Day: September 28, 2022

Waxwings by Robert Francis

~ JezzieG

Waxwings
1960

Four Tao philosophers as cedar waxwings
chat on a February berry bush
in sun, and I am one.

Such merriment and such sobriety–
the small wild fruit on the tall stalk–
was this not always my true style?

Above an elegance of snow, beneath
a silk-blue sky a brotherhood of four
birds. Can you mistake us?

To sun, to feast, and to converse
and all together–for this I have abandoned
all my other lives

Robert Francis 1901-1987

Robert Francis
Born: 12 August 1901, Pennsylvania, USA
Nationality: American
Died: 13 July 1987, Massachusetts, USA

Francis was a poet best known for his classic work ‘The Pitcher’ that demonstrates how physical activity is not only acting on the environment but is an interactive communication with all its elements of it. Francis lived most of his life in Amherst, Massachusetts, USA.

In Dulci Jubilo by Mike Oldfield

~ JezzieG

In Dulci Jubilo
1976
New Age

Mike Oldfield
New Age
Born: 15 May 1953, Reading, Berkshire, UK
Nationality: British

Mike Oldfield

Oldfield is a musician, composer, multi-instrumentalist, and songwriter, best known for his debut album Tubular Bells in 1973. Primarily a guitarist Oldfield also plays a range of instruments including keyboards and percussion, as well as doing vocals. Throughout his career, he has adopted an extensive range of styles such as progressive rock. World music, classical, ambient, and new age music

Elements of Magic

~ JezzieG ~ 4 Comments

Inspired by and written for Simply 6 Minutes – thank you, Christine

Wow, the image is hitting my chakras, it feels profound and spiritual. A sacred magic circle is a place out of time and space, a spiritual link between the worlds of physical and spiritual. Here goes…

Elements of Magic
Form: Beymorlin Sonnnet

The circle cast by three inviting peace
And spirits gather keeping demons out
Commune in whispers there’s no need to shout
The arcane words as time begins to cease
Lady Moon, Father Sun, dance wild and free
In love and light, there is nothing to fear
As spirits gather there is magic here
And their crystal orb is surrounding me
My body in robes and the altar set
I welcome them all to my sacred place
And hear their wisdom never to forget
For they grant me, love, throughout time and space
In elements of magic, I’ve made mine
Earth, Air, Water, Fire my spirit combine

Word count: 106
Time: 23 minutes

©JezzieGFarmer2022

Give a Little Bit by Supertramp

~ JezzieG ~ 8 Comments

Give a Little Bit
Album: Even In the Quietest Moments
Date: 1977
Genre: Rock
Artist: Supertramp

Supertramp

An English rock band, Supertramp formed in London, England, in 1969. Recognised for the songwriting of founders Roger Hodgson (vocals, keyboards, and guitars) and Rick Davies (vocals and keyboards), Supertramp blended prog rock and pop styles.

The Inevitable Anarchy Of Concrete And Scrap — Edge of Humanity Magazine

~ JezzieG

Photographer Anthony Sala is the Edge of Humanity Magazine contributor of these images.  From the series ‘Data control’.  To see Anthony’s body of work, click on any photograph.             The «Data control» series aims to show the general public the mess of these huge structures left to abandonment. Control…

The Inevitable Anarchy Of Concrete And Scrap — Edge of Humanity Magazine

Yuletide Night

~ JezzieG

A Garret Poet

Yuletide Night
Form: Villanelle

Will you be here with us this Yuletide night
and join our song of love in ancient days
we greet the dawn in the circle of light

Above, the silver moon is shining bright
as we recall the time of Pagan ways
will you be here with us this Yuletide Night?

In joy and mirth, the sun's rebirth in sight
a gentle glow that warms the snowy haze
we greet the dawn in the circle of light

The winter's frosty wind is at its height
as in the flames of Yule we sit and gaze
will you be here with us this Yuletide Night?

The Earth is draped in robes of purest white
the log is burning in a fiery blaze
to greet the dawn in the circle of light

As we rejoice and sing our sacred rite
in nature's wonder our voices raise
will you…

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Sonnet September: Shakespeare by Matthew Arnold

~ JezzieG
Matthew Arnold 1822-1888

Others abide our question: thou art free,
We ask and ask: thou smilest and art still,
Out-topping knowledge; for the loftiest bill,
Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty,
Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea,
Making the heaven of heavens his dwelling-place,
Spares but the cloudy border of his base
To the foiled searching of morality;
And thou, who didst the stars and sunbeams know,
Self-schooled, self-scanned, self-honoured, self-secure,
Didst tread on earth unguessed at. Better so!
All pains the immortal spirit must endure,
All weakness which impairs, all griefs which bow,
Find their sole speech in that victorious brow.