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Monday, August 27, 2018

Vikings In Burning Eyes

In bitter winds, by violent sea
Watching long for Norsemen strong
Upon the hard rocks sits she

Eyes of sky, locks of wheat
Waving o'er rose petal cheeks
Tender fingers blue and meek
As the days and nights 
Span into weeks

O waters high 
Churning low
A watery grave 
Is for ye now
Fortunes turning
Upon your brow
To kiss your head
With coin and bread
Or breakers foam
The flooded tomb
In seaweeded 
Jorgmungandr's home

Like the lightening cold and stark
Riding Storm and thunder
The Vikings come from old Denmark 
For conquest and for plunder 

Turning the waves into weapons 
That are swift, forceful and sure
Like great eagles with sharp talons
They descend upon the shore

Striking horror and bloody terrors In the dark of night
Then in early morning and dawning tides flooding 
As dragon boated warriors swept away out of sight

The raiders became unknowing captives 
In spite of their awesome terrible might
For a boy's burning eyes beheld the motion
Of the quaking Asgardians' flight, 
Upon the deep and blue molten ocean 
Waves and swords flashing in the blinding light

Gone from the land a terrible blight,
Yet In fitful sleep he hears them alright 
The Mother tries to calm her child's fright
But the moonless shadows keep on singing
A Ghostly song Ringing, a calling out in the night
Chanting, boasting, shouting 
With gusto and bloodthirsty delight

O waters high and
Churning low
A watery grave 
Is for ye now
Fortunes turning
Upon your brow
To kiss your head
With coin and bread
Or breakers foam
The flooded tomb
In seaweeded 
Jorgmungandr's home





Friday, August 24, 2018

Run


Run
The sightless watchers -are kingsmen come
More necks do they spy
More lives do they seek to plumb
They In Godless harmony

Run
To a quiet place get out now
Take the hog 
And the sow
Dog and cat
Horse and cow
Don’t look back
Run for your life
Or you will end up 
like lots wife

Run
Go to the Synagogue
Drink of the Decalogue
Go to the church
Open up every heart and cry
Heaven thy soul to search
Get ye to a nunnery
Find a sacred tent
Before the bloody leftists
Take thy soul to rent
Go now to monastery
Seek out the apothecary

Run
Teach your children well
Lest the girls say "add to me"
The boys " cut mine away to hell"
There is no place for elders
No place for the child
Spokesmen kill with actions
With flowery words beguile

Run
Who said it’s wrong to question
Or some were weeds to pull
Who offered a final solution
Gave education and media’s masses
A pollution of sullied lies to cull
No place for God in heaven
Unless there’ll be some killin
No place for the Messiah
Unless violent or false religion
The turned around
Can no longer turn away
For the lies whispered softly
Have turned their minds to clay
The compassionate heart melts
Gone in the taken day
But even as blind men bluff
Others see love’s way
To hope and trust enough
In truth’s final play 

Run
Listen and understand
Hear what the wise winds say 
When the leaders
Follow a fallen star
Broken, deceived bleeders                 
Chasing power from afar 
Little birds, the weak and children
Plead: "no molestar, no molestar
Rising above the world’s cauldron
With creation they utter a prayer
Groaning in consternation and with fear
“Save us oh Holy One, save us                                                                                                  From From the tyrannical, pain, tears, death and despair”

epilogue... for see they do yet come for us all

Friday, August 10, 2018

Travel On



They like alligators
Slip into the passing flows
Out from the paths
They follow a rose
As into the sunset

My mind goes 
On to better places
Leave the day behind
Some treasure lost
In the night to find

Back now
To the wanton belly
Of the way –
On the fast pace
Of the black river

Back now 
To the vanishing horizon
Of this event
The curve of the road sinks
Beneath the wheels

My thoughts are left behind
The projected vision
Of red tail lights up ahead –
Locked in a film noir
Of blacks and greys tonight.....

Climbing climbing – pulled
Like a moth in the moonlight
By the magnet of life
The words are gone ..
The pics are gone...

and so am I for now....

Travel on, travel on,
Travel on my friend...

Thursday, August 02, 2018

Little Girl


Little Girl

Who took the joy from your eyes little girl
Who stole the glow of your pearl
Who took the sun away from your shine
Why in your glass is there no wine
Gone is the day, left only blackened ash
Where is the love in your cup little lass
Tis not lost on those who see little girl
That thread of pain in your words little girl
Who put the dark in the way of your sight
As you wither from sufferings in the night
Sweetest one, who emptied your flash of light
A curse on those who have robbed you little girl -
Will not right the past nor the ache that you feel
So I pray that peace set your mind and heart to heal
As fair winds fall gently upon your flowing tresses’ curl
That you may dance and sing o’er field and heathered world
And Jasmine dew fill your life with good once again little girl.



Friday, July 13, 2018

A Lullaby Prayer


A Lullaby Prayer

A Lullaby prayer
After the funeral
Came news of the newborn
Later
In the deep
I saw them
In the waves of time
Standing in the light
Of my childhood home
Asking -how have you been
And -what’s been going on
Would you like a cup of coffee
She asked, but then
I left out
In the night
Of the city
Looking
For someone,  
A brother
Of a different mother
But lost in the concentration
I stood among them
On the terraced hills and streets
Throngs of youth
Waiting, watching, cheering
For a concert, football or some event
Once again
I was at a loss and lost
To put together my way in life
But comforted by the display
On the faces of the future
And the hope shown there
Eyes aglow
And smiles in their words
Contrasted by the despair
Like a negative reflection
On the surface of darkened alley ways
O’er those hills and peoples I flew
In the silent craft of surreal circles
Aware of a need
A nagging feeling that
I had an appointment to keep
With yet another loved one
Should I be surprised in
The light of morning
That the times past
The experience present
And the vision future
Are joined in one place
As Family, babies, friends
Life, society, death
With the cold moonstruck dew
Rising into day
Spiraling, Ascending
Toward Completion
In the brightness
The flash of heat
From eternal shores
To infinite oceans
Pure, white
Spirit’s breath
And sight
Creation’s
Flight
Old
To new
Set
Aright

Thursday, July 05, 2018

Counting On Florida


To southern Florida 1 2 3
Let’s go there just you and me
Take a hot tip for a nice trip to Miami
White sands, t-shirts and dolphins to see
4 5 6 clear jellyfish on the shining sea shore
Hammerhead sharks just above the rich sea floor
We’ll walk the green croc and the occasional alligator
As we stomp down hard on our fan boat’s accelerator
7 8 9 feeling so fine in a comfortable sweltering recline
Sipping up some bubbly sweet ice cold Moscato wine
Sleeping on a sunny beach, or snorkeling the blue coral shell
Dancing, Kissing, romancing, strolling in damp night back to the hotel
Clouds haze rolling past the moonlight’s gaze upon a glimmering ocean swell
Tides overwhelming our secret silky silent spell, hours slipping well past 10 11 12
Fireworks and starfish flung far above lighting up across the humid coastal sky
Heat lightning flashing throughout purple velvet making the heavens cry
In darkness deep lay a swimming waves keep where nothing can be seen
Only faces, feelings, visions and reelings of memories that we dream
Until foaming the waters flee away from day’s brilliant dawning gleam
White gulls and pelicans preening and teaming after fishes keen
Way down in the crashing slap of a Floridian spray and steam
Far below our perch 13 14 15 levels high up in the game
16 17 18 breathes the tanning, playing surfing scene
19 20 21 winter, spring, and summer fun in FLA’s sun
22 me and you, 23 see the sea, 24 + 1 lines, 25 alive
Add food, friends and family to join in the revelry
So I say to you old chum, away to that Shangri-La  
In happy total sum, always count on Florida.

Tiffany Song


Tiffany honey
You are so lovely
Mellow as the month of May
Tiffany honey you are my sunny day

You’re in a quandary
We’re having a baby
We got no money to play
Tiffany darling everything’s gonna be ok

Sometimes get moody
Happy and angry
Colder than a winter’s day
It doesn’t matter, we work it out anyway

We could get married
With friends and family
Wedding bands and everlasting vows
Dry your eyes Tiffany, let me see you smile

Now we’re together
It’s not always easy
Wouldn’t have any other way
Sweet loving Tiffany and kids, we’re a family.

Precious Sail


Precious sail on whom the winds did prevail
When you were but young and pale
Filled you up and carried you in heavy gale
Who can tell of the hell cast in the open sea
When far out the wind cries away with thee
When black clouds the hull enshroud
And you reach out a friendly hand noble and proud
As you list from side to side in the heave and pitch
What devil, what witch would sling thee into watery ditch
But you were beautifully made and strong
Who would have predicted you’d round the horn
Not once, not twice but so many, many times in life
Only to spy the ice at the poles and the equator slice
No matter the sea squalls and ice, you had been tied thrice
Set tall and wide along the splintery oaken mast
From the time the silk was sewn your life was cast
Made like a morning mist ‘neath the sun, of finest silk
Embracing ocean’s breath with cloth, coursing o’er the wavy depth
Were you running away from terror or pursuing a dream
Both perhaps, in sailing’s up and down stormy scheme
With bell overhead and rippling flag the sound did nag
Bell Ringing, or tolling, then clanking out like a sea hag
Flag snapping, and cracking or hissing of something wrong
Yet sometimes happy like a bird you sang a joyful song
Sounding the depths and anchoring sunny safe harbor
Set about by children and pets playing in grass and arbor
Until the next journey to the cape should begin
Another battle with storm and sea to be won
The little seaside town kept vigil for your return
Spyglasses peering, tracking horizon up and down
Fiery sunset turned blackest night to reddened eyes
Then dazed sunrise catching salty hearts by surprise
Whitecaps riding sweeping gusts of shrieks and cries
Brought news, the lighthouse stood in disbelief and sighs
Your vessel had broken in violence against the reef
Sliding down watery embankments in tempest deep
But you, it is said, were broken free of moorings and taken
Carried up on high in beautiful display a by whirlwind in the sky
Dolphins, Terns, gulls, pelicans and pipers yet travel sea and coast
Hoping to see you in windswept coat and then to the world of your glory boast
But you are sure to be found in the heaving hearts of friends who loved you most


For Maggie May in fond memory of M. Shelley

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Fine Feline Fellow


In the baby’s breath of morning
With the sun’s face warmly calling
Came a sound outside my window
I spied there a fine feline fellow
Shining coat, eyes of yellow
Black and white, lithe and rippling
Exotic moment; I felt like Rudyard Kipling
Psssht! Said I, dressed in my bedroom array
Surprised, tail saluting he scurried quickly sidling away
Later at the breakfast table
Between the bites of oats and maple

Outside, rustling green leaves in the orange tree’s 2nd story
Up the branch padded the cat in all his stalking glory
Out came I to offer him helping arms and hands
But his fierce and glowering look spoke of other plans
So I went back into the house, onto coffee, sugar and cream
As I grabbed my leather bag to leave, I heard the mouser scream
Cup, bag and keys in hand, I rushed out the back door
Mr. 9 lives was in the garden, like a dragon on the moor
What hobbit had he seen that spooked his lives to 8?
As a giant I peered down intently through the many flowers sweet
Senses alerted but finding naught and the hour was getting late
When suddenly he pounced back into the flora bed, earnestly in a crouch
But something moved, and with hair straight and his back up in an arch
The puss jumped high and away from his march, right out of his boots
As something prehistoric hissed and backed into the bushy roots
The big Lizard’s tail switched violently as I caught his terrible gaze
In an instant the fairy monster had disappeared into the greenery’s maze
The kitten wanted to pursue, but with water I shoo’d him away
Then I went off to office work and he to sunny play.



Friday, May 18, 2018

Everything Is Broken


EVERYTHING IS BROKEN

Everything is broken
Everything falling down
The things I thought I knew
The people that I’ve known
The sadness of it all
Like Ophelia’s gown
Plunged in darkest waters
Begins to pull one down
Weight upon the shoulders
Weight upon the back
Bursting heart asunder
Tired soul’s hope doth crack
Looking to the sky
Look into the earth
Ask the question why
Shadows cloak the girth
Clothes of burlap sack
In the falling ash
Turn ‘round wondering eye
All the world is black
Where is friend and family?
Who hath made us foes?
Killing with our words
Ugly thoughts come and go
Tangled forests of the mind
Melting globe’s failing show

Bathed in  moonlit lava flow
Piercing lilith’s terabinth
Glowing sweat upon the brow
Running out the breath
Wearying the violent clay
Pale in swamp and pouring rain
The whooping crane flies away
Dost thou flee a lost friendship's pain
Or be ye a shade upon the land
Sent to rent the cloth once sane  
Deathly soldier with sickle in thy hand
O roaring destroyer come among us, 
Go back From whence you came,
Away from warm hearth's loving brand
Kill not the rose, 
Cast not thy poison o'er the brae
Descension, hate and lies sowing in the heart of man
May you and cursing die in the blinding light of day
When the brilliant shock of Heaven’s Sun 
Doth reign life upon us once again.