A Tale of Three Happenings..Different Each....

Around the Maypole

around the maypole dance

Shepherds and shepherdesses
Around the maypole dance merrily
Waiting for the moon to shine
In the heavens far above

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4THKD479rT4

Dancing they have been all day
Since when the golden rays of sun
Bathed them in warmth and joy
Round and round they keeping on
Never stopping
Tired not in any way
Lovely figures on display

Hooded Monks

hooded monks

Midnight bells
Their stentorious gong rings out
Chanting deep did commence
Band of hooded monks walked by
A dirge from parched lips was heard
Their dusty feet struck the hard ground

Hairless they were with eyes so dark
Many things witnessed and seen
On their onwards path
Some too terrible to recall
Inquisition ruled supreme

Heretics burned at the stake
Those who refused to take
The orders of the Holy Pope
Who now in state did lie
Brought down by disease
Through the land rampant did run

Venial All

tawdry places

In seedy poolrooms and derelict bars
Young men and women raucous and loud
Gathered there to drink and waste their life away
Products of the changing times

Cared they not a wit for man nor beast
Only for their own sick minds
Not knowing of anything but to enjoy themselves
Tawdry and venial all

Watch Blue Jasmine to see of whom I write

Pity and compassion we must have
For those who choose these ways to be
Karmic flows again to see
But children of God all are they

and so it is

Once It Was...Now It No Longer Is

By cnwriter, 5th Feb 2013 | Short URL http://nut.bz/17d708h2/
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Poetry

It is all going to end for you for me for everyone and where we go is often predicated on what we are doing here and now. This is a strange piece even for me but since I MUST I write..you can choose to read or not....

• Rememberance
• Gone Away
• Harm
• The Dirge Completing
• credits

Rememberance

we come we go

We come
We go
Oh oh oh
Only a memory
Is left behind

Perhaps a good work remembered
A piece of poetry
Of prose
It matters not
For I am gone

as will you too

Gone Away

passing shadows

Fleeting shadows cross my path
Of what are they made
Perhaps a crucible of diamonds bright
Perhaps a shining light
In dark of night

matters it not for I am gone

Once you held me in your arms
Murmuring words of passion sweet
But all too soon you went away
Another lover you did find

Harm

creation forming by L. Perrin

Pale shades white as my skin
Not brown or black or blue
Those were marks you left upon me
Hands upraised in anger
Quick to harm

Do you know what you did
Or do you care

Scales tip
Comes back around it does
Creation has a way of doing that
Maybe later maybe now
A better way would be
To handle

But beggars cannot be choosers
And you a beggar are

The Dirge Completing

Spokes lead out unto the rim
All revolves round and round
Allway moving
Never still

We keep on keeping on we do
What else is new
For me for you
Except to see this dirge unto its ending
Gone forever
Me and You

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cnwriter
I have been writing on food, wine, travel, cosmic creation and erotica for over 30 years I do horoscopes and numerology and readings.