Happy St Davids Day!

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O blest ferment of holy desire
The unforgettable Dewi Sant
Obedient servant of the light
Penescoli of the Isle erudite:
unite
‘Tis March the first be celebrant!

poem extract by Liza M Jones

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Poem to celebrate St Georges Day!

Poem to celebrate St Georges Day!

A worthy of Christian love and worship

Attar of Roses imbue the air, augur on seraphs gallant wing,

The arrival of an archetypal saint, anoint

Emblazoned bleeding cross of truth: standard parchemin

Winnowing…………….Lambs kin

Suffused and glorious bedecked

Testimony of salvation

On a Stallion, bestride the stars.

Gods breast plate preserves and protects the blest

From poison, crushing and molten fother imprest,

Waxen wounds healing abound, Christs compassion;

………Caressed in the clouds

Betwixt dusk and dawn enshroud

In Heavens sublime sanctifying unction.

Prostrate George

…God doth he laud trust and pray:

‘My nerve sustain, the dragon is slain’

Apostates assembly, fash fare and fie!

……….Astounded be.

The path of righteousness, hewn through his will, behoven

Forsakes not Christ for his own life, avowedly

In his cause to die, martyrdom betoken:

Beheaded he lie, the estate of heaven reclaimed

England’s Saint published and for aye famed.

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St Andrews Buckland Yew

St Andrews Buckland Yew

St Andrews Buckland Yew

The great yews council of tenants
Where roots divide the depths
Of every generation, a triumphant

Bed that binds mans footprint
In the pastures of time, divining
Heritage by generations that rent

Pockets of time from Gods acre, dividing
Roots that scribe through the terra,
As moving armies through the earth

Creating history within their flanks, era
Upon era mortality serves to clothe the reign
And swell the clod above and fear a

Prison below; the dark faithless abode
Of the Hecate dead, where death and rebirth
Are embodied in the yews heavy ode:

Dryad totem branch that lies next to death
And carries the spirit through the open door
Where earth primordial wraps the girth,

The great trunk thickens evermore,
Like the ever expanding universe,
Where dark conceives the light to fill the core.

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Easter Haiku

Easter Haiku

The eterne Godhead
Three parts in soul, clay, heart bind
Living manna Christ

Still waters his tears
Deluge replete in dotage
Harbour of refuge

God and clod mingle
Soul, blood and sin are bought
Clay fears death no more
By Liza Marie Jones

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St Francis of Assisi

The sermon to my sister birds

Like the Shephard with his flock

St Francis of Assisi gives a benignant address;

The cathedral of the skies in thrall, cluster- cloistral

Athwart a quiver, dart hither and thither, muster-mistral

Twittering plumes descending

Leafy turrets athresh the ingress; kindling

In the diocese of boughed and blessed trees;

Whence wise oratories extolling

The glory of God, redound: (Author of created things- astound!)

Wellspring profound, the saint expounds,

His cronicles with holy zeal:

The abundance of his weal

‘Then shall the trees of the wood sing

out at the presence of the LORD,

because he cometh to judge the earth’.

He restoreth the arid streams and firth

Like a garment lapping the bosom of his infinite bays:

Channels of his safe harbour, whence the spring strays

The middle of the valley, tapers to the reaches of tall mountains:

Inaccessible; certes secure, way up high, in the altars of the lord,

Splendid nature, in flourishin’ grove; protection for the young

Each with his mate dwelling among

The canopies, in amplitude: The Mighty enabler

Proclaims this to make ye nobler!’

HIS virtues roused the chattering chorister,

The roost of rawkus Rooks, rise a’riot

The chackling Crows and Starling shrill, reprise

In sweet dulcet chirping of the *Eos Awen, allies

The composition: Commotion: squall and cries,

Stirs the brooding Ravens croak, in oaken aviaries;

Assemblin’ cacophony gives ear: auspices of August patrimony

Intonation a’thundering and chanting devotion, awoke

The sacred breasted robin: imbrued breastplate of the king

The bobbin’ warbling wren: all feathered a’swoonin’-kin.

A turtle-dove with myrtle sprig ascends aloft

Like a cherubim spreads its wings, oft

Abiding in majestic summits toward his eminence;

The rainbow end whence stars distend in halig pastures:

The Lord’s love transcends all understanding and overtures!

 

poem by Liza M JONES

*Eos Awen welsh for ‘poetic nightingale’

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St Davids Day Poem – Dydd Gŵyl Dewi

St David

Happy St David’s Day

St David
Regale David! Unveiled design: awed,
Ubiquitous influence don: Christendom
Dewi Sant, Gods holy one of the Brythons:
Destined diocese avowed. …

In the clod of Cymry, Llanddewi brefi
The root of David’s discourse doth applaud
The Lords augury from the highest altar, stand
A hill risen doth christen the spot of the ‘waterman’
Dewi Dyfyrwr, with dove adorned and be laud.

Diver leagues of sovereign seas, kindled streams
Springs, fountains and floods infused,
All his parts; that form his influence;
Common themes, omnipresence
of God doth guide the whole, appulsed!

Dignitary of Christ sovereignty
A Celestial ministry beckoning in Albion
The visible ecclesi arch betwixt the polis of heaven
Augur augment men; leaven
Spring- sacrum of Saintdom.

poem extract by Liza M Jones

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Valentine reminisce

Valentine reminisce

Valentine Kiss

 

Oh! How love doth bay,
As moonlight strums the dawns ray,
In glory he doth glide,
The mackerel chased skies;
Winged feet in stride,
He flies, he flies
In mist we’ll sift:
To loves harmonic rift.
With the angels and the euphoric euphonic:
The prelude to throbbing love: their dower.
Indomitable spirits affray in the mating winds:
A force not to rescind,
Radiant in the shafts of heavens’ hues
They blaze and bask in divine dues
Engraved fates adorn heavens gates:
Ordained by God: a fixed mandate
Lips that lock in bliss:
Oh! Taste that immortal kiss!
Mealed vapours in tryst;
Seamless souls ride the erotic wave:
Tempestuous horizons, they brave

Extract from poem ‘Oh how love doth bay’ By Liza M Jones

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Titian short and sweet

Titian short and sweet

JAJones poetry ‏@JennyAJones7
#titianpoem Actaeon inherit fortunes arrow/young blood solicit scene with eyes offend/Hunted to hunter graft/fasten fate to mute tongue flee

LizamarieJones ‏@LizamarieJones7
#titianpoem Rue the day! Actaeons 4bidden orbs hap upon gargaphie grove. Fie! Diana lour, Prey 2 devour,hounds bloodletin’ life blotten ebb

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Sovereign Drift

Sovereign Drift
Sovereign Drift

The ways of nature to augment
The greater triumph of ascent
Radiates a vast conception: chaos
By primordial arrow tipped in Logos,
Mix a kernel of mans fate infinite date?
………..
A wayfarers heart seeks a remote flame
Another man builds a preposterous claim
And weaves through the ruins the original curse:
Prospects rise by the profligate purse
And reclaims eternal clay for pay,

By Jenny Amelia Jones extract from Sovereign Drift photo of Holy Island Penrhos Nature Reserve