Nature is an empress
The sun her glowing crown
The trees her wizened fingers
Entwined with the ground
Royal as a leopard
Leaping through the sky
The subjects of her sorcery
Enchanted all the day

I wouldn't be a poet
Unless I had been touched
By the bolts of melody
But I've had the poets luck
Paying my libations
At altar of the muse
Refiner of perception
Disabuser of the ruse
Attuned to visions nil perceived
By slow and slumbering eyes
Enamoured enough to court belief
For visions of divinity
The poet has ruminated
Her license to be awed
By the splendour of her surroundings
A bug with no known cause
Her incessant thinking turns her to
The subjects of her wonder
The sea, the earth, the moon,
The voice of bards, gods thunder

Chase the wind and follow
Where those bonny breezes fly
Like a homing pigeon
Accustomed to the sky

The wet, cold days will soon give way
To colder ones as Spring
Metamorphoses to Summer
Indelible as song

The Suns a fiery sermon
There's precious truth in it
Giver of life
Soils alit

We met first in the evening
When I was past my best
But his presence kindled
A sunshine in my breast

All night long I had the urge
To grab and kiss your hands
In perfect calm we could surge
Over troubled sands

I've seldom met a spirit
So steadfast and so kind
I muse upon him wantonly
O fiery, enchanted mind

I love nature dearly
Her treasures are sublime
All her tender creatures
Metamorphose through time
Some theorise that evolution
Whilst others reason God
Suffice to say that either way
Her genius I applaud

Birdsong is like magic
Manifest in song
Articulating passion
On little luscious tongue

Crescendo of the summer
A sublime symphony
All the tender creatures
In divine harmony

Dear Love - hither -
How happy I -
I dreamt for you - free -
As you - chastened - lie -
To light - you crawled -
How exhausted - you -
Dear Love - how do you and do - and all that -
Are you okay?
Dear Love - dive in to my arms -
I have so much to say.

Your memo came - from Angels -
I hardly guessed you were on your way -
My entreaty - how tyrants hated it -
But Love - I implore you -
And all warriors for better day -
Who in woe struggle - rue -
You deserve to frolic - play -

Who's there! Souls spouse -
Unbolted - gate -
Summoned out the louse -
Insatiate - for hate -
When I can survey Justice -
As sublime mate -
Will be hour of armistice -

That virtue commensurable to Love -
Love as bright as virtue.

I break rules - no obeisance -
To tyrants whim and law -
Freedom - incandescence -
Ferrying to sweet shore -
The sycophants - sing praises -
Yet fall short - of the divine -
Praying to poverty, pain and death -
In every rotten line -
Playing games in court of King -
Till spirits wrapped in brine -
But through medium of me all creation sing -
So woe be you if you transcend the line -
Your rules - laws - customs -
Conventions - bore the babes -
For future free they hum -
Belles of the righteous rave -

Give me Revelation -
In this Life - not the next -
I'd rather glean it from the world -
Than a hermetic text -

A Rainbow manifest in Dream -
Majestic - magic be -
But that Rainbow's colour -
Gone - no more revelry -

If I had but chased the end -
If I had but a little more Loved her hues -
Perhaps enchantment would be my friend -
Lift from cosmic blues -

My fate to pass the Gold -
At resplendent destination -
To her Beauty once again behold -
Is now infatuation -

An affinity to complicity -
A stain and soil beget -
Silence upon inflictions -
Sullies spirit -
Complacency's conurbation -
Silence considered virtue - asset
But care ought to be given with no ration -
Or else hearts would not meet -

"Tis gorgeous to behold a sky
"Magic" is the thing in flight
"Mercy" is a fiction
"Peace" can be found in the wild

This Life is hardly over -
A stature blossoms tall -
Elusive - as a mystery -
But material - as wall -
Life riddles - and it riffs -
Theology - we guess -
And by a beckon finally -
Wisdom - truly show -
To imagine - it baffles sagest monks -
To yield it - we to Valhalla go -
Disdain of - thoughtful public -
To loss of babes - our woe -
Devotion tumbles - picks herself up -
Swoons - should any care -
Yielding truth's blossom -
Sings her exquisite blare -
And implores a compass - which way?
Mimes answer - to the crowd -
Fierce praises rumble - roll -
Yet anodyne - can't sully -
Pain - that mind appal -

The Body asks gratification - when -
A pall - envelops soul -
A prayer asking to start again -
That praises cherubim in thrall -

A sleep - no one wants -
A memory of nightmare - suffocate -
Screaming - incessant - haunts -
The girl he willed - to hate -

I picked - an arsenal -
To deliver - blow -
Till friendly - intervention -
Banishes - weary woe -

One later day - I hear -
It call out once again -
Stokes more than little tear -
But I fight it with my pen -

In all truth - I am star -
Not a consumable item -
Think in fathoms - imagine far -
A bloom atop a stem -

Hearts desires - precious -
Should be from hex protect -
By love precocious -
To her I'm genuflect -

A Kiss - to communicate my Love -
Its price - not a thing -
A tongue - to make him rave -
A passion - suffice to sing -

To chance upon his heart - would please -
Becoming is that Day -
And would he will it too -
To ferry me on enchanted way -

And sing, prithee Love -
Honour thine own heart -
That truth - of Beauty -
Her sweet entreaty -
Strikes like magic dart -

Again - I kiss - the boy-
The iridescent stir -
In my heart - sweet - coy -
Accentuated whir -

Thy give - in alms - of loveliness -
Gleaming in grand hues of gold -
Beauty suffice to be called holiness -
Awesome to behold -

Smile - last I smile - today -
That when the mask fell down -
I go upon enchanted way -
Tearing up the town -

And when the Rainbow - leads -
To deity - a Boy -
I pluck a good reed -
And scribe for future laden with joy -

An affinity to complicity -
A stain and soil beget -
Silence upon inflictions -
Sullies spirit -
Complacency's conurbation -
Silence considered virtue - asset
But care ought to be given with no ration -
Or else hearts would not meet -

A big, bad man - a famous man -
Not enamoured of the day -
Doth ****** spirit of Pan -
Who in dappled shadow - play

Was ever evil this detailed?
Suffice to end a soul -
To bask in death - is grievous sin -
Doth the righteous mind appal -

Give me Revelation -
In this Life - not the next -
I'd rather glean it from the world -
Than a hermetic text -

A Rainbow manifest in Dream -
Majestic - magic be -
But that Rainbow's colour -
Gone - no more revelry -

If I had but chased the end -
If I had but a little more Loved her hues -
Perhaps enchantment would be my friend -
Lift from cosmic blues -

My fate to pass the Gold -
At resplendent destination -
To her Beauty once again behold -
Is now infatuation -

A flying Leopard - roared for Love -
She stalks - hunts - the skies -
Catches - bird - between teeth -
How resplendently she flies -
Suddenly she rise - alert -
Her senses keen - she stares -
What does she see that I can't -
The tension raises hairs -
Focused - stealthy - she hunts the prey -
Staring - sniffing wide - vast -
She catches - mashes - the mouse to death -
O sweet this child of Bast -

My band of angels make me proud -
My harp divine - ferry to zephyr nine -
My self on journey to little luscious cloud -
Who can articulate on insufficient tongues -
The splendour of the moment true -
Must be sung from sonorous lungs -
Because my heart scared, flew -
I hid where passion went to hide -
I wake to watch the world in bloom -
And permit a Peace inside -

And still - evil tortures - like the sight -
Of thine self bereaved of love and life -
Embroiled deep in despairing soils -
Trade my loathing for light to which I want to be wife -
As if my song were restorative -
To my spiritual wealth -
For having been crucified with visions -
Numerous of my dying self -
And do they know - that fate to see -
Is like a kaleidoscope of pain -
When of light bereaved, I need life breathed -
And healing prayers to fall like rain -

Beauty is the enigma -
That gaily flutters by -
On bonny stained glass wing -
Past discriminating eye -
Come slowly hither butterfly-
And sit upon my palm -
Masterpiece of nature -
Enamoured of thy charm -
Wings like stained glass panels -
Colour vivid and supreme -
Uniquely painted, sweetly tainted -
With pallet got from dream -
Oh if I could dwell like you -
Calm in chrysalis -
I'd take nascent flight upon my wings -
And dance in earthen bliss -

Bethrothed? For whom am I bethrothed?
Not King, for vainglory,
That wanton sin, consists within,
Leviathan not fact but story -

To man? '''Tis not an oddity -
To be borne aloft on passions hearse -
They say it most of Fame but I -
Think Love for man is bigger curse -

To woman? Is she there?
Compassion incarnate,
With her inexhaustible Love,
We will skip insatiate.

Tomorrow - packed up - going -
Never turning back -
And I - with sad skip - bereft of happiness -
Sing lovelorn - alack-
Because my voyage destiny -
However ludicrous it seem -
I incite my spiritual mutiny -
To dwell deep in diamond dream -
Magnificent that two hearts lived -
Each other to humorously hack -
To love is human - so we give -
Our perfect care when hearts turn from gold to black -
Fraternity - condominium -
Synchronicity of Love -
That heart, which were compassion -
Itself acknowledged pain on which I rove -
That Destiny which angels weave -
In which I dared to believe -
Send blessings I wear upon my sleeve -
Hell suffocated - in heaven I breathe -
That Past which bleeds of colour -
Is not enamoured of the day -
Thirteen was the hour -
An unenchanted way -
Of union who forfends -
Will never discern truths -
Towards which I sublime wend -
With beauty rare forsooth -

A coy allusion catches me -
With imagination pure -
A dream of heaven snatches me -
An angel at my door -
Doth penetrate the problem -
And to my heart communicate -
Ferries me away from Salem -
For Love insatiate -
Plants flowers in my head -
From whence the passion bled -
Going softly, ever soft with gentle tread -
Alive again after dying long ago in my head -

I wish I had a Peace in which to hide -
Like you - to whom my truest words abide -
I'm at your side, Love, I'm at your side -
Forced by rejections of my entreaty to in you confide -
No excuse for devils cheer and chide -
Nor his darkling, evil tide -
Be the Love that imagines wide -
And be at my side, Love, be at my side -

All gratitude for the hurried help -
Of the diligent and discerning ones -
Who hear the deep and distressed yelp -
For having seen the riders over apocalyptic sun -
I don't know how to quick reverse -
The rancid mess of all of it -
The memory of peace upon a hearse -
For being tortured for truth of evil writ -
Across my mind by much lesser man -
Who think dignity is to himself belong -
Destined to be quashed by Pan -
In lifes redemption song -

You're right - there is a darkening pall -
To which I have been - in weakness - betrothed -
Only few have returned from fires from whence I burned -
Seared with lance - a torture only craven soul learned -

It's true - the path is treacherous -
But in spite of hell bear aloft thy flame -
He tells the truth because it paid -
To not put ones soul up for trade -

And after empty chants of death -
There be a song that swells -
Elusive by hearts too cynical to hear -
Freedom swell - with decibels -

I make a delegation to -
All hitherto deceived souls -
Who blame exclusive on only mute -
The evil chanted - the mind appals -
You were not properly informed -
Could not give consent -
The conjuror evokes visions deformed -
For which my soul repent -
Please face up to hear the truth -
Get drunk upon her nectar -
Indulge her beauty rare forsooth -
Lie transformed in to inspiring picture -

The lush languor of paradise -
Enchants the wanderlust heart -
Draws her near - to vanquish fear -
And pity, Peace impart -

It is my destiny to worry -
If kindred souls are ferried to paradise shores -
For I know most souls are sorry -
For wilful wounds and sores -

The flower of love is perennial -
On the stems of heaven -
Together beget legacy millennial-
When - like in Orwell - the clocks strike thirteen, in worlds dark cavern -

Suffocated voices - sing
Louder - empowered by the sound -
Of Freedom near - in tortured ear -
That doth ring along the earth, up and around -
Slowly fortified by Love -
The voice is amplified -
As tyrants song that maim the throng -
Out of scarred mind stride -
The mind - is brighter - than the sun -
Through it the fires blessed -
Like Leopards leap and run -
Intention manifest -
She spreads her song by its lights mimesis -
A beacon unto a devils night -
Message spread by divine kinesis -
That bear aloft loves light -
He tried to squash her flame, dissuade -
Her from picking up the lute -
Nay I guess - he saw not her bless -
She's miles away playing the bardic flute -

Slanted day - is hardly mine -
Whilst Devil plays at wits and wills -
To wrap my song in brine -
**** my thrills and to demons shills -

Did not anticipate heaven -
Dreamed through idealistic eyes -
Imagining a haven -
Where children are free to run and sing their lullabies -

In turn - his time will all ebb out -
As darkness - bleeds away -
Yielding to majestic skies -
As colour fortifies on the rainbow ray by ray -

Now I marvel at the sky -
As sunlight sneaks all day -
Yielding to majestic night -
As colour bleeds from day -

I'd leap at the horizon
Beat wings against the Moon
And touch the bonny Rainbow
Through which fierce fires bloom

I'd climb upon the stairs of heaven -
For a better view of Earth -
And behold her awed by splendour -
Of her gestating girth -

Our bonds immortal - as ancient gods -
Going softly with gentle treads -
Going magic between us -
Weaving golden threads -

No more cryptic wink ****** -
Blamed upon the innocent -
No praise for devils beat herder -
For him angels only sing angry lament -

So defile a goddess all you like -
But we regenerate like the sun -
Rising to fight like heavens knights -
Through whose souls cosmic fires run -

Emily Dickinson's Life:

"The myth" - of Amherst -surpass all man's history
The annals - of man's cloistered sect -
Can't be sung to perfect paean -
Like Emily's bardic verse - resplendent, resurrect -
Flighty, eccentric - enigma
Enamoured of the babes -
Doth yet eschew the stigma -
Attached to Sappho in fables -
A pleasant fancy consists in all -
The words adjoined - like sitting ducks -
To the love of life she's rapt in thrall -
Dabbles in Love's luck -

I woke and saw - that life was love
The Magic - of my Mood
Stimulates - the noble work
Of stunning interludes
If all I knew - was Music
I still ought - to be content
To learn from passions rubric
And sing - a sonorous lament
Sounds - unchartered - as oceans blue
That churn like liquor of Love -
Only to my own refrain -
Am I permit to hear a treasure trove -

Status - wealth - symbolism
These - tokens make or break
Elect a soul to different shelves
On path of society's mistake -

As in chess - King dominates
Tenements - for pawn
Barracks - for the brigadiers
From whence the battle born

Of royalty - the stripe beget
To any aspiring regent -
They come even in Labour sometimes -
Suzerains of Parliament -

But a rose is anybody whose heart harbours -
A love of life and all it's creatures -
Considering the bards to be teachers -
Corbyn most exquisite of preachers -

He has a Heart I render true
Like a bird
singing God's Love

And mouth I emulate
And eyes
That see nothing as exquisite as you

Smiles for miles
To carry me away
From pain

Wakes me to go wild
All throughout the day
Awake again

The flame has sullied moments -
When the battles of life by stealth -
Encroach thee with half hid blades -
Put thine heart in bad health -

Serenade her sonorous -
Ever, ever softly go -
As you bow and worship -
Immersed in her glow -
Stoke the flame inside and skip -
Dreaming, rocking to and fro -

The flame has moments of fury -
Her radiant beauty -
Doth withstand cynics trial at jury -
Inspire instead passionate entreaty -

Like does the liquor of the moment churn -
Alike the flame yearn to burn -
Sing for freedom with your flame aloft -
To Paradise, soft -

The flames pheonix experience -
Stoked back to health -
Doth teach the heart passionate art -
And teach it immaterial wealth -

Blessings greet me as I skipped,
Traversed loves miles, unchartered, not mapped.

The Torch of Lady Justice
Burns burnished in fires of gold
Borne aloft by her sublime stature
Awed by magnificence to behold

And sweet was her hymn music
And Angel was her name
Who marks the soul indelibly
Gives it a golden frame

Unto her head held high
Never there be shame
So I sing her lullaby
To set her heart ablaze, aflame

There is a magic turn of phrase -
That comes only to anointed saints -
Hear them fly, in triumphant skies -
Whom with Godly passion paint -

Paradise has paws, they grab us -
We praise the Cubs of God -
Messages like darts, from their hearts -
Their wit and instincts I applaud -

One may sense magic - sometimes -
In a rainbow or in a look -
In a smile or in a dancer -
In a pile of books -

But it's only for anointed saints - I assure you -
Don't you be mistook -
For misuse of magic turn of phrase -
The thunder of Zeus shook -

"Faith" is the leap for Liberty,
That gifts one with her torch,
To bear upon the face of time,
Leave her with light schorch,

"Faith" beguiles and makes the Heart,
Lose itself immersed in bliss,
Overwhelmed with passion
Touched with light of Love's kiss,

"Faith" keeps face in the embrace,
From god, nothing goes amiss,
Restoration of human race apace,
If in "Faith" we would have tryst

They say "Faith" is a belief,
Held uncritical, unthinkingly,
But I am a friend of angels,
Who keep me informed, made me see.

"Flowers" are the gestation
Of Earth's diadem
At noon, a sight on which to swoon,
Posed atop a stem
"Flowers" are the Beauties
That snare, bewitch, beguile
They have no airs or graces
No need for face or style
"Flowers" are the message
Of healing that heaven send
Their sublime beauty soft
I dare not forfend

All souls become at one
In the angel squad
Having fun under the sun
Their wisdom I applaud
Shining they stun like a gun
Sharing treasures in their hoard
Their work never over done
But we'll take break to glide on heavens floors

The angels rejoice
The bardic voice
Sing happiness thrice
Till all feel nice

I must not abide by fools
Because there isn't time
Besides my hearts keys are captive
To the one who divines my rhyme

The Saints protect their fools
On the sweet seismic ship
Love's riot articulate
On little luscious lip

Demanded of the Lover
Passion - for it a babe implores
Her beauty rare as a clover
Irresistible to adore

The Mind unto the world -
Is a generously giving friend -
Or covets and hoards the pearls -
Of Wisdom we dare not forfend -

Safe against the trespass -
No intrepid intruder in here -
But angels going soft, ever soft -
To sully and soothe my fear -

The Mind unto the World -
Towards brighter day we wend -
The nature of her mysteries -
Only sage can apprehend -

With haste I went to get the reaper -
But then he turned on me -
The creatures of my fancy vanished -
No more revelry -

And now I run for my life -
And now I cry in bed -
And try to be to the love of life a wife -
A font from whence God's Passion bled -

I would not save my Self -
I do not see the point -
But will give what's left of me for earths better health -
So in purity she can be anoint -

A message came from God
He knew that I would see
He ferried it down to my heart of gold
To kindle flights of fancy

And drunk on my hearts music
I close my eyes and sing
Learning from passions rubric
Most cherishable of things

He sent with haste a blessing
To gently, sweet convey
The end of the distressing
Upon hearing "on my way!"

A Girl may make a gesture
Enamoured of a thing sublime
She abides to law of hearts hearth and pasture
Where passion went to hide for all time

Let her cherish the beauty
Let her for its time implore
Let her devote her wandering entreaty
To that soul which she adore

All roads might take a turning
In to a hurricane
Yearning for cosmic churning
To bring end of the bane

For want of Life's wisdom I'm learning
Stood at the open pane
Stood twirling, twisting, turning
Perhaps I'm the storm on the next lane