A proud city in utter ruin
So many heroes slain
A fleet sailing homewards
Loaded with noble captives
Destined for slavery
After a ten years' siege
Prompted by a king's wrath
Over his wife's succumbing
To a young prince's charms
Which won her heart,
Himself bedazzled
By the fineness of her form.
They fled his kingdom
For the prince's own
Out of that love tryst
Tragedy grew
To leave pristine white sands
Stained with blood
And all because of beauty.
Dissolving in Ecstasy
I take leave
facing Awareness alert
showing flowery way Homewards
diffuse rainbows riding fast
a whispering shoreline
blood becomes water
bones skin nails hair lips
Spirit sailing soars
I lived a full life of laughter
all praise to God’s Great Love
weep not for me
now or evermore !
~~~~~~~~~~~
HOME
Home be it where your heart is at peace
Rather than a fixed position on a map
Home is where your heart finds its joy
Rather than an ideation of a house
Rather than thoughts of brick on mortar
Rather than thoughts of a smug family
Home is where you are contented in spirit
Rather than the constant missing I do feel
Home I will make it where my body abodes
Home my heart yearns for, Am a Sojourner
#MusingsOfLuis_Code254
Late 1940s England
the square
was packed
& the high street full
meat&veg seemed plentiful
market barkers
drew the queues
with jokes
impromptu
shoppers filed
neat& formal
in sainsburys greggs
& home colonial
the bacon slicer
shuttled back& forth
rashers scaled
in halves&fourths
bread mealed smooth&strong
butter patted shaped oblong
cheese cut with twangy wire
toasted later on an open fire
ham sliced from the bone
spuds bagged weighed in stones
tea from open square tins
packet-served with a welcome grin
'woollies' snackbar smells
'elevenses' hunger time to quell
one mug of ovaltine must'nt dally
so shortcut thru' market alley
where auctioneers tones rise&fall
above the sheep&cattle stalls
then off homewards at a trot
last pennies spent in feaseys sweetshop
on the train bridge 'spotted' numbers new
waited whilst the 'cutler' raced thru'
along pebble brook time to climb a tree
on this day shopping was made coupon-free
Wednesday, it was; Nineteenth, exactly if I must mention
Housewives, feeding kids and pets, were getting true tension
Eastward sky grew grey; impulsively, cattle rushed homewards
Nightingales, to sing of true love, tuned their trachea chords
Welcoming the moon and the stars on their valorous way
Habitats did bid goodbye to the scorching sunny day
Ethereal exuberance enhanced each environs
Naughty nocturnal nonpareils of April blow sirens
Wet with drizzles, weary winds wiped their whiskers on cool cloud
Howls of dogs, foxes, wolves, apes, and coyotes were heard aloud
Endless Rest promised the noxious sting of death has gone numb,
Nullifying negations, nature, notations new did hum
23 April 2023
Did you ever miss me dearly,
When you moved away?
I used to feel as if you weren’t worthy,
But in reality you are one of best friends for me.
Did you ever wonder how else it’d be,
When you had a new best friend other than me?
I used to feel as if I drowned in secret jealousy,
But in reality you are still whom I cherished.
Did you ever reflect on the past,
When you were returning homewards?
I used to feel as if you were boring,
But in reality you are another of my good friends.
Did you ever consider not changing your façade,
When I left to go home for the holidays?
I used to feel as if the sorrow in me was building,
But in reality you are someone I was fated to meet.
Did you, my friends, ever feel lonely?
When I think of it all in a way,
I’m used to letting life have its way at my feelings,
But in reality you’re all important to me!
the square
was packed
& the high street full
meat&veg seemed plentiful
market barkers
drew the queues
with jokes
impromptu
shoppers filed
neat& formal
in sainsburys greggs
& home colonial
the bacon slicer
shuttled back& forth
rashers scaled
in halves&fourths
bread mealed smooth&strong
butter patted shaped oblong
cheese cut with twangy wire
toasted later on an open fire
ham sliced from the bone
spuds bagged weighed in stones
tea from open square tins
packet-served with a welcome grin
'woollies' snackbar smells
'elevenses' hunger time to quell
one mug of ovaltine must'nt dally
so shortcut thru' market alley
where auctioneers tones rise&fall
above the sheep&cattle stalls
then off homewards at a trot
last pennies spent in feaseys sweetshop
on the train bridge 'spotted' numbers new
waited whilst the 'cutler' raced thru'
along pebble brook time to climb a tree
on this day shopping was made coupon-free
The shaman speaks of plants to see,
other cosmic dimensions energy.
The Zulu’s stamp dance the ground,
working the earth to a drumming sound.
Smokes from many ashes taken in breath,
medicine pipe presenting the living death.
Monks in high altitude poring colored sand,
a new wheel of time mandala grand.
The Sufi in a poetic conclusion rhyme,
reasons to everything - in its perfect time.
The Runes of Nordic legacies,
and its roots of testing integrities.
The Sangoma takes one to the very edge,
and something closer to the truth is wedged.
Distilled elixir from the Alchemist to turn,
working matter and spirit discern.
Wind carries it in its womb,
natures nursing care and thereof bloom.
Akasha's force due cosmic balance act,
shadows of inner reality fact.
The love that manifests as tolerance,
heals wounds of hearts in forgiveness.
Scriptures of kindled souls and its struggles,
when quickening the heart by dominance.
Pondering prayers and golden fine thread lining,
homewards all souls in absolute defining.
A life of sailing journeys
Beckons to embrace
Catching the wind in the sails
Dealbation heaven opening to the cloud full sky.
Early morning radiant sunrise,
Filling everyone with spiritual pride. Being
Guiding into the horizon all the way out to sea
High tide and off with a full moon navigating by the stars
Idealizing the sea and smell and feel, the tease of cool breeze.
Just pull the sails up and fill them with wind.
Knowledge of skillful sailing assures a safe voyage. Having
Limitless freedom out in the ocean
Minds forget the terror of being forever lost at sea
Newfound enthusiasm sighting shore will
Oblige thoughts comfort in difficult times.
Passing of so many days and nights,
Quiet twilight nights lulls-tired bodies to sleep. The
Recovering crew continues to work as
Squalling seagulls swoop from azure sky
Trailing behind the up and down floating sail. Homewards bound
Under the right conditions if the tides and wind permit.
Voyage takes the route back home with fond memory
Worlds apart are distant lands
Xenophilia for the unknown
Yearning, passion search for
Zealous admiration for the sea
5/6/2020
Deeply immersed in dispassionate thought,
Of that moment which comes but once amidst
The whirling storm, daring Hannibal fixed
His eagle eye upon the chance and caught
The glory old Gods didst offer unto him;
He who kept his head whilst all others failed
Has known that instant demand from within:-
Fury borrows frenzy as needs avails.
Should all men, at some such appointed hour,
Find themselves at their own fast closing
Gate,
Then bravely toss the dice and chance
With fate...
For what worth mere chance if not empowered?
Better die as Hector dragged by the heels --
To be borne back homewards laid on
Your shield!
pt 2 of quaternion
sweltering
the unpaved streets
intolerably stifling
everyone
seeking cool air
sitting
enjoying the resite
from
the unusual heat
the past
called to mind
the inconvenience
the fear
to venture out
any capricious
movement
stifled
sucking breath
and perspiration
in torrents
tottering about
clothes fluttering
homewards making
under a clear sky
completing responsibilities
in the dry
desolate
landscape
till
it runs with rain
no one lives
in the house
abandoned
to seek the shade
until
the late evening
hours
this season
of long days
humid nights
the advanced in age
apt
to fall asleep
with
reflections
of an idle hour
A prosy prose for deity to mourn,
As the hunger stricken wobbles the ground.
Oh! the old retinues that feed besides our ribs.
Come again with their unbearable tax payers,
While the labourers' stomach rumble!
The ignorant chieftains stare from above,
While the Kwashiorkor kids parade the streets!
Farmers clank their basket and hoe,
For nothing to bring homewards when the farms never yield.
As the hard labour tastes no fruit,
Wife and daughter, are forever famished.
The sailor that despoil us,
Snatch the bouquet of our feast.
As we wallow in our hollow labour?
Leaving us despondent at the edge of the farm,
Oh! We are made for you to drain,
When the basket of yam fully stored in there yard.
The old retinues release starvation from its dungeon,
As hunger flay around street, whipping!.
The rise of commodities in the Bazar,
A loaf is bought at high price.
And the grain is untouchable!
This is a prosy prose for deity to mourn,
How housewives turn to modern beggars,
While the toddlers sleep with void bellies and empty jars!
a flight
from self
analysis
a voyage
from isolation
homewards
riding
on
daydreams:
an interlude
of
fuility
into
candid
dreams
Memories
White mist on a mountain,
grey mist on the sea.
Vapours of the time-mist
are the men I long to see.
Just the knowing of them
made a better man of me.
Spring is in my song today,
fields beside the sea.
Robin, from the tractor,
waves a hand at me.
Gulls, churning like a sea-wake,
follow on the plough.
Donald, trudging homewards,
after milking of the cow.
Peter, in the neap field,
leans upon the hoe,
dreaming of a girl he loved
many years ago.
Geordie’s in the seiner,
butting up the bay,
heading for the haddie grounds
over Orkney way.
Summer feeds the fields of hay
moist winds from the west.
God is in a summer day,
men and land are blessed.
Comes along a bonnie lass,
children at her knee,
breathing nectar in the glass,
giving love to me.
I smell the freshness in the airy
As we walk in the afternoon light
The sun in its full glare
Reveals pretty birds in full flight
Flowers brighten up the day
Squirrels dart across our path
Streams sing sweet songs and sway
Gently guided by the wind’s wrath
Wishing to the heavens for
The day never to come to an end
Mother Nature’s only flaw –
Father Time – causes our desire to bend
Homewards we went without will
Hating to leave Heaven on Earth
For the harsh realities of steel
A house with no fire in its hearth
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