1. Brigid & Apollo
The right bonds of delighted gods
Shod by knowledgeable blondes
Empathy responds to enthrone
Adversaries’ neurones fond
They shall abundantly prove
You’ve imputed my canal
Us, et. al., the karmic breath
Of death, shortened by a pal
He, who speaks, to the deeds told by their own plots, stands apart, alone
So: I’m sure, if you take care to an idea, not a man, to own
Yes, you reap, in a witness, over all else, such an ire, bestirred
Real, upon, little friendships, goddess Brigid, shouts of life, there spurred
2. Apollo & Mercury
In darkness and inside of fate, the same does teem:
Thirst for blotted curses, shattered follies by theme
Appear into the heap of things deduced by night
The embrace of mind’s emergency, its ignite
Renders barren by comparison other spurs
Which melt away like bees inside the sun’s chauffeur
Brought closer than the lamp it statutes, as a kiln
A precept of broad guarantee that’s a ceiling
Of its own commandments unto life, from filth and dross
Gold circle, Heaven’s coin, embalming pests across
Broomsticks’ fibers, as they sweep, like the star, sky-spun
Only Mercury… you are so close to the sun!
Woe is I, for the youth of my joke about me
At least I can laugh, myself, the great Mercury
Your storehouse of idols leaves you kindred with rain:
Always falling further from Elysium’s drain
Tumbling and stumbling apart of singing
Serious is life, dear friend of often wringing
Cloth, the stretching dry pastures are for ignorance
Me, I cannot clade ‘tween sober and timorous!
I suppose you think that better minds did not hold
Out their forsaken and brave tongues to there unfold
The wings of secret supplications, our elders
Overwhelmed me with truth so much, there beheld a
Paragon of satisfying logic, reason
Pleasantness then is intellectual treason?
Hear my cry, I believe you’ve declared for yourself
A hobgoblin’s worth of autonomy, an elf
-sized parcel astronomy, to me, Mercury
I’m a planet you need your own ideas to see!
So beautiful the capacity for wonder
When it is housed inside of, on top of, under
Consciousness unguarded by forbears, a child’s dawn
What else does a child see but their own thinking’s spawn?
3. Diviana & Apollo
Faithful, friendly, evil
Found in our deceitful
Beauty, as a bounty
Born from, mournsome county
Earth the, endless furnace
Ever, clever spurns us
To the trembling halfling
Terrorised girl, t’bring
Oh true, m’lass, molasses crass, the sweetner of
My proclamation of a better wealth above
Alike inward like bloodshed’s steward, enmity
Love is but a rivalry, corrupted and free
Just as each else independent hope does comport
The storms of liberty are ironic in thought
And right action could not contain the plea in her
Draw to me a duel, desperately, Diviana!
Thank you! Think I point blank
Theorise your lies bank
Upon utmost compost
Underneath the brain lost
Shadows show a minnow
Shunting brunts to e’er flow
Away from light, aloft:
Apollo, slow and soft!
Treacherous am I to you, in your stature’s cult
Offerings I should otherwise make, lest insult
The beautiful Diviana, bottled up and warm
Like a genie-goddess, praised and prized from such dorm
Because you are only as you say, when it’s spake
Wordsmith manipulatrix, please, for goodness’ sake
I long then for the bowshot, that cliches target
Well-aimed and blasé by Cupid’s deftly ambit
Broken mouths bray up paths
Because sprees of speech; maths
Paths that press, no purpose
Pointless to usurp us
Sung like smoke, for the weak
Souls’ foul fogs, driven bleak
Quaked and quietened now
Quick it sees, fairness’ vow
March my heart then through the holy home of reproach
That acquits the graying game, of blame, to encroach
Along a righteous hill, which reveals, saint or shill
May the former be so needy therefore to mill
For me a shield that reviles lies – reject, am I!
And press forward with the luminaries, truth’s ally
Is still the sun, torrents like prophets of your name
Wave through me: I heard you, I love you, all the same
4. Apollo & Aphrodite
The law sustains, you know, to assail sin
Ruthless Apollo, faint the weeping in
Yes, I do I slander: we are that vile
Humans, that is, human beings are hostile
Mankind lives in shame because they’re corrupt
Hurry, prowl and tremble in your construct
Foe or fellow, the smooth attack you wage
Aphrodite, my sister, and my sage
The two are vows upon a scroll she trusts
Streams of wind delight my righteous there-gusts
Dash me in your plots to rule my wisdom
Mine, to leave our spaceship here in Brisbane
Yes, let the dust rise as we trample down
Apart from wrath, apart from swords, peacefully
Apart from falsehood on your holy bed?
Mercy, young man, dwells in me for your head
You love for yourself mountains of glory
Servant of the truth, pray, what then of me?
Deadly ally of your own prepared cause
My heart, a weapon, true, it overawes
Itself, ha ha, scoop out your breath, like soil…
To plant new words where once the most were foul?
Tele-pathetic, vain man… God does not
Scoff at the heedless many… his main thought
Is to liberally plow away the chaff
…of the land, where souls are bailed on behalf
Of oaths to keep to Him – this is ample
To bind to white light, they… yes, to trample!
And what of exile from a mother’s womb?
You mean, Eden? Captivity’s bridegroom?
For we were meant to rejoice ourselves grace…
Merrymaking sheep are we face-to-face
Then, without the need for shepherds, or speech!
How dare you fix against God’s paradox?
His pillars uphold in the equinox
The light and dark of infants, you forget
God’s love resolves upon that basinet…
High places and blood rivers! Everything!
Strike me down, oh King, for poor worshipping!
Ironic, aren’t you, brother – or a fool!
To be loved is such a treasure that you’ll
Yourself too struggle to, yes, feel worthy
I disagree. Either way, too early
It is in the morning to covet you
And your semblance of a man to rescue
Scarcely do I know what you determine?
You’re simple, abide in your own sermon.
You know, you listen to your own counsel.
Not mine. Depart from blindness, your roundel
Of your own army. Let it see who bears
A shield for servants; let your badge repair.
Startled am I by your by your petty pity
But, fair, let’s segue, and with alacrity!
Portents of the greater weakling of two
Cowards who refuse intellect’s debut
In Philistia, show one thing rightly
Life is fragile, entrusted to the spritely…
…Its best living is – keep your child-like mirth!
For thinking shrivels luck, there, danger’s birth!
I promised, sibling, that our chat would segue
A better potsherd of words to bootleg
From smashed ruins of worms and fiery kings
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Aph’, I am laughing
Look at what is wanton, effortlessly
My own vindicated philosophy!
Risible, to the last! Here’s me, aghast!
That you’d fulfil your own circuit at last!
Devices from shame, my fraternal joy
Savagery’s heart in a silly boy!
Shepherd me from topic and conclusion,
What of war, then, in God’s pruned confusion?
War is shelter from the less of evils
Two, invasion by another state, still
Only lonely encampments in the mind
…Persist to redeem angst from souls too blind
But what of God, my guide, the truth of He?
On what level ground am I nominee?
Does it profit the greater good, perhaps?
A means to an end, is divine relapse
To smiting and smithing of character
Of martial plight, no more disparager
Are you, therefore; the thunders’ sanctuary
Is ever that they purge adversary!
From the pits of fake heritage and sloth
Assiduous are the tribesmen betrothed!
To the earth in arbitrary union
Justly, who can make such a reunion
Is in your opinion, those who’re of works?
If all’s from God, then whosoever shirks
Their long, worldly payment to a wonder
Can’t bridle the city or get under
…the bedrock for themelves, it’s fashioned else…
In the spite of dishonoured infidels
I see, because deceitful are the alms
Those without according religious qualms
Javelin nowhere, and their tongues do lapse
The spear of years, a steeple, then, perhaps
All glory to God, Hosanna on high
Yes, a nation’s gnash is pagan’s goodbye
Heretic’s vale and witches’ adieu
Toil then the border up, and let mileu
Nay, the idea of progress, there decide
How civilisations can, true, abide?
With civilisation itself, comes right
And righteousness, ‘pon states and their sweet flight
Away from war’s ignominy and vice
Should their law allow it, this sick device.
And so the miry cataracts of mud
Mournfully deliver us so the flood:
Leaves of a stream, deadly flow’s elation
For opaque, forgotten truths of nation
Do you like my poem? It occludes light…
Where light’s gladness to slaughter’s steady blight?
Sure, the rough foam of waters should not view
So easily, like arrows one hath drew
To fire the botany up the mangroves
Instead, they flow, the leaves, for fish and loaves
Slow, helpless, asleep… following orders
The pomp of freer men in wrought borders
Contrite to nothing, abundant in bones
Oh, willing mischief, in rich ransom’s zones
A companion that does injure, my strife
Where once was mere bitter crooks, or a wife
Languished on my shares, are now fatal knaves
To battle I would tribute me a slave!
Indignation notwithstanding, because
My zeal for moons to make of good near draws
As quick as phantoms moan for lymph and grist
I’ll only for the side of good, enlist!
Settle me then our mediation here
That soldiers’ footprints muse a civil sphere
And faithless folk forever sound a harp
Strung by taunting subjects with their knives sharp
Then warrior-kings have never ceased rule
In twenty twenty two, praise then a duel
Between two despots, or three or some more
One decree against the other, each corps
A story of psychopaths, princes and
Princesses, prolonging odes to expand
Highways to Abaddon steadfastly trod
At least we have lasers. Praise be to God.
That’s blasphemy, that you’re ashamed to speak!
No, the parapet of aeons, little weak
It is, for its calm, withering wuther
An erosion by a breeze to smother
That which cannot maintain: evolution
God of ruined hand and no ablution
By another, more interfering beau
I stoned Moses, sired maths, me, Apollo
What an orphan of greater men you are!
Bleeding sap like vanity’s abbatoir
Ashen and forested, cut and stubborn
Gladdened like the animals’ discussion
Over who could be the wildest creature
Stodgily proceeding, help me, teacher
What is virtue but a resolution?
This, in tomorrow’s circumlocution.
5. Merertha & Hecate
The years’ caducity, t’ve created;
Sired civilisations… ill-fated
Woe spawn of crags and molten false ruin
Each mother’s law that ached to generate
All the coded streams, your souls grew in
To shun the reign of flogging day’s estate
To play thief unto the chaos of night
Who am I? Charon? Such pod-seat t’alight!
Shunned us, you did, nameless, matron, to strife, therefrom, ought then, to gush?
Each formed, culture, deep pit, to comb, and crave, and lap, like love’s frail touch?
Alack! Quarrel! I yield, ’tis I, Hecate, the lame, and tame, the ruptured sooth!
T’pluck! My harp! So keeled, from gust, the breath of eve, by caller’s sleuth!
Appellant, do not fret, fear or fright…
Praise the bulls of progress, hatched aloud
…by I… cleanse your censor of teeth to chat’
Insofar as dwelt indoors the heart,
Are peace, vacancies of evil that
Shake like walls in Richter’s rage apart;
You’ve kept your promise to me, to smoke
Sweet haze from glowing tribes she stoked.
It’s love then, she! Aflame the sear, embers cooked then, upon a grin!
Hence feet arrive at yours to kiss, like mobster’s bliss, such this, chagrin!
Where were you when times were testing? Wherefore ye when hell romped jester?
Frisk and frolic like extra-terrestrial bluster, missed ya, M’rertha!|
What missive muzzles dazzling dith’ring?
Complaint! Wing-spanning angel’s prison!
Fleeting was a hope of mine to etch
Without the edifice of scorn – Earth
A narrative of faint euphor-‘ia
The scourge of cosmos’ barren, bland girth
Evil entropy endlessly a…
Sailcloth for Charon’s boat – live, you must!
Such shade the dark, the oily snap, a cam-er-a, a chimera
The phantasm, evil’s bosom, the never-realised ‘ism’s aura,
I give in a, tiny tad as since, being is brief well, spoken thus you,
Merertha, what do you think will happen to us, and our milieu?