Resting Awhile

rest awhile with us far-off companion,

ford the rivers, valleys, heaven’s views,

rest awhile in garden, once of anguish,

rest awhile with us, we’ll rest with you.

turn again to us, far-off companion,

turn again to us, we turn to you,

though earth may stop for time to catch the moment,

it turns again, rotates as if anew.

believe in us again, far-off companion,

we believe in love as you confessed,

naught but love believes nor acts so kindly,

belief in love enacted, gently blessed.

rest awhile in garden, olives birthing,

budding life, reborn from winter’s death,

quiet in the garden, there we rested,

unbeknown of love till heaven’s test.

Under Archons

Rights and responsibilities. Take them or leave them – not one without the other.

Poesy plus Polemics

Archon Basileus From the East Frieze of the Parthenon Archon Basileus
From the East Frieze of the Parthenon

men great and small will hold titles
but the salient fact of democracies
is that no one shall arrogate powers
sufficient to squander the will of the many
we invented republics to stabilize
disparate motives we built the efficient
mechanics to sublimate dangerous
impulses raised up sound frameworks
whose functions may give of a prosperous
civics respective of commonweal needs

where then and when did we fail
ourselves turning away from self-rule
leaving all the hard work and rewards
to a band of self-interested ideologues
who would rather bring grandeur to ruin
than serve the Vox Populi following rules
that depersonalize fluid governing
powers invested in laws not in men

more crucially why did we fail the
sparked prescient uniquely enlightened
scheme penned by remarkable founders
in doing so we have perforce placed each
yet unborn soul in the palms of…

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A Pennyworth

A pennyworth of loving for the pauper that you meet,

A word of love for homeless man or woman on the street,

A gesture and a greeting, small love as something else,

A token worth of loving for ourselves.

A pennyworth of loving, from the many, mounts to pounds,

A word or two of love, when spread, might really go the rounds,

A simple love, in simple ways, that amounts to something else,

A touch of loving kindness for ourselves.

A penny and a word or two, a smile, love pebble thrown,

A drop of loving added to the oceans, simply sown,

A little bit of something, love grown to something else,

A world of fuller loving for ourselves.

 

Carrying Perceptions And Other Stuff

The Daily Post invites see yourself through a different set of eyes.

I know I won’t be the only person who has ever been described in conflicting terms by different people depending on the circumstances of acquaintance. It amuses me that there can be such wide discrepancy in appraisal born of just those circumstances. I know I have done it of others.

When I read the Daily Post’s invitation it got me to thinking about some recent remarks and some older ones that people have made of me and how they have viewed me. There is a bit of my own appraisal in this too.

I would encourage anyone to think along the lines described in the link above. It raised a smile with me and challenged how to express their thoughts in my own words. Albeit only a few of the perceptions and appraisals freely given.

What does she carry in that bag

As hands describe the air or a fish,

Dangled earrings keeping time with her hair.

Is there someone inside the weight of that bag,

Rummaging through for everything anyone might need,

Though always at the bottom,

Necessitating constant search,

Blind hands feel, find best.

Why do her hands move when her lips are open

Yet slow with silence,

Uncommunicative, if hurt

Or laid back.

Only to rummage again,

Feeling, finding pens, paper.

Always pens, paper,

Words

And hands.

Earrings.

And that bag.

 

 

Validating Perforated Rhythm

And on the other side of then

there was tomorrow,

Continuance of heartbeat

counts the days,

Redemption regulated

by soft sorrow,

Perforated rhthym

holding sway,

Tomorrow teems

with promise of the future

While yesterday regrets

missed chances most,

Caught between the two,

one pounding torture,

To grasp or count

life lost’s rising cost.

Different sort of happiness,

tinged sorrow,

Tempered in the fire

of present tense,

All our yesterdays, gone,

all our tomorrows, validated

 if present moment makes some sense.