Principles of Honour Inn Universal Rhyme
European
Time
Line
for Roy
II
the tide ebbs and flows
drawn by the princess moon
and time stands by
certain
in a cascade of silver hues
men’s dreams rise and fall
upon the fearless wind
as years steal the
seconds
from the hours they have to spin
if notes are word and deed
the song of tomorrow is in its creation
and the prize lies its composition
and the rising of the nations
the lives of sea and sky
are tethered by the air
our eyes contrive horizons
our minds believe are there
in ground
the image seen is reality in bleu.
from eyes of truth we’ve seamed
and so it is we sea
the forced forgeries of our perceptions
have come to school our dreams
the mind oft fooled by his visage
one of repudiation
the stolen frames of mind
cannot be forsaken
they remain alive
in the rising of the nations
for thee
no anvil strikes
the ancient's swords are forged anew
the freedom chimes are ringing truth
liberty resides
in this solicitude of mine
to wax poetic is to dwell
with the philosophers through time
the principles of honour lei in our universal rhymes
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European timeline
a dapper man clad in plaid
not his favourite
but it rhymes
Britain was it?
You spent some time
there
a busy street
not jammed with traffic
more like a hodgepodge
a green rumble seat,
a suitcase jutting jauntily from it
a young woman stands near
her dark hair in curls beneath her ear
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Everyone moved slower then
appreciating the beauty of the scene
like the young woman
framed against the car
She carries her beauty
with the trifling of youth
The Neighbourhood City
shops family owned businesses
brownstone row houses, mostly
An Italian restaurant-bakery
and a Deli advertising "Get your Hoagies, For Free Here!"
The people reside sparse
so it isn’t crowded
mostly it is like snapshots
people in vive’
Not posed
I mean, full of life
It feels a bit like the people
have just come home, all at once
like when church gets out
but the tone
is more serious
like soldiers
on weekend leave
The people in cars, pass by
slowly
some carrying on conversations
with their neighbours in the streets
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There’s an old woman leaning
out of a second story window
she’s beating a rug to death
to freshen it up
She smiles
even as she works
stopping once in a while
to wave or call out
to the people below her. window
Life is in the air
Melodic voices, with beautiful
elongated vowel sounds
These are the unique songs of Britain
like leaves rustling
across another continent
You my friend, breathe in the sights
and sounds
The atmosphere is full of possibility
For the poet, photographer,
and for the political radical, who
doesn’t think himself so
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Ah, you carry the beauty of youth
with liberal mind
You are that man, especially now.
Aged to perfection
open mind
open heart
A True Scholar