Porthdafarch

tpkbsjxl Star Dark nebulae obscure upon reflection survey Yon silver street, the silken firmament to portend The night watchers rapture, through prodigious light display, Eternal errand to the milky cradle of fortuna blend. Luminary arbiter measure Midas, reveal And beget the grain to endow the vital course: Sprung progeny from dust and gas, like the wheel To fortune bound, emollient of stellar source Wrapped in nights pearls, naked accrete of thirsty fate Dissimilate the cloud for high or low birth? Give bounty dust this teeming dote and create The sum of noble marrow, eternal worth! Centuries sprung from obscurity to conquer All within my fixed time? As Chamaeleon shroud All common origin traced by kin interlace, concur Astral lone to body gone, by scattered light avowed, And so through the ages I suppliant evolve, From bonded yolk in hope the borrowed path Will weight the bliss I seek, uncanny time, love And hope in momentum raves for stellar epitaph, Steadfast to the core prodigal dust return, Dissolve, create, destroy the sphere as needs must, To the night trail track my dust to the silver urn, Distinction to extinction my envelope of dust.

Nascent Star
Dark nebulae obscure upon reflection survey
Yon silver street, the silken firmament to portend
The night watchers rapture, through prodigious light display,
Eternal errand to the milky cradle of fortuna blend.

Luminary arbiter measure Midas, reveal
And beget the grain to endow the vital course:
Sprung progeny from dust and gas, like the wheel
To fortune bound, emollient of stellar source

Wrapped in nights pearls, naked accrete of thirsty fate
Dissimilate the cloud for high or low birth?
Give bounty dust this teeming dote and create
The sum of noble marrow, eternal worth!

Centuries sprung from obscurity to conquer
All within my fixed time? As Chamaeleon shroud
All common origin traced by kin interlace, concur
Astral lone to body gone, by scattered light avowed,

And so through the ages I suppliant evolve,
From bonded yolk in hope the borrowed path
Will weight the bliss I seek, uncanny time, love
And hope in momentum raves for stellar epitaph,

Steadfast to the core prodigal dust return,
Dissolve, create, destroy the sphere as needs must,
To the night trail track my dust to the silver urn,
Distinction to extinction my envelope of dust.

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Oil painting of Penrhos ‘Scatter Woods’ by Jenny Amelia Jones

Oil painting of Penrhos 'Scatter Woods' by Jenny Amelia Jones

Scatter woods

The heart would were my thoughts unwalled,
Marry to dissolve in the swaddling scape,
Like sap from a tree, the vital spirit dipped

In honeycomb, play host to my lot
That I may reap the harvest in the eternal hour
And drench within to loosen the knot,

A keener joy distilled in the canopy
That draws my breath as if to replenish
The morning dew – resplendent in the tracery,

Rustling leaves mute the silence
And root my tangled feet among the trees
Where shadows espy semblance,

Altered in attendant nature I stood
To quench and dally – copious, to trance
The unbridled tread in the scatter woods,

Like an ancient eclipse that awes the sight
To multiply the plough by the sun and moon
A wooded scape unmasks the day from the night

And baptises the fettered mind into light, Breaking
Through the finest thread of natures original shroud.

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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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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

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#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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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

Dust Sinners

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Edward Burne-Jones XXII With the Wind
The poem is based on an Edward Burne-Jones picture With the Wind, 1 of 38 pictures from the Flower Book. In this picture the artist has chosen to portray the story of Paolo and Francesca famed in Dante Aligheri’s The Divine Comedy. The young lovers spent eternity in Hells Second Circle because of their forbidden love. The artist used pastels and watercolour to create and explore his vivid imagination, with circular frames his technique allows for movement and flow that creates a perspective whereby the observer is drawn into the fantasy of the looking glass.

Dust Sinners

“For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind:”
Hosea 8:7. (King James Bible)

Love doth melt upon the tongue, where bodies silken
Break the seal and seep into one, we are dust sinners – deserved,
Living phials that mix the shades of love, ensouled token

To condemning lot, where death invades our bonded
Grains unashamed? Loves oppressive air exhaled above
The rage of Hell, vanities fame, vengeance wounded

By the tricksters sword that dyed vengeance upon my breast, wove
Rebel blood midst the eternal flame, where hearts
Unopposed swell together, to salt my wounds our wedding chamber betroth:

A vortex, together coiled, never to part,
In spreading circles our souls fled our native seal,
We draw deeper to our scene, sinking low: Thou art

Guilty! We fall to satiate the flame, fortunes wheel
Spins the whirring wind: our breath expired entwined
Above the fire that invades us sinners, unceasing above the heel

Where tears distil love within the whirlwind,
The light within forever conjuring the core of chaos, to predate
Our altered state to dark abyss, whirling column bind;

The condition of my first being creates
To dissolve and mix again our atoms, loves entity,
The timeless enchantment of our captive state:

Love, love, love pervades our unity,
Judgement renews our vows for eternity.

By Jenny Amelia Jones

The vale of rest

The Vale of Rest is published in the Pre-raphaelite society book, a collection of poems inspired by the Pre-raphaelite artists. The following is an extract from the poem written by JAJones. The book is available at: http://www.lulu.com/shop/serena-trowbridge/pre-raphaelite-poetry/paperback/product-18939081.html

The Vale of rest

Recount on me…from your perspective

This Vale of Rest, a fathomless scene?

A picture of awe frames the indebted captive

Transcend curious Amaranth your mine to wean:

Stand at the edge times eternal consign:

Prolific time guides every visitation,

This day broods in wistfulness design,

I through you set my sights, smitten contemplation:

The boundless liberty of the mind, faithful restorer,

Redeems summers gaze from a reclining sun

In the ascending evening: nights vapour

Overshadows the vale, submerge wholesome

The fascination like a subterranean pioneer;

Cleave the scene embed the shroud,

Atone sorrows clay to visionary clouds. (Extract by Jenny Amelia Jones)