janicescottreeder.blogspot.com/The Old Druid's Spot

Daily Forecasts, Faery Finder and Magickal Things.

http://holomultiverses.blogspot.com/Janice's Holomultiverses What the holomultiverses are. I have been able to astral project since birth and some times, I project involuntarily to other worlds. Some are variations of this world. Some are completely alien worlds. This blog is an account of some of the worlds I have found myself in and logged their descriptions.

Moon Seeds: Written in Shimmering Silver Ink.

In the ancient and sacred woods late in the full of night.
I stand in a small clearing with the Moon overhead so bright.

This hidden place know but to few is called only the Moon's child.

I a lone lover of the ancient Oak have come completely free of guile.

Here the wind whispers and moans in its secret and seductive way.

Now through my hair its cold invisible hands slowly caress and play.

I look up at the Moon in ecstasy and slowly my clothes began to fall away.
Dropping to the ground like old leaves as I become the Green man for a day.

Till Sky Clad and Reborn I stand a new born child and yet a man.
For now I have taken the Soul and Spirt of the Green in hand.

As the wind like a Lover touches me in the Moon light everywhere.
Sweetly leaving unkissed not even a single spot or small hair.

Till at last with a deep and sudden gasp the scared seeds fall upon this fertile ground.
Renewing again with the silver blood our vows and for another year we are bound.

My sweet Lady Gaia, my Mother, My Lover and My Guide.
And tonight with the passage of the seed again she is my Bride.

The Druid King

Copyright 03-21-2011 George King

Old Ways, written in Brown Acorn Ink.

Sometimes the Old Ways still play my Song.

The Woods I have walked have been Dark and Long

With only The Oak to keep my old old Soul Strong.

 Still it is these Ancient Woods that I have and do Belong

Walking under the Moon so often alone, along the Ley

 Spreading the Acorns for the Druids that will come another Day

 Now that I have found you again Life is easy and my Moon forever Full

 Till at last to Sweet SummerLand we give in,  our home and  its eternal Pull

 Dedicated to Janice Scott-Reeder my Sun and Moon and Love.

The Druid King.

Copyright 03-03-2012 George King

The Day The Music Cried: Written in Green and Red ink.

The Day The Music Cried: Written in Green and Red ink.

It was a solemn  day across the world  and even the Moon.

The whole world had come to bury their loved ones in their final Tomb.

Great Nations had millions of coffins that were  filled and ready on that awful Day.

Huge Mountains they would make when covered in, grass. On top at the Moon, the new Wolfs would Bay.  

Many others cursed this plague of death and burned their loved  in mass fires that filled the whole Sky.

But most could not bear to see their loved ones hurt so in Green and Silver  coffins they would said their final Goodby.

With pomp and great ceremony the UN's Premier would lay the final one to Rest.

Satellites sent the pictures world wide and as the world watched, all knew it was for the Best.  

Now the shining golden shovel, flag draped, was handed to a frail widow oh so Proud.

She was the last US President and as she accepted it a great cheer went through the Crowd.

It was The Day The Music Cried!

It was the Day the US Dollar Died!

The Druid King

Copyright August 4, 2011 George King

The SENIOR SENOR  --- Written in Moon Shadow Pale Grey Ink.

The Senior Senor, even late of night wears the broad rimmed Hat

And walks whenever he can, for gas is expensive, even to the richest Cat

Some say he is  Bruja, others laugh  and say, no he is made  of an Oak

But none ever say it to his face,  for they dare not make such a Joke

To him they come when family sick as none have money for the Doctor's Bill

They beg of of him, oh please the Magick  cure, the one that takes no Pill

If true of heart, kind of Mule and  upon  their knees they Fall

He will cast, as he knows the  Magick's mind and how to weave its healing Spell

Many have said to all,  he must this Magick freely teach, or else be damned to Hell

He has learned this Magick from  blood and tears and owes none a drink from its Well

There are very few that really can and even less that tend to give, so judge not, how harsh he Be.

The rich in this life the rules have set , the most important being:   Nothing's  Really Free

The Senor often walks the roads late of night, a shadowed Soul  with ghosts from battles old and lands so far Away

And if you meet him some  Moonless night, please be quick of passage sure to give , for this Magick you, too, may need some Day

The Druid King

Dedicated to all the Solitary Psychic Readers and Healers everywhere, that burn some much of their own Soul energy helping so many others,  who's pale hollow words of thanks quickly blow away like morning mist in the rising Sun.  Remember your Psychic Power is like your special blood so very rare, precious and not a never ending well.

Copyright July 24, 2011 by George King

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