I came seeking a child that was born a king.
I have strayed, beguiled from my undertaking.
It was a binary star that I chose to follow,
one path leading straight to Him,
but I sought the brighter glow
and became a wondering pilgrim.
My star led me here through circuitous routes,
through pleasurable meanderings
and gratuitous pursuits,
crossing mellowed valleys and honeyed springs.
I have smelled the flower of travellers-joy
and tasted the heady fruits of the vine.
I have eaten and drank till I felt cloy;
sought fun-loving company, avoiding the saturnine.
Questing warmth in the arms of more than one woman,
hypnotized by the charms of their fair sex;
tasting only their sweetness, like a persimmon,
sensing not the puckering in their vortex.
My eyes have feasted on many a sunrise,
and, again, they drank in the satiny sunset.
I have allowed my mind to fantasize,
benumbed by the beauty of that distant vignette.
Life has been a sweet potion to swallow,
but time is running out, I must reach my goal,
pursue the star fast losing its halo
and find the King, I must save my soul.
I’m here now, where is this child?
all I found was a Man Crucified.
Learning is open to the known spirit
Living loudly towards the strong delight
Fine is the powder of the rubbing for steak
Coarse is the word for the injury therein
Nostradamus never predicted my escape
Reality struts in without a sound
And I comply, horses clipping of their clogs
Strut stout and remembering nothing
My ideas ring about endlessly between
The realm of the dream and the living
Standard for igniting a coal stove
But irrelevant to bee stings in autumn
Hopelessly romantic, bends on one knee
Purposefully pronouncing dedication
Of needing another’s long lived troubles
Past to future, bringing the brink of beliefs
Nowhere to hide but behind the face
Of your eyes through the mirror
On the other side of the silver backing
Russell Sivey
In bridled hovel on denuded strand
Tanned damsel loiters on barter stand
Waiting for purloined fealty her title to brand
Festooned in ritual garb, decked with lavish garland
As noble peacock, her fecund colors are fanned
Waiting eligible suitors her utility, virility to scan
Her father a lofty price doth rightly command
To root out pilfering charlatan, worthless brigand
A reputable family with aspirations noble, grand
Bids for the honor of reticent, sheltered hand
Her elder for propriety doth initial offers withstand
Until the esteemed value of his ward family doth understand
A suitable piece of fertile lowland he indignantly demands
In order his tribal status and perpetuity to expand
With gratuitous stipend in token parlance panned
In customary deference, contrite bride accepts husband
Burlesque musical
a parade of top hats
flotation devices whimsical
bass notes undergirding flats
Bough's plentiful score
Wind garnishes acorn store
Rat residual
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