All posts tagged Poems

Drawing On Location

Published August 7, 2017 by etain1



I signed up for a ‘Urban Sketching” art class. First art class ever. So far I am not impressed with what they offer (Sketch Book Skool) but figure I will pick up tips and other useful information.

I drew this picture at the Genesys Cancer Institute where my brother went through chemo treatments. I have never thought of myself as a real artist as I usually find clipart I like and draw from it adding my own spin on it. Well, this is a sketch I did on location and I have to say “I AM AN ARTIST”. I have been looking through my other sketches starting from 2008 when I started doing prompts through Every Day Matters. I have seen a vast improvement and believe me I needed that artistic boost.

I am looking forward to learning more on the ‘on location’ sketching. I need to concentrate on doing my own sketching and relying less on prompts from clipart. I need to get the ideas formulated in my head and then transfer them on paper just as I did with the picture above.

I am a work in progress and I am giving thanks for what I have learned so far.


Spring Prayer

Published March 12, 2017 by etain1

Spriing doll poem

We all go through the cabin fever stage at this time of the year. Winter has had it toll on our mood and we are getting a little short tempered with mother nature and her game of warm and freezing temperatures. We yearn for the sun, dirt to dig in and the colors and smells of springtime. We are ready  for warmth! We are grateful that spring is fast approaching.

Broken Heart

Published February 10, 2017 by etain1


Broken Heart ©

By Terry Moore

My heart is broken

My tears just a token

Lover, parent, friend or child

No guarantee about no exile

If it was meant to be

There would be no absentee

Can’t make them love you

This statement is so true

Let them go with kindness

Show your ferocity and fineness

The heart can heal when broken

When words of kindness are spoken


Let Me Count The Ways

Published February 10, 2017 by etain1


This poem is for whomever holds that special place in your heart.

Let Me Count The Ways ©
By Terry Moore

For a sister, a brother, a lover, a friend
Our friendship will never end

I love you so let me count the ways
You laugh when we are together always

You sometimes make fun of me
It makes me laugh please see

When I am scared you hold my hand
You let me sit while you stand

You are there for me – thick and thin
When I am sad you make me grin

You are there for me and me for you
Our love keeps our hearts anew ♥


Our Dark Side

Published February 8, 2017 by etain1


“It is a frightening thought that man also has a shadow side to him, consisting not just of little weaknesses – and foibles, but of a positively demonic dynamism. The individual seldom knows anything of this; to him, as an individual, it is incredible that he should ever in any circumstances go beyond himself. But let these harmless creatures form a mass, and there emerges a ranging monster. ~Carl Jung, “On the Psychology of the Unconscious.”

On the other hand, the Shadow Self is an archetype that forms part of the unconscious mind and is composed of repressed ideas, instincts, impulses, weaknesses, desires, perversions and embarrassing fears.  This archetype is often described as the darker side of the psyche, representing wildness, chaos and the unknown. Jung believed that these latent dispositions are present in all of us, in many instances forming a strong source of creative energy.

We are all born pure, like blank canvases.  But at some point during our childhood development, we learn knowledge that teaches us to separate things into good and evil. The moment we eat from this tree of knowledge, our shadows are born and we begin to divide ourselves.  Furthermore, in our cultural ‘socialization’ process, we begin to sort out those traits within us that are acceptable in society, and those unacceptable traits that aren’t (which are later hidden away).  As Jung said:

What we call civilized consciousness has steadily separated itself from the basic instincts. But these instincts have not disappeared. They have merely lost their contact with our consciousness and are thus forced to assert themselves in an indirect fashion. This may be by means of physical symptoms in the case of a neurosis, or by means of incidents of various kinds, or by unaccountable moods, unexpected forgetfulness, or mistakes in in speech… modern man protects himself against seeing his own split state by a system of compartments. Certain areas of outer life and of his own behavior are kept, as it were, in separate drawers and are never confronted with one another.


Solitare New Moon Ritual

Published May 12, 2016 by etain1


My altar setup with my new drum at the bottom. Can’t wait to use it during this ceremony. Each elemental has a correspondence and crystal. My little moon cake and ritual drink. I made my wand from an Ash tree and it has four crystals embedded in it (sorry this pic does not show it. My list of what I want to draw into my life on a 3 x 5 index card, and my BOS.


Better picture of my wand.

This is the first time I used a drum for New Moon ritual. It added so much energy to the ceremony – John Lundy did a really great job making it to my specifications. The tone is excellent, as good as a larger drum. Loving it.

A poem for Beltane

By Terry Moore

Maypole – the symbol of spring, the warmth of the sun – flowers it will bring

Dancers sway and weave, Bringing renewal and fertility it’s believed

Festivals with May Queen and King, Representing the God and Goddess and the blessings they bring

Beltane fires with flames so high, The winter season has begun to die

As the Maypole signifies spring, Celebrate all the beauty this season brings

Blessed Be



Balancing Act

Published January 5, 2016 by etain1


Balancing Act

By Terry Moore

Life is a balancing act

Moderation is just a fact

You need to keep your head up

Are you tough enough?

Keep your feet on the ground

Thinking straight and sound

Your heart now that’s a different thing

Allow it to go as if it has wings

The heart does what the heart does. We have all been in that situation that we allowed our heart to rule instead of the head. Other times we are so stuck in the thinking aspect that our heart becomes stone cold. The balancing act is to have moderation in all things. Think but don’t over think, let your heart explore but not totally rule. Most of all enjoy the ride because life is such an amazing journey.