Every house of nobility
Has a standard to fly.
‘Tis a banner of distinction,
And a rallying cry.
It represents our history,
The deeds of bygone days.
An emblem of our character,
And pennon of our ways.
But standards soil so easily
When blemished by disgrace.
The stain from an unrighteous act,
Will never leave its face.
It then becomes an effigy,
The likeness of a sin.
It represents no noble deed,
No Glory found within.
Our standards are the flags we fly,
The stitch within the weave.
A looking glass into the soul,
And all that we believe.
They’re symbols of the roads we walk,
The values in our quest.
And every part of who we are,
Is laced into the crest.
Categories:
pennon, inspirational, philosophy, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Few days more my dreams need to come true,
In that heart me to kindle a candle
The conurbation of lovers’ to locate
And to renovate the ruins of past
And to patch up with a friend much annoy’d
Few days I need, few days more I need.
To heal the wound of love deep and down
To raise the pennon of pain so high
To make the wind pleasant and saccharine
To glide the kite of hope up in Blue
To make every troubl’d eye to gaze at it
Few days I need, few days more I need.
To cut a gate through that steel of hatr’d
Negligence, ignorance and the race
To let the air overtake the barb’d line
To make the earth a place universal
With no country, coinage and congress
Few days I need, few days more I need.
To make my beloved to touch the peaks
Of my platonic love so untaint’d
To make her heart soft, tranquil and calm
To discover listening the grief on beats
Battered down by nay but native sob
Few days I need, few days more I need.
To make a Brooke to sing not from book
But from the half dead voice of the poets
The verses they compose from broken beats
Nay with steel Nibs, but by the rib’s edge
To make the mass to pick up the ache
Few days I need, few days more I need.
Categories:
pennon, life, heart, heart, love,
Form: Free verse
It's brilliant how one seguays into the next, flashing on the
pennon of this new-age attempt to plagerise the etch-a-sketch, and
if you watch closely, if
you count your bits and bites, your digital copies of digital recordings transferred from
magnetic tape and stones chisled with ideograms and heiroglyphic symbols-
maybe you'll find that in a hundred years we will no longer express ideas in vowels and
consonents, clumsy representations of the noises made by oscillating tissues and shifting
palletes-
Prepare to discard your medium for storage
your verbatim verbal fencing weapon is dulled and oxidized-
prepare to shed truth and solidarity.
Press any key for ecstasy. (5.99aminuteforthefirstfiveminutes)
Categories:
pennon, life
Form: Free verse
See this now:
Easter 1916
Two
roads dissapated from
blacktop to
gravel to
dirt.
Two roads driving through the Emerald Isle parralell to one
another-
or was it X and why?
a perverse axis, perpendicular, split in
the tumultuous fit?
Its almost like the rising never happened, its
almost like the battle wasn't won.
A bloody easter, a bloody nation,
freedom bought by fusillade and flame, fear flown
from the muzzle of a patriot's gun.
And now a new flag rises in hope of victory and final peace.
It is an Irish banner
a radiant pennon of Green, of
Orange,
of White,
A flag of dreams for paddies just like me,
waiting for the call to arms,
the march towards victory.
Clan-na-Gael at your doorstep, baby!
Clan-na-Gael armed and ready!
You can wash that down with a protestant cake!
Categories:
pennon, peace
Form: I do not know?
Yes there is a coffee stain on
my hauberk and a tear in my
pennon, a
gap on my teutonic reference sheet.
I concede that the clipboard which I hold so
dear about me like a shield is cracked and in
a state of
disrepair.
But I will ride out true, seeking to be vassal to yet another
lord, as I
still need to find a job.
Categories:
pennon, work
Form: Free verse
I am offended
by your metaphors,
they're vindictive
the way they dangle themselves
above my heartstrings,
periodically plucking
when one gets tangled in the wind
they just hang there
like an untame pennon
waiting to flap
for blatant recognition
my, how you crave those squalls
with such ravenous gluttony,
gnawing at the pellucid air
as though it were chewable
Categories:
pennon, life
Form: Free verse