Poem — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #115 (Version 1) As when a yellow-black hulk of hunger and muscle Hurtling chases its swift lithe meal And hoof and paw press their prayers on soil With hot life bellowing in pursuer and pursued, A dust-cloud serpent erupts to life And momentum spent gently descends to its sleeping bed. So does Thy will pursue its inscrutable aim, Our souls waken to brief life in Thy trail And in our little tenure ply thought and works And retire gently to a somnolent soil.
Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #113 O what is mere camphor and flower To Her who is stern of will and appearance, Wouldst thou with cowardice worship Her Who is battle and ruin and formidable grace? O She is moved not by crying despair That wails by taint of weakness, Her demand is boldness frank and fair That says, “This I am, make this yours!” Hence I bid every son and daughter of Her To flinch not from battle or terrible force, Steel your nerve and will like a warrior And sacrificially slay all and thy selves.
Poem — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #112 How costly the assembly crowding Thy chamber; Wreathed and robed and perfumed for noble air, This one by blood anointed, that one by fortune favoured, Beauty and valour in this one well wed, There fickle fame binds herself to one home constant, On that brow…
Poem — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #111 A sage I am not, The many musing years lend no orb of grace, A seer I am not, No visions of light and truth flood mine eyes. A wayward pilgrim distracted oft, I wander aimless the orbiting circuits, Each askesis is by a flickering flame lit, Mine Deity its icon-visage ever retains. A quite gladness is in my countenance yet, For in remembering Thee I only echo Thy heart!
Poem — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #110 I will revel in Thy cascading dusks And to Thy termless night pay obeisance, I will honour Thy silence pregnant And hold course to our sacred covenant. My sails of mind await Thy new winds That shall lead beyond mortal compass, The unforeseen shore I shall fear not For auspicious are all Thy means, Thy ends all apt. May Thy conquest of me be complete integrally, For my victory is to be in Thy captivity!
Poem — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #109 At noon from the pier of reveries I set sail on waters of bygone years, Old beings and older selves like islands were Strung by tenuous affinity into a cluster, An archipelago of becomings many, Alive or dormant, sad or happy. I charted each grey and glad sight That my musing thought accosted, Oh, how many boons there littered lay, Crowding better years and the common day, Hast Thou spared no will or force To shepherd me through the mortal hours, Thou wilt pour such excess of care For one meagre soul stationed here? Lacking stature and speech I will yet Babble thanks for the boon I savour most, To raise in mind and heart like a living flame The blazing glory of Thy immortal name!
Poem — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #108 Golden suns that pile brilliant dawns And silver moons silhouetting rich black of night, Flowers bearing hued speech in colloquy with amorous bees, Glistening brooks with glad rumours eluding shyly the azure, A sweet zephyr that kisses every passing hour And in each bough a faery troop to charm the sight. A feathered chorus humming a pleasing melody Remembering a Gandharva pair’s escapade fondly; All seeking to meet their aims fulfilling And all questions to their answers harmoniously wed. Such shall be our new paradise, The fruit of our union’s enterprise!
God and Man
Poem — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #107 Bring me Thee to our secluded hour, We shall peruse gleams of happy hopes And smiles gathered from heart’s deeps, We’ll brim with joy our meeting’s chamber. We’ll forbid all themes tragic and dire Where heroes are felled in wasting wars And…