The Ag'eds Cloak
Winters place in seasons march, sure scrubs old year of doubtful worth.
And offers new a year to start, with freshened snowy cleans'ed earth.
Rest ye roots don frigid cloth, bless winters hoary atmosphere.
That purges deep the wretched dross, gathered thru the growing year.
Springs call to life the way of old, azimuth cast in memory;
Invigorated Bios told return to fruitful sanctity.
Hopes' vigor now cannot abstain, when The Ag'eds cloaks disowned.
Basking in the Suns' sweet reign, new Life will sit upon the throne.
Summoned March bids Aprils' tune, play warming Mays' request for June.
July abounds with life abold, filling zealot Augusts' soul.
Verdant orchards lush with call, in growth to harvest for the fall.
Capshiefs bearing golden tan, rejoice in Summers fertile hand.
And now its' done Harvests' pause, the focused mark of portioned cause.
Plentiful are the yields of gain, from Winter, Spring, and Summers reign.
Creations chaff soon unveils, at No'vems call to chilblains ail.
Then soothing calm ends years' travail,
Cause Age'eds cloak rests all things well.
circa 1996
A Poem for My Love
Our marriage vows witnessed by God, upon that special day, I hold as dear to those who ask,
what reason, can you say?
No hesitation do I show to honor their behest,
She is my love, my perfect mate,
a lovely Orchid - Blessed!
God received my woeful plea
for one who could attest,
to His love in her life,
He answered my request.
And from that day three things I say
have blossomed through our love!
They are:
God first gave us support and hope
in times that seemed severe.
We then rejoiced at blessings great
when kind Prov'dence drew near.
Our children rejoiced in our delight,
witnessed they our bond of peace.
We longed to demonstrate for them
God's marriage vows complete.
Last we look at no one else
to finish our paths today.
When we're apart it hurts our Heart
Together we shall stay!
Love you my dear on this your special day!
Happy Birthday! My Love!
2014
The Ancient Artifact
An ancient wooden dummy flask,
stored in a tomb and caused to last,
Reveals an ancient people's thrall,
for dreams of hidden blissful "ka".
From the ancient craftsmen's hands,
go echoes of that ag'ed land.
Her Nile is shown in similitude,
with wavy lines of green and blue.
Eternal, overflowing "khu"
seeps down the sides for us to view.
The Sahara guards his holy ground,
seen through yellows, tans, and browns.
The rare and ancient wood was part,
of Imhotep's dream of holy art.
In my opinion, the ancient saw,
a source of "Ma'at" for the "Ba"!
Feb. 2015
Past and Future Poets
Love was received by those able to seek the better way, but only in so far as the constraints of our Maker and Sustainer behoved us to wonder.
Considering the path that would uncover a facet of that most beautiful diamond, we sometimes cherished the beauty of the lines drawn by a man's hand, perhaps with a finger in the soil. Certainly pen to paper.
Ere long though, we slowly sank in the clumsyness of our own efforts, as children who fumble at triffles, but yea, we persevered, it was apt.
And as much as was in us, we chose poetry among the stars and left the earth behind.
5/20/2007
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