Blessed words, like Blessed Creation,
Inspired phrases, gifting Blessed Inspiration,
Harmonized letters, free of chains and fetters,
Mixed and stirred and baked,
Never chemically processed or otherwise faked,
Some poets dance steps,
Followed by thumb snapping Heps-sters,
Or Hipsters or Hippies,
Sporting little do-hickeys,
Choosing rainbow colours of hair,
Donning desired garb that they wear,
Depending on tribe, or primal groove,
Oh those poems and songs, how they make me move!

Mental up, time takes no prisoners,
half empty, half full,
we choose our own cup.

Oceans of emotions reef the world,
rivers of tears and gales of laughter, set the stage,
as precious moments are unfurled.

Runes like tunes tell of fortune and strife,
naked, under all, we fumble, or dance, 
through this dreamy, cosmic life.
 
Choose your cup well,
for melodies, and day dreams, like acid,
can be placid or hell.

Shine on, as the moon and the sun, 
climb down the velvet sky,
seek glorious meadows where lions and lambs gently lie.

Ring chimes, eat limes, sing harmonious, 
as the stars tell their historic tale,
pray for peace, time filled with love,
so your soul doesn't stumble or fail.

Exudation

Exude reciprocity,
All familial works,
Magnanimous generosity,
With tricky orgasmic quirks.

Can sun shine any harder?
Could seas rise still higher?
Might wars empty every home's larder?
May revolution expose every lying liar?

Contain dormant blind rage,
Digest emotional yearning,
Lock-up evil in a steel cage,
Remove the blinders so we keep learning.

Salmon fin upstream seeking new beginning,
Arctic Terns brave storms, far north and due south,
Caribou wander rugged taiga and treeless tundra migrating,
God's creation serving obscure reality, hand to mouth.

Instagram a sultry, sleeping world,
Tweet cryptic, mystic rhymes,
Catch bolting asteroids with bare hands as they're hurled,
Twitter blips and bleeps 'cross a silent universe in these arcane times.

Dissolve freedom,
Disassemble all life,
Let blasphemy curtail Eden,
Epitaphs lay discarded by the wayside, flensed and broken by the warlords bloodied knife.

There's a cosmic wheel turning,
Stars duly yield to instant karma in the vastness of this revolving universe,
Planets and moons juggle realms, juxtaposed round suns blazing, evolving, burning,
Buddha sojourns with Brahma in heavenly repose, quietude, sipping sweetened tea, humming sacred chants and Sanskrit verse. 

Round the horn of Mars mounted knights prevail,
Past Saturn's rings, deep into space they sail,
Gleaning golden orbs of cosmic dust, they halt and hail,
God's word, unified in thought and deed, adorned with shining armour, linked by holy chain mail.

Guess the weight of the planet!
Remove all obstacles as ambient order walks hand in hand with virulent disorder,
Stare forever into an oblong sun, mixing myth and mystery, as God planned it,
Compelled by hearts desire, wandering down this timeless corridor.

Dig new potatoes, blissful, as the neighbour's cattle low,
Sit eating peaches under a flashing summer haze,
Mutter murky prose as stockpiles of munitions round the world grow,
Revel in posterity as death counts the dead, plagued by this rancid daze.

All things finally into dust,
Into black holes all wanton light congeals,
Sediments of existence fail and rust,
Alpha and Omega, diligent time forever conceals.

If love exists, if God exists, if intimacy is not crushed,
One heart joins all in this sacred test,
If delusion alludes to character that remains unbrushed,
One world, one planet, one soul, fulfills the quest.

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.