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The Pursuit of Mercuria

For some years I have pursued that lovely
Greco-Roman woman called Mercuria;
I’ve yearned till I could no longer reason.
Once, just the sight of her would have pleased me;

But now, at whatever cost and downfall,
I must taste of her fiery passion.
At whatever risk I plot her every move.
When the time is right, I’ll be standing there;

It will be just us, while the world’s asleep.
The problem is that she’s a fast woman
And is quite difficult to even sight,
Much less capture, entrance, embrace and kiss.

And I can only have her for awhile;
Before dawn, if I lingered with her long,
We’d soon be consumed by the rising fire;
After twilight, we’d be lost in darkness.

Yes, I have courted her many times,
But she’s so elusive, fleeting, and small.
Once I waited for her just before nightfall.
All was perfect—’twas the best time of all.

There was the calm of a windless sunset,
Then the brief brooding of twilight’s gloaming,
And the promise of a slow sultry night.
Clouds then came—and so I missed her again!

She strayed not far from her fiery lover.
When I may have glimpsed her (I wasn’t sure),
She slid toward her master’s gravity,
Condemned to whirl about his light;

(However, I was quite determined;
‘Twas the thrill of the quest that kept me strong.)

I planned to surprise her just before dawn;
I crept on the frosty roof, near slipping,
There waiting. Damn! Clouds were boiling along
And blocking my view of her beauty rare.

Suddenly the clouds cleared, and she was mine—
Just over the eastern horizon was
The planet Mercury—dear Mercuria.
I stayed with her as long as possible,

Naked in the night, until, to blazes
She went when the sun arose; however,
Memories remain of those precious moments
And now she belongs to me forever.

Venus was too easy, Mars always there,
Jupiter ever-present, Saturn bright,
Earth under my feet, Pluto underworled—
King Neptune, Queen Urania? Where are you?

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Moonlight Sonata

The music of the spring was in the breeze,
A prelude borne by airy musicians
Of the trees—the mating calls of the birds,
That opened for a cosmic symphony.

The Music of the Spheres played in the park
At night—flung down by our Father, the Sky,
Through the soft night to our Mother, the Earth,
Then to us, their audience and progeny.

The planets joined in a concert to the
Merrie Monthe of Maie, arrayed as follows:
There was Venusia, the Bringer of Peace,
Singing side by side with warring Marsius,

Flitting about was the wingéd Mercuria,
The speedy messenger who conducted
The orchestra, melting all of us who
Were touched by her wand of burning desire.

And mighty Zeus, was there, full to the brim
With the jollity of the fat man's belly.
By Jove, came Saturnus, so very gray
With age—lumbering into the party.

Thence sat Urania, the magician, and
The old sea captain, King Nep, the mystic,
But not Pluto; he was downsized, no more
One of the harmonics, an underworld!

Jupiter’s music was round and robust,
While Saturn’s boomed with the sounds of grandeur
And the old venerable melodies;
But, Mercury soon picked up the pace.

Next flowed the serene love songs of Venus,
Followed inexorably by Martial marches.
Now was the time for Urania's magic—
She played musical jokes and surprises.

At last, their music came to mesh as one,
As our wanderers of the night floated
Away on the haunting mystical strains
Of King Nep's tune, into the May Flower moon.

Now we're touched, so touched by the starlight,
Afraid that we'll ne’er be the same again.
Can you sense the euphony of the spheres?
Can you fathom the theory of everything?

[mkirkpatrick]

You have a talent for verse,which contains no terse,just jumps out to meet you in a charming way,in itself,its quite simple,causes our eyes to crimple,please dear Austin
keep it real simple!

Not bad for a beginner,aye!



regards michael.

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