You died on a Tuesday,
Agony ended your life,
Breaking my heart on that blue day,
Your pain stabbed deep like a knife.

In the end you suffered and cried,
Helpless I watched, suffering with you those hours,
Hoping miracles would save you, I tried,
Praying "God grant me courage with your Holy Ghost powers."

Heedfully I attended as precious life left you,
One last breath, your heart stopped in turn,
Grieving, wretched I sat, trembling too,
Death and the reaper I numbly spurn.

I miss you so much I could cry,
Your grave is the place where you stay,
So much strife fills my mind I could die,
My soul whispers words where you silently lay. 

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My loyal companion Tippy came into my life when she was six months old, a rescue dog I fortunately found at the SPCA kennel. She was 13 years, 4 months old when she died on April 22, 2014.

 

Spring! Genetic destiny creating me male!
Krek krek! Krek krek! Krek krek!
Reviewing Crake vocals, I'm known as Landrail,
Hear me calling! See my long Rail neck!

Migrating from Africa, such a long ways I've flown,
Shannon's blue ribbon, flowing o'er that grand Emerald Isle,
Some call me Corn Crake, chestnut plumage I've grown,
Departing, my relations head to Asia, north, along the blue Nile.

Back home in Ireland, exclaiming loudly, "I'm here!",
Hoping to heed, an echo, any answering cry!
Patiently resting! Day into night, sky starry and clear,
Calling! Calling! Hoping for some nesting reply!

Krek krek! Krek krek! Krek krek!
Waiting, listening, croaking krek even more,
Not knowing I'm the last Crake on this broken wreck,
Yes, I'm the final Corn Crake, landing on this far shore.

Yet I call and I call, feathered brethren, please hear,
Not knowing my brothers, they've disappeared from this land,
Night into day, nary Crake's rustle or call, standing long-legged, so austere,
Not one other Landrail, flown home here to Ireland, to nest by the sand.

Still this cool night, bright stars shine, twinkle above,
So still my heart, my calls urgent, pierced by my tongue,
So weep, Shannon River, where Crake's once nested with love,
Such joy is lost, last one of my kind, Rail song still unsung.

Was this God's prayer for us? A terminal plan?
Has creation ordered my species lost?
Extinction, written in heaven, or committed by man?
God's given Grace . . . what mortal sin . . . what ultimate cost?!

Falling snow, every solitary flake, thousands upon millions,
like all the thoughts and dreams of son and man,
each flake, every sleeping vision, thousands upon zillions,
reflecting each life lived, mirroring every unborn plan.

Rangy wild horses galloping through sandy dunes,
scourged from earth in storybook fashion, one last mystical unicorn,
gulf dolphins perishing like ancient civilization's long lost ruins,
purged enmasse by unholy oil, Archangel Michael trumpeting God's Holy horn.

Crisp snow flakes, like corn flakes, freshly spilled from creation's box,
licked by sweet milk and honey under Buddha's Bodhi tree,
strangled by golden rings, fixed round the tame neck of wily red fox,
like streams of sacred light, beaming through the cosmos wild and free.

What thoughts, like thunderbolts, escape this ethereal compound?
Can birds fly when snow falls and errant light is swallowed by black holes?
Does science pose, like Saintly miracles, snowflakes that are so profound?
Will deserts e'er encapsulate nebulae, planting seeds of life in galactic shoals?

Cold snow, razed by death, dissolving into sacred water,
like a lover's tender kiss, a beating heart, installing love foremost,
fluid molding this wheel of life, caressing strokes from a Messianic potter,
Fire Scribe, Keeper of the Gate, resting upright, guarding Heaven's door post. 

Can man ascend this course, seeking lost pearls, shrouded by descending snow?
Transcend thick clouds, blindly stepping across that fiery lake?
Inquisitor's restricting Souls, condemn each one with hateful mortal blows.
Conquistadors seek Eden's Tree of Life, paying homage to that sacred snowflake.

Whence we came, crossing esoteric time and astral space,
rounding Orion's Cross, reciting Divine Words in poetic ways,
spinning midst this Sacred Circle, tatting this fine lace,
confounded by life's stormy trance, while snowflakes drift, when winter stays.

Angel's sing, though not one mourns, while life turns to death,
I promise, I'll always be with you, even upon my funeral pyre.
Water spills life's blood, crossing that sacred ocean, suck my final breath,
frozen crystals fall, making memories, as cold white snow drifts ever higher.

Behold Buddha! Behold Christ! Behold this Sacred Tree of Life!
Behold Heaven! Behold Time! Behold this Esoteric Space!
Behold Love! Behold Compassion! Behold Nature's strife!
Behold Soul! Behold Snow! Behold God's Holy Face!

Amongst my topaz necklace dreams,
Cloaked by my scarlet life,
A blazing Sun climbed up it seems,
Wounded by a silver-bladed knife.

Bearing each heartache's lasting scars,
Rose diamond's ling'ring sorrows never lie,
While Venus sends love notes to Mars,
In turn, Sun fell down an azure sky.

Rememb'ring life's forgotten rainbow dreams,
Midst watermelon days, bliss simply stood,
Emerald memories drift and fade it seems,
As brilliant hope rejoiced, just as it should.

Shining stars, one thousand blazing light years, time now,
Thence my love, dance on, let blessed peace refrain,
White Buffalo Calf Woman, Messiah, rapt in psalm, come Holy Cow,
Accord sweet dove, repent, binding thee with thy sacred chain. 

Lost dreams, ne'er be found, 'til sacred suns have set,
Scores of hearts broken, such harsh emotion, since John Lennon died,
Luminous stars, ten thousand light years, advancing yet,
Countless burning tears we've shed, since John Lennon died.

Endless harvest, whence fate's dominion sparks finial domain,
Precious souls proceed, take strident steps, forge bliss ahead,
Resolving heaven, where winged archangels solve this final pain,
Exact, retreat Hell's fiery gate, still heed, swallow poison, whate'er is fed.

Refrain, phrased love, generous harmony, mending broken hearts, lest stead,
What grand music lost, what profound word sets, since John Lennon died?
Did some great peace arise, deliverance, from John and Yoko's goodwill bed?
Such poetic verse, pearl genius, now forever gone, since John Lennon died.

Thrust Jacob's sharpened dagger deep, so vital sense vacates horrid spurn,
Trumpets blaring, ascending skyward, faith leaps, via such hallowed sound,
Rejoice! Divine muse, begin this Buddha journey, as perfumed incense burn,
Supreme revolution! Seeking proper process, revolving thoughts, profound.

Cosmic realms, helpless, like drowned victims floating nude, in a deep cold sea,
Gentle verse accompany rhythmic rhyme, imagine, music gone, since John Lennon died,
Ten years later, gypsies rocket 'round a fueled fire, entertaining raucous Alvin Lee,
Giving precious peace a chance, caressing hands, since John Lennon died.

One last kiss, my love, ere Ockham's razor cuts deep through flaccid veins,
Let love resist, let social morals desist, as morbid truth doth hide,
Truss honour to this sacred tree, toss vibrant sunset to the wind, all for worldly gains,
Save broken hearts, long lost dreams, all dead and buried, since John Lennon died. 

Where Dreams Are Born

Slumber sweet love,
Where dreams are born,
Let true love linger,
Lest wounded hearts be torn.

Sojourn my love,
In waves of passion,
Where soul meets self,
In heavenly fashion.

With every heart beat,
Savour each ling’ring kiss,
Those precious moments,
Where two hearts find bliss.

One look, one soft touch,
Your gentle nature,
I fell in love,
With your gentle stature.

Rejoice my love,
Seek heaven’s dream,
Where Saints and Angels,
Sip honeyed cream.

Dew drop reflecting,
Cool rain falling,
Two hearts beating,
Sweet love is calling.

Night is coming!
Can you hear dwellers dwelling?
Can you hear wakeful awakening?
Do you see mediators meditating?
Do you see morning stars surrendering?
Storm is coming!
Can you hear drummers drumming?
Can you hear mummers mumming?
Do you see hummers humming?
Do you see jackboots marching?
War is coming!
Can you see buyers buying?
Can you see players playing?
Do you hear bombers bombing?
Do you hear war planes droning?
Death is coming!
Can you hear spinners spinning?
Can you hear heartbeats beating?
Do you see preachers preaching?
Do you see farmers planting?
Rapture is coming!
Can you hear desires desiring?
Can you hear droplets dripping?
Do you see conquerors conquering?
Do you see reality reeling?
Buddha is coming!
Can you see dyers dying?
Can you see floaters floating?
Do you hear dashers dashing?
Do you hear thunder crashing?
Heaven is coming!
Can you see raged raging?
Can you see tempters tempting?
Do you hear trumpets trumpeting?
Do you hear worthy praying?
Nirvana is coming!
Can you see sleepers sleeping?
Can you see visionaries envisioning?
Do you hear enlightenment enlightening?
Do you hear blissful breathing?
New Day is coming!
Can you hear potters potting?
Can you hear reapers reaping?
Do you see seers seeing?
Do you see God's Blessed birds singing?
Life is coming!