When all Things are put Right
I see a day, a future day – a day beyond my sight.
A glorious day, a sought-for day – when things are all put right.
A day when wrongs on earth once done – those wrongs are put aside.
When evil deeds and thoughts are drowned in Goodness’ rising tide!
There is a day, a future day, a day without base blight.
A hoped for day, a latter day, when things are all put right.
Unfinished deeds, and…
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Sea of Glass
I saw a vision of the world, and what would come to pass
I saw a throne, a mighty throne: upon a sea of glass.
A throne that judges, one that sees the thought of every man,
And foreknew every deed and word – before the world began.
I saw a vision of the world, and what would come to be
I saw a throne, a mighty throne: upon a crystal sea.
A throne of mercy to the heart humility has learned.
A…
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Out of Time
I think I was born out of time. My birth it should have been
When dragons flew.
When giants slew.
When knights served King and Queen.
In olden times, I’d be a prince. Or mage. Or anchorite.
I’d tread the sand
Of holy land.
Make derring-do in fight.
When miracles were commonplace. When fairies woke to walk
By night. By day.
With dryads play.
When animals could talk.
When life was all a fairy-tale.…
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Honoured Mâtre
The Honored Mâtre stood silent and stared
At all that she surveyed. The one who dared
Match strength or wits with her – that one would die!
Nothing would stop the reckless few who’d try
To take her place. Let come whatever may –
She would ensure her subjects would obey
In the meantime her every wish and whim.
She pondered with a thoughtful visage grim
Her latest problem: where her enemies
Had…
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Black Death
The man crawled on. Almost bereft of life.
He’d lost – poor soul – his child and his wife
To this creeping pandemic, the Black Death
That even now sapped at his strength. His breath
Smelt foul. His sight was bleary. When his crawl
Took him up to the base of a stone wall
He paused, exhausted, and collapsed to wait
Until, revived, he could crawl through the gate.
The gate was open. Long time past…
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Anti-Friends Duo
My anti-friend, with anti-love, gave me an anti-smile
Of anti-care, anti-concern. And in a little while
They moved onwards to someone else. I saw their anti-care
Was given automatically. As if I wasn’t there.
To them – I wasn’t there at all. They’d greet my anti-self
Pretending it was really me. They didn’t want myself.
They played life like a masquerade. A pretense, with me seeming
OK. To me –…
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The Bottomless Pit - v3
There is a Pit whose bottomless Dark depths cannot be plumbed. ConfessThe limitations of mankind -The mortal bounds of human mindThat cannot guess, that cannot thinkNor understand, whose powers shrink,That cannot comprehend this thing:A black shaft fathomless, havingNo end, and with black darkness filledForever. Lightless. Empty. Chilled.A prison kept for Judgement DayTo lock angels who fell…
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The Bottomless Pit - v2
The endless shaft goes down and downContaining naught but darkness woundAround itself. Bottomless namedThis pit, which vicious pests containedFor aeons till an angel’s keyUnlocked the grievous mysteryAnd smoke arose to blot the sky,Darken the sun and air wherebyBesides the smoke, up from the PitCame locusts streaming out of itTo torment those who lack God’s sealWith scorpion-stings. The people…
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Life's a Sleep
Life’s a sleep from which we wake
One day to die. A grave mistake
Is to insist that life on earth
Is all there is. No second birth
To wake our spirit from our dreams
By dying – waking up from gleams
Of dim perceptions into Truth
With no regrets. Nor griefs. Nor ruth.
For if by dying I should live
What fool demands what life can’t give?
Life’s dream which slowly, surely dies
Begets us more than we…
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The Bottomless Pit - v1
The Bottomless PitWhat is it?An endless holeWhere darkness stoleTo hide its headWhere it is saidJudgement will comeWith trump and drumOn the Last DayWhen angels sayThe dragon castIs chained at lastOnce more to riseInto Earth’s skiesTo war on thoseThat Yahweh choseTo be His ownWho now are shownDeliveranceWhich the Lord grantsTo slay MagogDragon and GogConsumed with fireOn their own pyreIn crimson…
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Cannae
Hannibal’s Victory at Cannae
The mounds of dead covered Apulia’s plain And Cannae was surrounded with the slain.Cohorts of Romans dead – killed as they standEncircled by the allies I command:Gauls, Libyans, and Hispanians, troops of horseNumidian, Celts, Iberians, and of courseBalearic slingers, many an elephantFor breaking up the Roman lines when pent,Unable to maneuver, or break outOf my steel…
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Reality Strikes - Duo
Ouch! That hurt! I feel the crack
Of hard reality attack
The comfy bubble of my dreams –
Of hopes and future plans – which seems
To buckle slowly, and begin
To shatter, wholly giving in
To a large sledgehammer of force.
It is Reality, of course,
Coming to destroy, break and shatter
All that things I once thought matter:
Till Reality came nigh
To smash my dreams and see them die.
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Four Seasons - Autumn (into Winter)
Autumn slows. But Winter dies
As all the land about now lies
Under a blanket of white snow.
Yet who can see the seeds below
That hidden sleep and hibernate
As they for springtime patient wait?
Mankind in winter comes of age
And with its wisdom might engage
New generations still to come
To reach out, teach and enrich some
Young children springing from the womb
While they themselves accept their…
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Reality Strikes - Uno
Ouch! My world just felt the hammer
Of a stark reality
That came and smashed my hopes to pieces
It happened so suddenly!
All was right to go this morning
Till the sledgehammer of life
Crushed my world to tiny fragments
Dreams are nixed. Chaos is rife.
What is left for me to cling to?
All my hopes turned to a lie –
Smashed to fragments by a hammer
Breaking me as it passed by.
Reality is like a…
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Four Seasons - Summer (into Autumn)
Summer grows, but Autumn seres
Curbing the growth of former years.
Leaves are lost, branches no more
Are pliant, though they upwards soar
With brittle strength, resilience grows
More slowly. But the coming snows
Yet are resisted stoutly. Men
In their autumnal years can gain
Great stamina, enduring strength
To persevere for winter’s length.
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Identity - Retro Charm
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Four Seasons - Spring (into Summer)
Spring is seeding. Summer growth.
Spring is birthing. Summer both
Plants growing up and bearing fruit.
Just so do sons of men repute
Their summer years of actions, deeds,
Their springtime to the opening seeds
Of thought late planted that do sprout
To bring a good harvest about.
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