Moon Song
I extend into thee, oh blood fevered moon
I am thy servant as thou art my doom.
Radiant queen, night's pale handmaiden
Splendrous lady, with burdens so laden:
In reaching from heaven thy pallid hands touch
The thoughts and the feelings that underlie much
Of my shadowed world, so hidden so deep,
From such cool intelligence thy counsels I keep.
Sitting within my night enclosed palace
Drinking sweet drops of dew from thy chalice
I ponder thy pride and thy arrogant moods
And envision what thoughts must cause thee to brood;
Yet of thy wonder I'll tell all in song
Of noble enchantments and visions so strong
Of the gods' ancient promise and man's lawful right
And truths many mansions in the fastness of night.
I extend into thee, oh silver Selene,
I am thy servant as thou art my dream.
Lend to us goddess thy spiritual might,
And send us in dreams bright magical sight.
Thy people are scattered and lost in this world
Thy temple's been broken, thy banner's been furled.
But we serve thee true, our strength will not falter
Holding back the profane, keeping sacred thine altar.
And into our world will come a great power
Drawing a circle and building a tower.
A flame shall be kindled and a glory arise,
And thy holy subjects will look to the skies.
The stars shall cry out with a high piercing wail
And the dark earth will tremble as thine enemies fail;
With thy chariot of ecstasy descending at last
A soft brilliant laughter will hold our hearts fast.
I extend into thee, and thee into me
As together we cross time's fathomless sea,
Be thou my eyes and guide me aright
As we set our course on this perilous flight.
For the way of thy wisdom is a frightening task
As I rip from myself that comforting mask
Which I've always known as body and mind,
But oh such a promise of mystery to find.
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Serpent's Song
'Neath the serpent lies the gem,
Secret jewel of fabled Khem*
Of timeless wonders it will tell
With silent voice and mystic spell
Of hidden ways in clearest sight
On a Mobius road through darkness bright.
Oh wisdom of our ancient past
By riddles are your measure cast
To hold away from profane eye
These visions and this haunted cry,
Echos down a timeless tomorrow
Giving meaning to all earthly sorrow.
Now to us is knowledge granted
And in our garden a great tree planted,
Starry children drink deep this power
Dance your circle around our tower
For the cosmic chain of evolution
From life to life will find solution.
Learn love's the sole divine petition
And fate is only our own volition;
We choose the drama of these dreams,
From this web only love redeems.
A fragile life is ours on earth
But loving hands give us rebirth.
So dark, this dark, our shining dark,
Open your ways and be the Ark.
Your silence is so vast and pure
And touches the soul with wisdom sure.
Bright visions for us, no longer few,
Of the hidden and lost which we renew.
*ancient Egypt
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WONDERLAND
On a soft green world in space,
live the spawn of an unreasonable race.
With no solution to social pollution
they threatened the peace of the place.
Limitied by miniscule minds
they counted in only their kind
So closing their borders with ferocious orders,
themselves to war they did bind.
By day and by night they did fight
and together a world they did blight.
Life was their target just meat for the market
they killed their own children for spite.
The powers that guide through this strife
and promised a much better life
are leaders who love it spinning dreams people covet
just a back that's prepared for the knife.
The word Peace has an ominous sound
to those who make weapons abound,
for destructive devices have big hefty prices,
Please do keep the tensions around.
Vengence is mine sez the Lord,
to mine do nothing untoward
but as long as I bless it, no need to confess it
a libation to me this blood poured.
In desert lands they do pray
to God three times every day,
the faith's defenders in pious surrender
all others regardless they slay.
Some say Labor's the source of all Wealth,
with obedience for good social health.
The people must pay what they're told every day,
then robbed by their rulers with stealth.
Money's the root of all sin,
but without it you'll never get in
To a good social set, so go deep into debt,
you can solve all your problems with gin.
Some find peace in a chemical vice
and claim drugs are really quite nice.
Don't be annoyed when their mind is a void
all life's just a roll of the dice.
Some play love as a wonderful game
and at scoring find notorious fame.
But when big blue eyes hide a lethal surprise,
only a tombstone remembers their name.
The mother of all life is the ocean
seething with primordial motion,
What's dumped in this glory, such an obnoxious story
for she'll end up a poisonous potion.
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Interesting ... a few things to ponder over. Did you use the limerick form with a Wonderland in mind?
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Hello marshlander,
Yes, I did and got criticized because I used four lines instead of five. Ha Ha
But after changing it to five lines, I found that lines 3 and 4 needed to be read (or spoken) together with a faster tempo to make the punch line come out, so I reverted to writing them for this forum with four lines.
I was working in a software testing job many years ago using dot matrix printers, and with a lot of text to print, I had a lot of time waiting for those slow print jobs to complete. I spent the time thinking up these words. The first few limericks came really quickly, and I was having a lot of fun with them filling my time. Later, I polished them a bit and added some more. I called the whole thing Wonderland, because any UFOs that comes to earth will probably wonder what makes such crazy creatures tick (insert laughter here).
It was a long time ago that I wrote them, and from war I turned to vices, politics and economics, and the "lethal surprise" was AIDS before it was even beginning to be understood. So in many ways, it was me laughing at the difficulties we humans live with.
I hope you found them amusing.
Adeptus
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The Quicksilver Drake
Am I smoke or am I water, have you never wondered?
Mere glimpse of me as towers fall, to be so proudly plundered
That shimmering is all you’ve seen, a dismal glittering terror
You question what has nature made, and plunge yourself toward error!
Not by sight you’d know me, while you flee down mountainside
By silvery song you’d sense me, and runaway to hide
The brightest creatures living, but we seem the murkiest dark
WILL yourself to see me now, as I rest by fire and spark
Though king you be, of splendid breed, your home is ever lost
For fear, you do, my freezing breath, and dread its killing frost
Cold I am, as you well know, and wife and children too
When found your family to be hurt, a color, palest blue
Now finally that you know me, what’s special you will see
It is not my breed of dragon that will make you wish to flee
It’s knowing that, at any time, we’re crouching next to you
Watching as your children thrive, and pondering what to do
Loathing what, we must do, to guard our royal line
Since we are all that is left, of our ancient kind
Around us now we are here, though this you cannot see
For all here-in this place, are shape and color free
We ARE the Quicksilver Dragons, and fluidly may spread
Across these lands that we could rule, if we make your people dead
Not seen by you, for only we, may reflect what to appear
Our shape is Not unless we choose, a form to bring it here
We are the eldest ancient breed that rose up from the dust
For endless years, all we’d need, was given as it must
Now challenged by your newborn race we fled across the sea
Your kingdom here, at world’s end, our final place to be
But if you’re willing to share with us, forgive our Quicksilver ways
I promise you’ll regain your queen, and live for endless days
And peace will come between us, if you share but what you hold
Learn to be your friends, we will, no greater gift we’re told.
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