Let my prayer be prepared,
Like angel dust,
And blaze up into heaven,
As a chariot;
So, laud an audience with God,
Who is above;
For she’s the one I want,
In my heart O’ love;
O’ friend! Son of this realm your native land
and Knight of the Long Bay on the long shore -
Fisher King to its isle and rock and sand
where long ago we drank and gazed The Tor.
In breastplate and armour in older times
we’d sharpen lance and tongue as was our code -
two valiant men of arms under the tall pines
led their avenger down Rock Isle Road.
Fifty years you lived a king's tale
and fifty years keeper of the Unholy Grail.
O’ Captain! My Captain! I say to you
the mind is still young and the heart is true.
And I echo back to that flickered light
when the fires of youth burned in you and me -
your joust a friendly repulse to my smite
in our sometime world of fu*kwittery!
Truly we are each to each older bound
so stoke the fires that blaze up on the Firth -
think on its mortal flame, its living sound
how one day it shall perish from the Earth.
Fifty years you lived a knight's tale
and fifty years keeper of the Unholy Grail.
O’ Captain! My Captain! I say to you
the mind is still young and the heart is true.
Written: June 2010
For CB on his 50th Birthday
The Mole Man
mastered the creatures
down within
With tunnels leading
to every major ciy
his goal was
to win
But the Fantastic Four
would not have it this way
They would devise a plan
to seize the day
Johny Storm, the Human Torch
would blaze up and melt the soft earth
trapping the creatures in
where they could cause no more harm
But what became of the Mole Man...
He too is trapped!
Let's just hope that we
have seen the last of him!
When something stirs within the heart
And kindles a flame of desire
Feelings blaze up as it starts
As you feel the warmth of love's fire
There is a song in heartbeats chime
As this melody you embrace
Compose a poem of lovely rhymes
With words of beauty and grace
Love's drug is a natural high
Making you float on cloud nine
And you'll soar in an endless sky
With feelings you find so divine
A beautiful gift from above
The beauty and charm of love
3-6-19
What is Love Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
He says it true. He says it correct.
Many words we choose at the level of intellect.
Intelligence I once thought came through
burning brain distraught.
Now I choose a fire of guided energy.
Not one that continued to burn me.
I blaze up in diligent power.
My flame rises and bathes all in a shower.
A union of heat in creation and destruction.
I am expansive in charged motion.
Stillness and change are hand in hand...
This is the marriage of souls in our land.
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