To the eternal beauty

Beautiful face pimped to Narcissus's charm 
and faltering the human race, avowed grace
silence speaks up for the Brutus swarmed
in conspiracy to the beleaguered universe

oh! Venus come to the hasty rescue
and free the pinioned dove
lest he miss the flight
to the kingdoms where beauty is praised thrice

let's not upstage the Gods from the seat of Power!
beauty lies hidden in the nativity of Christ
let's not harm those who cry under the Deity's bower
there is power doing the rounds of poltergeist

To the beauty I must proffer the flowers scented
with the smell of the perfumed water
and scattered over those who hold the power
over the men and beauty does its job stinted

there is none who can raise the hue and cry
let Van Gogh paint the starry night sky
there are those who when spruced
go about laying arms to the beauty of flute

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A dream of  a childhood haunt
with friends made later to last

As we walk, we discuss while on a road
a Solemn wish to go abroad
Visited Canada and came to naught
Carried the whiskey as was brought
Took to the childhood haunt
tasted the whiskey to a somersault

As the dream ended, I was up
and sipping tea by the cup
A whiskey is a wish for high profile job
which I come to do daily as a snob

A maudlin girl

If she could be seen on toes' poise
there surely be a gentleman with a faltering voice
Such was her overbearing that sent jitters
through the hearty veins of suitors

But I saw her crying for nothing
much ado about farthing
there slept a dove under the chimney
that brought her a message from Sidney

There never was a frolic roll on the skiing
the message claimed that many a skier have seen
her walking the steppes of the hills
and they have tripped down the snowy frills

And have gone hurting to a hospital
that made her a maudlin girl little by little

A ditty for the priest

With the song of consolation for the drowning of sorrows,
there was at length the adulation with the drinks to borrow,
Nonetheless a feast was organized with the advent of christian sesame,
the priest sowed the seeds of the trinity luck to grow fulsome

I reclined and asked the priest why there are boundaries in the world,
why couldn't we travel with the Christian spirit endowed and herald?
why the governments mistrust the judgement day as apocalypse,
and the brain of the world busy erecting lunar nervous synapses

there was a goat tethered to the cross,
and the lamb fondled as albatross,
the feast was putative to be consummate,
with the perfect gory scenes of thirsty wait

I waited to taste the purple wine
like those who stand and serve
forget the worries and let them evaporate
there was instead the feast to reciprocate




Le Monde
My dreams dying in the palm of your hands
a new tree is sprouting from dead garlands

There is a hollowed sun hanging at noontide
directly above us is the cloud shielding sun God's ride

I see on the yoke of a cart drawn by alien progenitors
your name oh Lord as inscribed on her nose sensors

your dead flake skin emerging from within
and silent as courageous as noon therein

I must steal rest from the alien work bonds
a two and two sims of phone ringing le monde

Le Monde as fragile as look of Martian footprint
we will walk the Mars someday upon noon-flint

The theory of nature

What a man aims to instill in the mind of others?
A theory unified of creation of nature

Of the haloed light in vicinity of contracted vacuum
of the radio waves travelling like particles modicum

The universe is as such a unified place of time
the whole destiny of the universe is a mime

of the bent arch of time-space continuum
the theory of nature requires no podium

to stand on its feet with a face of piercing eyes
that the nature on us has bestowed life without lies

lets dig up the truth of the curvature of skies
a theory of nature delved to meet the invisible string pies