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Re: We Are Hobbits of the Shire

Postby shireling » Tue Apr 09, 2013 1:18 am

The Candle and the Moth
(for The Bab)

A moth beheld a candle bright, and sought to woo
The dancing light so gracefully posed, on toe,
Her taper's narrow span.

"How lovely are your golden wings! I feel your
Shining warmth from here! You bright, and shine,
And bathe the night, bewitching saffron waves
Of light! We've much in common, thee and me, but
You exceed in grace, my dear! Tread we a measure,
Lady fair?"

He hovered near, and circled round, and found her
such on every side - that to fulfill this love he'd
Found, he clasped the flame in fond embrace, and burst -
Into a fiery torch! The candle flame breathed forth
A sigh, shedding waxen tears o'er her love's demise.

Thus it has always been and be, in future times as
Well as this. We souls do circle the light of
Faith and are consumed, in Passion's kiss.
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Re: We Are Hobbits of the Shire

Postby shireling » Tue Apr 09, 2013 1:23 am

Jamal-i-Mubarak
(a Portrait of the Sun)


I wrote this while on Pilgrimage to Haifa, Israel in 1974, hours after seeing the photograph of Baha'u'llah. In 2017, on the 200th Anniversary of His birth, I amended it...

My heart was full and tender as I gazed upon Your face
Fram'ed by raven locks, with Eyes of Ancient Grace.

T'was anguish on Your brow, t'was suffering in Your hands
Your back so bent, chain-weighted down, by cruel betraying lands.

Yet I saw the Beauty written there, the Page that I perused
By Prophets declared long ago, of such a One ill-used.

But Serenity will not be denied, God's Majesty will Glory,
And Nabil's Beloved, unquenchable, unveils all to Your story.

As though You'd speak, Your Head held high, with Springtime on Your lips,
Your lovers circle round Your Throne, and mount the Crimson Ship.

Kingdoms are felled by piercing glance; comes a Day which knows no Night.
And the Universe is held in thrall to Your undying, unfading Light.

O, t'is very Heaven to be alive, t'is precious Joy to know
That Your breath was warm upon the breeze, Your laughter filled the grove!

Praise be to God! I have seen the Queen, her gardens bold and gay,
And have fallen on my knees before that Spot across the Bay!
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Re: We Are Hobbits of the Shire

Postby shireling » Tue Apr 09, 2013 1:27 am

Near W. 117th & Detroit

...Micky was a 'friend' of my then boyfriend back in the day. He had the perfect palate for heroin - at least, that's what I was told. Some time after I ended my relationship, I learned that he had been murdered. His body was found under the Clark Avenue Bridge...

I thought of you, Micky. I
don't know why. That Beatle-George
face came to mind unbidden.
How long has it been?

Do you remember those Fridays
in the kitchen with needles? Or
Linda, who for bed and bread, wed you
only to break away -
just across the hall?

You took me shopping. Trying on the
clothes for my approval, you child-like
capered your glee. It was hard to think
of you dangerous
then.

Ah, you had the gift. The tongue-tip
grain rendered up its purity.
You had the gift.

And you bought, you sold, you lied and
stole, like an elf, an imp, an incubus
too unable to do otherwise.

And when they found you, the bridge
above your head, you bore two smiles -
one crimson 'neath the other, clothed
in your blood.

I remember, Micky.
Remember and weep...
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Re: We Are Hobbits of the Shire

Postby shireling » Tue Apr 09, 2013 1:36 am

For Anna-Marie

You saw me and called my name…
We hugged. You still look the same
After years of not seeing one
Another. I was with my son,
You with your daughter.
Our bridge has seen much water.
How were you? What was new?
You’re now alone and it’s just you two.
No, I’m not free -
And it’s us three.

You’re older, but so am I.
The sparkle in your eye
Belies the lines in your face, but you still look good.
Once there was kindling, once there was wood
Awaiting the strike of flinty stone.
I stand here, the lonely who’s never alone.

I envy your freedom, you covet my cell;
You’d rather security, but know how well
We breed contempt for those we know.
We hug goodbye but I couldn’t let go.
I don’t want to lose you, but I wouldn’t say so

You’re walking away now, my sometime life –
My dearest, my darling, my never-be wife… 01/02/04

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Re: We Are Hobbits of the Shire

Postby shireling » Tue Apr 09, 2013 1:37 am

ICARUS
(my Michael)

He flaps like a bird and flies
In his mind. He cries
Like the hawk, and he
Soars. Earth’s jealous gravity
Keeps him down
And all around
People stare at this
Creature rare. I hear a hiss,
A laugh, a taunting word.
It kills me, but he’s not heard
What tears my heart
And rends my guilty soul apart.

I’m told I’m blessed, a chosen one,
That God gave me this special son
Because He knew what I could
Stand. Yet those who say that would
Not be
The ones to trade their place with me. 01/12/04

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Re: We Are Hobbits of the Shire

Postby shireling » Tue Apr 09, 2013 1:38 am

To the Angel in the Corner…

For Susan
(on what would have been her fiftieth birthday)

It’s not only the season passing
That brings
Out the sorrow in me,
Or that you’re ten for eternity.

God’s little girl…

In your eyes I saw the world
Above the mouth born to miss
That first of many a lover’s kiss.

I turn on the light, put cup to my right
And try to say with ink and pen
How much I miss you, baby. When
Will I visit? I can’t say…
You’re buried so very far away,
And I don’t know.

T’was jealous lead that took you out.
Blew your life, snuffed the candle out.
I got my only A in math that day.
In honor of your sacrifice,
I’ve scores of F’s, and they suffice.

I miss you, blue-eyed golden child.
I miss your laughter. If years were miles,
We’re hundreds of thousands of distance apart,

But forever my darling and asleep in my heart. 6/12/04
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Re: We Are Hobbits of the Shire

Postby shireling » Thu May 29, 2014 5:14 pm

Toys

Whenever our autistic son comes to visit, he refuses to leave until his father and I have gone back into the house. He's thrown tantrums if ever we've tried to leave before he and his caregiver have.

I'm all done with our playing.
It's time we go alone.
But before I do, with kiss from you,
I make sure that you've gone home.

You must walk up the walkway.
You must climb every stair
You cannot sit on the stoop one bit,
Or I'll tear out my hair.

You must not drive from my presence,
Or I won't know where you are.
Now, close the lid - be completely hid,
Or I can't get in the car.

I cannot leave the carpark
When I don't know that you're safe.
It's only my way of ending our day;
I care, therefore I chafe.

You tossed me when I was little,
And rowed me like the boat.
My first slide was down your thighs,
Your knees were my first moat.

Now I'm too big for swinging,
I've grown too old to play.
But, dear old blocks, you need your box
So I must put you away.

And there you'll sit, until next time,
Awaiting on the couch,
Til I tread your floor, and knock your door,
And come to take you out. 5/29/14
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Re: We Are Hobbits of the Shire

Postby shireling » Sun Apr 15, 2018 8:32 pm

“The purpose of justice is the appearance of unity among men.” — Bahá’u’lláh

Justice is Not Here

Justice is not here.
He's long gone out of town.
He's taken the Northern path away
From we dustees on the ground.

His jaunty grin has vanished
And we are all bereft.
In its darkened place are shadows
Of the cobwebs He has left.

The best Belov'ed's flown bye-bye
On wings of gloss-a-mere,
And makes mockery of Unity
For Justice is not here.
5/29/14
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Re: We Are Hobbits of the Shire

Postby shireling » Sat Sep 01, 2018 1:45 pm

In remembrance of Senator John McCain and Valor, the Eagle...

Fly Boys

"Come ride upon my back," said Wind,
"And I will bear you on. Do not fear the vapor clouds,
but beware of the Sun.

The Stars, they will not interfere, but Moon
may toss the Sea. So soar, my loves, into the Sky.
Be not afraid of me..."

He sees his name, there on your brow,
The eaglet in the mist.
And takes your arm, without hurt or harm,
to stride into the West.

"Two brothers of the Air are we!"
Your voices rise to Allah,
"Jehovah, Yahweh, Almighty God!
Creator of Valhalla!"

And now among the Heroes reign.
To the living, give some token.
And raise a glass, to those long past,
And spirits never broken. 9/1/18
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Re: We Are Hobbits of the Shire

Postby shireling » Wed Apr 10, 2019 11:10 pm

Saint Theresa
(On a Frenchman at Carmel de Lisieux)

for my friend Jean, who loves her

"Pardon, Monsieur, did I hear you call?
Oui! You on your knees at my tomb!
T'is I, Teres, from here in Lisieux,
And t'was Jesu, who made me bloom!

I was never petite, never of those
Which men make much of too soon,
A mam'selle of cream with high tints of
Pink, and cheeks that rivaled the moon.

But He found me pleasing, and so I Him,
This sweet Lord Jesus of mine.
And I made my deeds small, my ways I strewed
Like petals, so silken, so fine.

I know there are those who hold me aloof,
as some delicate budding flower,
But be not deceived, Monsieur, for I
cling as close as the Normandy showers.

Oh, the Lord was all my joy!
My life was for His sheer delight!
My blood did flow upon His word,
And peace smiled in His sight!

My thanks, Monsieur, for your sweet
prayers, for your visits to my bones.
But spare your pity for blasted shrubs,
Your sorrows for fallow stones.

T'is humankind that needs your love!
Give all your labors to God!
For I, more than most, know living is brief,
And death is long under the sod." 4/8/19
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Re: We Are Hobbits of the Shire

Postby shireling » Sun Apr 28, 2019 3:08 am

For Andy

I miss you, Chocolate Man.
Teddy Bear, and Buddha-san.
Your frame, so large and portly,
Would rest, so calm and courtly,
Upon the lowly, ancient green divan.

My eyes a'weep, and my heart is rent
O'er that big gone man the angels sent.
You were here, and now you've left,
And all is shocked, dismayed, bereft.
Not a piece, or sign, of where you went.

You sang my song, you made me blush.
You hummed the tune, and the room went hush.
I'll miss you sore, dear Chocolate Man.
Ol' Teddy Bear of the Green Divan,
Now buddha-sit, in gardens lush
And rest among the great unrushed. 4/28/19
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Re: We Are Hobbits of the Shire

Postby shireling » Sun May 05, 2019 2:50 am

The Ballad of Freddie Oversteegen
(1925 - 2018)

At just fourteen, in the Second War,
the Resistance knocked upon her door,
and asked, 'Will you fight for the fatherland,
O Freddie Oversteegen?'

She wrecked the rails and the bridges fell,
With Truus bold and Hannie Schaft,
None ever saw such cunning craft,
as the Dutch girl Oversteegen.

"Come along Helmut, Friedrich, Hans.
Tristan, tryst we in the wood?
I'll make you sure, I'll make you good,"
said the Dutch girl Oversteegen.

She was not cruel in heart or head;
Wept for the boys whose blood she shed,
Led Hebrew babes to safer beds,
did this Dutch girl Oversteegen.

The Nazis captured Hannie Schaft,
They failed to kill and the redhead laughed.
'You're a poorly aim,' brave Hannie cried,
who had fought with Oversteegen.

Long in age, they lived their years,'
Those sisters two who had no fear.
Long may they in peace abide,
these Dutch girls Oversteegen! 5/4/19
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Re: We Are Hobbits of the Shire

Postby shireling » Tue May 21, 2019 1:47 am

Praveen's Loss

(on the death of Savita Halappanavar)

Where has she gone? Be this daughter alone?
Where be this blossom on the breast of day?
Down from the lotus to the Ganges home.

In Patrick's land, no snakes ever roam.
And the depth of the bogs and the clover hold sway.
Where has she gone? Be this daughter alone?

Come, Saint Brigid, and under the dome,
Set thou the smith-hearth fires to pray.
Down from the lotus to the Ganges home.

To Ireland, rich with song and poem,
Three hopeful hearts would make their way.
Where has she gone? Be this daughter alone?

Gone from the temples and the Brahman throne,
To the the Gaelic Isle and the Emerald Lay,
Down from the lotus to the Ganges home.

Death dealt cruelly to the barely-made bones,
Murdered her maker through Rome's decay.
Where has she gone? Be this daughter alone?
Down from the lotus to the Ganges home. 5/20/19
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Re: We Are Hobbits of the Shire

Postby shireling » Thu May 23, 2019 6:38 pm

A Raptor's Grace
(for Mr. President & The First Lady)

We abide in the height of the tulip tree
where our nest sits, lapped in bark,
and there we mated,
and there we waited
for our eggs to make their mark.

My snow-capped lord has brought me fish;
a meal so fresh, it breathes. We toss
and turn each woody stock,
to ensure the pieces lock,
and fluff the dying moss,

No green's upon the landscape
And the leaves are coming late.
And though we love as ever,
with each longing endeavor,.
there's not a single hungry mouth to sate...

Now the months go by more slowly,
And no babes will come, I know.
My plumage shines like silver,
And his, in starlight, glows.
We spend our time in preening,
For there's nothing else but rest.
The hawk's child and the owlet
Have flown off to the West.

"Please, O Gaia, hear us!
And grant us fertile Spring,
Fill our nest with young, we pray,
Let not another season stray.
And grant us fertile Spring!" 5/23/19
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Re: We Are Hobbits of the Shire

Postby shireling » Tue Jun 04, 2019 1:26 pm

The Gypsy's Prayer

(to Sara La-Kali)

According to various legends, during a persecution of early Christians, commonly placed in the year 42, Lazarus, his sisters Mary and Martha, Mary Salome (the mother of the Apostles John and James), Mary Jacobe and Maximin were sent out to sea in a boat. They arrived safely on the southern shore of Gaul at the place later called Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer. In some accounts Sarah, a native of Upper Egypt, appears as the black Egyptian maid of one of the Three Marys, usually Mary Jacobe.

Though the tradition of the Three Marys arriving in France stems from the high Middle Ages, appearing for instance in the 13th century Golden Legend, Saint Sarah makes her first appearance in Vincent Philippon's book The Legend of the Saintes-Maries (1521), where she is portrayed as "a charitable woman that helped people by collecting alms, which led to the popular belief that she was a Gypsy." Subsequently, Sarah was adopted by Romani as their saint.

Another account has Sarah welcoming the Three Marys into Gaul. Franz de Ville (1956) writes:

One of our people who received the first Revelation was Sara the Kali. She was of noble birth and was chief of her tribe on the banks of the Rhône. She knew the secrets that had been transmitted to her... The Rom at that period practiced a polytheistic religion, and once a year they took out on their shoulders the statue of Ishtari (Astarte) and went into the sea to receive benediction there. One day Sara had visions which informed her that the Saints who had been present at the death of Jesus would come, and that she must help them. Sara saw them arrive in a boat. The sea was rough, and the boat threatened to founder. Mary Salome threw her cloak on the waves and, using it as a raft, Sarah floated towards the Saints and helped them reach land by praying. - Wikipedia



O Mother, my Mother
of the Romani clans.
Of the fearful, the lost...
Pray take Thou my hand.

Pray take me to safety
away from my foes.
Away from the hate,
the cause of my woes.

O La-Kali!
Who sailed the Sea!
Who clad in rich robes
alone cares for me!

Be ever beside me!
Be with me this Day!
And each one hereafter,
'til Death come my way! 6/3/19
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