colossal statues were three thousand years old
found in Sardinia in 1974
carved by the Nuragic civilization
depicting warriors on Easter Island
We thought they were only heads
Until someone decided to dig down
They are full-bodied
Buried up to their necks
How did they carve stone back in the day?
Is it odd kings were not represented?
Only archers, boxers and warriors
Many theories are bantered about
Easter island holds on to her mysteries
Intriguing and enticing archeologists
Keeping the Nuragic civilization alive
Three thousand years later
Perhaps that was the purpose?
If Harold had spied with his little eye
the arrow flying his way
at the Battle of Hastings in 1066
the English may have won the day
but the French bastard William the Norman
prevailed and won the upper hand
to conquer the last Anglo-Saxon king
of this green and pleasant land
when King Henry V led his army of archers from Wales
at the Battle of Agincourt in 1415
in revenge the English to the French did bid 'Adieu'
which began the tales
longbowmen were first to finger the V-sign 'pluck yew'
but it's merely a myth it's not true
What I see in stars above is extremely wearisome,
with useless inane details that I wish I never knew.
Light years, space-time, black holes, big bangs,
myriads of pricks 'n specks a billion miles away - who cares?
I've been over-dubbed, deluded, and robbed,
of the romance, songs, stories,
and delightful spiritual legends
that ancient master star gazers saw
in stars above.
Hunter and archers with sword, belt, arrows and shield,
A veritable zoo of animals - lion, ram, bull, bear, llama, emu,
goat, scorpion, fish and severed heads, under arms.
Pots and pans, the scrub-a-dub dish that
ran away with the spoon.
Regal Heracles, Achilles and Troy in battles raging skyward
Bickering Gods, Virgins, Kings and Queens with kids and twins.
Action-men Pharaohs, wannabee Gods,
leaping from pyramid tops,
onto the ladder of the Milky Way, which is -
The River of Heaven, Road of Souls
The Spilled Breast Milk of Hera the Mother God
The seed-strew pathway the mighty Emus trod,
pecking their way,
In stars above.
We all should get out and look up more!
Gazing with ancient eyes into the sky above,
reveling to see and enjoy what they saw,
in stars above.
There's a solar wind that's contained; in the night of space
Shadows find nowhere to show; the inner light of space
Impossible to touch, it leaves us; without a trace
Frozen rings of breathing streams blasting the bright of space
No room for contrite just beguiling hearts in this place
Wall-less holding back no ones screams; in the g'night of space
All around, will be found that heartbeats heard, do keep pace
These stars are but infernos; within the blight of space
A. Scorpio, target of archers bow sites' embrace
Water that steams itself, of all desired sight of space
Two choices I had, which life served
Fight it or take a flight
Flight was tempting, why else did I have my wings?
Death waits for me on either side, the archers being veterans.
I fly, but not as high
Fear of death burdening my back
I fall to the ground, the easy choice is gone
Death becomes my inevitable fate
Burdensome fear vanishes leaving a sore of my last mistake.
I pick my wings, I sheath myself, this time
To fight the abusive arrows, deliberately hurled
Feathery wings or Iron Shield?
Perception diluting their difference
My wings can be anything I want them to be
Today a shield, tomorrow an Umbrella
Protecting me from the scorching heat of evil thoughts .
Or a Life Boat surviving my inner dark storms.
Or a paint brush painting the empty canvas of my mind with awareness of self.
The labyrinth of love
butterflies in stomach
First touch hand in hand
spiral bound pages ready for scribbling
handwritten page by page throughout
Imagine being somewhere you don't recognise
pretty lost and clueless
how to arrive out ?
The world is complex and enchanting
Archers stand at the entrance and exit
We walk this sacred path, together
Navigates through each curve
Every now and then we need to be reminded
that stars need darkness to shine
There is a lesson to be learned in every situation
Desperately, we yearn to understand the answers
on the complicated mystery
- what is the conclusion ?
Where life and dream meet and separate
of harmonious words into eternity
The soul gets bird wings and flies freely
I've feasted at your table
Have tasted your sweet wine
Made love to you at midnight
Our bodies well entwined
But your heart is like a castle
Surrounded by a wall
Guarded by your archers
Who are at your beck and call
Each archer's quivered arrows
Have tips of poison words
Never know when they shoot them
Though every word is heard
If one don's their armor
They may miss their mark
If you forget to put it on
Poison always hits the heart
Say that you need no one
As you sit upon your throne
Thinking "I can rule my kingdom
So much better all alone"
Well, I've been in that castle
When I let my armor down
Just as quick you closed the gate
To protect your tarnished crown
Every refuge has a price
It's how much you want to pay
Life may have done you wrong
Still, you get older every day
You are not the only one
Who has lost at love before
So get your ass off your throne
At least open up that door
a fawn frolics free 'cross the meadow
coat aglow, bathed in sunshine
her young buck sleeps apace, never stirring
wrapped in arms of conifers, tall pines
the fawn pauses to sniff the chill forest
sorrow's torment streams toward her heart
shots ring out, dogs bay, crimson sky ~
archers yawn, another fawn's cry
What is there left for one to believe in
to trust, hold sacred, defend with one’s life.
When were beauty’s rainbow taut bowed archers
laid resting in gray holes of mindless greed?
Could not the eyes be lifted on frail wings
the heart be told the folly of its lies
as every beat became a drummers call
uncover fallen arc from darkened veil.
What was it caused the colors to so pale
that light could not refract nor reignite
the cloudless arch of chariots long past
nor darkness hide the shame of lost belief.
12/23/2021
"B" Forms, 10 Plus lines Poetry Contest
The fort is surrounded with vendors of all the local eateries.Clowns and acrobats bend and cackle
between the fire eaters' breath.Stallions of italy rise to hind as Russian bear dances
to instruments of the unfamiliar, Broken archers battle for gold and soldiers roll on sodden mud dirt
just to claim victory
weapons unused glisten with a summers scant
A bearded behemoth with stance of folded arm and a beam of pride
at the vicious concoctions, points and barbs with subtly inset jewels of polished facet
Like an archer who bends his bow
and holds an arrow with a steady hand
his target his only sight
already visualising the slain doe in his hands
Before she falls she already sees the archers
arrow leaving its bow,
a split second both pair of eyes make contact
Both open, one pair to see no more.
The hunter now the hunted
See’s into the recess of her soul
in the deep pool of her eyes
Her head turned towards her fawn
She stood her ground the target she had to be
The fawn now bucked and leapt into the forest
A doe to be a mother to fawns
Her sacrifice a befitting one
Her soul released carried on a gentle
breeze towards the golden sun.
24.1.2021
The turret view tells of looming onslaught,
of grievous weapons our enemies brought.
The petrary and ballistae amongst the worst.
May their soldiers and their kings be curst!
We are outnumbered in bodies, not spirit.
Our will is strong, our resolve with merit.
We stand against what the battle may bring.
Together we fight for country and King!
Arm yourselves with long launchers and bows.
Archers to the bailey, ready the throws.
Armor yourselves with gambeson and shield.
Die standing, take no knee, nor otherwise yield!
The battle won, our praises to God we sing.
Today we rebuild for country and King!
Clanging of metal disturbed her and her she-wolf in no way
Morgana was a Clewinder warrior and ready for the task
Her unborn children lay asleep deeply within her womb
She could not think of them now, took a swig from flask.
The archers were summoned next, they took out dozens.
It was a battle worth seeing, made Morgana feel powerful and smart.
She was in her prime, ripe for marriage, twenty-eight moons gone.
Ready to fight, her prowess known among the troops of her heart.
Are you ready? Her father asked. Of course he knew the answer.
Born a warrior, she would happily die a warrior, his daughter-son.
We fought hard that day, swiftly slashing and killing the enemy.
His last earth memory was of Morgana and her she-wolf Denemy.
Clanging of metal disturbed her in no way
Lauma was a warrior and ready for the task
Her unborn children lay deep within her womb
Could not think of them now, took a swig from flask.
The archers were summoned next, they took out dozens.
It was a battle worth seeing, made Lauma feel powerful and smart.
She was in her prime, twenty-eight moons gone,
Ready to fight, her prowess known among the troops of her heart.
Lauma, are you ready? Her father asked. Of course he knew the answer.
She had been born a warrior, and she would die a warrior, his daughter-son.
She fought hard that day, slashing and killing the enemy swiftly and neatly.
The last sight I had was of Lauma glancing at her annihilator in the summer sun.
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water dark seeds to the accuser of thy brethren Look at the Battle scene War Soliders armed with John 3:16 Through Christ God have His Body Death now we now all Redeemed Life Thank God for Christ My Heart screams in War while shooting while the Bible bleeds Holy Sword Shield of Faith blocking dark beams fiery darts the archon archers squeeze bow and arrows I’m in Gods Team Team Jesus God in Me I’m the bad guy for telling the truth enemy of the world wonder how would they treat me if I was on the dark side Christ Died for me now I go hard and God sees Christ Salvation We The Army The righteous are bold as a lion Salute to my brothers in Christ Soldiers of Christ in This war Put on The Lords Might Power of Elohim tell my adversaries Good night sleep there’s No rest for the wicked sleep tight Revelations Second Coming of Christ with A Sword like a theif in the night Jesus Christ the Army I’m a beam of Light God Son
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