The Duke of Chester

The Duke of Chester

I saw the Duke all frail and broken
Pray that night at having spoken
Five hundred men had died that time
From lucid words and ill sought verbs
           
The candle light had gained no height
As it slowly dimmed as beggars grinned
Then darkness loomed in this passive room
Forgotten dreams where silence looms

Written By George

We Fall

We Fall

As we climb the heights, as turmoil strikes...
We fall!

To get back up, we clamber still
Then hoist our flag and ask for more

Then sadness strikes the ones who fail
As we bolster more our world's desire
To break the backs of those who tire

Sadness reigns on my poor heart
To fill the ground of pain and sorrow
Not to know what comes tomorrow
Lest we grow old and ponder still
What drives our pain and all our ills

That as we fall; our guides do call
Then raise a hand on those who fall

As  we may know that hope still reigns
Amidst the pain and putrid haze

To hold our hand so we may stand
Then watch the flow of this dear land

Written By George

A Sailor's Plea

Why is my life in turmoil O' great god of the sky?
Have I not trod thy humble path of life ?
Watered the crop of forgiveness
Hoisted my flag on the highest mast as I set sail
Through turbulent winds has she sailed
Her timbered wounds soaked with the salt
My brine of sorrow like watered tears,
Through jagged rocks my ship did flounder
Cutting the stern as she bleeds the oil that thy hands have toiled.
Did every port not write her name, as she docked her load ?
Her wondrous cargo has fed the poor that even thy eyes have seen.
Let my ship with creaking timbers cast her sail to southern winds;
That ye may blow her home
No more rough waters to rock her bow
So may you lift the fog with a sweep of thy hand
To where both ship and man go home to die.


Did not they ship serve thee in time of need?
When her bow creaked and rats did flee ?
and not her stern thou did bleed stood by thee ?
In rocky seas did she venture thee; unhindered by gales that be ?
When other ships rained with good luck florals,
Thou endured pain along with all the corals
Many ports have embarked thee, through many lives thou has seen
The beginning of life and the end of death,
When two seas meet, they often greet.
Like the wheel of a ship, we loose our grip
The kindled spark that lights the flame
Is often hid within the pain
Did not thy lantern in the fog, guide thy ship through jaggered rocks ?
Hoist thy sail my friend of woes
Rest thy tired limbs and wing, like the seagull, and sky born eagle
I see a gull in my minds eye,
where ships and men sail home to die.
Where no more, will the wind beat on a tired sail
All ridden holed and almost pale
Rest thy timbers on the sand..... both boat and weary bosons hand,
That ye may never take afloat a vessel laden full of woes.

Written By George
　
　

A Sailor's Plea

Nothings Too Small-Then Throw Myself on the Valleys and Break Away!

"Nothings too small"

"Then throw myself on the valleys.....and break away"

A good piece of poetry that appears to say it all!

I was asking my spirit guide questions about humans learning from spirits and remarked how inferior I would be, compared to him/them.

The first voice appears faint:- "Nothings too small"

Then something happens, as my questioning seems to be erased by a voice very similar to my own:

"Then throw myself on the valleys"

with a third voice:-

"and break away"

(the banging sound is Julie in the kitchen)





The Elemental Gods

Ye are gods...... children of the most high.
Who are those who stealth through the night sky ?

The mighty power of the Elemental Gods.
That man may be born and die like an insect to be born again!

He is like the gnat on a tree, who crawls by day and hides by night

Oh great are ye, thy Elemental Gods who with a wave of an arm cause
the sky to streak with forked lightning.
And clasp thy hands in a clap of thunder.

As waves twist and turn by the skew of thy hand
Then as thee lay thy hand down on the green of the land
May a sunbeam shine from the tip of thy finger into the hearts of men.
That they may know that thee are great and above all things

Let thy hand rise a chalice to the dry arid land, that fruit may grow
For thy cup holds the rain that every mouth shall drink

Let not your wrath fall in tempest on the poor and ignorant
As ye are wise and above all things
That they shall know that thee and the land are one.