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The Balking Mire of Fanghandrath
‘Twas late when the misted veils
Suck and drew
‘pon the reeking fetters of claxon screams
Wailing echoed dismal to
Too late for lantern to pick a path
In the trickster passages
Of the boggish marsh
The Balking Mires of Fanghandrath
Where ‘oer the shake-ed sheaves domain
The Shadow Hunter was know to claim
The souls of less fortune given men
Or the eyes of the innocent
Aye ! They told the story well
Should the hunter of shadows
‘pon your path befall
would devour all in The Balking Mires of Fanghandrath
But needs must some they need
To prove their bravery
Of foolish men never seen again
Returning from the trickster paths of Fanghandrath
Of one such a man who’s courage by beer
Was made stalwart young and without fear
Through the haunted waste he dared to travel
When the misted veils suck and drew
Not yet half way there before the chill ate his bones
And from the rear the rushing fear
Did The Shadow Hunter draw ‘pon his heart
In noisome fog the Rake appeared
Too far to hear the sounds of screams
Too lost in the mazes of dead beaten reeds
To mouth-less to utter a prayer
And beseech the fate of balking mires
No wind it was the laugh, the laugh of Fanghandrath
The hunger of its desolate seed
To feed ‘pon the soul
Of innocent and less fortune given men
‘Twas not till dawn when he reached the rim
Ashen grey his youth had gone
And no shadow did he cast in morning sun
No shadows fall on The Balking Mires of Fanghandrath
Thence they come, these thoughts again
As I brood, on mind thus dimmed
Fraught with doubt, crossed by light
Naught but rout, mine sublime such night
Shall I muse on love or war
Fall on fuse or seek Paramour
Laugh or cower in shadows of mire
Caraf or bower or madness my sire...
First is love, that Venus sin venal
That gloves us, that makes great what might be menial
Ye Gods that strike us and make us wonder
What askance could discover, instead we blunder
Next is war, to which we hasten, alight
Vex't too far, we hurry, eyes red bright
For what do we stand, for what reason we fall
For lauds or bands, or glory for all
Last is madness, that indefinable mount
Fast it abandons, leaves a cur, a lout
Yet while in this life it hobbles, in-famy arraigns
In eternity recorded is all but fame
William* knew love, was a master unmatched
In his words our nature unmasked, unlatched
Lee* was a genius, in a cause infamous
The perfect warrior, strong-gentle-just
Poe* was a daemon, Pandora, of dark
Yet lauded after, today our 'Goth' art
Which embodiment was true, was pure?
Which could you most admire, follow, ENDURE?
Could you follow if combin'd in all
As Dumas* once quipped, one for all?
What human could be them, combine in power
Would he be tyrant, belov'd?-Sought?-cowered?
Was he Alexander, of whom knowledge bereft
Was he then Caesar, Cleo*-love, General, Epilept*?
I know not who embodied - genii* of three
Yet at some point existed this man, tri-breed
I know which of these I am, maybe
Yet which one are ye, God damned though may be
if needs must decree ye must be
choose from these distinct sep-equal* three.
* Notes
William - William Shakespeare
Lee - Robert E. Lee
Poe - Edgar Allan Poe
Dumas - Alexandre Dumas
Cleo - Cleopatra
Epilept - Epileptic
Genii - distinctive character or spirit, as of a nation,
period, or language (plural)
*Sep-equal - Separate but equal
with apologies to William Blake
Hamster! Hamster! Spinning 'round
As the chimes of midnight sound,
Must you run that wheel so late
When I'd rather take sleep's bait?
Your actions make me ponder
This endless need to wander;
To run, though you have no goal,
As if Satan sought your soul.
O hamster, mine, please explain
Why you needs must cause me pain?
Why eschew the sun's bright beam
For Mistress Moon's cold white gleam?
Though born to be nocturnal,
Aspire to life diurnal
Lest your status in this house
Sink to equal that of Mouse
And your handsome fuzzy back
Provide Kitty with a snack,
Bringing silence at long last
After Kitty's said repast.
Hamster! Hamster! Spinning 'round
As the chimes of midnight sound
Must you run that wheel so late
When I'd rather take sleep's bait?
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The Tyger
BY WILLIAM BLAKE
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Sir Harold, Knight, the valiant swain
Did call his Lady Nell.
He held her close and kissed her hand
And bade her sweet farewell.
"Forth from here I needs must go
My swainly Lady Nell.
I shall return, my bonny lass
To hear our wedding bell."
"Ignoble lord, I'll wait for you,"
The lady she did say.
"Don't forget my diamond ring;
The wedding's set for May.
"I'd like three chests of herbs and spice
And a blooded horse to ride.
If these you manage Harold, dear,
I'll be a happy bride."
Sir Harold, Knight, the henpecked swain
Did ride upon the wind
That he might fight and battle see
In armor made of tin.
"For Lady Nell," he cried in war,
"For her the fight be won!"
He smote his foe with courage great;
The battle soon was done.
Sir Harold, Knight, the honored swain
Returnéd home to Nell.
He greeted her and she did say,
"Harry, you were swell!"
But Harold, Knight, was two months late,
And Lady Nell had news:
"I waited long as I could wait;
Just call me Lady Hughes."
Sir Harold, Knight, the spurnéd swain,
Did bludgeon Lady Nell.
"I forgot the damnéd diamond ring,
And since she's dead, it's just as well."
My teeth are sharp and long
Hunger rouses me from rest
A family to feed
I needs must do my best
I travel many miles
Just some poachers kill lying around
I am not touching that.
Carrion picks food from the ground
The trees begin to thin, I can be seen
Where do I search for my prey?
My eyes are good, my nose is keen
My family are hungry another day.
The trees are sparse almost disappeared
The have been cut and dragged away
This was my hunting ground
But I see no recognizable prey.
A human on two legs
A scythe in his hand
But my family need some food
And this prey cannot take a stand
Hunger prompts me on
My family may die
This is the food I’ll take
One leap, he sees his last sky
No fight, no weight to drag him home
But there was no other meat
These humans waving sticks and guns
But my tiger speed they will not beat.
I could be like the carrion picking at the scraps
The body’s poachers are killing
But my home is being ravaged
By those humans, who the soil are tilling.
No thought for me and my family
Except to hang my skin on a wall
But my family come first
And will until from hunger, we all shall fall.
© 16/08 2013
contest entry
When I was a child, I had no fear,
With Mama and Daddy always near.
I liked to swing on the garden gate,
With never a thought of tempting fate.
No one could tease me or make me cry
With my four brothers standing by.
The guilty were scared right out of their socks
By protectors aching to clean their clocks.
As and aged adult, I find I've changed,
Since the whole world has become deranged.
Every loose package could contain a bomb
And every strange man, a Peeping Tom.
All of my protectors have been taken away
My home is a prison of fear today.
When needs must take me from the house,
I hurry back home like a frightened mouse.
02/13/16
She came from a life of obscurity
Pushed into the constant scrutiny
from the locals and around the world.
No longer allowed to be a simple girl.
She used her popularity and fame
Treating everyone the same.
She showed compassion to the dying
Held children that were sick and crying.
She rolled up her sleeves and dug in
Helping to bring supplies and medicine
to the part of the world most never see.
She knew her status could bring publicity.
So the world ould see plights of the people.
Hoping that more aid for them would be helpful
Now those moments are nothing but a memory
Captured in writing and photography.
She's the example that we should follow
Never being afraid to let our feeling show.
Treat others as our equals in life
Whether it's a stranger, or husband and wife.
she raised her sons to do the same
So they carry on the work honoring her name.
I try to have courage, to remain strong
and protect the weak that are treated wrong.
I think of her often when I meet people in need
and know this is someone She' gladly feed.
I am comfortable doing what she'd easily do.
though I don't need the whole world knowing what I do.
In memory of Princess Diana. Who used her status and her heart to show how true royalty should care about the people around them and not be afraid to get dirty once in a while or help dress a stranger or give food to a hungry child.
they forgot what caring was really all about till she left the royal palace and became a queen to her people. No need for a crown and status. They gave their devotion to Lady Di.
I have always thought of people the way she did. Often putting away my on needs for the needs of others and knowing the difference between who we are and what we are and that needs must always come before the wants in life.© 23 hours ago, Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts
~~~~GO ON... SON~~~~
At the edge of your nail
dancing of success
requesting for time and effort
from you, to have a grasp
I needs must sweat
to have endless acquire
What one acquires with one's sweat
goes endless years
My son, what sweat you've shed
to say it is enough
next steps that lies forth you
maybe the key to success
So relax not
in pursuing your dream.
~~~~ROSE~~~~
At the coastline of a stream
stood a beautiful rose
I wondered, had she a mermaid
but fresh from head to toe
without a fish tail
A thoughtless wind
tossing to and fro her attire
as a swaying kite
I moved to her
within her angelic eyes
A chime of lonelyness
Like a ringing-bell
My heart danced
singing song of infatuation
I wanted to say HI girl
Suddenly, I heard humming
Of a speedboat from afar
She smiled; is it for me?
Is the smile for me?
I thought
She moved toward the guy
and then into the boat
Anger smiled within me
the surf burst into laughing
I watched them
as they begin to go
till they vanished within empty space.
His path was obscure, his eyes laced with dust;
Persued by clouds and a chill, howling gust-
Loyal to one whose heart he did yearn;
Beset with some hardship at every turn-
His horse has power and spirit indeed,
With stealth he strikes with blazing speed!
The carnage he saw day after day
And wicked men lying in death's array-
Through clashing armor, he needs must go on,
To rescue his love, imprisoned beyond!
The battle was fierce and fought within sight,
Of the maiden so fair, who loved the white knight!
The Poverty of This World
“15 The wealth of the rich is their fortified city, but poverty is the ruin of the poor. 16 The wages of the righteous is life, but the earnings of the wicked are sin and death.” Prov 10:15-16 NIV
The Poverty of This World
Is due to a lack of love.
Man’s disinterest in his fellow man
Is watched by God above.
If each heart was touched by compassion,
What a different world we would see;
There’d be much less selfishness;
Clean water available as a necessity.
We have so much to be grateful for—
God has provided it all.
Let’s pray we can make a difference
To the poor whose voices silently call.
They need food and shelter
And should never be denied.
Because of billions hoarded,
The accumulation of wealth should be decried.
Let’s pray for hearts to be softened,
And the needs of others to be met.
Needs must be provided for
Before salvation can be set.
Even those who have no money,
Can pray for the needs instead.
God will make provision;
He did from five fishes and two loaves of bread.
The Poverty of This World
Should make us all ashamed,
That we do not do more for others;
Only we ourselves can be blamed.
One person can make a difference;
One heart is better than none.
One heart that’s open to Jesus—
Claims the needs of poverty to be won.
© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
THE WAY TO A HOLISTIC LIFE – VALUES ABSOLUTE
Why would I keep your life in the world,
when you trying to take mine out?
What kind of damn fool I am as lover?
I do not know hate?
This is philosophy.
Heed me!
Why would I love you more than I love myself?
I am number one; however, you can come next.
God said put no man before me.
I am in his likeness as a human being.
This is philosophy.
Adhere!
The Lord told Abraham sacrifice no more.
My needs must come first.
Renunciation is a Buddhist creed.
Why would I deny my needs?
This is philosophy.
Procure!
If I am without belief, I lack epitome.
Celestial knowledge vested.
The universe origin and those that were discovered,
is a viewpoint to ponder.
This is philosophy.
Mindfulness fulfills!
Take notice to wrong
to make the right.
Build a bridge of crossing in meeting of the minds.
Consensus is what is desired.
This is philosophy.
Open your eyes to the love of humanity.
The world is not promised to us.
Earth is not a sacrifice given by Jehovah.
The Lord God Jehovah gave his only begotten son,
Jesus Christ Lord, so the earth would not perish.
This is philosophy.
Values absolute!
We named her Miss Sundae, our cat with a cause
She looks like a princess in 'Dairy Queen' sauce ...
(Vanilla ice cream, and butterscotch paws)
A calico lady of gold, brown and white
Her royalty reigns every day, every night
It's a ritual for her to sit on the back of the chair
Always there, near the desk, where I'm trying to write
While I'm sipping my coffee, she'll bask in the light
I'll scan the newspaper, digesting the news
But such effort's in vain, ...it is simply no use!
To read today's headlines, and the stories, so bleak
the economy's headaches, or the news of the week
Perhaps it is Sundae's practical joke...
She may have a bit of a jealous streak!
For she prods and she pokes, craving my strokes
She pokes holes in the paper....hops on my knees
Purring with ease....getting under my chin...with her Cheshire grin
Pushing aside, or squeezing within
She paws at my paper, this pesky dear pet
Requiring attention, her needs must be met!
If I'm reading a book, or there's a needle to thread
I must stop what I'm doing, and love her instead!
She creates a distraction, demands satisfaction
If a computer's in use....she needs no excuse
To lie on the keyboard....whatever her muse
It's all in her skill...with her purring.....I'm still...
At her mercy....my feline, she's a furry old cat
But I love her, my Sundae.......it's as simple as that!
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Out of Eden
Through life I tread and restless, toil ….
… in sorrow - in remorse.
“Oh why, oh why?”, myself I ask,
I’m surely not to blame.
But then my world around collapsed…
…so useless I exist.
“I’ll try. I’ll try”, out loud I cried,
needs must, I will survive.
This mount of woes, I scale with hope…
…and further I shall climb.
How high, how high, shall be my goal
Let not the doubts defeat.
I near the peak, through God-assist…
…I found my strength in faith.
And by and by the goal I reach
God Will - the fight I’ll win.
The fight is on, I’m armed to hilt…
…this mountain I did climb.
I cry “Veni, Vidi Vici”…
…I’ve reached my Heavenly Home!!
(The Fg 81.5.8)
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My garden today, suffering. No rain for weeks, hosepipe ban expected anytime soon. Unfortunately, I only have one water butt and that's dangerous low. Using a watering can, time-consuming but its a question of needs must. I'd hate for my butterfly bushes to not bloom. Many species of butterfly are under threat of extinction in the United Kingdom, in my locale I have not recorded the wall brown for over twenty years, used to be quite common, even in my garden. This day, even though we are all experiencing a glorious summer, the butterflies are struggling to recover from the recent bad springtimes' and non-existent summers. The heavy rainfalls and colder than average temperatures being a big factor in their demise. Today, I have up to 1500 hours, (21st July 2018), only recorded one speckled wood, one holly blue, several cabbage whites, both large and small, a very poor day indeed, however, better than none at all, of course, I do mean butterflies! The latter being the only two that I can describe as abundant. No peacocks, green veined, brimstones since late spring
pretty butterflies
many in the UK... gone
fickle summertime weather
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the light of life shines each day... some hope...
owls use darkness... if the needs must...
inclement weather spoils most hunts... all owls...
dependent on their hearing...
most prey... pray for torrents...
sat on their haunches...
holding food... eating... or are they praying...
the owl cares not... strikes...
harsh... fleeting moment...done is their craving...
you understand rain...
sustains all life... the sunlight...
can mean death by drought
the owl... not liking either...
the mouse forsooth... no respite...
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4/1/2018
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