Songs of the Bard

Solemnly the bard calmly sings though the days
Punctuated by nights filled with the light of stars
With pale moon that makes lovers swoon so soon,
And the tune is new with each rising of the sun,
So that the poet has just begun a fresh new song
Sung long as the minutes grow into hours of light,
Slow and bright, taking flight from earth to sight
Of heaven, where time is known but not shown,
And eternity sweeps over his soul filling the hole
In everlasting joy and welcome peace as he plays
His part, bringing art to the beauty of his duty
Happily welling up to an overflowing blessing
In the heart of a bard, who counts hard moments
As joyful messages of certain growth and vision
Beyond the present into an unknown tomorrow
Laden with hope and promise of new beginnings
Never ceasing but increasing in love from above
. . .
Solemnly the bard calmly sings though the days
Punctuated by nights filled with the light of stars
With pale moon that makes lovers swoon so soon

Flowing Into One Another … Your Love

Oh I prayed and thought you didn’t hear, my Shepherd so dear;
So I screamed and fell, yet you still felt so very far away.
I cried, lamented, and my very soul was gripped in abject fear;
In oppressive darkness I laid down with my own ending so near.

Ah, do we embrace before ere we touch? Sweet kiss
In the Eye of the Mind before lips ever meet?
Like the oceans and the river and the mountain
Springs, do we flow into one another, fulfilling?

You awakened me from my deathly slumber and enabled me to see;
You moved in the night in heavenly light, and answered my plea;
You opened my eyes, breathing in me life in timeless eternity,
So your Spirit rushes in, and in your love is my only safety.

Ah, shall we laugh and cry like the wind and the rain?
Play like the moonlight across sweet mountain lake?
Shall we belong to each other, both giving and receiving,
Never living apart, no more than branch without tree?


Note: First published in June 2015, now republished due to some renewed interest as well as for the enjoyment (and inspiration?) of new reader-followers. Blessings to one and all!

How Does the Poet Explain?

How does the poet adequately explain his poetry
Without much pain, at the risk of sounding insane?
If the poet could explain her melodic words
Flowing serenely in rhyme and fine rhythm,
Then she may as well have written in prose
Rather than posing as a poet, you know it?
Poetry is an esoteric world of its own
Where the seeds of thought are sown
To be shown in an exquisite garden
Of variegation of creative creation,
Not in straight farm-like rows to plow,
So how, O how, does the poet now explain . . .
Poetry is potently mysterious
While making mystical sense
To the avid, passionate lover of metrical verse,
And it’s nothing to rehearse,
But to engage and fascinate!
It is to attract and grip and rivet the very heart,
But play no part in essays and academic articles!
Indeed, how does the poet amply explain his poetry
Without much pain, at the risk of sounding insane?
No! Vain is the task of trying and without any gain!


Note: First published in early November 2016, now republished due to some renewed interest as well as for the enjoyment (and edification?) of new reader-followers.

An Unexpected Departure

Many days washed away during an unexpected stay
In a place secluded from the pace of ordinary ways
For the repair of mind to find fresh peace and solace
And a newer lease on life and serenity unfurled
In this world of painful woes and watery wishes
And now to see what may yet be in store for me
With hope … always anticipation in an emancipation
From baseless fear with God so near and angels dear
Yes, with this I have made the return
With hope that burns right brightly!
After days washed away during an unexpected stay

Have You Ever?

Have you ever seen your life reflected in someone’s eyes?
Have you ever felt your unseen self floating in the skies?
Have you ever heard your unsung song sung in a stream?
Have you ever met your mirror image in a vivid dream?
Have you ever known there is more to you than you see?
Have you ever shown yourself what your self could be?
Have you ever been drawn beyond the dawn of being . . .?
Have you ever?

Battle of Heart and Mind

Your heart leads one way and your mind another,
So you confide in father, mother, sister ‘n brother
Because you don’t know what to do, when or how,
But you want to bow to the leanings of your heart,
But the sensibility of your mind takes another part,
So you start to unravel as differing advice is given,
And you can no longer clearly see virtue and vice;
Ah! Does not the heart lead the way thru the day,
While the mind binds you to stay in the banality
Of rationality, bold but so terribly cold, unfeeling?
Yet the heart often leads astray and it’s the mind
That holds you at bay within sense and sensibility;
So what do you do? Follow the pull of your heart?
Or depart from emotion in motion with the mind?
Ah! Heart and mind at war . . . and which will win?

Holding You, Holding Me

Somehow only because of you I have made it through,
Made it through another day and night without fright;
You put all my dæmons to flight by your bright light,
And the sight of you cheered me thru the dreary dark;
Your warm arms are strong and your grip is powerful,
And long though the day may be you never let me go,
And I sing for the joy you bring like flowers in Spring;
Oh, how can it be that you love me so? I cannot see,
But I lift my voice and dance for the choice you made
When you bade me come to you, into your embrace
Where I am sound ‘n safe, and my very heart pounds
Inside my chest as I hold the very best in this world!


Note: Originally published in January of this year, now republished for the enjoyment of new reader-followers … and because it is especially dear to my heart! Blessings to one and all!

Brighter Days and Ways Ahead

Fret not, there are brighter days ahead and lighter ways to walk;
Blessings will stalk your every step as you are kept in serenity,
Surrounded by a community more like family than blood kindred;
And you will work ‘n play in peace with a brand new lease on life
Not rife with painful anxiety and dubiety in society of false piety,
But tranquil will be your hours and rich the bowers of your heart,
And you will lazily stretch in satisfaction at the attraction of a life
Of graceful beauty in which duty is like a disguised game for fun
Begun with the dawn of each new morning without mourning . . .
Indeed, there are brighter days ahead and lighter ways to walk
As blessings stalk your every step as you are kept in pure serenity