Ephemera

Rosy twilit dawn
Blue mountains pink mists
Mystic kingdom of the East
Swiftly overcome

The Hyperbolist

Behold the hyperbolist
Swinging with ease
From sublime to absurd
He has a disease

Like an ape in the forest
That leaps through the trees
You can't do what he does
Or see what he sees

Frequently exaggerating
Not a little bit frustrating
Compulsively overstating
Never underestimating

If you think that you may be
An hyperbolist like me
Don't be rendered melancholic
For my verse is hyperbolic

Perceptions of Time and Mortality #3 - The Eternal Moment

Senses one through five
And I am alive
Input to the program
Suddenly I am

Without the filter of thought
Neither a teacher nor taught
Without the angst of desire
And yet with a fear of the fire

What I may be and the life I have got
These are the things that I ponder not
Man watches me fly and watches me swim
And imagines the thrill if I were him

For my part I wonder at nothing at all
Though I will admit - I do like a ball
Instinctively wise I come and I go
Though I may do - I do not know

You may see yourself in me
If you really want to
Forgive me but I disagree
Because I am not like you

Little Miss Daydream

She walks upon the clouds
And is kissed by the sun
She has a job to do
It can't be shared with anyone

She passes midst us all
Her mind on other things
Only just three feet tall
The fairest skin and hair in rings

She comes and then she goes
Just as free as the breeze
Nobody else knows
Just what she hears and what she sees

You too could understand
What it is to be a little one
If you walked upon the clouds
And you were kissed by the sun

Final Harvest

The reaper is not grim
That conquers death and kills him
And having set his inmates free
Becomes their king eternally
Come with me and bow to him
For that reaper is not grim

If we must rest and wait for him
And vigil keep while we sleep
His love for us will not grow dim
Soon will come his time to reap
So do not fear but trust in him
For that reaper is not grim

When the faithful words of God
By means of him have all come true
And we stand before our Lord
When all things have been made new
We will be beloved to him
For that reaper is not grim

The Tiggore

In the Hundred Acre Wood
Nothing feels as it should
Kanga's not been seen for days
And the Sun has hid its rays
And everyone now hides in fear
Lest the Tiggore should appear

His head is bright and stripey
But his bum is grey and fat
His greeting brash and flighty
But his spring is rather flat
Sat in a gloomy puddle
He's sat there for a while
The Tiggore is a muddle
Soggy bum and manic smile

Christopher Robin got his gun
And consulted with Pooh Bear
They went and found a heffalump
They drove him right through there
Through the gloomy boggy dump
Where the Tiggore sat and moped
And suddenly they heard a bump
As they both had hoped

In the Hundred Acre Wood
Everyone feels as they should
Tigger bounces as before
And everybody hugs Eyore
And nobody now hides in fear
Lest the Tiggore should appear

If there's a Tiggore in your wood
Take my advice, you really should
Do not fear the stripey grump
Just send in a heffalump