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16: Bardic Mission

Pendragon sword, Lord Ollamh of the North,
Returns in testing times, to safety wrest
From causeways of god-awful Ragnarok;
Embroidering six colours into words
I contemplated Hoo’s expanding wings,
Variegated unto royalty;
While gently snipping psilocibyn stalks
Across the mossy-dappl’d turf I rose,
Heaving my heart up heather, moors & crags,
To sit beneath the wide gates of heaven,
Stirr’d into silence by some dreadful thought,
These islands might yet perish, hope yet lives,
Wordhordes Shakespeare wrought, morals Milton swore,
Inspiring drastic futurology
Helping dictate the way the world should be,
An elevation’s beneficial change,
The raison d’etre of the better bards,
Whenever signs & omens overbear
Pendragon poetry parleys with hearts,
Its truth-beknighted clarion calls souls
As if blown to Tara’s triennial
Where scholars, chiefs & bards & petty kings,
Raise up cloud-houses from the Danaan mists
Where all dwell high in peaceful solitude
To ruminate on overarching world
& matters of importance – in this block
Of poetry, come people, meet your minds.

17: Womanhood

There was an age of gold before the floods
When pyramids prominish’d Tesla’s dreams,
When women claim’d a right & proper share
Of social cares in equinamity,
And as the cycle of the moon revolves
In majesty, sometimes shy, sometimes proud
Oer the watching bosom of womanhood,
Let us restore those feminine ideals
White doves settling on the shoulders of men
Such a state of existence is at hand!
Rejoice! Emancipation is at hand!
Let womb become God’s garden once again –
Full of wisdom & beryl & jasmine –
Breaking the patriarchy stage-by-stage
The first wave, votes, the second, equal pay,
The third, release from domestic shackles
& sexual slavery, see in these
The liberation of an underclass,
By men constructed, perpetuated
In roles invented only to opress
Crude demarginalisation of half
Of all humanity, let dyadic
Units of mother & child be replaced
By the holy family trinity,
Delineated only now into,
Child, spouse, parent… cast ‘femininity’
Into carboot fire sales for collectors.



18: Human Hope

As evolution prospers over time,
The one sober soul in a drunken brawl,
Each age reaches its vital denoument
& ours has come, pretend no otherwise,
At the behest of cabalistic crimes
Unsuitable pseudo-democracy
Imprisons protests in a dim Bastille;
Wings fall apart, the centre cannot hold,
The logical conclusion of it all –
All localities burst into sunblaze!
Stripping to shred unequal privilege,
Overwhelming chain-sustaining structures
Naming all criminals, shaming their lies –
Hierarchal, authoritarian
Vexations of various extraction –
Confronting grunting swine eliminates
Untold amounts of Human misery,
& with such hogwash silenc’d shall arise
Embitter’d intellectual voices
Become beautiful bastions of hope,
Around whom gathers strength & unity,
Thro’ these the perfect Human anima
Seen within Boddhisattvan Nirvana,
Grows like wild flowers by oppressive walks,
All shades & hues dark pathways to illume
As we, the People, leave a better world
For all who follow on from these brave times.

19: Homelessness

Are misfits criminals? To be unloved
Is that a crime, or is it consequence
Of sleeping cold, rough, in dangerous streets,
Stealing soup coupons just to stay alive,
Made lepers as the laws of vagrancy
Attack rough sleepers & their basic rights
To bed down for a night, to sleep off cares,
Not on somebody’s prize lawn, but on land
Folk with abodes explore all lives at will,
Spaces preserv’d for public use, unless
Your social stigma says too low to crawl,
Meanwhile, as unscrupulous inhumans
Lay spikes in shop doorways, phlegming beggars,
All homeless camps, centres & day shelters
Are monitor’d directly by the Law,
Let us counter with fountain tolerance
Bring balance to the basic rights of life
& never feel confronted when you meet
These people of the streets upon the street,
If existences of ghosts not proven
Why treat a human as if them not real
Just one cheeky wink of acknowledgment
Then listen if they strike the ancient match
That lights up conversation, lets words fall
On ears ready to listen, humanize
The moment, for when all are humanized
The triumph of the species shall be ours!

20: Visualizing Truth


The Truth, the Truth, is shining all the time,
As bright as Venus, but often obscur’d
By clouds low level; Humankind, when base,
Denies truth aggressively, coats with lies –
But, as Gallileo’s ears sent twitching,
By Flemish invention, & understood
‘Twas founded on science of perspective,
He made a magnificent instrument
With magnification of one times ten,
& from the top of the campanile
Saw lamps hung on ships two hours sail away,
Turning his magic eyeglass to the moon
Saw comet-splatter’d surface uneven,
Deep chasms & vast protuberances,
Swinging his piece to pierce the trailing stars,
O what a beautiful sight to behold!
The first on Earth to feel persuasive truth;
Galaxy myriads, Jupiter’s moons,
Portraiting proof Coepernicus correct,
But churchmen, fearing for their merchandise,
Defamed the pair blasphemers, fled the truth
Of God, belying understanding;
Let us self-interested agendas
Identify, when with a sweep as one
Turn all our apparatus on the skies
That are news stories fed us by scammers,
Search for the moons of truth these planets hide.

21: Meat Is Murder

As Napoleon march’d upon Moscow
To watch the Kremlin shudder into flames,
So has the march of Ronald Macdonald
Destroy’d the vegetable edifice
Of Hindoostan… to feed the addicted,
On forests flatten’d rise factory farms,
Preparing chapters between birth & death,
The dullest pages of all existence,
Creating meat – thro’ this cash-crazed scramble
Cages cramm’d with hens, pigs in narrow crates
Can barely move, & forced to grow so fat
Legs break unexercized beneath the bulk;
Fish – the most sensitive & sentient
Of all life’s social creatures – exploring
Hunting, playing – suffering immensely,
Cramp’d land tanks, apalling, parasitic,
Inumanely slaughter’d , slow painful deaths,
Stunn’d ineffectively, flailing, alive,
Dump’d in ice slurries, consciously breathing,
As a fleeting remembrance of hatching
In open waters helps make peace with God;
The madness of these massacres must stop
Let science replace the taste of a corpse,
Lets end the age of cages, strain the brain,
Remove all apathetic modes of thought,
Forever scarred with murdrous infamy,
Our bellies’ open sores no more may bleed.

Song 7: Shangri-La

SHANGRI-LA I’m gonna buy myself an island I’m gonna plant me my standard there I’m gonna claim it for my country As I build my country there I’m gonna buy myself an island I’m gonna build me my palace there I’m gonna fill the pool with diamonds Fountain rosemilk everyweher Following the eastern star Sailing to the shores of Shangri-La You don’t have to travel far To find out the star you are I’m gonna buy myself an island I’m gonna build me my prison there I’m gonna chain the native wisemen up In mucky dungeon’s air I’m gonna buy myself an island I’m gonna build me my harem there I’m gonna bed the native beauties Scatter rubies thro’ the air Following the eastern star Sailing to the shores of Shangri-La You don’t have to travel far To find out the star you are I’m gonna buy myself an island I’m gonna build me a harbour there I’m gonna send a boat for all my friends This paradise to share….