Dreaming of verdant meadows and amber acreage
flush on the banks of a dazzling blue lake's ridge
Jousting with villains for the hand of fair damsels
or expounding the writ close by the chancel
Forsooth, verily, indeed and indubitably
though others kvetch and moan lugubriously
Verily, forsooth, by my troth and a tad convolutedly
I've plied my trade unfailingly jubilantly
Always meant to be a poet from the age of nine
~ crafting dainty vials of nectar with zesty grape wine
rays
of sun
filter through
opaque panels
above the chancel
forming a cross
of sun rays
above
us
they
pray to
God above,
everlasting
presenter of light,
represented
by the sun
God Ra
Ra!
God
will not
be contained
given a name
sufficient for all
God is beyond
the limits
of word
skills
written October 28, 2022
My heart feels crestfallen
Whenever I think about that day
She looked like a bee collecting pollen
In the garden of Deity as she pray
The raven attire on the pale skin
The ample lips and the double chin
Crooning behind the queen bee
Her voice was faint yet bold as the sea
I kept admiring the charm of the damsel
But she paid no heed
she kept worshiping from the chancel
And my heart wanted me to plead
My trembling approach to her was late
As the crowd started to leave
I lost to the cruelty of my fate
But my heart wasn't ready to believe
Whenever I have that recollection
Looking at the hanky kept as souvenir
My heart blooms with infatuation
As I could feel her euphonious voice clear
Muffled tolling bell below
calling faithful long ago
Gods churning black oceans will not cease
god please grant to them heavenly peace
Drowned the dead our lost tsunami friends
Chancel aisles and naves now a ghostly new congregation comedown
gentle overtime now a barnacles business pews fifty fathoms down
Almost remembered by those above
but not forgotten below
(Dedicated to the Tsunami dead past ((and future))
Brine muffled resonance given to the huge ancient tolling bells
till the fearsome proud gargoyles stare but now outface just fish
Gentled by time a seas barnacle claimed pews some fifty fathoms down
chancel aisles and naves perceived there filled a ghostly congregation
Faithful now the drowned the dead the lost tsunami friends
they lie in the sea we know not where
God please grant them heavenly peace
God please grant them peace
Inspired by Claude Debussy’s piece
Huge bronze bells peel muffled engulfed by sea
above unhearing in depths deaf to thee
drowned the dead the lost tsunami friends
not figuring quick and sharp their ends
black churning death coming from the sea
no distinction twixt them you or me
death some surprise shaken a shock from the sea
xept not dying in autumn like you or me
God please grant them heavenly peace
God please grant them peace
chancel and naves filled ghostly a new congregation
gentle barnacle claimed pews giving us no separation
Gentling time barnacles claiming pews some fifty fathoms down
chancel aisles naves resting ghostly new congregation comedown
almost heard by those above
Muffled a tolling bell below
faithful call not so long ago
Gods churning black oceans will not cease
god please grant to them heavenly peace
THE SUNKEN CATHEDRAL – after Claude Debussy
A tomb
So chill, so deathly still
Where algaed bells hang dumb
Diffus’d
Her warted, weaving spire
In eerie midnight sun
A womb
Come, bubble, bubble down
In gloom, the vaulted way
To see
Through brackish ripple glass
By jaded light of day
Profound
Black iron gargoyle’s heads
Resounding, deathless, ringing
To hear
The swaying, sunken choir
Of chancel ghosts go singing
“TE DEUM
(eumm) – LAUDAMUS
TE DEUM – (eumm – eumm)
TE DEUM
(eumm) – LAUDAMUS
TE DEUM – (eumm – eumm)
Black churning death coming from the sea
No distinction twixt them you or me
Drowned the dead the lost tsunami friends
Not figuring so quick and sharp their ends
Unheard by those above
Muffled heard a tolling bell
A greeting in depths far below
Gentled by time a seas barnacle claimed pews many fathoms down
Chancel aisles and naves perceived there filled ghostly a new congregation
God please grant them heavenly peace
God please grant them peace
A brine muffled resonance given to the huge ancient tolling bells
Still the fearsome proud gargoyles stare but now outface just fish
Gentled by time a seas barnacle claimed pews some fifty fathoms down
Chancel aisles and naves perceived there filled a ghostly congregation
Faithful now the drowned the dead the lost tsunami friends
They lie in the sea we know not where
God please grant them heavenly peace
God please grant them peace
Inspired by Claude Debussy’s piece
A tomb
So chill so deathly still
Where algaed bells hang dumb
Diffus'd
Her warted weaving spire
In eerie midnight sun
A womb
Come bubble bubble down
In gloom the vaulted way
To see
Through brackish ripple glass
By jaded light of day
Profound
Black iron gargoyle's heads
Resounding deathless ringing
To hear
The swaying sunken choir
Of chancel ghosts go singing
"TE DEUM
(eummm) LAUDAMUS
TE DEUM (eumm - eumm)
TE DEUM
(eummm) LAUDAMUS
TE DEUM (eumm - eumm)
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