Amazon Queen

Across the starlit Milky Way,

Roll the golden chariots of the Amazons.

With full war regalia on display,

They sweep across the celestial zones.

Amid great pomp and warrior’s zeal,

Ann Zingha cruises in the silver cloud.

Triumphant, she is, on the battlefield,

Keeping Matamba pretty and proud.

On either side of the river’s bank,

Concealed in cornfields caressing the sky,

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To Dieters

Spread before me is a copious treat,

All begging me to try it,

But I know that if I do,

I will be forgetting my diet.

I desire to enjoy the dance

With the lovely maidens of old,

And delight the valley of vision

With the removal of all burdens to behold.

Like a bear surveying a campsite,

In her piggish penchant for sweets.

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Microgravity

Weightlessness—the secret mystery of lust,
The realm of immense pleasures and minor fear,
Where little pitchers practically “bust, ”
And big ears will hardly ever fail to hear,
Where intimidating mountains of ice cream
Lift domes of caramel into the sky,
And weightless rivers flow far as the extreme,
Making berries grow sweet as mince meat pie
Bred from the most fleshy and juicy kind,
With waters as blue as the midday sky.
Comfort is perfected by Our Creator’s mind
And our composure is bolstered by equanimity,
For only here can be found microgravity.

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The Perfume Of Early Spring

The wonders of this new year,
I'm just now beginning to sense.
The chilly halcyon days now gone
Took away the weeks of suspense.
The early morning dew fallen fresh
Begets the scent of wet vernal leaves.
In flower beds new blossoms form,
With nectar nose bearly now perceives.

Park timber emits a lingering fragrance
Of scented pines and evergreen,
With other trees yet missing foliage
Giving a woodsy scent for nose to glean.
The grasses damp with spring rain
Emit their pleasing smell for miles.
Blending the air with kindred aromas,
The gift of spring in its vernal styles.

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The Light By Which She Read

The light by which she read my letter
First began to flicker ray by ray.
But soon the light glowed intensely,
Such that the darkness dropped away.
The obscured pages were suddenly clear,
And every line showed openly what I meant.
As she read on the darkness broke apart,
And a graphic image formed in her mind.
The light seemed to move from page to page,
Like a humming bird dwelling on the sublime.
And as my words made her heart beat heavily,
The rhythm of her pulse continued on steadily.
Henceforth my sentiments took on their own flight,
Thus the light by which she read lasted all night.

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Pentecost

Our inner parts have begun to yearn,
For the blowing of the trumpet’s sound.
The plantings, for which we did mourn,
Will soon give bounty from the ground.

Filled to the full with Jerusalem’s flock,
The temple energizes with exaltation.
Satisfied with honey out of the rock,
Judea enjoys the finest wheat to satisfaction.

Paul’s stay at Ephesus had been at length,
So a trip to Jerusalem he did make up.
He had to “Sing aloud unto God our strength,
Make a joyful noise unto the God of Jacob.”*

So Paul set sail back across the sea,
For, at the City of David, his heart must be.

* ref: Ps.81: 1

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Athena

Her lips are like a scarlet ribbon
Spread invitingly in the cloud.
Her rosy cheeks like pomegranates
Tell me my tender kiss is allowed.
As I lean over her armor breastplate
I feel the warmth of her ampleness.
I savor her light and fruity fragrance,
As I seek the cleavage of her breasts.

Goddess of arts, battle and sapience,
Athena rules the mental battlefields.
She engulfs her suitors in confusion,
While her beauty she cunningly wields.
In the shade of an olive grove she indulges
Her plume covered hooting sage escort.
This fellow traveller asks no idle retort,
His heart's desire is to never fall short.

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The Dream Come True

Through our Creator’s divine patience and design,
We received motivation at the start of our making.
And by this deed in our hearts He did enshrine
A beating desire for the new day’s breaking.

Then descending on the shoulder of the Son He loves,
He depicts Him as the true meaning of all life.
And the Creator returns to glory on high as a dove,
As the meaning showing miracles of the Son become rife.
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Soon the Son has to return to the Father of creation,
Leaving with us motivation, meaning and love.
The gift He sends is the force of our imagination,
The Holy Spirit of the Creator who lives forever above.

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Let My Record Show

Although I might deal with deceit,
And did some individual wrong.
Just let my record show,
I can still sing my song.

My advice wasn’t always innoxious,
When I was required to be bright.
But let my record show,
I told all what was basically right.

At times I may have told a woman
That her beauty left no doubt.
Still let my record show,
I only tried to ask her out.

Occasionally I may have reaped,
Where someone else had seeded.
However let my record show,
I took no more than what was needed.

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An Ode To Mother

It seems the angels were singing a song,
And their melody pleased God’s ears;
Singing of to whom such love belong,
They could subdue all pain and fears.
He asked them about who became
Possessed of a kind of love so grand.
He was told of the sweetest mortal name
That ever satisfied the hearts of man.
The dear name “Mother” God then heard,
It giving sound to the throb of His heart,
As if such a title was that preferred,
And such a figure so honored in classic art.
My own dear mother was second to none,
And enjoys her deserved Elysian rest.
Thus since down from heaven came the Son,
Her role and function is eternally blessed.

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