Ere Dawn resumed her immemorial trust,
And vested earth with its hereditary fire,
A quiet ordinance, older far than light,
Passed through creation's unrecorded choir.
No seraph stirred.
No sceptre changed its hand.
Only possession loosed its last command.
The cedar kept its patriarchal shade;
The river held its testament to sea;
The stars maintained their sacerdotal watch,
Yet none rehearsed the grammar of the free.
Each thing fulfilled
Its undisputed part,
Without one covenant of "mine" at heart.
Then at the vesper table, long made holy
By homely fidelities no years could sever,
She brake the loaf, prepared the waiting bowl,
And reached to serve her absent love as ever.
Her hand grew still—
For love, at length made whole,
Could not distinguish giver from the bowl.
Then Light, divested of all need to shine,
Found every soul had always been its own.
BEING OF DIVINE DESTINY
Just look at you; doubt not yourself.
The mere mirror reflection of the external you,
Can not match the beauty, grace, and warmth
That so radiates from deep within your being:-
What’s within you is the “spitting image”
Of what God has willed true beauty to be:-
No longer ever doubt who and whose you are;
For you are a child of God, who can’t be doubted:-
Though you may not yet have become your will,
Remember, time is in the will of Almighty God;
And from time immemorial, His will has been done
Thus, be not disillusioned: divine destiny coming:-
MIRRORING SELF IN THE GLORY OF GOD
In every mirror,
You should see
God’s beautiful creature
Looking back at you…
Look into a mirror, and doubt not yourself!
That mirror reflection cannot ever match,
The beauty and warmth from within you:-
For within you is the spitting image of God’s will,
Of the true beauty He created for you to be; thus,
Never ever doubt who and whose you are:-
Know that you are a child of God who can’t be doubted.
Though you may not yet have become the child of your will,
Remember, the time of all things to be is in the will of God:-
Know that in time immemorial, His will has always triumphed!
Thus, be not dismayed, disillusioned, or in disbelief of God and self:-
Refuel your spirit, and give God the glory, for your coming, divine destiny!
“Let all thy joys be as the month of May, And all thy days be as a marriage day."
- Thomas Tusser
Potency of a May Marriage
Moistened with red, white and blue, May showers.
Patriotism hitched with joyful tin cans.
Waves, like salutes, admire sailors’ flowers.
Plucky roses set sail with nuptial plans.
Warmed, as if Cezanne’s tulips upon cheeks.
They’re at the peak of a Spring storm’s blessing.
Entwined, as if on a trellis, love speaks.
Potent, tender-hearted, two souls pressing.
The impact, of each raindrop on the glass,
Harbors the couple’s immemorial brass.
A Mythical place so far away
That legend has tempted us with for years
So sublime and tranquil
Kissed only by a Rainbows tears
Where Angels roam so freely
And Doves fly through the bright blue sky
Where the Trees and Flowers whisper your name
How do they know both you and I
A peaceful place where love abounds
No hatred can you find there
Where people roam and wander
With nary a single care
Sweet bouquets wisp through the still night air
The Moon a distant night-time glow
Where time is an immemorial pact
The days and nights pass swiftly by
Like paradise in fact
We all search for Shangri-La
It is here with us on earth
Its love and happiness, by another name
So make the most of what its worth
True peace on earth can certainly be found
When you meet that someone with whom, love takes a hold
Shangri-La exists deep inside your heart
A rarity low and to behold
Those of a religious inclination
tell me that ‘this world’ is pure illusion
That ‘Truth’ resides in the Heavenly Station
though it is they who dwell deep in the grips of delusion
You see, Truth is based on individual perception
which differs from one wo/man to their fellow
Of this they seem to have zero conception
at least by the way they bellow –
that I deny the existence of objectivity
which, while true, is nothing new
Philosophers from time immemorial speak of subjectivity
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it – on this they chew
Whew! Here I am in my advanced senility
reverting to long-ago ~ late-night discussions of youthful futility
A Mythical place so far away
That legend has tempted us with for years
So sublime and tranquil
Kissed only by a Rainbows tears
Where Angels roam so freely
And Doves fly through the bright blue sky
Where the Trees and Flowers whisper your name
How do they know both you and I
A peaceful place where love abounds
No hatred can you find there
Where people roam and wander
With nary a single care
Sweet bouquets wisp through the still night air
The Moon a distant night-time glow
Where time is an immemorial fact
The days and nights pass swiftly by
Like paradise in fact
We all search for Shangri-La
It is here with us on earth
Its love and happiness, by another name
So make the most of what its worth
True peace on earth can certainly be found
When you meet that someone with whom, love takes a hold
Shangri-La exists deep inside your heart
A rarity low and to behold
It was an immemorial hope.
O life, when ye began:
How indeed did people cope?
Catch me if you can.
Hell and Heaven, send a flood!
O'er the shores to drown!
Avenge angry giant's blood!
Water, ship, down! Frown!
O cur, lack thee thy ochre?
Ogre, gnash gnarly teeth!
Sleeping beauty? Who woke her?
Blood ivy, thy wreath!
Will Providence, spare a thought?
Life is but a dot.
Deepest chasm, spend thy plot!
Allies, don't get caught!
Riddle-book or chimney-nook?
Jonquil flower treats!
Oysters cook in drink of brook?
He who died thus eats!
Bring them to the temple!
There put them to the flames!
Either that or the brass bull!
Or just steal their dames!
O filament, thy light a-flash;
End game with one slash!
Vision grant thy gift! Dare? Dash.
Enslaver, thy lash!
Hateful is the world outside?
Is it better here?
Causality, how you hied!
Entropy ground gear?
Light of the inferno?
It shined full bright in me.
O for those who had to go!
Spark, ignite quickly!
Drench, O mighty downpour!
The storm will wash away.
Shroud of dead man, what you wore!
Grind thy teeth a-gay!
O halcyon environment!
Never shall ye change!
Poison, how you raise the rent!
River, how you range!
Wind and mountain, forces, fact.
Pull and come what will.
Politician, trace thy tract!
Blood of foe heart, spill!
Failure to communicate?
That is never wise.
Henchmen treated ill, hide hate!
Master to despise!
Sound from deep abandoned space?
Stories: thus to tell.
Flickering filament, thy face!
Ocean, time to swell!
Explanation? Dole and doom?
Fear the wrath to come?
Immemorial thought, thy tomb!
Style, come back in gum...
Square a hectare, hierophant.
Religious mysteries!
In the attic looking gaunt!
Winter, thy deep freeze!
What to fill, my sacred space?
Buy a boulder big!
Smash in every foe-man's face!
Then begin to dig!
Tunnel subterranean?
What could have dug you?
Immemorial brain, thy span!
Many, become few...
Mounds space? O giant grave.
Etheric thy form!
Dial it in with color! Cave;
Corpses to keep warm!
Swarm, my wasps! O hornets, sting!
That will make them sing!
From the druid's tree to swing!
Flicker as you fling!
Serpent, in the autumn.
Is this the time to mate?
Reality, how you hum!
Thrum a-dumb, O fate!
Rasp in vicious voices?
They're circling in a cone.
Blight and bane, thy choices!
Break them at the bone!
Hope, flown? Grin? Groan? So!
Even flow, need a tow?
Caw above me, carrion crow!
Dapple, O my roe...
A Sky Arched Canvas
Arched by rays of sunshine,
Out of the womb
Of breaking water,
She came:
A dome of the Earth:-
No less than always,
Has been her crowning beauty:
A reflective multi-hued bouquet,
Only God can gather and arrange:-
She’s as old as time,
Yet, her hemispheric radiance,
Has not been altered by it:-
From time immemorial,
The world has been privileged
To her radiant glow:
Little else has been as beautiful
As God’s canvassing, cosmic rainbow:-
When I lift my eyes, the sky offers no stars,
only missiles parading with arrogance.
Before me, mountains of corpses rise,
my pupils dilated by human savagery.
Humanity has been consuming itself for millennia,
and I bear the guilt of all those cowards
who watch peoples fade away
behind screens, instructing the purveyors of war.
I arrived in this macabre dimension
like so many innocents cut down by bombs.
The Earth groans under the assaults of unbalanced men,
who plunder its entrails,
who sow hatred, death, and chaos
since time immemorial.
The oceans vomit waves of cadavers,
the hurricanes carry the scent of desolation and fear.
Nations crumble beneath the laughter of tyrants,
and children, bare-handed, learn to count
the bodies falling into the mud of oblivion.
I walk amidst these ruins,
listening to the groaning of stones,
a powerless witness to the unchained pride of men.
Crushed hearts weep for their torn roots,
death swallows secrets that no one tells,
and the sky has become nothing but a theater of fire and iron.
In this open-air junkyard,
the sparks of love persist, stubbornly burning,
like a breath even death cannot smother.
crown petals unfold for lofty Light
fontanelle gaping softly smile
Centre Point’s hole blazon mile
pineal connects as conical way
to galactic edenic binomial rays
loosens ovuliferous scales honed
thyroid equalises, tongue relaxes
cylinder opens larynx true blue
speech becomes intended hues
heart softens atria, ventricles
valves linking doors of paradise
protected golden it rhapsodises
coin-line verticle-horizontal spherical
solar plexus flowers monumental near
mystical super might no incidentals
feed flows smooth for tantric beats
sacral seat in creativity knowing heat
power is orange action satisfaction
rooted into Earth mooted primordial
authentic estate mirthful immemorial
aligned connection very refined
~~~~~~~~~~
Digital addict:
What's life without internet
It's dull and boring.
Earth is energy
Things you have seen and not seen
They came from one source.
Technology came
Since time and immemorial
They just hung up there.
Air has wave you know
It travel fast here to there
Sending a message.
Navajo code signs
Makes enemy mind absurd
Won the war easy.
From rock to metal
How the human mind evolve
Fascinate history.
the outside floated inside
white seeds seemed fluff
floating & frolicsome
until their rooted relic
of bitter dandelion wine
wished we hurried
to busy our bones
do something thoughtful.
yes..we’d pluck a stem
or two and gift
but this gift in ever after
would list and wither
so quickly amidst
the coiffer of quarrels
pushing of the dander
of matters we stuffed
our pillows with at night
nightmare of nettled
never-never disappears
snow white impurities
implicated our insides
empty and forlorn
forgetting our vows
our impertinence
of the importance
of marital bliss
which doesn’t begin
with tricks and treats
but with travails
that lead to immemorial
memories and progeny
a long lasting kiss
carry your wife
over
the threshold barrier
don’t let complacency enter
let a garden of delights
bloom within
learn from occasional weeds
pluck…let sun in…water
tender your every day kiss
invite in joy and praise
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(I’ve been married 45 years)
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