1

Apollo hefts that Gauntlet high to throw --
That Artemis affronting Gesture's Sight
Thrusts out anon her Tent of Black, and Oh!
The Sun effulgent shines on, Halo White!

2

In silent Morn, the Lawn still wet with Dew,
The friendly Owner of the Pub said: "Drink!
Ah, come! A lusty Bacchic Vial quaff,
Ere ye despair, and in the Grave ye sink."

3

Oh Rooster! when it crowed we Men who drink
Turned to the Pub: "Oh welcome! No Delay!
Old Throats crave Oceans of Nepenthe sweet -
A Vodka on the House? thy Treat today!"

4

Oh how Youth do perpetuate Life's Germ
If Winter's ghoulish Loneliness adjourns;
The Future? those hued Trees do show us It!
O God's green Thumb the View so verdant turns.

5

That Sultan's Star, now in, it vanishes!
Oh, to his Kingdom we will bid "Good-bye!"
But ne'er shall "Wet Springs" Ranch Land ended be;
Nay! Wine's red, merry Juice shall never die!

6

With heavenly Voice, O Noise inspired, we chant
"This Red Ale! Drink it up!", elated singing.
Ah, Finch, to a white Violet chirp "Pink!"
O see it redden! -- warble then, while winging.

7

I'd beg a Sip, if it be April Grape,
Romancing Life before its Thrill doth melt.
Youth in the Wind can flutter off, O then
No new Enchantment with dry Age's felt.

8

If People one safe happy Zenith know,
Or trapped by Hell with Woe in Terror be;
Ah, the bubbly River of our fleeting Weeks
Doth flow unceasing there into the Sea.

9

This Dawn Sky's heating Rays rejuvenate
Those Herbs of May; but Oh, I am dismayed
At last Year's shrunken Buds - the transient Dross.
Oh mark how Mortals' bygone Glories fade.

10

Ah, amble by me, busy Fuss forsake;
Avoid all Company with Duke or Sheikh.
Attack to kill, delight to maim? Oh Truce!
Don't hurt. Or eye the Treat?--do not partake!

11

The Dream! out under hanging Palms a-bloom,
With she who jests and savors this short Life --
Envied of Men of Power, Glory-men,
Hunted with Danger that attends to Strife.

12

A Poem, and Trees a-blowing in a Wind.
A Brew I'll drink -- base Needs of other Stuff
Ignore. Ah see here how we do behave;
Indeed for us a Song is just enough.

13

Doth Man chase Comforts, Gold, and high Regard?
Or seeks he out Priest, Minister, the Pope?
Ah Lord, I'd taste the best of Human Life;
O let me shed a far Tomorrow's Hope.

14

If we're intent to Hope for heavenly Bliss,
Oh, Profit in the Earth away we throw --
Better we briefly taste Love's Pleasure, for
What Hour we'll sink in Death we do not know!

15

A Title Hope in Earth, oh Ego? No!
Lo, Nature's short Blooms show us What? We learn
To say "Good-bye." -- all Assets in the World,
Like Nature's Gifts, back to the Dust return.

16

The Riches People think will last so long
Go sour -- or persist and Worth retain;
See Dew upon the Grass out in the Sun --
So Fortune spent doth hardly yet remain.

17

Lo, when a Niggard audits Banks, and when
An anguished Teen at Sin a Fortune throws,
Ah Both, I'd augur, rate an untouched Death:
Like Dung, to Ore will Neither decompose.

18

Oh in our weary Habitation, Earth,
Eternal Windows framed by Dusk and Dawn,
A Pharaoh's Star view - watch it shatter, Heir,
Washed up, not long to stay in this Salon.

19

Majestic Shahs at grand Persepolis,
By proud Beast Herds attended at their Peak;
Mark what great Monarchs doze, all hushed by Death;
Ruined, in Hell, down in the Earth they sneak.

20

Oh Castle high, on whose heraldic Door
Do these, the Royals of late honored Lines,
The Visage paint -- see that a Dove doth chirp,
A Cock doth crow, a Crow on Carrion dines.

21

It seems, when in a shaded silent Park,
That every Blossom, every Chaplet's Bud,
Grows rather more attractive to Man's Eye
On Soil enriched here with famed Heroes' Blood.

22

Ah, kneel in high Respect when at the Springs;
Honor when viewing Flowers in the Dell;
Lo from one vanished fine Soul far below
This pretty, sightly Garden could upwell.

23

My Friend, salute my happy Serum sweet
That Care aborts and Worry holds at bay.
Give me TODAY! O Why? Life's over fast -
Fed to the Worms, our Flesh returns to Clay.

24

Those I've adored that born to freedom's Hope,
Know not a Course but "Carpe Diem!", They've
Life's Bottle tasted fervently till All
Turn in to sleep, and now are in the Grave.

25

Ah with much Fondness we remember now
Those lovely Folks tucked far below, esteemed;
And then Tomorrow, Autumn, our Turn comes -
A Vacancy, eh? Time so short here has seemed!

26

We'd best attempt to get Enchantment's Kiss,
As handed us in the due Season rife;
Why? O ye mute down under Dirt do go,
To end sans Sound, sans Wants, and so -- sans Life!

27

Oh Those that worry of that Time far off,
Or worry now and hoard for One that's near,
Do Errors sore make, and must Elsewhere look
To seize their secret Prize supreme, I fear.

28

So, Wisdom of those worldly Thinker's Words,
Truths sacrosanct, propounded Thoughts, that fade
Like worthless Errors, that we trust, they wane;
False Scholarship to rest in Death is laid.
29


Mentored by Guru, and Rabbi devout,
Who many a Quandry fought, Men at debate.
Reason oft circularly seen, it seemed
That I was doomed to an e'er turning Gate.

30

Ah, Knowledge! Education's widen'd Base,
I vow'd to add while wandering mid Earth.
The Pity is I'm mortal, fed to Worms;
I think ahead: "All this! What was it worth?"

31

In Life will thy End be not Unknown Deeds?
Will ye Ovation glowing want to win
When ye on Wings will flirt anon with Stars?
Oh I think ye will walk, to your Chagrin!

32

Oh to and fro with urgent Whim we trek;
Hike here and there in mad chaotic Rush.
O earn unhappy Torment in this Earth?
To end, with Wine our hectic Grind we hush.

33

Ah, by the Theban Rampart strong I sought
To understand the tyrant Stars of Men;
Ah Fortune, Heaven-sent, thou art not free;
The Luck, then Doom, of Man evades our Ken.

34

I mark the Sheet that hindered Light and View:
O too, the Way whose Lock would not release.
Do we Men find Thee, Home of human Truth?
O if not, O then here the Search will cease.

35

I'd Seek a Lord transcendent that all Things
Can plan -- He'd end intending Virtue bright?
"If all Men grovel badly in rude Sin,
Wilt Thou, kind-hearted, help?" He said, "I might!"

36

Our World hath loathed Reply; and Neptune's Froth
Hath grown bereft of Strength here, Master gone.
Oh covered Realm divine? No, fallen still!
Nor Vision had in Sunset, nor in Dawn.

37

An Honor fell to me, for my true Friend
The Cup I took: Help, sound Advice distilled:
"I'll warn you errant People: Fate turns - Lo,
An Hurt? Oh revel there in Wine." I thrilled!

38

As with the talkative Container I
Did flirt, and to me wise Advice he gave,
I trust, my Man, he did his lewd Kicks get -
O is it darling silken Nymphs? Thou Knave!

39

The Master, real skill'd at working Dirt,
That Pile of Putty threw - a-yelling by,
It whimpered in an Accent crude: "Oh me!
Don't batter me that rough; pound softly, Guy."

40

As in Accounts of how God models Dirt,
As Man He sketches, crafted out of Clay,
So can an Urn savant, Lord Mr. Mud,
Out of mute Sand his "Hello Brother" say.

41

Imbibe! O worry not that Life's Hope drifts;
The Day gone by, the Future not yet here:
Do tenuous NOW remember, not a Fad -
What's up-to-date, watch: it will disappear!

42

Liquor beneath the Ground undo hot Pain!
Offer thy Honey as a Sea of Balm.
Soothe the deep Torment and wash off dark Woe,
A tortured Wretch in burning Grief to calm.

43

Ah, see the purple Violet catch the Drops
Of Life reviving Nutrient divine!
Supply thy Soul, thou Progeny of Clay,
With Lakes of Ale, then, from that Fountain, Wine.

44

Ere you by Charon to a frigid Realm
Of Death are ferried by his Ark, thy Chance
Lose not to revel in Love's sumptuous Glow,
Warm Sensibility and Touch -- Romance!

45

Lament the Saga of a human Fate,
The Months of Man's short, vain, and mortal Path
That to the desert Origin comes back:
We eye him all worm-eaten - do the Math!

46

To worry of Men's Pedigrees? Do not!
Or of their Righteousness, their Sins mundane.
I'll fete the Women in Seraglios,
Let's drown in lusty Rivers of Champagne.

47

If round you'd hurry and with Argument
The Venture that is Profit-bound obtain;
Potations festive rather we'd prefer
To banal transient Futures there - the Drain!

48

Oh, Logic's bossy Humours I've renounced;
From a chaste, modest, proud Vow off I break.
And wed that rare, young, radiant Dame, Red Wine -
Ah, in my Bosom her I've yearned to take.

49

Did Reason's candent Sun illume a Law
Newtonian by apt Logicians' Thought?
Dew of the Vine one hundred fifty Proof -
O Oil in Hand, in HER Law I'd be taught.

50

A noble God in "Beer Shed" Bar appears
As through a Passageway in Heaven's Vault.
He did decant: "Let's drink! Grant Health to thee!"
Alas, he egged me on - it's not my Fault!

51

Get Gin and Ice; to Men in cultic, hot,
Fanatic Arguments bid thee farewell:
Enjoy that solvent Claret's Taste that will
That human Scourge, the sober State, dispel.

52

A Monarch fought: "Let die, a brutal Host!"
Whacking this Infidel that storms the Wall;
And thy sad Cross? by Christ it is removed;
Ah, thus Men's Dread does now the Vine forestall.

53

Hiss at the Grape, God's Gift to us with which
We wash the wounded Heart? Let's not! Indeed,
We shed our Torments. Ah, her blissful Joy!
The curly Bine's a Weal - This be no Weed!

54

Should I a pungent fluid Thrill refuse?
A Cider? My! the Bottle seek to curb.
And vow, in Faith's Contentment drunk, to wait
For promised Juice from some Sublimer Herb.

55

Herald that Gospel Joy ineffable;
Ah, think: "That sacred Rapture!", but remove
Hot hidden Passion - and Beer's Happiness?
Libation out! A Dew we don't approve.

56

Men fret: "Ah, seek the Gem of Truth above" -
See how: encumbered quite with glib Debate.
I have a Hunch all's Luck, or random Chance;
We thumb our Noses at the Whim of Fate!

57

O God's big World! Can ye who humbled be,
Who Good vow, but accomodate to Sins
In Anguish bow? Inhuman Fate? A Fact!
While round the Earth upon an Axis spins.

58

You'll learn this euphuistic Truth: that though
Thy shining Life doth fill the Body now,
An unseen Being plants it 'neath the Dust -
That Bane! don't seek, in Reason, why nor how.

59

Oh, yonder Whisky Inn! you I have heard:
"This Brain-rot's good!", an Offer ne'er I'll spurn.
"Try killer Vodka, nifty, loathful Stuff."
Oh Throat be quick, his Flagons let's upturn.

60

Thou monotypic, thou scarce, brilliant Souls,
Unparalleled, rare, unknown Flakes of Snow;
Reflect on this Idea, O troublesome Truth:
Examples by the billions does God know!

61

Oh Child, afraid, cry: "Oh the Hell!" -- and All
We get, Oh God, will be a Snub, a Pause.
With the mad Churning of the Human Race
Stones lobbed onto the Waves no Ripples cause.

62

Quit seeking, vital Seconds drift away;
Faith? Death? put off Disputes, be thou exhorted.
An unseen Detail ended a Debate --
Then how is your Place here in Clay supported?

63

If your Eyes could arrive at a Rouleau
That wraps the Truth, and Genuine deduce,
Ye may one Tittle see, the finest Thread's
Avoided Strand, Oh it shall be of use.

64

The Universe's Prime Cause who produces
All Creatures by the Forms and Phases taking;
He'll cruelly vanquish one, another helping -
In Kindness to him, great in Riches making.

65

Dim Inkling of Forever? - fathom Him?
Men retrocede, accurs'd, left hobbl'd, blind.
"Ha ha! Men's hopeless, e'er tormented Tears."
Thus, so detached, He oft toys with Mankind.

66

One naive Prayer to God afar intone now?
Thou Hush above - mute, Zero, no Reply?
No! thou, My Faithful, Union anon be shown - how?
When to our World you bid your last Goodbye.

67

Equations Cubic do my hard Proofs solve;
But how may Man's poor Path make any Sense?
Oh by my "Hard Ordeal Theorem" try
Eradicating past and future Tense.

68

Oh fear in Hades' Fires to die, or live
In Faith: "God's Throne still shines - All can arise!"
Fact: "When I cease to be there's Nothing left",
That wilted, spent Rose, Oh so faint, replies.

69

Oh Loving-God, Devout, Nice, or On-Time,
If on my String of Life ye sparsely see,
Oh jot down Hate-Deleted, Free, and True -
Those matter, and so He will plead for me.

70

Adventurers who drift off to the Stars
Report not to this World, as is the Rule.
My Death? no Document suggests a View;
For that no Book is authored, there's no School.

71

Arise! put low that Creed that's all absurd,
Born of profound, enshrined Philosophers.
Flee Errors flawed we've known and loved, but loathe
To see to these Reality demurs.

72

His sinful Body Man lays down, as Ache
And Anguish he divorces in the Earth.
A Human? let us see, if infinite,
Too bad it takes so long to Death from Birth!

73

The potent Satrap's Status? Fortunate?
Hiers' Habitat, the flurried Legend's Khan?
If these, Tartarean Disasters shake,
Destroyed Dreams stoke another Ruler's Dawn.

74

To find my End, Men, Glory Site or Hell,
I did fly up near unto Heaven's Vault:
The Master says Damnation's best for me;
He adds: "The Blame for Hell is all thy Fault!"

75

Faith's Vista there: Love's golden Paradise;
Hot Hades' horrid Oven of a Cell -
Illusions both, harsh Demons exorcise,
Man's fire of Woe snuff out - well, sound the Knell!

76

"How can you God?", dost Thou now trembling howl
For th'naughty Wretches thrown in Hades' Heat;
"Oh why not free?" Inferno horrible!
But Flames He'll churn there, On His holy Seat.

77

Life's basic Facts this Chess Match parallel:
Some merely Pawns, yet others Kingly; yea,
Both transient indeed, yes, and anon
Both vanquished or dethroned and hid away.

78

Our Life equates to Basketball - we, trying
For Swooshes, how we hope to sink that Shot!
O bonny elegant Slam Dunk? not Life!
Then die, Death's Darkness hides Thee - Thanks a lot!

79

No Mark when put into that Log of Life,
Will vary, it's inviolate -- is unchanged!
A Cry shall not revise thy total Worth,
Nor on a Whim will Facts be rearranged.

80

The skeptic Thinker hear? He and the Pope,
Can in hoar Canon wallow all they will;
Oh Power of Brain, no Trance, no fancy Robe,
No Chant at Truth arrives - Lo, hidden still!

81

That Canopy of Sun with planet Worlds,
'Neath which I've groveled wretchedly, no End --
Athirst for Liberality from it? No,
Like us, no Pow'r allotted it to lend.

82

Life's Terror wand'ring down that Road ahead,
Those nasty Sins, and all thy secret Acts --
In that first Week when Thee He made of Dirt,
That mighty Lord of Heaven knew all those Facts.

83

When you are lucky, or when mighty sick,
If wondrous happy, knocked-down, or annoyed,
Pour Wine! for Martyrdom or Horror worse
Awaits; penned in this System you're destroyed!

84

He, God who notes all Truths of human Life,
Of People's Strengths or Failings, in that Gate,
Didst planetary Favors throw divine -
He'll under them unfold my human Fate.

85

At Heaven's Gate the brutish Devil froths;
But if I, humble, choose to come, to knock,
He's fled! My Flesh will mutate - Oh, refined,
I'll by and by that auric Highway walk.

86

I'll opt to seek Truth - it might anger me,
Or in her hot Enchantment I'll be taught.
O gather Truth? we've looked for it in the Cup,
And whilst within the Mosque we've seen it not.

87

So! tease and offer Men the keen Enticing
To seek for Love, yet punishing, suppress?
O this, it looks to be one utter wanting,
Cold Formula to reave our Happiness!

88

Proffered an hundred hard Laws on a Stone,
Our Prospects be all dashed lest we obey.
Converse Deal: with Hurt and Terror that
For us is Crime, the Lord can get away!

89

If Fools put on a Frown will we confuse
Good Acts for evil? Wroth I will confute
And chase a rude Crook from the Club away;
Plain Liar, Jerk, retract, or get the Boot!

90

In twisted Path we wind when in the World;
Oh hidden Traps malign we try to vault.
Oh do behold, if in loath Mud Men slip,
Is't to the Wine due? or is it Man's Fault?

91

When Heaven did feed a wicked Satan's Glee
Must I that Hearth in Hades seek to fan?
No, from the wretched Shame of evil Works,
With Kindness fair I absolve both God and Man.

92

And in the eerie uptown Ceramic Store
The one that sports the Logo "Noble Pot",
Sonorous Vases, rational there ye'll find.
O what an amazing, opinionated Lot!

93

Bowls of all Types, both Vassals and true Lords,
Slender and fat, some short and others tall;
Pots valued as a neat Thing when all glazed;
Some quiet, and Some spoke, as I recall.

94

Detect two Types here at Container Mart:
One dull appeared (no Tongue), and one Pot, smart,
Commenting loudly saith: "Hello Dirt! Lo,
Who is the Artist, eh, and who the Art?"

95

"Oh Men, about that able, last unending,
Unknown Creator", says that Count of Clay,
"Might He perhaps Tomorrow maim, beat, hammer
These Human Victims, the Sons he owns Today?"

96

"Dire Rampage? Heav'n annoyed? Allay that Fear!
Who tenderly," now spake the Duke of Dirt,
"New Vases fashioned, shall His Hobby be
Reject in Violence? Why harm or hurt?"

97

Heed the shy Urn that, leaning awkward there,
Laments: "O No! Why me? for Heaven's sake!
Of any and all Hope bereft?" -- It seems
A gentle Artist finer Pains could take.

98

"Oh weep, in the sweet Lord who dwells on High!"
The Marchioness of Mud laments; she spake:
"Why, shall He total, fatal Terror loose?
I'll get in Hell's Ordeal? We will not bake!"

99

"And in thy Loving, Sir, go bring a Keg
Of Brew", hints the old Earl, that Urn all soiled,
"Which can me of my Dying Limbo witch --
I may just thrive when by it I am oiled."

100

The Jars, those earthen Kegs, conversed a while;
One looked into the Sky, the new Orb spotting,
All cheered "Ah, see the Carrier's back-hung Yoke -
He'll People greet, the Inn's Brew Orders trotting."

101

Bathe me with Wine when auld, if I am going
Off to my Final Rest, ere I've descended;
Prepared by His hands, Ivy Garlands sewing;
Ah, my Wish: by a Weed of Hope attended!

102

Anon a Scent of Gin vents by my Grave;
Ah, let a Brewer's fun Smell here arise --
Up! Up! Ah, sent above a lush Turf Bed;
Ah, I inhale it - talk about Surprise!

103

Ah, floral Tavern where that unloved Man
His Thirst for Coolness doth abate and quench;
Ah, mellow Grove, at ease let's be reclining;
Care halt, on that dear quiet shaded Bench.

104

Oh Hedonism Peril ponder now:
Loud, vulgar Gods I'd not avoid, and hence
My darn old fool Ways my Esteem have harmed.
Unworthy Anguish! I've lost Innocence.

105

We, burdened by a Weight of Care despair,
A Soberness intend, no more to trip;
Then feindish Independence stirs, and we
Are beaten, we cheat and reach: "One more Nip!"

106

Fools do far too much Ale imbibe, and land
In deathly Sewers -- Ah me! Hell is dry!
Persons who host the Garden Vine, how can
Ye hope to find new, nobler Stuff to buy?

107

How wrong! when Instinct's Hand a Man at Birth
Clothes with hot, pure, and wistful Passion high,
Then Age wreaks all that windy Havoc's Change.
Ah, the stern, senseless Thought: the Soul can die!

108

Mine Eyes by glare from Gold's Allure go blind,
If in the Earth I fame-distracted grope.
When might I find thy Tent, divine deep Well
Of splendid Truth that give's us heart-felt Hope?

109

Regret Allottee Quota meliorate?
Could God be liberal where we err, and thus
See not? Oh Lord, seek Torment to negate -
Rewrite a different Destiny for us!

110

Off loveless Persons, bold, brash, loud, corrupt,
That go and turn the Earth into a Hell
Where echo other fallen Beings' Screams -
A rather tremulous, lost, choking Yell.

111

Stern Destiny we'll see -- invite the Muse
To stop these unfair Whims, that tragic Plan!
We'd order Terror out, I'd halt Ire too --
Henceforth that sordid Anguish choose to ban.

112

Be off, thou harsh, dead, daunting, quiet Globe;
Yea, welcome! Oh bonny, radiant, festal Dawn.
Note now Men sing this Anthem: "Rid it, go!
Oh woeful, darkly solemn Key be gone!"

113

Ah, Night of no Awak'ning hastens near,
For now's the Sunset of my Life, I fear.
No more aglow with Vodka; no more Singing;
Oh, hale Mirth, too? Ah, vanished, lightsome Cheer!

114

As Comrades gather, hear the Talk, and Laughing,
And Songs as Sherry they enjoy and sup;
Smooth Ales they drink -- O Sorrow? Sure. No Tears!
I want them to upend a wineless Cup.