Steve Trimmer Poems

The Lady`s Three, The Fates
Daughters of fair Goddess Night
Three aspects of the moon in flight
The Moerae, phases of thy lunar dates
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Nigh the hearth, uxoriuos, I stand
Feeling heat redouble, by Her hand
Night fires burn, this Hibernal Esbat
Her strength at it`s zenith, empery sat
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Great Prophetess of The Lakota Nation
I see you
At the apex of The Black Hills
I hear you
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At ‘r lacustrine shrine She sharpens Her father’s falchion
He was once a Great Druid of Her people (he was my teacher)
For he has long since been in Annwn; land of Tir na Nog
Land of The Young; yet to be reborn of Cerridwen’s Cauldron
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Blest Daughters of Eurynome, I verily laud
The Lovelys, art, thee three
Achaeans, Argives, and Danaans, behold
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Naif art thou, who wouldst rebuff the Sacred Feminine
Ah! To tarry aside the Ant Hill; be’t blissful ambrosia?
Methinks it so
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(tuned down 1 full step)

(Em, A7)
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Oh Tara, sweet Tara, once Teamhair, in sufferage and dree
Departed The Levant, for Eire, upon the high seas
Nebuchadnezzar hath miraded thy lands
With warring bands
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The Lady Muses, nine thou be
Comely, wise, I see such beauty, thine
Daughters of Mnemosyne`s Shrine
Titaness of Memory, Daughters of Gaea
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From velleity
Olympians pilfered thy perogative
For The Water Vessel is thine
Seized from thy slender hands
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