The Cuba Libre, also called rum and coke
is favored by many kinds of folk.
To its pleasures I succumb
and ne’er refrain from!
Sip, savor
rum.
What flavor!
I sing and I hum!
The taste is just so awesome!
I really love this drink, it’s no joke.
Its praises I sing to all you gentlefolk!
Noble and wise watchers they be
‘Homage resounds in that Melodious Crawing that their salute too the great all and Everything begins too Herald.
upward
‘and downwards
‘with purpose and respect ,
Ancient remembrance’s of always dancing this new day’s magic’s too be .
A Broyvy of Avian lore that resounds eternal amongst ‘and through the mightiest of the peacefully standing giants there is .
Renard lays still in that golden dewed meadow ,
feeling the warmth of the new mornings star ‘his powers of invisibility also now at rest .
gentlefolk from the forests deep and peering out from secret hiding’s ‘respectfully listen with attentiveness in all that is being sung .
This murder is majestic in its sounds ‘and Mysterious in its wondrous morning Call .
I am of Ireland
(anonymous Medieval Irish Lyric, circa 13th-14th century AD)
translation by Michael R. Burch
I am of Ireland,
and of the holy realm of Ireland.
Gentlefolk I pray thee:
for the sake of saintly charity,
come dance with me
in Ireland!
Tragedy in Pennsylvania
October, 2006
I watched 34 carriages
and buggies snake toward
three empty hand-dug graves.
"Our lives are shattered," is quoted
as an entire nation gazes in horror,
and one church hosts a prayer vigil.
The iron wheels of a horse-drawn hearse
tracks the same route taken by the milk
wagon, and winds past the shooter's house.
One sister had begged, "Shoot me first."
Her younger sibling said, "Shoot me
next," hoping to save the others.
Hate-filled rhetoric spills over air waves,
thwarts picket plans of misguided religious
fanatics, and spares gentlefolk further pain.
Two sisters share a common grave;
a young girl is brought home
to die in peace.
Gracious, forgiving, old-world Amish
invite the shooter's family to witness
their daughters' final farewell.
Naomi Rose,
the only girl in an all boy family,
is laid to rest.
Resurrection day.
A day of hope and new beginnings.
A day to archive the past and
walk towards the future.
Let's do it then:-
let us all join hands
and put our differences behind us.
Let the love of humanity guide us.
Let a unity of spirit provide us
with the love and peace we sorely need.
No more greed. No more fighting.
Let us live delighting in spiritual
unification. Let us resurrect
as a race of gentlefolk,
and let the barbarians of the past
rest in pieces.
Let us feast on happiness.
Let us love our neighbours....
whatever colour, creed, or
social class they are.
Resurrection then ........
Amen
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