Lisa Goodwin Poet

Silence from the Rooftop

A silence is more than remembrance,
our silence holds more of the truth.
In an ocean of red and white poppies
our children stand straight backed, salute.
Not a Patch on old soldiers lamenting,
Remember our grandmother’s tears.
For each of us knows the outrage of loss,
And each knows the terror of fear.

Who said that this war would end all the wars?
While the soldiers fall dead through all time.
With organised murder becoming the lore,
What fool puts his head on the wire?
Warmongers who profit from killing,
lay down their wreaths, pay respects,
then back to production of weapons,
and back to the agents of death.

Still magical folk are in battle,
invoking the angels of peace.
Yet in comes the angel of death once again,
A people united in grief.
Yes, this silence is magic in working
This silence will still, demand Truth.
This silence knows death and destruction,
This silence, it shouts from the roof!

Lisa Goodwin

On the invitation to swear allegiance to 'his majesty' this weekend.

(Instead, I will be taking part in an invocation to clear and transform, for the highest good of all, the heart of the Royal lineage.) more on that later... For now, a poem....

I swear!

An oath; {by oak and ash and thorn.}
Those tricksy words, yet to be said,
To conjure a nation of discord,
at the moment the crown meets the head.

Allegiance, either spoke or not,
will certainly be supposed,
by future heirs and successors,
And won by blood, or king deposed.

So help me god,
'Which one?' You ask?
I swear, I'll never tell.
Watch the golden carriage pass,
worshipping the god of farce,
while hungry subjects go to hell.

As the cry goes out! Long live the king!
Remember, the queen of hearts is dead!
See, gold is won by death and blood,
no merit marks that privilege.

Lisa Goodwin
1st May 2023

All lineages carry consciousness and history. Just like individuals, lineages have a living mythology... A story that defines and shapes them, affecting their behaviour and impact in the world. English royalty, like most royalty, has a dark past that is still part of its present time story.

Something about the nature of this coronation will create an energetic opportunity. It will make the core or heart of the lineage more open, fluid, and up for transformation.

Words have POWER, and as Elder Bard of Glastonbury, I will issue my own invitation to anyone around the world who would like to join me to send healing at the time of the coronation ritual. It starts on Saturday at 11am,and will go on for around 3 hours.

To some extent the opening will be available for the whole weekend, however it will be most ripe for transformation during the ritual itself, and right after.

There are several key moments and symbolic events which will provide a potential focus that you can choose from. (The wearing of the crown, the anointing, the journey in the golden carriage etc.)

If you would like to take part, the intention is to clear and transform, for the highest good of all, the heart of the English Royal Lineage.

Whatever your opinion of the British monarchy, this moment heralds a new era and is a potent point in the living mythology of the lineage. We, healers, wizards, witches and good people of good spirit, can collectively enhance and help create a movement in the core of the whole lineage.

With all the fun and flags, this weekend is a landmark event of pomp and Ceremony that takes place over three days. Street parties are being encouraged throughout the land. There will be a concert at Windsor Castle during which there will be a 'lighting up the nation' when major landmarks will be illuminated with lasers, drone displays and beacons lit.

This provides another focal point, a potent time to send healing and love to the heart of our nation.

There is more to be said, but that's it for now x

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It is National Poetry Day today - Hit me up with your words! The theme this year is The Environment ... plenty to work with then! Mine is in the comments.

“Wherever we are in our own unfolding is perfectly adequate. Our own intuition of what we’re called to is Reality speaking to us individually and perfectly. We have to listen to how the Infinite talks to us and leads us. Reality, life, the Infinite, God, has a way of leading us in just the perfect way, if we only just listen to it.”
~ Adyashanti
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Results Day

A star!
Be clever and
C the way to
Define the worth of
Each person
oF Distinction.
yoU made it!
Congratulations!
Kid, you got your results!

I hope you got what you needed,
From whatever the State provided,
That replication of information,
They decided to call education.

Whether you shone or whether you hid,
Amid the limitations.
However you didn't do or did,
Despite all the expectations.

Whatever the A,B,C
Of who is better than me.
The sum of all those years
Of coping with the fears,
And emotional equations,
Of complications at school.

Trying your best to be seen
To follow the rules,
While suffering fools.
Gladly or badly.
Trying to sit still,
Keep your cool.

However they scored you;
That mark on the paper,
To specify whether,
You are stupid or clever.
Know this;

You passed!

Oh Yes! You passed.
All the shoulder barges,
All the knocks and hardships.
The name calling,
And uniform rules.
The blisters you got from,
New school shoes.
All the expectations,
And unfounded limitations.

Through silent inner breakdowns,
In staged assembly breakthroughs,
Through all the lies and the truths.
All the not being heard
cos your only a youth.

You passed!
You made it!
You Aced it!

Yes, even if you didn't stick
around to face it,
And you were forced to choose,
To find another way through.
And learn in a way that suits you.

Yeah, you Aced it too.
Those mindful of the Peace,
of avoiding the Queues,
Those who crossed the I's,
and spotted the Tease.

You see;
Genius isn't in a GCSE;
We are fabulous and unique,
Nurturing A Level of brilliance,
That no one could ever see,
From looking at your A,B, C’s
Defined in a score on a sheet.

So whatever the number or letter,
And despite the contradiction,
Know that you did so much better!
And that's a worthy Distinction.

Lisa Goodwin - August 2014

Blake's Albion - Napowrimo 12 - Really Wanna Go I absolutely love this image of Blake's Albion. It expresses such optimism and freedom. That is why I was so pleased to find this prompt

Dreams of an Absent Father

Wildest dreams of Silverstone, I saw you win the race.
Fist clouted air, but I never saw your face.
You brought champagne and flowers to a seven year old dream,
I know you came; you knew how much it would mean.

First mate upon your dream ship. A Merchant Vessel spent;
Swallowed the essence from a telegram you sent.
A box of cards to open in a teenage romance,
Tracing letters where I know your hand once danced.

Flew with you to Africa and saw zebras on the plain,
Real, in colour, father, brought to life again.
With babe in arms, a mother. I looked and thought I saw,
A beaming grandpa peering through the door.

Now life without the hero who’s eulogy I see.
Very much missed by wife, kids, grandchildren.
And me.
Two lives you lived. The one you knew; with wife and family,
And the one that I created was kept alive with me.

So, am I to mourn you? To kill the childhood dream.
Allow your death to tarnish my imagination’s gleam?
No. I’ll never say goodbye, since we never said hello.
Kinship passed us by like a wing of wicked crow.

I never will imagine you lying in a grave.
Nor deny your presence and the love you gave,
To bring this soul to being, to let me have my dream,
Of absent father hero on whom my whole world leaned.

Lisa Goodwin Fathers day 2018

Image, sunset on fathers day 2022 at Glastonbury Festivals

Glastonbury Festival Poetry Slam Champion 2019 I won the poetry slam in 2019 which not only means I have a free ticket this year and I get to perform on the Poetry and Words stage on Sunday night. It also means I have …

Lisa Goodwin "Rubbish"

Shall I compare thee, laughter, light and love,
to expectations of the common man?
Is water, food and shelter not enough,
to make us feel we’re dealt a decent hand?

For all those seekers, reaching for the light,
who grasp the shadow of the early morn.
Who, waking hungry from eternal night,
then face the rising of a daily storm.

Yet, is it safe to sit amidst the shade?
To witness all the damage that's been done.
To hold the darkness, then to feel embraced,
By gems of truth that never seek the sun.

Can love and light and laughter then remain,
when what we hide in shadows is betrayed?

Lisa Goodwin
May 2020

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EPIC GOOD POSTER! Nice one, Scott Tyrrell - ace artwork!
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