Look at the sky and find a day moon,
Go and catch the borrower with a pin,
Tell me where all pasts have gone,
Or who has tricked the fire demon,
Teach me to hear nature’s whisper,
And to walk in the sky, beautiful.
Category: Poetry
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the waves of memories
The ocean sends the detritus
Of memories written in water
And lashes it in tidal petulance
Untamed, forceful, to this shore
Of the world where I now wander
Aimlessly, alone, in the nostalgia
for the times I bid the return in vain
As the waves gush my footsteps over
With foams of oblivion, never to return.
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star searcher
Hounds are racing; horses are galloping,
She is running up on the hill so steep bedraggled
Panting in staccatos of fleeting hopes
for her star that someone stole away.
So she runs up on the hill again and ever
Till she finds her lost star.
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Avalon
Across the five continents and seven seas
Beyond the bridges of time over the Lethe
There is the Fortune Isle – enchanting Avalon
Where all things grow and perfect themselves
Not by physical labor but by nature’s magician
in the sovereignty of nine faerie queens’ realm
of Prudence, Justice, Fortitude, and Temperance
Adonized in Beauty, revered in magnificence
As Morgan Le Fay, the Queen of the queens
Keeps the Holy Grail under the Sacred Oak
With her half-brother, once mortal King Arthur
Whom the Queen has brought from the battlefield
By Black Boat from which her paramour Dane Ogier
Came to Avalon, where his journey ended in a tryst
With the Queen by the lake of shining waters
Where she brought her son Oberon into light
who became the king of faeries and married Titania.
Avalon is near and far, real and mythical from whither
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the sound of the sea
Where the ocean sends forth
The breeze of the shrill west
Pegasus gallops over the waves
Neighing in wondrous force, full of pathos
Dolorous, vigorous, resembling
The great conch of Poseidon, resounding
Across a boundless reach of the sky.
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fancy away
Carry me into your faerie chariot,
take me away from this humdrum rut
Over the bridge of the rainbows
Far away to the Elysian gardens
Where I will promenade fancy-free.
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