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Ancient Times
I see the past as a brighter place, noble friend
Beyond stone walls and castles old
Where hypocrisy hides in velvet’s embrace
And troubadours sing of love and sorrow bold
Life then was clear, as abundant as mead
Rich with jousts, tournaments, tales to reveal
From the heavens above to the stone floors beneath
We rode without reins, our spirits free
Love, like a magical potion, made us dre...
Saturday 14th September 2024 11:39 pm
: The Barren Tree :
It grew in the wilds, a sentinel growing tall,
A mighty yogi in presence, embracing it all!
Branches reaching out, to the skies in a plea,
Seeking for the strength - to live it's destiny!
Its ancient bark, a wrinkled, weathered hide,
Tells a tale of the time's, swiftly flowing tide.
Inexorably which has grabbed, life in a churn,
On and onwards to - the lands of no return!
...Friday 13th September 2024 10:08 am
The Wake
The Wake
The white ship slides serene, wind-blown,
heedless of its human burthen
while laying wakes but swiftly flown.
Mile-on-mile the dance of heathen
sunbursts play on flashing waters
pretty as maids, or bonds that weaken
as the leaving fades. The snows that fought us
in winters past, tall drifts in proud array,
melt clear in spring before our youngest daugh...
Friday 13th December 2019 1:08 pm
The Lost selfie of Kim Kardashian.
Astarte, Holy Isis, Diana,
unknown nymphs of wood or wave ,
all encompassing Nut,
whose gracile arch holds up the heavens clear.
of such fierce womanhood I would hear.
But ever does my old lyre Wish to strum,
Only for that bulbous bum.
Hittite badonkadonk! Great ass of Akkad!
Whose forebears defied the might of pharaoh ,
...
Thursday 24th January 2019 4:45 pm
Three Nocturnes
Three Nocturnes
While poring over dusty corners of an ancient night
I sang in darken'd evening flight, a voice edged
by the pain of doubt, a tempered blade to fight
an inner shout; the fearful dredge
of insomnia, the purgatory of my silent gaze;
remembrance too of sultry Australian dog days.
South-West karris loom ink-black, and rustle
as night-walkers, stepp...
Friday 27th October 2017 12:55 pm
Yima
King of the world for my time,
I ruled the world, and in my time
There was no death nor disease
(Except, of course, tooth disease
Which we will conveniently ignore).
My father was the sun, and I was
A simple farmer believing in the
Old ways before I met my destiny.
The creator of all things came to me,
And called me to be a prophet.
He asked me to spread his words,
To make his religion,...
Wednesday 11th January 2017 6:51 am
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