Marriage Morning – Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Marriage Morning

Light, so low upon earth,
You send a flash to the sun.
Here is the golden close of love,
All my wooing is done.
Oh, the woods and the meadows,
Woods where we hid from the wet,
Stiles where we stay’d to be kind,
Meadows in which we met!

Light, so low in the vale
You flash and lighten afar,
For this is the golden morning of love,
And you are his morning start.
Flash, I am coming, I come,
By meadow and stile and wood,
Oh, lighten into my eyes and heart,
Into my heart and my blood! 

Heart, are you great enough
For a love that never tires?
O’ heart, are you great enough for love?
I have heard of thorns and briers,
Over the meadow and stiles,
Over the world to the end of it
Flash for a million miles. 

by:Alfred Lord Tennyson


 

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The Mummery

THE MUMMERY was first published in https://harpingbyapixiecom.wordpress.com/.

Poem_Mummery

Just like my previous post, DREAM, (see link here https://www.merejazbaat.com/2017/11/26/dream/), THE MUMMERY is my brand of political ranting.

I find it appalling when our so-called political and religious “leaders” (do they even deserve to be called such?) as well as media assume that ordinary people like us lack the ability to discern the underlying motives in their action. It is, I think, an offense – an insult to our intellectual capacity. Thus, it both amused and annoyed me when I see or watch them on the news shamelessly fanning the people’s emotions by using patriotism to advance their agenda. Moreso, if such is being done by priests or bishops from their pulpits (no offense, yet, in my mind the church has more problems than the state and unless they start cleaning up their own ranks, I will always choose to maintain my reservation about their sense of morality). I am all for equality and justice. Nonetheless, do not feed me rubbish by applying these principles selectively.

Varys, of course, is the spin doctor in Games of Throne. Anybody here a fan? Raise your hand. I did not watch it but I read all 5 books. Going back, the Varyses of our society anywhere in the world are the wisest and most dangerous people. So, whenever we hear of anything on the news, it would be a lot smarter for us to look for the things they are not speaking of for those unwritten words contain the genuine reason why things happen. History has a lot of it. Story of Libya, Iraq, Syria are just recent examples.

What are the political leaders for? Oh, they play important roles in the mummery of life. The insanity of existence could not go on if we remove them from the stage of performance. Therefore, have a heart and let us be compassionate. Let us not take them too seriously though when they are issuing a call to arms or revolution. Violence is never the right way.

Oooppppsss, I got carried away. An empty tummy does that to me. Lol! Now, if you are looking for an opinionated soul, do visit my site at https://harpingbyapixiecom.wordpress.com/. A follow will be most appreciated but if I am not your cup of tea, we can still live and let live.

Om mani padme hum…with emphasis on patience and tolerance.

Uncivilised leader

Uncivilised king,
The same leaders you are making,
With the leadership you are doing,
In the name of helping the poor,
But what they have you are snatching.

Oh barbaric leader!
Who said your leadership is good?
surrounded by a legion of sycophants,
And you think they are advisers,
You lost it my leader,
For you fed on the poor.

Their mouths are wide open,
Their lips dead dry,
White like cassava flour,
You will know them in an hour,
When you realise its hunger,
That directs their advise.

You have killed the innocent,
Because of hiding the evidence,
Of the property you took from them,
To pile riches for your children,
Who will live forever,
Because of your unstopable power.

You claim that you are insecure,
That you’ll be killed by your enemies,
Why kill you my leader?
A friend of the people,
And a friend of development.

Young men are your guards,
They shield you from the arrows,
In a pestilence you fly away,
But their bodies are buried,
For protecting their leader,
But like rats they die.