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Gaia’s Children (Republished)

GAIA’S CHILDREN

Some live among garbage
Others rule from a palace
Few manage contentment
Whatever their station

She gathers them all, every one
To her heart, her precious ones
And grieves for each lost one
Each teardrop a fresh ocean

Lest We Forget

LEST WE FORGET

Mother Earth
Earth Mother
And all we
Her children

Gaia’s Offspring

GAIA’S OFFSPRING

Are we any more then than shadow?
Cast by some greater light, then adrift
Wriggling fingers of a greater hand
Scratching for some miserly purchase
From endless oceans of fine ground sand
Or pen and ink with which to stake claim
In truth no Shelley nor even Smith
The core of us barely substantial
Yet strut our stuff and nonsense at will
As self-appointed lord and master

Wild histories strained through calendars
Fuzzy snapshots back before colour
Ghost spirits captured in black and white
Beckon ever further inward yet
Moments, centuries, millennia …
Taurus, Scorpio, Aquarius
Join hands with Leo – a circle dance
To comfort those who seek for shelter
From the icy blasts of Fenrir’s howls

Parasites biting the hand that heals
Imagine that, a serpent with hands
Mythic conjurations down the years
Coded missives handed soul to soul
Like wormholes threading through the fabric
White with black within and black with white
Future yesterdays in present time
Before the confluence was broken

Who dreamt who dreamt before this head show?
Way back before the Word was spoken
Paradise captured in rhythmic rhyme
Across the darkness, “Let there be light”
Though not enough to read the rubric
Revealing the journey as the goal
Triumphs and failures, laughter and tears

Roaming eyes and hands mocked wedding bands
One for his nob and two for his heels
Reprobates disguised in monkish cowls
History’s course runs helter-skelter
Manifestation a game of chance
Your turn to despair, Ozymandias

Borne on see-through wings, ephemera
Born to dance one graceful minuet
Knowing too well death comes before night
In denial beneath the pallor
Masking the stench with sweet lavenders

The blood rushes faster and faster
The time approaches to pay the bill
The evidence is circumstantial
Time to see what hides behind the myth

Mayhap just a game – no blame, no shame
A pageant being played out as planned
In some realm beyond thought of purpose

Fresh blooms revealed all across the land
A new day emerges as mists shift

Wildflowers nodding slowly in a meadow

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Notes:

“In truth no Shelley nor even Smith”

“Your turn to despair, Ozymandias”

See   https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ozymandias

“From the icy blasts of Fenrir’s howls”

“Parasites biting the hand that heals”

See   https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fenrir

“Like wormholes threading through the fabric
White with black within and black with white”

See   http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/wormhole and  http://taoism.about.com/od/visualsymbols/p/YinYang.htm

“One for his nob and two for his heels”

See   http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/one-for-his-nob-two-for-his-heels-1252497.html

Gaia’s Children

GAIA’S CHILDREN

Some live among garbage
Others rule from a palace
Few manage contentment
Whatever their station

She gathers them all, every one
To her heart, her precious ones
And grieves for each lost one
Each teardrop a fresh ocean

Jaya Gaia Sister Deva

JAYA GAIA SISTER DEVA

no tale so sweet
a spirit claiming kinship
nothing less or more

a secret
confessed
not to deceive
but to house her sorrow
her mischief and delight

hush

a sound
clear and sharp in the stillness

the call was a signal
for need and instant
no time left to us
great hounds had been loosed

and the light in the night
saw proper

showed no distance
but
a new and deeper feeling
of kinship
…..
…..
…..

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– This blackout poem was extracted from “The Night Land” by William Hope Hodgson. (http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/10662/pg10662.txt)

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