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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Ministry in Ascension

Ministry in Ascension

Death have no covenant over me,
Eternal Son shepherd of divine grace,
By almighty trinity I will be
A mirror of the blameless face.

Eternal Son shepherd of divine grace,
The Holy seed of the trinity,
A mirror of the blameless face
Scribed in thy forehead eternity:

The Holy seed of the trinity,
To turn thee away from iniquities
Scribed in thy forehead eternity:
A seal of patient ministry,

To turn thee away from iniquities
For truth sake, immortality
A seal of patient ministry
Quickened thy flesh in majesty,

For truth sake, immortality
The father of lights,
Quickened thy flesh in majesty
With divine attributes of triunity,

The father of lights –
Begotten Lamb of Glory
With divine attributes of triunity,
Sacrificed by lips of shame to Calvary:

Begotten Lamb of Glory
The awe of Elysian flesh,
Sacrificed by lips of shame to Calvary
Hidden cross of the heart confess

The awe of Elysian flesh;
Lion of soul console,
Hidden cross of the heart confess
I partake in flesh and blood,

Lion of soul console;
Morning Star of salvation,
I partake in flesh and blood,
A disciple of his passion:

Morning Star of salvation,
By almighty trinity I will be
A disciple of his passion-
Death have no covenant over me.

By Jenny Amelia Jones

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Chaucerian roundel poem….. Daffodils

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Aswooning the yellow hue of the daffodil debut
In the hallowed niche of Penrhos grove, bestrewn
The trail, always evergreen and wildly overgrown

The book of nature turns its page: aspring awoo!
All the birds throng in the canopy in mesmeric tune
Aswooning the yellow hue of the daffodil debut!

Spellbound the fierce splendour, light imbues
Familiar boughs: squibs of the rainbow festoon;
Inspirit the air and all who come to commune
Aswooning the yellow hue of the daffodil debut!

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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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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

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Robin Red Breast

Photo taken in Penrhos Nature Reserve on Fridays Snow filled day.

Robin Red Breast
The robin blessed by Christ, communicate
The steadfast that plucked the pain
From the Holy brow, an honoured breastplate;

A crimson flush, from cruel crown, dissipate
The Saviours blood to the bearers reign,
The robin blessed by Christ, communicate

A faithful servant among the masses to proliferate
The adornment of a most sacred gain,
From the Holy brow, an honoured breastplate

A chorus in nature to emanate
The message of the saviours’ pain,
The robin blessed by Christ communicate:

A glorious passion for Almighty fate,
Amongst his flock to maintain
From the holy brow, an honoured breastplate

For all creatures to congregate
Throughout the plains Gods’ terrain,
The robin blessed by Christ, communicate
From the Holy brow, an honoured breastplate.
by Jenny Jones

Mist descending over Abrahams bosom toward Holyhead mountain

Holy Island ‘Ynys Cybi’, gave birth to our poetic toils.
The landscape tutored our minds
the seascape tutors the sage
from whence the earthly and Divine
mingle on the page,
made near perfect over the years:
Half truths; prick up your spiritual ears,
To process our thoughts through soul:
An infinite glimpse into the mysteries
Of the sacred dwelling place, promises
To harmonise
the Isle of Mon, Heaven and the pen
Paradise on earth surmise .. our treatise!
by Liza Jones