Short Bast Poems

Bestowed bereavement, this condolence graft,
the memorabilia sequence, mine not draft
like some ongoing virtue, depth not classed,
forever love relinquish at the pass
the merriment not, but laughing, seal to last,
joy to eternal hoping, prithee to cast
my soul, not rent with sorrow
seams with bast . . ....

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Twice blessed,
twice graced,
by the Goddess Bast
caste in adoration.

Twin orbs, phosphorescent eyes
space holders for the setting sun
both bathed in milk white moonlight
temple guardians, night slayers.

Twice blessed,
thrice graced,
by felines two
in this place of creation.

Trinity of trinities infinities sign,
feline guardians mark the time,
in this space of creation....

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I count you, that the day were first, thee last,
as in repaired diplomacy's repast.

A building up of time - restoring, chaste
or in contempt of cruelty, take fast.

I count thee - as tomorrow's faith outclassed
does blindly look for reason now surpassed.

I count thee, for that love not change its bast,
but counts - the sun, the moon, the ever last.

And counting ...feels as one in spacious massed!...

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