Have you seen Grand Jupiter?
Bright Venus? 

Gilded planets, arm in arm?
Climbing down the starlit sky?
Red Mars clad in armored charm?
Tracking brave Orion?
Riding rough his chariot?
As they westward fly?

All I see is you,
Our beating hearts as one,

Such tender kisses, like bright warm sun,
Forever bound in love.
These ragged heartstrings,
Tied so tight,

Entwined in fitful flight.
Blessed by a sacred dove.

Have you heard Beethoven's symphony?
Penned brilliance, scribed, each numbered line,
With fair upward strokes, 'twas keyed in E,

Magnificent orchestra, sounds so fine.

Notes sung crystal clear,
With dazzling cadence, accompanied by pure rhyme,
Perfection to the festooned ear,

Performed in four four time.

All I see is you,

Heartfelt dream and joy,

Soft, unblemished, cunning ploy.

Building castles in the air,

Enlightened vision, sweet pure love.

Precious amour, so seldom fair,

Entranced, embraced by realms above,

Spoken words that dare to care.

Song birds singing in the wood,

Twinkling stars that shimmer, shine,

Perfect flowers blooming as they should,

Two hearts, euphoric, yours and mine,

Clear streams ripple through the dell as only water would,

Quenching thirsty wild deer, budding fruit upon the vine,

Wild nature attired in all its glory,  

Welcome sunshine, oh so fine.

All I see is you,

Your smiling eyes, so chaste,

Lips so delicate, in perfect form,

Your gleaming hair, loosed in haste,

Gentle touch so soft and warm,

Untold passions, fragrant endless kisses,

Filled with boundless charm,

Along a sunset beach we stroll, enraptured, arm in arm.

 

And so it goes! And so it goes!
Where the world stops nobody knows!
With each breath, life goes on!
With every heart beat, precious seconds gone!

Live each moment as if it were your last!
Joy and Love filling future's past!
Each dawning day, every starry night!
Our destined time, Our Creator's delight!

Like comets flying round the Sun!
Like dreams we dream, moments just begun!
Forever One, we all must give!
As Human Kind, we all must live!

Brothers and Sisters, One and all!
If One falters, we all then fall!
Pray for Strength and Pray for Good!
In Life and Love, As we all should!

No lover's passionate kiss,
No others friendly hand to hold,
No partner sharing this earthly bliss,
No warm body snuggling in this winter cold.

La Luna guards love, passion ridden,
Sweet bird song tends this broken heart,
Hermitage keeps emotions hidden,
Vast oceans arrest us, far apart.

Faith, by nature, my constant friend,
Starry constellations awaken heaven,
Compassionate patience supports never ending trend,
As wise Eros provides love's joyous leaven.

Yet behold! Amour and Aphrodite!
Winged youth, armed with bow and arrow,
Sweet lovers sharing love's chaotic flight,
While tragic endings compose the straight and narrow.

God's laughing! Do you hear him?
As Venus and Mars applaud and cheer,
Yet distant Pluto remains far and dim,
While silent Mercury orbits the Sun, void of fear.

Seek love and legend on those starlit nights,
Enchanted comets transfer myth of course,
As solar winds conjure dancing northern lights,
And Saint Valentine pierces hearts without remorse.

Oh Muse! Must I dream of Incubus?
Adapt that role of Succubus?
Succumb to words that can caress?
Portent that phrase, that golden tress?

Wild Rogue, thy cloak is rent,
Soft Lady, thy perfect kiss is bent,
Such imperfection, this dereliction,
Explore selection, life's karmic conviction.

Lo! Broken hearts lay tortured, bleeding,
While unkept promises, tempt fate, so leading,
Words you spoke, rapt in tender embrace,
Love you broke, in love's sordid place.

Your Majesty! I worshiped you!
Your heavenly voice! Your cosmic view!
At last we touched, entwined as one!
Abandoned now, my song unsung!

Sweet music! A placid lick!
Grave lyric! A slanderous tick!
Famous for thy worthsome ways!
Endowing gifts on wondrous days!

I say to you, envision this,
Bleed now, without remiss,
Let drip that honeyed dew,
From veins sliced deeply through,
Like fresh ripe melons picked by you,
Unceremoniously carved and cut in two.

Trace love careful, with simple pleasure,
Triangulate despair, with perfect measure,
Where silver hopes, so oft in dreams,
Whence golden wishes swoon, or so it seems,
Then so sudden, dashed, lost forever in most foul weather,
Fine linen torn, unmended, tossed reckless out on frosted heather.

This broken heart, burned with unkempt desire,
A tortured soul, branded by raging fire,
Emotions rampant, unyielding pain,
Grip firm, this cruel sword again,
Unleash thy blood, that keeps one whole,
Let gruesome will, take its earthly toll.

Alas! These tears that stream down this face,
Behold! Scarred sadness in this lonely place,
Desire wends, finds its sacred mark,
Life's blood streams, in this unholy dark,
Away! Away! Yet demons advance!
Feast on this sorrow, this happenstance!

Again sharp blade severs, deep and true,
Subterranean grief, so cold and blue,
Pounding heart enveloped, by this lurid fight,
Crushing anguish surrenders, to this blinded sight,
Precious life fades, eyes close without remorse,
Bled freely, death comes riding this dolor horse.

There is a man named Zoppity-bop-Bop-Bop,
Who does the hoppity-hop-hop-hop,
When Mr. Sun brightly shines,
Zoppity-B creates lyric words and rhymes,
When Mr. Moon radiantly beams,
Happy Elves shindig, with quacking monotremes,
Jigging, jiving, spiraling round red hot flames,
Zoppity-B spouts red hot names,
Mr. bop-Bop-Bop waltzes round that shadowy dell,
Playing music games, rhyming words that gel,
Beezow Doo-Doo Zoppity-bop-Bop-Bop,
Wildly jigging that hippity-hop-hop-hop,
Old Rumplestiltskin hoofs it, dances round that fiery blaze,
Conjuring cosmic wishes in that dizzy spaced-out haze,
Imagining he might spin straw to gold,
While Zoppity-B spins white hot lines, we're told.

Damn the British, for all their plight and plunder,
Damn the Americans too, for all they have rent asunder,
Nations, throughout the world destroyed,
With unrelenting war,  uncompromising thunder.

In the name of freedom, they fly their flags,
They spur their steeds, they whip their nags,
In the guise of good, they force their creeds,
With willful spite, they occupy foreign crags.
 
Leaders of honour, so they claim, 
War drums beating, they oft lay blame,
With tortuous hearts, filled with greed and sin,
They steal innocent lives, without an ounce of shame.

As ages end, their empires shall crumble,
Along the way, each king shall fumble,
Their own people desert them, peaceful folk enslaved,
Those tyrants will fail and fall, their heads shall tumble.

Damn All those nations, that cause world strife,
Damn all those armies, falsely blowing freedom's fife,
Lies and wickedness, with all their horrors,
They're damned to hell, for each stolen life.

Five Swans

Today down on still, pacific marsh,
Five snow white swans spent swimming,
Contrasting plumage, stark and harsh,
Quite contrary to Spring's dry brown trimming.

One lone turtle rested, still, reposed,
Tranquilly serene, balanced on that  favored log,
Basking in warm sunshine, old Emydidae dozed,
Turtle's  hard shell shining on that placated bog.

Two puddle ducks dabbling here, three diving ducks there,
Blue Teal with handsome Mallard, Goldeneye with showy Bufflehead,
Regeneration, journey's recess on this halcyon pool, with hardly a care,
Feasting, rejuvenating, till they're plumply fed.

Four song birds flitted to and fro,
Singing happy songs, warbling a splendid trill,
Amongst tall rushes,  whence rushes sprout and grow,
Seeking errant bugs asleep on Nature's window sill.

Woodland's edge, bordering this peaceful pond,
Behold! Six whitetail deer standing still and quiet,
Welcome sunlight dappled, etching a bent and broken frond,
Does and yearlings, nearby a buck, browsing on their spring bud diet.

Seven moths floating on delightful wafting breeze,
Columns and currents of warm spring air, uplifting will,
Flapping powdered wings, drifting midst that esoteric tease,
How long moth's life till it lies spent and still?

Today's the day I count all things,
Eight more of those, nine of these,
Ten dancing woodland Elves wearing golden rings,
Eleven Sprites and Nymphs play hide and seek amongst tall trees.

A dozen lofty peaks reach for the azure sky,
Those rocky ramparts tower high above the fen,
Countless, lazy clouds billow, slowly by,
As April marks the days of men.

Respect, it's a two way street,
Where consideration and honour deftly meet,
Where two beings conjoin with favourable esteem,
Where thought and words combine to mean,
One sees the other with venerable eyes,
Where space and time entwines and ties,
Where admirable sense never lies,
Where regard and awe, oft do comply.

Mirror Mirror

Oh mirror! Thy reflection dost surely show,
Minds eye, those surly demons, whenst we go,
That placid venture, that one dreams,
Our mirrored image, or so it seems.

Plot against us, poor whip o' will,
Shining knight confronts us, lance leveled, still,
Sojourn, thy paltry ways adorned,
God's vision, mixed, crowned and thorned.

Behold! A flaring love for thee,
A dance, a song, sung on bended knee,
Confirmed, contorted, twisted plight,
Revealing misconstrued moth eaten flight.

Thine enemy stares back at thee,
That heartless being, condemning thou with guilty plea,
Hark! Open thine eyes and search thine face,
Seek a child's wisdom, look for simple grace.

Truth lies beneath that wrinkled brow,
Hence aged years discards youth, and yet somehow,
Life's sins confessed, wars thou hast fought,
Thine weathered face, disguised by thought.

Frank languid lesson thou dost serve,
Impatient heaven where angels tread,
A warriors blade born with fatal curve,
Flung from cliffs where poems are read.

Oh divergent moon! So bright when thou art full,
A diver's realm sunk in trenches deep,
Wrench heartfelt passion, a violent pull,
As embroiled lovers battle salubrious sleep.

Whence calving glaciers hug the sea,
Trudging armies, spent, foiled in the dell,
Like that human touch from you to me,
Purloined by fate and doomed to hell.

Such tender kisses from thy sweet Venus lips,
Sordid chains of glory, wrapped, tightly bound,
Divorced from courage, Aphrodite's perfect hips,
Scarred by love, that Amour once found.

Sweet Life

Friends! Seek Sweet Life!
Not deep darkness or stressful strife!
Open Your Hearts to Joyful Light!
Seek that narrow path that puts us right!
We live to see each day unfold,
God grants us life that we may be bold!
Pilgrim, exodus to the apex of your tallest mountain!
Where Sages quench their thirst from God's Holy Fountain!
Seeker, dive to the bottom of the abysmal sea,
Discover your quest, unseen mysteries divulged to thee,
Sojourn inward, deep within your very Soul,
Pray God in Heaven will keep you whole!
Most of all, Give Love!
Hadj! Like Angels in Heaven above!
Every heartbeat, an endowment, rife,
Each precious moment, a gift of life!

Bohemian April donning this Kerouac snow,
Ginsberg flakes drift heavy, thick and slow,
Early birds sing as frigid evening falls,
Brave sprouts shiver as cold spring calls.

Hail! Friend Mercury lend some warming rays!
Kind Jupiter send gentle giant ways!
Warrior Mars abruptly charge this winter cast!
Spectral Venus conjure sweet spring at last!

Long winter months so dark and cold,
Legend thrives midst myth that's seldom told,
Avast Ye brethren seeking welcome spring,
Pray May will dawn, fragrant flowers bring.

Stand firm! Eager gardeners must surely wait,
Spade and hoe in hand by closed garden gate,
Waxing moon, half-blind by clouded curtain, such somber gaze,
As April snow, gently falls, crystal cold, through misty haze.

In fond and loving memory of Olwen Joy Byatt who was called home by God on February 6th 2012, the following post (below). 

 Today would be her birthday. 

Winter's drear fast becomes myth and lore. 

 Spring Breeze wafts knocking on that castle door, 
singing sweet birdsong, yield more! 

Pray old Keewatin, 
withdraw and bid her enter this crystalline room. 

 Mauve Crocus awake with sacred bloom. 

 Nubile sister Daffodil thrusts ripe spears toward a welcome sun, 
awaiting Easter morn to come.
Yet flourish, showing off her lustrous yellow bonnet. 

 Must be April, accompanied by cheerful lyric sonnet!

 Abide with me! Perhaps partake of joyous Spring! 

 Yesterday's rainbow thrives still higher, 
with all the hopes this dream will bring! 

 Rejoice! Hallelujah! 

 Winged Archangels lead this heavenly choir,
 as throngs of glorious Angels sing!