"The end is near," the short-wave said.
"Before midnight, all will be dead."
I aim to leave my baggage here.
For my warted nose should I fear?
April fifteen and taxes due
Can I afford to be so lax
As to ignore my yearly tax?
Pinch me, pinch me, I hope ‘tis true.
Will my love share claret and cheese
Before God winnows wheat from chaff?
With a glass of wine can we laugh
Watching thundering grim gray seas
Cast wild waves on our forlorn shore
Until the devil gets his due?
Or will we stand in line as two
To learn sheep or goat is our score?
Eternal gates are drawing near,
Ajar, for us to wail or cheer.
2005
Categories:
warted, animal, god, love, sea,
Form: Rhyme
When life hands you a heavy load
and your left feeling like a warted toad
You've been knocked down flat on your back
And feel that you are under great attack
Things start to mess with your mind
The longer you dwell in it you get further behind
You feel that now you've come to the very end
Not realizing that all you have to do is begin again
Starting over again can be a big challenge at first
But staying in a downtrodden state can be even worse
You are much greater than you choose to see
So stand up strong and become what you were meant to be
Yes hard times will come but you must hold on
The more you work through it the sooner it'll be gone
There's been a purpose for your life since the day you were born
So visualize that thing and stay strong, don't let the negative leave you torn
From dusk to dawn as night turns to Morn, never give up just hang on.
Categories:
warted, encouraging,
Form: Rhyme
Hear the sounds like tip toes?
It goes round about the “Hoots of Aspen”
Twith torn and tatter twos
If you look to coming nightfall
Shadows short, but spry beneath the moon
And you'll see a crop of perked and pointed ears
And be betwixt a tough, but very ancient
Crackle bearded fool for Elfin
Searching vain for all his stolen years
A twitch of warted nose tells him he's very close
Somewhere hidden in "Trees of Trunken"
By warriors, “Faeries of the Greer”
And if he surely finds them
Then, there will be some hell to pay
For of the magic within his spell book
He’ll turn the nights to ever days
And the pixy wings again shall never sleep
Thus weary, the dark ones will forever reign
So if you spy a silent lightening bug
Underneath silver and raven skies
Please, you must never ever think to trap…
What seems more likely to be a firefly
Or the grimly clever elfin will swiftly climb
Your limbs upon attack!
To know exactly where they’re at!
Categories:
warted, fantasy,
Form: Ballad
THE SUNKEN CATHEDRAL – after Claude Debussy
A tomb
So chill, so deathly still
Where algaed bells hang dumb
Diffus’d
Her warted, weaving spire
In eerie midnight sun
A womb
Come, bubble, bubble down
In gloom, the vaulted way
To see
Through brackish ripple glass
By jaded light of day
Profound
Black iron gargoyle’s heads
Resounding, deathless, ringing
To hear
The swaying, sunken choir
Of chancel ghosts go singing
“TE DEUM
(eumm) – LAUDAMUS
TE DEUM – (eumm – eumm)
TE DEUM
(eumm) – LAUDAMUS
TE DEUM – (eumm – eumm)
Categories:
warted, death,
Form: Free verse
A tomb
So chill so deathly still
Where algaed bells hang dumb
Diffus'd
Her warted weaving spire
In eerie midnight sun
A womb
Come bubble bubble down
In gloom the vaulted way
To see
Through brackish ripple glass
By jaded light of day
Profound
Black iron gargoyle's heads
Resounding deathless ringing
To hear
The swaying sunken choir
Of chancel ghosts go singing
"TE DEUM
(eummm) LAUDAMUS
TE DEUM (eumm - eumm)
TE DEUM
(eummm) LAUDAMUS
TE DEUM (eumm - eumm)
Categories:
warted, death, fantasy, imagination, loss
Form: Free verse