Best Ritually Poems

Four in one, nine baptised,
I hear you say legalised fraudlence,
Promises air-conditioned highways and streets,
Salaries and wages without working,
An easy life made sweet and comfortable.

Now, all can join the bandwagon of rigging, 
Of Moonslide Marsslide victories,
With babies and peoples ritually sacrificed,
Received with glee by their lord,...

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In the days of mystic Merlin and captivating Celtic lore
The Ancient Druids danced and exuberantly did explore
The Celtic Circles of cityscapes and festive furthermore

They gathered ritually round their sacred scenic stones
Like super Stonehenge sites of zodiacal zenithal zones
Within the Galic gates of the great universal...

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22 June 2010

A Breakaway

 
For mankind has the power to think big
History puts them on the pedestal of their career
Aimless drifting until fatally engaged into a drilling rig
Raised a surface at the heart of the sea to exploit oil on its frontier

Oil wells at the...

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Mud month: Salmonath.  Kale month.
Named for Februa, the Roman purification
festival, when people were ritually washed.
Some years, February is the coldest month;
Most years, only the second coldest. 
Always, it is the shortest month, 
even during leap years like 2024. 

Cabbage month.  Mud month.
A month...

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A steel sky, wan and dull, littered
	With ragged clouds and
		bitter dregs of a world girding for
	Sleep
		But no rest
by day, draws a frame over grim roofs and vapid doorways.
Indolent breezes rustle debris past shuffling feet of
	Staggering fools and
	acrid night-women, stirring tepid
		Air
	Heavy with the smells of too...

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Here I stand, a little over two-thousand years later!
There worlds are not the same, coming from the creator
One ritually set to hold fast.
The other has forgotten about the laws of the past.
I look about entranced into the wonder of how this came to be.
This is...

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God's Daughter 

When she was and infant she rarely cried 
She couldn't speak but she often tried
She had a smile that resembled her mother's
Intelligent eyes like her fathers who loved her
Her angelic hair, warm like a sunset
Was ritually brushed when she quietly slept
In her ears,...

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ESSAY ON DRUMS

The drum sounds slowly its cadence
the beat, beat, beat marks a march
and through the air reverberates.

The tramp of a company at quick time,
arms pumping with machine precision,
a rigid jerky movement of elbows.

The thump of rotating Huey blades
as they back stroke the air;
gingerly alighting...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 15

The Republic’s an headless Monster to let
Power mad individuals pay to rent head
The State’s enmeshed in the Admin’s red-tape net

The Administration cannot think nor beget
Must obey or its heads will be under-fed
The Republic’s an headless Monster to let

National...

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When illumination turns into damnation
And tentative time is the internal enemy
Because those of us who do not fuss
Will begin to slowly sadly sanely see
And the rest of you who will askew
In decadent darkness will boldly blindly be

The world is staged and ritually raged
As our lives...

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For years, I walked through my garden of excuses,
beautifully laid out, symmetrical and abundant.
The tapestry of seduction and deceit, fertile ground
for my field of illusions, with new growth ripening,
under the constant warmth of the gliding sun.
Blissfully, I tended that site, accessible to no one,
ritually, I...

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Trotter's words are his deeds
girding the Earth
in great magnetic lines
of universal intent.

In Ward's ritually upraised palm
we see the symbol Coriolis
south draining left
north draining right

Into the realm of Neptune
via the cisterns of Rome
down the ancient river Po
to wicked storms at sea

Into vortices the poet's passport
falls as...

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As the darkness reaching out for the darkness, 
her black scalpel eyes met mine across 
the crushing divide of a revelling throng. 
The amateur axe band strangled a bargain basement 
hard rock song, born of a talent cremated at birth, 
deservedly consigned to ashen oblivion.

Her...

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the groom,
the sun, deified the time
and denied the dark its peak,
shimmering in his faded orange apparel
his eyes brilliantly blazing, brazen and bold
found a gazing spot
at the heart of the brown sea
and whispered with quivering lover's lips
"come up to me and taste of my love"

the bride,
the...

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Sweet butterscotch dew dimples on the lips of daffodils
In flourishing fields fondled by four leaf clover
Each scant spikelet of small white blooms playfully pleasure
Rejoicing with fragrance within this meadow of elation

Full throated birdsongs from summer clad throngs
On painted wings twittering mimics to the joyful muse
Singing...I...

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