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Details | Senryu | Democracy The smart, modern boys who’ll shepherd satellites and parent sly AI - live blocks away and spend sunny afternoons with digital zombies. I talked with one - once, I think, he mumbled some strange techno-English. He was pale and skittish but attractive In a shy, goth way. “Who are you voting for?” he stared blankly, “for prom court??” he stared blankly. “Madison’s nice, I say", handing him a ballot, *He checks her name* “Thanks!”

Details | Other | Ichthys July 7 From coast to coast From land to land The earth proclaims you The living God. We see you in creation In all people of this world; In your image we are made. Jesus,our living God Our saviour and our redeemer Our loving God,our faithful friend Comforter and King. rophi,rophe shammah my shepherd healer who comes alongside, my jireh and shalom take away my pride rophi,rophe shammah from you I cannot hide, my jireh and shalom bring wholeness and provide, rophi,rophe shammah you are always by my side, my jireh and shalom Note:(ichthys), or XIesoûs Khristós, Theoû Huiós, Sot?r;translates into English as 'Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior'

Details | I do not know? | Seventeen Seventy-Seven: a Pondering of Sorts This self evident truth that all men are created equal ? Never quite able as to escape these questions which arrive Time's comical in ludicrous exposes: today as yesterday imagining Her high courts turning unto a constitution defining something or another.... Ever evolving his living breathing documents cross fire spatial skies skeleton keys rogue Renegades watermark tinsel town, treason from their graves these founding fathers proclaim Antartic circles western worlds mediums her causeway's english channel I see dead people a baby's Sixth sense the headless horseman thirty shekels of silver his broken bell premonition sheol's starveling Shepherd spyglass mechants totem pole slave ship shackles spindrift spinsters who framed this, your amendments.

Details | Quintain (English) | The Host of Heaven The wind whipped through the vale that winter night; he hunkered down, his watch to keep. A solitary star gave off its light; oblivious, the sheep lulled by their shepherd's song, lay slumbering in sleep. They suddenly were no longer alone; an angel of the Lord appeared and all about, His wondrous glory shone. The shepherd, much afeared, shook, naked and exposed; the sight, his senses sheared. But grace on grace, the angel said, "Behold, I bring you tidings of great joy!" And thus, just as the scriptures had foretold, Immanuel, a boy, announced, not to the rich, but to the hoi polloi. And as he spoke, 'twas like a switch was thrown, the veil drawn back, a mere facade; surrounding him, a multitude had grown. A sight that overawed: the host of heaven singing, glorifying God. ————— for the A Christmas Special Poetry Contest sponsored by Emile Pinet written on 12/3/22 From the second chapter of Luke, in the a:b:a:b:b rhyme of an English Quintain with 10:8:10:6:12 syllable counts...

Details | Ode | Ode To David an English Ode A shepherd-boy composer sang of hope - pastoral psalms were first heard by his lambs, his soothing music helped King Saul to cope, distressing psalms related rival's scams. Young David, you respected God as Lord and recognized that giving thanks is praise. Recalling God's own mighty triumphs past, you wrote of vict'ry, friendships with accord; you shaped forgiveness, faith, your Father's ways. As king, you wrote of blessings deep and vast. Oft-quoted, sung and prayed by millions wide Psalm 23, perhaps the best-known psalm. And "Bless the Lord, my soul," we've gladly cried, Psalm 1-0-3 are verses penned to calm. We lift up praise, "majestic is Thy name," to God from both Psalm 8 and 21. "Create in me a clean heart, Thou my God," writes David when confronted with true shame; Psalm 51 recounts how cleansing's done. King David's psalms, sweet music to applaud. Taking other's estimation of you, David, as enough justification to write of the biblical King David in your honor. I know you will miss your friendships here. May God bless your future plans as only He can.

Details | Sonnet | The Virgin Maid of Orleans, Translation of Paul Verlaine's La Pucelle The Virgin Maid of Orleans, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s La Pucelle To Robert Caze* Even as the blaze crackled around the stake’s pyre, Joan was deafened by the clergy’s brutal chanting, Harsh eyes with hate from all the windows demeaning, She felt her flesh quiver and her soul budge on fire. And like lambs that resold to the butcher expire The shepherd roamed with country airs whistling She reflected in earnest on things and being And met her lord who ungrateful did conspire. « It’s wrong, gentle Bastard, sweet Charles*, good Xaintrailles, To let the English take charge of her funeral She who forced them to abandon the siege of Orleans. » And as for Lorraine, the very thought of that injury, While death clasped in its arms the non-believers, Weary ! She cried out just as another creature formerly. • Acc. to Yves-Alain Favre, a journalist (1853-1886), slain in a duel. • Charles the VII, crowned King at Rheims on July 17, 1429, with the help of Joan of Arc who was then aged 15. It was thought Charles VII may not have been the son of his father, Charles VI, owing to an extra-marital affaire with a Bavarian monarch. • © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013

Details | Sonnet | At Caedmon's Grave At Cædmon’s Grave At Caedmon's Grave by Michael R. Burch “Cædmon’s Hymn,” composed at the Monastery of Whitby (a North Yorkshire fishing village), is one of the oldest known poems written in the English language, dating back to around 680 A.D. According to legend, Caedmon, an illiterate Anglo-Saxon cowherd, received the gift of poetic composition from an angel; he subsequently founded a school of Christian poets. Unfortunately, only nine lines of Caedmon’s verse survive, in the writings of the Venerable Bede. Whitby, tiny as it is, reappears later in the history of English literature, having been visited, in diametric contrast, by Lewis Carroll and Bram Stoker’s ghoulish yet evocative Dracula. At the monastery of Whitby, on a day when the sun sank through the sea, and the gulls shrieked wildly, jubilant, free, while the wind and time blew all around, I paced those dusk-enamored grounds and thought I heard the steps resound of Carroll, Stoker and good Bede who walked there, too, their spirits freed —perhaps by God, perhaps by need— to write, and with each line, remember the glorious light of Cædmon’s ember, scorched tongues of flame words still engender. Here, as darkness falls, at last we meet. I lay this pale garland of words at his feet. Originally published by The Lyric Keywords/Tags: Caedmon, Hymn, Whitby, angel, illiterate, cowherd, goatherd, shepherd, monk, gift, blessing, Bede, Carroll, Stoker, first English poem, oldest English poem, Old English, Anglo-Saxon

Details | Monorhyme | Divinely Inspired By Psalm 23 Exemplifying jubilant triumphant life-building partnership Sealed with remarkable intimate relationship Around blissful freedom-bound fellowship Upheld by care of loving leadership Deserving loyal followership…. Such ties my Saviour through cord of sweet friendship Nurtured by Christ upon Scriptural faith’s authorship While I learn from His blessed mentorship Propelling joyous faithful stewardship Along functional fruitful discipleship… God be praised for Psalm 23’s divine craftsmanship inspiring my soul toward sublime worship nourished to reach-out by sovereign guardianship triumphing over trials upon truth’s headship… grateful am I to the Lord* for His shepherding workmanship. *Psalm 23:1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. Inspired by “Mizmor Kaf Gimmel” (Psalm 23), the Psalm of David Originally written in Hebrew Translated to English by the King James Version (KJV) Bible translators in 1611 November 21, 2021 1st place, "Inspired By A Translation" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Malabika Ray Choudhury; judged on 12/12/2021. The following is the Hebrew text of Psalm 23 Mizmor Kaf Gimmel (Psalm 23) in English Psalm of David, Psalm 23 1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. 2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. 3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. 4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. 5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. 6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

Details | Rhyme | Senor's Wealth Management Senor's wealth management... battered pinata like Yours truly courtesy servitude tethered existence suffers neck brunt of yoke fiscal recklessness got me woke within cosmic schema, a mere infinitesimal speck. Insolvent crisis principally bespoke interestingly enough caught me off balance sudden pennilessness (dollar short/ day late dada) analogous to vice grip stranglehold doth choke coffers emptied willy-nilly Okey doke colorblindness fundamentally governed me into zombified state thus another plaintive plea I repeatedly, lamely, and feebly evoke meaning remuneration welcomed courtesy altruistic generosity, magnanimity and philanthropy humble anonymous Lake Woebegone folk ideally Norwegian bachelor farmers to alleviate fiasco from fiendish fraudsters frazzled father. In plain (Schwenksville speak) broken English, I fell prey to hustlers audacious, ferocious, malicious, voracious, zealous tricksters, who stealthily found entry into my Macbook Pro and locked computer screen with threatening implication security of mine private domain awash with byte size bits of valuable information at risk of being tampered with or obliterated. Analogous to eminent domain of yore mine digital terrain manifest destiny meant war virtual flesh and blood regarding these lovely bones yours truly gussied up as chargé d'affaires sent on risky (business) dutiful tour to inflict comeuppance on him who rendered me poor as a Unitarian Church mouse, plus I recruited offspring of one of countless related German Shepherd dogs featured in fictional stories on film, radio and television, who starred as Rin Tin Tin reincarnate belonging to elite K9 Korp receiving unexpected support courtesy end of gum (cryptic message for ye to chew on) sympathizers voluntarily boosted success at recouping major financial setback my morale viz extempore.

Details | Limerick | Shaggy Dog Limericks Iii The Doberman Pinscher A Doberman’s known to be picky With friends so to greet one is tricky To kiss is a bummer Undoubtedly dumber Is to sneak up and give one a hickey The English Setter The reason we call them a setter Is they follow their genes to the letter When spotting their prey They will sit down and lay Till it’s time to get up and go get ‘er The German Shepherd For a breed with a dubious rep How ironic when choosing to prep A dog steady and wise To be some human’s eyes At the top of the list is the Shep The German Shorthaired Pointer Pointing…it sounds like a breeze Just stick out your tail and freeze The hard work is done Now wait for the gun Taking care not to wiggle or sneeze The Golden Retriever I Consider the Golden Retriever Part camel, part Wookie, part beaver You can leave her alone In your home with a bone If you first take the time to relieve ‘er The Golden Retriever II Its coat is luxurious gold Like the crown on a monarch of old Thick but not kinky Though occasionally stinky What a glorious sight to behold! The Greyhound Though Greyhounds are known for their speed There’s a dignified side to the breed For when given a choice Between rabbits and Joyce They are likely to choose a good read The Irish Setter He’s Irish not Scottish or British You forget, he’ll get ornery and skittish He’ll point to his pelt Start swearing in Celt With a splash of some Gaelic and Yiddish The Jack Russell Terrier A packet of fizz the Jack Russell Full of dashing and daring and bustle With engine on race And the world left to chase Any wonder he makes such a fussle? The Keeshond I once knew a hound that was Dutch Can’t say that I cared for him much He lived on a barge That was smelly and large And grinned at the hint of a touch The Kerry Blue Terrier You ask, why include a new terrier Not a hound or a pinscher or harrier? Include them indeed Not a different breed ‘cause they’re fun as a bun and lots hairier

Details | Monorhyme | Coming of the Magi Coming of the Magi Matthew 2.1-12 Verse 1: “After Jesus was born in Bethlehem...Judea, During the reign of King Herod, magi came [Yeshua], From the east to Jerusalem. 2 They asked: [aroma], ‘Where is the newborn king of the Jews? [paranoia]. We’ve seen his star in the east, and we’ve [hernia], Come to honor him.’ 3 When King Herod [gonna], Heard this, he was troubled, and everyone [won’t ya], In Jerusalem was troubled with him [trauma (Athena)]. 4 He gathered all the chief priests and the legal [torah], Experts and asked them where the Christ was [Amonia], To be born [stroma]. 5 They said ‘In Bethlehem [krona], Of Judea, for this is what the prophet wrote, [Adonia]: 6 “You, Bethlehem, land of Judah, by no means, [aqua], Are you the least among the rulers of Judah [enterica], Because from you will come one who governs [insignia], Who will shepherd my people Israel [loud n’ proud aura]”. 7 Then Herod secretly called for the magi and [drama], Found out from them the time when the star [corona], Had first appeared [prima]. 8 He sent them [begonia], To Bethlehem, saying, “Go [n’] search carefully [beg ya]: For the child. When you’ve found him, report [nihil mora], To me so that I too may go and honor him.” Paronama]. 9 When they heard the king, they went; and, [proxima], Look, the star they had seen in the east went [comptonia] - Ahead of them until it stood over the place [concordia], Where the child was. 10 When they saw the star [folia], They were filled with joy. 11 They entered the house [coxa], And saw the child with Mary his mother [Collutorium gutta]. Falling to their knees, they honored him [phenomena]. Then they opened their treasure chests and [poma], Presented him with gifts of gold, frankincense [aroma], And myrr. Because they were warned in a dream, [gala] - Not to return to Herod [inca], they went back to [ok plasma], Their own country by another route [elegantia (got ya!}]. I believe this is Matt 2.1-12, and know that you will lambda, Because this trauma dealt with by the magi, was brahma. Common English Bible used.

Details | Rhyme | The Dream There was something in that dream The puzzle pieces surely seemed To be initials, only of your name The sloping roof, the simple truth Remembered dreams of recent youth Shorn now of youthful strength Life was surely not a joyful game With a broken 3/4 door The voices mocked and underscored The little hope, that we once surely had The prowling feet hastened retreat The flash flood rising in the street Near washing us of everything once glad Awaking with a gasping start A horrid ice clutching my heart I rose and left the cold nightmare behind Praying "Jesus, please release us!" From this poverty which seizes Then trusting in His mercies true and kind He heard our anguished prayer Our Lord and Savior met us there He always works our puzzled pieces out Mercy extended, wilderness ended Our loving Shepherd tended. Leading us to greener pasture Without doubt "Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?" ~ Matthew 6:26 ~ New King James Version "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God." ~ Philippians 4:6 ~ English Standard Version ~ "For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope." ~Jeremiah 29:11 ~ ~ New King James Version ~ "But without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him." ~ Hebrews 11:6 ~ New King James Version ~

Details | Bio | Memoirs Although born in Scotland I have no memories of there as we left when I was two. My first recollections are of Las Palmos in the Canaries. I recall the donkey passing daily and being told he bites. I was given a caterpillar and tended it, oh so carefully. My mother when it was a cocoon persauded me to put it outside. Well you can imagine my intense disappointment to find that it had hatched and flown without me getting a single glimpse!! This is the first disappoint in life that I faced. Our house had a flat roof with a lovely garden on top and in the distance an enormous tall chimney. I remember our boxer Susie she was real crazy especially on the beach and while breaking open sugur cane it slipped and cut me wide open right between the right thumb and first finger. I was taken to the doctor who would you believe? poured iodine into it, he wanted to stitch it too, but no way was I letting that sadist anywhere near me again. I still bear the scar today. I recall seeing a woman dressed in black perched atop of a towering cliff when we were out in the car my sister saw her too. We had to turn back due to landslides and she was gone, she also had a pointy hat did we see a witch? I had a wonderful dolls house into which I could walk, yet I took all my dolls apart to see how they worked I was such an inquisitive child. At five we returned to England living very near Hampstead Heath and Parliament Hill fields. One day when my mother walked me to school I entered to find not a single soul present so I walked up to my Aunts as she lived very close. Needless to say I got into a real heap of trouble from both school and mum. I recollect an outing to Hampstead Heath there was a cafe surrounded by a large hedge from which I could never find the way out. I ran ahead and entered through the hedge only to find my parents nowhere to be seen. Of course I could not find the way out back to the car. This couple found me and insisted on taking me to the police station four miles away I kept trying to tell them I only lived two streets down from the Heath, Grown ups!!! I remember always wanting to speak Spanish and people refusing to answer me telling me I had to speak in English Bah! I used to ride my tricycle up and down five stairs mum always telling me I would fall. Well one day my sister called me and I tumbled down breaking my right wrist I used to stuff vegetables up inside the plaster to avoid eating them. I hate most vegetables to this very day. When I was seven we got Kim our German shepherd who we took to Africa with us. I recollect the excitement of visiting Gibraltar and seeing the monkeys, the mystery of sailing through the Suez canal the banks so close as to seem touchable. A giant ray getting caught on the ships bows oh boy did it stink. It stayed with us from the equator to Zanibar yuck! I looked on all goggle eyes at the first dark people I had ever seen cowering by my mum as they banished machetes in the air some with only one eye. I was trembling in my shoes. Kim took a dislike to them as they teased her by poking her with sticks through her cage. This dislike stayed with her for life. We arrived in Dar-es-Salaam on my eight birthday. From here another tale begins, later to be told.