Pearl of Carthage

Pearl of Carthage
A Collection of Poems

Luzane Viza

Night Gladiator

Of sleeping I do not care
Of closing an eyelid I do never fancy
I love to live the nick of nights
When be intent on working I can
And running for my success I may do for
As I may live the day and spend it
I too have the night and pass it
On searching for glory and forfeiting my sleep
On putting in my time and effort on my dreams
And hopes and enthusiastic wishes
You all shall know and fathom
That you read about a night gladiator
A night queen Sitting on her marble pedestal
Above the resting and the baby laying humanity
Staying sober and keeping a sharp eye
On her own future and life plans
For which she gave in her long years



Hugging My Lovely Self

As in parallel with love for life
I always become waking up with love for my self
Smiling with it, to it and for it
Singing and chanting within me the music hit
Reverberating nice, dearly, blissful, lit
With beaming heart sweet words for it
Giving it happy news that it...
Is loved, lovable and adorable and costly
Is always deserving the best for itself
This very pearl of my eye, for my very asset
I shall preserve and covet with love and joy
Is thanked for its life, survival, falls,
Weeps, bumps, fights, weaknesses and faults
Offering it the best of caressing and hugs
And lots of roses, fells, Jasmins and kisses
Proclaiming its dearness and rewardedness
And gratitude for its long will and patience
Lighting the candle for its growth and sensibility
And its rehabilitation from its ills,
Acnes, sicknesses and dark energies


A Blossoming Miss Soul

I rise from the ashes of my ineptitude
And from the cave of my long_lived obscurity
Heading toward the doors of mobility
Choosing the light one to enter with fortitude
To feed on the fruits of knowledge and culture
And open for me horizons for catching my fire
And taking a wide eye on many minds and lives
Walking ahead for strive and thrive
To sit on the throne of knowledge
Winning and possessing its lighting sun
I carry and hold in between my hands
Crowned as the queen and Miss Soul
Decorated with the garland of mind beauty
Weaving itself out from within
To shine on me, the blossoming beauty
In spirit, mind, body and aura
Procuring wonder and peace onto the universe


A Wiccan Rose

I am who's in love with nature
And one of its golden blocks of its scriptures
And of its diamond_made shining pictures
*** *** ***
I am who's in the eternal strong bond
With nature and wisdom and fortitude
And with their forces am rife and wild
*** *** ***
I am a Wiccan princess and rose
Growing in its own place and soil
To invade the universe with its radiance

My Destiny Decided

My own destiny is chosen and decided
Decided to be freedom and liberty
Prosperity, luck, security and mobility
My free will, power, force and erudition
Are my life colonnades and fortes
On my oath for myself I'll die and rest
For my own sermon for my life I'll fight
On my own arm I’ll never give up
From my own path I'll never stray or disorient
My destiny is chosen and made
For my oath and vow I'll die


Lofty Rice Tree

This is me, my very self
Stepping in the centre of the universe
And so I'll remain and be buried
And headed toward the higher world...
A lofty rice tree always standing
From and in the green lands
Stroke by the moon
A genual rice tree, bold green
Rounded and fenced by blood
The blood sacrificed by the great martyrs
Risen from the heart of Phoenicia,
The pearl of the Levant and its Paris
A robust rice tree beaming green
Contoured with circle shuddering with fire
Coveting this sacred land and the world with light


Passers By

Never putting in any darn of concern
Never feeling any worth of care
For these nonsense degradations that are stern
Neither giving focus or a wiggle of attention
To these parlous and hatred hearts
And those deformed souls raised on envy
Nor paying them any red cent of interest
In spite of their damn, standing I’ll stay
Stepping strong and outright I'll be
Because they are all fleeting away
Transient, shallow, flying away
Leaving with the wind cast off away
In the wave of desert and oblivion
They are all passers by, in passing words
As sang one of those freedom poets
Passers by in passing air


Forgettable

All scorching, screeching stuffs
Dulls and humans and puffs
Words and voices
Cracked sillily unto me
Are all smallest, vain, unnoticed
With no impact, no effect, stewed
In no time they wade, fade
Their August air is dead
Disappear, wane and wiped
To the high heaven
To the ground
To the final end
They all forgettable, washable
Deserted with ease, abondonable
Disremembered, “Demanticati”
Along with all what they can cause
Or can do me
If they are able to do to me
Only I who matters
Never and ever but myself
That for me means






Solidities Deconstructed

When Started to see the light
And slip off that obscure night
Away and raise above it
Stalwart, once upon a time invincible
Iron-steeled solidities
Before, oldly, in long last years
Built in around my mind and spirit
Stood to me as mythologized truths
Believed to be the quitessence of reality
Are fallen right short, deconstructed
Thrashed, debased and dissolved
Leaving the floor for the real of reality






The Bless of Clarity

In the time of prevailing transparence,
Of sensing clearness and clarity
Coveting me and around me
A lot I've known, a lot I've realized
A lot I've figured out, A lot I've noted
Lots I've started to love,
Lots I've started to repulse,
Dropped away, cancelled, blocked
And to the fits put aside
Lots I've considered, lots I've excluded
Lots I've made out and memorized
Then I've felt therefore I am





Glow

This I’ll always be
This I'll always remain
Made to glow
Glisten every time
Every while, every day
I am the light and the lighted
Shining and shone upon
Eternally brilliantly
I am, I do and I’ll for forever
And ever again glow
My glow can never fade
Can never go






Haiku for The Moon

Reverent Lady Moon
The queen of the sky
The regent of its universe and all nature




Resurgam

From my ashes I rise up
From my marble tomb I level up
Drums of devoursome war are beating up
Quivering the world's entirety all for me
Stopping all the birds to gather for plea
For looking at my manifest steps and showing up
Into life and the outside realm
For listening to the earth's tinkling and ticking up
Under my own footing on its surfacing
For watching my character drawing nearer up
To the fullest of lives and delightful energies
To the exilir of power and fortitude
Into where I come to level up
Into where I cast away my rest
And clear away my hot tears from their crest
And stoop upright and in a high-esteem height
And walk like a queen in the very pride
Letting behind the far ends of oblivion
My defeats, crumbles, falls, shackles and menacles
My leashes and strains slandering me
The sun witnesses my rise amazed
The clouds hackle and buckle stupefied
Seas and rivers mount back and forth
Shaking up in perishing bewilderment
For my new establishment and return
And crescence and fresh perfection
The sky is invaded by my glow that glistens
Giving shining light to all of the universe
For my literature that the blind could read
And my words that the deaf could hear
My newly beaming colour that the night could never wipe
I now am stepping out carrying on my weapons
Shielded in honour and gilded in beauty
Coming in consistence to catch my fire
Then hold the light easing all the tire



Toxin Flushed

My life's and me turning
Transforming and shifting
Into a totally blank sheet of paper
Onto which all what is new
Is anchored on it
With beam and delight
To outline the statement
Of my rebirth and my rejuvenation
Regeneration and resurrection
To make the proclamation
Of my emancipation
Where on its soothing echos
Voices are shaped and structured
Into a motivating music
A toxin cleansing sound
Giving light to the skin
And a smile to the face
Feeling all the toxications
To be run aside
And cast off
Flushed

I am Wiccan

I am wiccan and I am proud
I am Celtic and I am high
I am the daughter of earth
Of nature, of beauty, of woods
A lover of Buddha
An allegiant to the Goddess
I am Wiccan and I knew my road
I took it and went to tread it
Neither of your monstrous, eery
Philistine and absurd
Nilly_willy mumboo_jumboos
Has any control over my thought
Anymore, any longer
Nor your own faith caverns
Or religious schools
I feel any need for
I have my own belief
And you have yours
I am on my own way
And you go your own way
And live up to the truth


Vengeance

For every negative vibe dispatcher
For every maleficent creature
Treading toils and tires
To keep me down
Slander me
For every willing heartbreaker
Pierced my heart with his saw
Formed out of his hellish mouth
I will keep on my own way
The way to the brilliance
To prosperity, to paradise
Thankfulness shall be to them all
For they are contrarily good to me
Without anyone’s notice
For they are a benevolent inspirer
To put on the dress of joy and hope
Instead of the cloak of grief and gloom
Gratitude shall be to them
From the bottom of my heart
As they move me into calling back
The most spectacular views of vengeance
To my mind, to avenge on my own way


Past

All the times of my dark ages
All what is before my new era
Regarding every single thing
Is thrown behind with my past
The past that's now cast
Off and way into no memory
But only some of nice souvenirs
And far away dreams and passions
Still love to be done
All of my past reduced to ashes
That is fast gone with the wind
With no sign, no trace, no ever leftover
Dismissed, ousted, and expelled
Consigned into discard
Except some could be reminded good
Being assigned to stored archive
And kept in a locker
So all of my world is blank
Of every pore and strain



Letters of Willpower

Willing to let go off my past
In the wave of discard forever
Leaving my place I used to be in
Laziness no longer persistent
Pages of misery are torn away
On the attic's studio
Working on my success
Erudition and smartness are its gates
Right use of them are my new cores


Neglected

No more giving confidence and trust
In those who shut me down
When life is too dark and obscured

No more giving any bit of interest
To those to whom I can't be of interest
Those to whom I shan't become of interest

They are all abandoned and neglected
Hateful parents, mean siblings and fake friends
Discouraging relatives and evil neighbours

Then, I got my money, mind and time
I can reap the harvest of everything
And take every fruit given by the time


High

Opening on a new day
When my novel pursuit is today
Entering its new gate
To walk to its usual office high
With a new spirit upright
To step out erect
Into my ancient mansion and court
Of my use to knowledge still acquired
And my meeting with it
And to remain high
With my head topped benign



Throned

In the highest heaven of sublimation,
On the supremest chair of royalty
The leadership and all the wonder
The prosperous and the wide scope
The beauty and fairness
I reign throned
Clad in my elaborate outfit
Garlanded by nice made foulard
Excelled with my newly manifest beauty
Brightened with my squeezed confidence
Lightened with my empowered attrappentacle

Green Dream bride

I am the blessed offspring of nature
Of Mother Earth, of Mother Goddess
Viewing myself dressed in black
Black sensual robe
As Green Dream Bride
Crowned in sublime garland
Elected Miss Phalanges
Miss sovereignty, Miss freedom
Miss truth, Miss resistance
Miss muses, Miss angels
Miss powers, Miss green beauty
Miss wise, Miss revolution
Revolution overthrowing darkness
Flinging cowardice into the sea
Redeeming oppression back to its place
Straightens the path into relief
Standing to battle aggression
Tearing it into shreds
Claiming loud my invincibility
My being the untouchable starry pentacle


Haïku for My Wonderful Self

Lovely, Maturing, Growing
Prosperous, progressive and rich
Deserving respect and grandeur


No Matter

Whatever toil I shall pass
Whatever bump I am to tumble into
Whatever fault or guilt I am to assume
Whatever loss I am bound to bear
No matter, whatever time turned against me
No matter I can fall down
No matter what keeps me from reaching aim
No matter what hardship I am to hold up to
It is all fine and precarious
It is never but a talk passing by
Good will only be my mate
Victory will only be mine
The summit is my destiny place
Luck is only and always my ally


Grateful

Feeling the weigh of bless
Coveting me with tender bliss
When gratitude is taken to be my recourse
When thankfulness is invited to reside
Within my spirit and heart
When God's justice and mercifulness
Are recommended and called up to mind
And his generosity to the very buck of it
Gratitude and deep thankfulness
Are my path and my way of living
My transparent smile to the world
My love to the earth and its rythme
To its very entirety and essence
My weapon and effective arm
To be used against misery
Despair and agony and loss



Pardon, Miss Feebleness

Hi, The Most Inferior Copy of me
Relegated to the darkest ages of my life...
That famously remembered with that lame,
Pantoufled, unfitting down_streaming cloaks
Put on and clothed a haggard young lady,
Idiotized, needy and never_how_to_do one,
Unsoft, untender, floppy and bawdy
A poor marginal walking among dynamic gentry
From the far end of these novel days
From the now of these contemporary times
I venture to beg your pardon
To express my sorrow without apology
That I can never find any appeal or pros
Among your feeble era to be grateful for
Or to get to learn from or take favour
Then to sentence you to for life_extinction
Not even left to dust
To plain show my pride of doing away with you
Of the allover new costume I am in now
Pardon feeble person of me, luckily
Away with you and every batho in me


Wicca Is My Crown

My own covered gem in myself
My own unseen gift not yet stumbled on
My dear Bliss and vital breath
My darling sound and soulmate song
Rythme and chant washing my bad energy
Wicca, my primed lifestyle
My embraced principle with love
The central essence of who I am
The second _nature of who I am
My first favourite book I love to read
The first language I wish to speak
The wonderful voice I love to hear
The marvelous rhyme I love to listen
Wicca, Mine fine crown
Put reverently on mine dreaming head




Nature Is Feminine

Because she is the heart of beauty
Its source, its very foundation
She is from mother earth
And because it is all feminine
Nature is feminine
Because she is the divine gift
Showering us with her own gifts,
Offers, abundance and wealths
Expressions of a tender, comforting
And altruist, generous motherhood
That is the seed of patience and love
The wealthiest preciousness we all shall have
The plant settled for a better change
Creating a sweeter, better life
Nature speaks feminine
Thanks for her predominant greenness,
The vision toward well_being and good
And her lovely and benevolently_made food
Nature is only and originally feminine


Haïku in love for femininity

She is the nobility, the energy, the wealth
The proficiency, love, perfection
The smart common sense,the beauty, It's femininity


The Gifted Fairy

The excitingly beauty fairy
Containing within her Merry,
Inside a shell of amazing wonders,
Marvellous lights and deep hideous
Highness and perfections
Having within her own interior
A group of fascinating gifts
Stunning, stupefying and enthralling
Every creature she catches its eye
Shuddering, striking and eating up,
Turning into ashes all her foes
Letting them fall to shreds
By the blade of their carnivorous envy
The uniquely uncompromising fairy
The miracle of the contemporaneity
The magic of the current era
Exemplified and embodied in mine being


My Secret of Joy

All of my contenting joy
And my own hoped happiness
Are gained with a small
And simple password
Formed of three words
One is magic
Two is writing
Three is worth
Each of them is next to the other
Besides it, is complementing it
Supplementing it
To partner each other
In sparking the rosy light
Shining upon me brightly
Enlightening my lampless life


A Song for My Powerful Craft

Hidden talents and tactful gifts
Residing at the center of my own being
Known about and still kept in its store
Unrealized powerful craft I can profess
Despite the lack of its material necessities
Enchanting piece of work I love to practice
With the hopeful use of mind and spirit
And the assured resort to meditation and psychology
And the safe belief in vision and intuition
Are all sweet drugs for all of my illness
Also my torments and instabilities
Are all balming coolers of my pains and aches
And hurts and injuries and tortures
Are all protectives and shields against evil
And all the human and spiritual demons
Are all my concepts and ideas I willingly adopt
And words and songs I love to play

Lyrics for The Goddess of Water

Cosmic, natural, earthly wealth
We can never exist without
We can never do away with
Erasing every stain and dirt
Purifying all the living and the impalpable
Watering all the sand, the plant, all creatures
Of all types and structures and creations
Saving all of the lives and breaths
Vanishing all of the thirsts and lusts
Offering all the hope and love
Adding to the wonderful exilirs of beauty
Showering the earth with vivacity and gift


Militant

A persistent fighter I believe to be
And I'll and always stay
Combat all the world with every arm
Every weapon I can get to my disposal
My lovely craft, dare, art, projection
And in scuffle and on the ring
And in the wrestling and martial rivalry
And my view, conviction and intellect
Challenging every root of evil and oppression
Countering every source of injustice and tyranny
An erectly determined combattant and militant
For ever remaining as an olive tree
Sheer, high, lofty and upright


Uncaring I Am

I do never mind or give a damn
To every critic and every bad commentator
To every stalker and poisonous vampire
To every flopping sabotage perpetrator
To every aimless jobless never able
But to blubber and chatter pathos
Disinterested and uncaring I am
Of every harassment or bully
Only my own being and self
I can be attentive and caring for
And mostly be loving for


The Law of Uniqueness

The reverent law I choose to be my creed
Law of beauty, power and uniqueness
The law of the three
That redeems, purifies and unites
That pays back into threefold
Overturns and overthrows all demons’ forces
Empowers the disabled defenceless
The work of the three sisters
That is openly made with motherly love
To fill up the existence with grace
And set free all those in need
My own guide, relief, way out
My own road to easiness and salvation
Not any other law could prove ever
To be righter and fairer than this law
The law of the fortitude
And the fighters of justness
And freedom of being
Within the nest of nature

On Solitary

On debuting my way into my faculty
On starting my path of the gracious craft
I treaded for my special wisdom dint
I traded for my private discovery
I relied on my sole learner hint
To be on a solitary upbringing
To be a self-made craft creator
To be the offspring of my own power
To be the generator of my own glory
The solitary bestowal of my own beauty
Solitary aren't behind the duck
Solitary aren't ashore
Solitary are the ones to catch their fire
To run into the seat of the globe's ruler
To govern, manipulate and control
These half or more of the mankind indifferent
To trample under their feet the tyrannical
To gain victory for the unwilling
Solitary in independence make their ways
Work for their perfection of their craft
Solitary and selfy I am and will be
My sole rearer of my craft always will be


Wiccan Angel

Incense I'd love to revert to
Stones I always tend to rely on
Gems I cherish to embellish it all for me
Spells I by nature depend upon
As my confidential secret words
The pentacled circle I love drawing
On soil, land, paper, poster, clipboard
The pentagram I like to have a souvenir of
Grimoirs, the book of shadows
The source of cultivation and education
Shaping my lifetime path career
In which I strive for the benevolent good
For me and all else of the human race
Warding from us all the whole roots of malice
Bringing us the gleaming light of welfare
Extinguishing all of the poison
Vanquishing all of the devilish entities ever
The efforts of the joyful craft I spend
For me and my fellow humans
The energy of the villainous I work on
It to return in threefold on them all
I am the wiccan angel


Witch

Warding off the devil
Incense I am pleasant with
Tarots that envision bright future
Cast spell changing the course of life
Heart knows no way till to fortitude

I am the witch



Enchanted Gratitude

Grateful am I for everything
Thanks to and by the grace of the new creed
I newly embraced and by my will took
The beautiful confession of my divine change
The magnificent work of power rising
That made me and instituted me into
Contriving to thankfulness and gratitude
Grateful am I for everything I am granted,
Everything I am endowed with,
Everything I am offered in my life,
Everything I will be offered,
For my past, my present, my future,
Grateful against pervading gloom
Grateful at the expense of engrossing misery
Grateful pioneering my way through prongs
Grateful growing at every single defeat
Grateful am I to stand still
And save myself and my life
And invite bless and happiness to me
And paint myself a fairly cherished reality

Miss Goddess
I beauty, I am gleam, I am glow
I am the big lighting sparkle
I am clarity, I am night, I am nature
I am and I glisten all places and all times
I am power and invincible fortitude
I am the secret of survival for all
I am the wand who fastens magic
I am the spell to be cast to alter all
I am the magic in its own right
The Goddess within me, living inside
I am, truly, the Goddess of my own self
The baddess no one else alive can be


Elemental

Willing do I breathe to draw
To my disposal and profession
These powerful and unsubstitutable elements
All bringing live and Surviving beings
Earth, air, fire, water
All provoked to be cemented
Planted inside me like heart and brain
Ere I commune with them, have them
And use them to be ornated and endowed
By their own impeccable power and energy
Earth, air, fire, water
Are all my own life actors
Mine core secrets of strength


Abundance

Thanks Wicca for the valuable source
Of happiness, wealth and welfare
You rooted among your followers

Thanks for the blessed principles
Of never letting apart and slipping away
Of joy, contentment and enchantment

Serving to offer us wealth and resource
To provide us with bliss and bless
To let abundance come forward

And run for us from its own accord
And reach our way by its own will
And entitle our reality and life story



Being My Own Fairy

Possessing the gravity of my powers
This most powerful of all powers
Having the incredible mighty forces
Of turning all for my own goods
Of bending all for my own pros
Of settling everything for my own needs
By use, by brain, by deed, by psyche
By subliminal, by magic force, by aura
I and always be in glory and grand aura
Thanks to being my own angel and fairy
Who profuses wealthiest and joy
Who gleams her world with light and beauty
And her own self
Who wards off toxin and evil in all of it
Who never plans but peace and hygienity
I and always be my own fairy


Fire

Free me and in me all the invoked force
Inward me raise beyond high heavens
Rise up and on all over me
Empower this soul awaiting your aid


Time Ardaigh

Fire, fire, fire

Be set on inside mine self
Rub through every morsel of mine body
Heat every brim of mine spirit
Forward for catching thee I run
Like these who for their lives they run
Render me all feverish by thine flames
To burn mine foes and nuisances
And in hell I throw them to serve
For eternity never able to swerve
Make mine procreative grow
To leave behind the palpable ash
Speaking of mine abundant labour
Creation and bountiful production

Grateful To The Goddess

Joyful thankfulness go forever
To you, Goddess, my idol
That you granted me the gift to be able
To awake on my next day cheerful
With a new light, new hope
New bright enthusiasm to carry on
And continue from anew over


Pagan Beauty

Brimmed and taken over
By my feeling of being glad
In an everlasting gaiety
To join the celestial folk
Of the pearls of the pagan beauty
Which is the supremest of all beauties
A beauty unable to be comparable
To all falsified and illusory ones
A beauty weaved out from within
The marvellous environs of the inside depth
Like a sublime treasure kept underneath
Unheard of and unnoticed
Suddenly uncovered turk around
All corners and whereabouts



Magical Aura

Thankful to have all the globe
Converted to my own good
With all what is around it and on it
Of it every corner blushes with service
With light, love and curtsey
Walks in harmony with my wants
By nature in alignment with my demands
Magic is with me and by me
Where do I step and put my foot
To move all for my interest


Rich Witch

Witch, a brilliant gleam of handsomeness
Pretty in her own skin and disposition
Witch, always Miss Successful-minded
Clever with her Wisdom and aptitude
Witch, creative and productive enough
An attraction of wealth and abundance
Rich witch, ordering money to be her slave
Never and ever to be money’s slave


Haiku for Miss Successful Fairy

Marvellous fairy living in the profane
With a magical profession of success
And a stunning craft of acting it all


Enchanted Rhythm for The Sisters

The ever sublimest triad I love,
I exult, I cherish, I long for
I ever plant in my heart
The lovely sisters of three
From whom I seek and nurture
The law of whom I pang for with reverence
From whose grace the earth grows
Plentitude proffered until no end
Beauty itself fluidly exude
The air shines and beams
In colourful and radiant glows
Darkness never finds from where to emerge
Only enchanted rhythm can play


Hymn for The Lady and Lord

In praise for my Lady and Lord
I wrote a prayer
In which I formed expressions
Of invocation and reverence
Of woeful supplications
Of imploring calls
To help me stand erect on foot
To bless my endeavours
To care for my life
To guide me through my plights
In trust in my Lady and Lord
I wrote a prayer
Whence I sang a song
For their benevolence


Disregardful

Blindly, overtly
To the fullest
Disregardful
Of all bragging
For no use
They always crow
Show off
Unnoticing of my own worth
Of them all
I am disregardful


Mantra for Power

Pacing on my favourite location
Sitting with legs and hands folded
Legs onto each other
Hands on them patted then extended
Eyes closed and eyes traversing environs
Worlds and continents and islands
Where power draws near me
Steps to reach me uncompelled
Comes to make me gleam
Rise over everything

Voice of Wicca

Back to you from my life's journey
Oh the blissful voice of Wicca !
Settling to be your siren, you my Sindbad
Together make a fabulous story
Within my heart a formidable song is written
By me and my sublime love
Offering you a dear caresse in secret
Holiday joyfully my luckiest tarot
How intensely I long for
Covering my youth in between my hands
As it flies gleefully like doves and butterflies
How intensely I love contemplating you
Hearing you and seeing you
Oh the blissful voice of Wicca !
How rehearsingly I spell your name
By speech and by heart since childhood
By memory, by psyche, by thought
How imposing and sweet you are

Oh the wistful voice of Wicca !
How seizing and fascinating is your scene
How relaxing and soothing is your song
Oh the magical voice of Wicca !


On The Set of Glory

On the set of glory
Am I sprinkled above
With pride and reverence
On the throne of grandeur
Am I sacredly seated
In a dramatic ceremony
And a reverential atmosphere
On the top of highness
Am I placed and knitted

Saluting My Sisters

From the Bottom of my own heart
Passing dear salutations to you all
And endless tender greetings
My fellow witches and sisters of the craft
Loving to be welcomed into your tactful
Artful and fair community !
When I dearly design my own home
My own real family whom I love
Lovely invented out of sheer cooperation
And supportiveness and volunteerism !


Mizyana

Mizyana, a crafty beautiful painting
Skillfully drawn by an artist
Mizyana, a godly illustration and item
Of gorgeous beauty and sustainable health
A fair pagan figure of north African coast
Gleaming and glowing with gravity
Mizyana, never trodden neither crashed,
Nor bent into knees nor lagged behind
By whoever and whatever foe or bully
Mizyana, strong at the expense of all
Outwitting all the time and the world


A Beauty Never Seeing the Sun

A pagan beauty-Super fan
Whose beauty never sees the sun
Both in the outside and inside stratum
Never fades away nor strays to boredom
Admiredly compared to the night's moon
That can last amid the sky until noon
Whose beauty having beam light to boom
And magnificent roses to blossom
And Jasmin buds rising from their very bottom
A pagan beauty about to ascend to stardom
Whose grave potential surpasses beyond reason
Casting deflators chilled in their own tantrum
Like deafened by a blasting beat of the drum
Making the minds in one coup blown
Never able to grasp where she could from



You Raised Me Up

From the ditch of my misery
You raised me up
Oh the sublime creed of Wicca
The dearest of all my apples I exult
You levelled me from my fear and doubt
Endowed my self with a gift to empower up
Against all currents and barriers to stand up
To make step upright of my feet
Give away the evil belittlements to fleet


The Pearl of Carthage

From the land where is sided with the ocean
Of the Mediterranean sea, the northern edge of Africa
Where a strain of land called Carthage
In it resides one of the most precious pearls
Wiccan, witchy, formidable, unique and wise
Shining radiant upon the world, lighting the universe
Like once upon a time Carthage was !
Being throned on the gilded chair of glory...



Empress of Luck

I am wealth, I am abundance
I am in everything independence
In all everything resilience
Never able to be trapped in any have not or lack

I am and forever always be the luck
Whatever it can be, is never at all in the duck
Unknowingly possessing the wealth deck
Continuously in the circle of chance I myself tuck

I am for eternity the empress of luck
Its holder, its proprietor and possessor
All but with no vocation of game or gambler
For it to everlast as glowing life radiator



The Crowned Enchantress

In the desperate realm of oblivion
I desert away all the irk of gloom
All the malevolent voices of villainy
That pour slandering blubberings into my ear
Want to pass their germ of negativity to me
In the universe of enchantment I always roam
With the blood of cheerfulness I daily foam
For all the time I live in the hero's home
In my life having my head highly risen
Levelled up with the mighty power’s crowned
Luckily being by divinity the chosen one
From among the congenital gentry
Joyfully endowed by unknown precious gifts
And a beauty which is palpable dainty
And an incredible disposition of genuinity


Dedicated with love and all whole heartedliness to: My Beloved self, my sisters in the enchanting creed whom I unluckily haven't known of all the past and the present and in the future all around the wide flat world, and everyone putting in from his/her time to read my verses and art works gathered in this dear collection of compositions I created with happiness, optimism and enthusiasm... By your Wiccan sister and fellow human.




Always in remembrance of the precious words of the Wiccan Rede and_rightly_epigraph:
“Do as thou wilt_ But harm ye none.”