May the Fourth be with you
May the Force stay with you
inspire more heroes like
Lucas and Luke
Light sabers, Jedi tricks
Scripts for all ages
Fiction distributes truth
Dreams long enshrined touch magic of New Moon
Fourth day in May, cross-quarter fully blooms
Ecstatic dance to merrily entice
Into brave chance, Dame Future’s vast surprise
Divine delight invites inspired mirth
Renewed to life, we worship gifting Earth
Mother world, our one true holy land
Time to kindly honor Her command
for the May Queen
beating rags along the river’s edge
shallow floods keep the land aware
destiny is seatide
Crazy lady mending her endless tears
Throat flumed, a voice to run from
Love never tarried, though many she married
She cocks an eye, arrowing flocks of fears
Cackles and coaxes sweet mourning doves
to carry her coffin to market
Don’t be seen
Hide in the green
Hide in the hole you call home
Never admit you belong
to the caste you belong to alone
Never assent to succeed to the throne
Wait for cover of darkness
Wallow in comfort of sleep
Trade what time you’re given
for a secret you can’t keep
Destiny is seatide
Love Song to the Queen of May
Electrical air, thunder praised lightning.
Aware, hug of ineffable gaze.
Aglow in nature’s snare.
Let her go wild.
Follow her there.
Enjoy these humble Spring delights,
softened days, enchanted nights.
Flowers of the May Queen,
bright expectant buds
waving, euphoria fragrant,
joyfully risen to
All that is or ever was or can occur
exists in whirling mists, vast cosmic blur
to set out bit by bit a brilliant poem
weaving eternally our common home.
Perhaps a poem of love,
thick words upon parchment
to hold to, warmly comfort sodden heart.
As flashing floods inundate, suffocate,
cleanse or lacerate from resultant rust.
Such perfumed promise might seem
a heaven sent reminder of what has been,
Romancers, lovers lifted above rhyme or
rhythmic scheme in perfect tune,
imbued truly with yearning spire of adoration,
create in shining halls of imagination
lyric poetry that never dies.
Gushing bloody revelation through fangs sharp and wise.
Temptress, tempestuous, oh tempt me pure and thorough.
Unrestrained wet, red essence
pumping into ecstatic relief.
Hidden as a jungle creature.
Learning by thrill, pagan exultation.
Strong scent of fecund Venus,
lusty scent of earth.
“It’s our calling.”
Rape of Earth,
hot spurts, invective words,
sacred and mundane
twist into harridan
wailing, hurtling waves.
Sad, old, crust of ages
sliced, screwed, carved up for profit
“It’s not the color of the skin,
the culture of the smile”
the scent of danger,
the inborn stranger —
all excuses for Us (superior)
and Them (inferior)
“They are not our breed,
but lower curs.”
We may kill with unfettered glee.
Cursed, clubbed, cut to our requirement.
“Heretic fear fences in
our livelihood and wives.
Leave THEM to putrid pits
Stunning, treasure that might regale,
heal, exemplify true worth,
sustain humanity and Earth,
sold for pittance of potash
to wage a weary jig.
Imagine May Day
Brazen witches arise, fly
dark Moon nights, stealthy, silent
in joyous revelry.
Bonded to Earth, creation;
learning at mother’s breast
to bear life’s gifts and lessons.
Man may proclaim, murder
for fealty, to swear allegiance to
their hunt’s command.
They may elevate One True King,
kneel and obey. They may employ
counting measure, ceremonial sacrifice,
taunting torture or other trials,
thus find each loyal swan a pond
to plunder, to parade in royal color,
their place of pride.
Cruelty descends, more than tactic;
enemy of joy, of flavor,
caring, work of love and honor.
Yet, on real ground, work companions
to soil and rain, engineers trained to each
moment’s urgencies, philosophers of stone and mud,
reason and toil, persist. Their sinew and bone feed
the ages, build clay and richness on which
Wisdom carries practiced movement,
flexible to unexpected barriers, able to modulate
quiet or loud as the crowd ebbs
or grows in credulity.
Where wisdom counters
prevailing poisons, invigorates blood to nourish
minds and hearts, look there for blessing.
Arise, lovers! Summon better days, to play in revelry,
enjoy as neighbors our labors and our fruit.
Ally in magic; imagine life into this world.