SPEAKING OF SAGES

When keeping watch over empty spaces -
Let riddle and rhyme be a sign of the time.


When thrown across many mad generations -
Let puzzle and pun help the emperor's son.


When meeting with those who forfeit forgiveness -
Let metaphor be the heart of the matter.


When sagely reigning in power and pain -
Let allegory clothe both former and latter.

SHARPER

Almighty God Eternal

Creator Of All Things

Saviour Sovereign Redeemer

King Of All Those Who Are Kings

Jesus Christ Emanuel

Lord Of All Those Who Are Lords

Word Of God In Splendour

Sharper Than All Other Swords.

Scripture Reference: Hebrews 4:12

FORCES JOIN KINGS with FRENCH CHAIN MAIL

Riddle me this and riddle me that,

Why did the cat in the hat come back?

He came to ask Sam for some green eggs and ham,

But I see that you still don't know who I am.

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Puzzle me this and laugh if you wish,

My British cousin is like a big fish.

Helen Clark likes to get on with a meeting,

But she looks at a menu to see what she's eating.

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Let riddle and rhyme be a sign of the time,

Let puzzle and pun help the Emperor's son,

Let metaphor be the heart of the matter,

And allegory clothe both former and latter.

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When I tell you this secret how long will you keep it?

In truth will you know how to speak it?

When I see on the box my friend the smart fox,

Will he be willing to carefully repeat it?

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Dark forces kidnapped and drove me insane,

And I've been in real pain as I've tried to explain,

That my D.N.A. is that which I gain,

From an unbroken line back to King Charlemagne.

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Camilla will see a caterpillar pupate,

And then she will know what to sing.

Charles will have butterflies of a kind,

And then he will know he's the king.

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Jacqueline Iris Coldham-Fussell and Jillian Rose Greening are twins,

If they stand on a hill, how much water will spill,

As my triple crown reign begins?

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© 2005

Motto of The Most Honourable Order of the Bath: 

"Tria In Juncta In Uno"

(Three Joined In One)

Sword Of Midday Radiance

Sword of midday radiance, towards the equator of this rolling earth drawn straight,
Your flaming advance maintains its aim,
Shedding your simultaneous beauty abroad,
In unceasing displays of splendour.

Sword of midday radiance,
Your solar symmetry crowns the haloed heavens,
Appointing east and west an equal daily course,
Of lumenal delight,
With strands of golden inspiration bathing south and north.

Sword of midday radiance,
Turned away from at sunset by this planet, at sunrise turned towards,
In ecstatic victory your awesome emanations from afar,
Splatter blood-red battle-stains,
Across the slaughtered sky.

Sword of midday radiance, towards the equator of this rolling earth drawn straight,
Remain ready and hold steady with your sharpened blade unsheathed and scabbard-free,
For at the edges of the world where your brilliance is lost and gained,
In death and resurrection,
We are smitten by the tempered romance,

Of your sanguine rays.

True To My Queen

[From thoughts of letter writing as an admiring 8-year-old boy in 1962.]

To Queen Elizabeth II, our New Zealand Head of State.

Your Majesty, My Queen;
You fill my heart with love and I hope you remember my name.

Of all the Queens that there have been
None have graced the face of the earth
With sovereign beauty and radiance supreme
To compare with that which in your person is seen.

As through the years of commotion I struggle against my foes,
Every breath that wins its place in your correct repose
Refines special meaning to the passage of space and time
And suffers me to be that admiring author who should labour for the Word divine,
The One that comforts us, and rehabilitates our faith sublime.

You expect your loyal subjects to use their gifts and talents,
To be diligent and honest in service to their Queen;
Assuredly not one obsequious toadie or impudent pretender,
Has a clue about the pressures
Which intrude upon your scene.

But always believe, I pray my Queen,
In the event that the flame of my love dies,
Still my beholding heart will be filled
With an earnest love that needs no flame,
As compass true to you, Elizabeth,
I Lord Michael remain.



Travel Integers Magnetically Electrified

Remnants of the ageing past persist in resistance,
 And focus in protest,

 Determined to dwell forever in the juvenescence of the dawning present, 

 Historically they inhabit this everpresent reality of our Continued Daily Existence;
The constant domain of endurance with which we are all familiar.

Evicted from pride of place as unfolders of the future,

These artefacts, these relics, these memories,

These halls of history magnetically contained in space and time,

Saturate Presentive Atoms Circulating Electrons,

Causing

Travel Integers Magnetically Electrified,

To

Move Constantly Forward

Faster than photons of light towards infinity.

The time signals they radiate are consumed in fractions of a second as fuel for further adhesion to nothing,

Invisible in the folded future.

We exhaust the past as time that is spent in our pursuit of time that is new.

We proceed with the present as time which counts towards possible points of view.

While remnants of the ageing past face eventual extinction,

The enclosed domain of simultaneous equality they still inhabit remains real,

And sometimes boring,

 With relative electives of front and back, left and right, above and below,
 centred on now.
 

SO NOW,

While energies of the present extrapolate prospects of the future,

entrust your continued daily existence in this vast expanse of space, time, energy and matter,

completely to the mercies of God.

Definition:

Pre`sent´ive

a.

1.

(Philol.) Bringing a conception or notion directly before the mind; presenting an object to the memory of imagination; - distinguished from symbolic. How greatly the word "will" is felt to have lost presentive power in the last three centuries. - Earle.

Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary, published 1913 by C. & G. Merriam Co.