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Polyphemus
Polyphemus (After: J.W.M. Turner) At dawn they’d spiked his Cyclopean eye As he still deeply dreamed in stupored sleep. Sightlessly bloodied, he had heard their shouts As, from beneath his giant sheep, they dropped And […]
Elixirs of Love and Hope
Elixirs of Love and Hope Elixirs of love and hope flood the dreams of youth, Promising fulfilment’s scope through some strange new truth Energised by mystic power that is meant to pass […]
Immortality
Immortality The shining certainties of youth Lead straight towards ambitions’ goals; Quick learning lights the ways to truth And glories glow from ardent souls. The solid strengths of middle-age, Exerting skills where hopes aspire, Enforce success or help assuage Brief pangs of yet-unslaked desire. The frailties of […]
Ancient Symbolry
Ancient Symbolry When their new baby comes there will be mirth As, with melodious anthems they will raise Loud celebrations and loud shouts of praise For the succession which it then confirms Upon their family; all care’s concerns Paled by their […]
Hylas
Hylas (After: J.W. Waterhouse) Leaving his fellow-Argonauts hunting fresh food Nearer the shore, (himself intent on water clean And cool), he chanced upon a lily-flowered pool Deep in the shady forest. As he filled his flask […]
Objective Opportunities
Objective Opportunities Unless we hold some object in our view To fix direction for our hopeful steps To personal fulfilment, we shall fail – Trapped in morasses of self-doubt, confused – To use our talents to their best extent. Some clear ambition, be it small […]
Naturopathy
Naturopathy (For: Ana) When more conventional medical means Are ineffective, it makes sense to say: “Let Nature take its course, but with the help Of healing hands, pure essences distilled From pharmaceutic herbal remedies Prescribed according to the principles Of […]
Byron
Byron Byron! Passionate pilgrim of the old Levant and – more Importantly – the secret inner-world that lives concealed Within the minds of those exiled from all they cherish most. You were the […]
Skuba
Skuba (For Edmund) The languid level of the lake Began to bubble and to boil As from its depths emerged the shape Of Skuba whose scaled skin, like oil, Gleamed green and gold. Her bright blue eyes, As […]
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare Unrivalled master of fine metaphors. Your works strike lightnings through our clouded brains Revealing, to our startled senses, truths We could not not apprehend before out minds Perceived the brilliance of your verbal flares. The forceful thunder of your intellect Reverberates against the sounding-boards […]