Tfr

[MANICHAEAN]

Champagne flowing; with pot-valorous speech;

empty featherheads growing ever the noisier,

In their own emptiness, in each others noise.

[MANICHAEAN]

Questionable Camille,

How though glitterest with a fallen, rebellious,* yet still semi-celestial light;

As is the starlight on the brow of Lucifer.

Son of the Morning,

Into what times and what lands art thou fallen.

[MANICHAEAN]

In full smoke and ashes

Of outburst sensualities,*

Does he live and digest.

[MANICHAEAN]

Mothers, in worn raiment,

Yet with living hearts under it,

Filled the public places

With their wild Rachel cries.

[MANICHAEAN]

Parliamentary eloquence and argument,

Greek meeting Greek in high places.

[MANICHAEAN]

Nothing but what Nature gives her wild children of the desert:

ferocity and appetite;

strength grounded on hunger.

[MANICHAEAN]

In such succession of singular prismatic tints,

Flush after flush diffusing our horizon,

Does the Era of Hope dawn on towards fulfilment.

[MANICHAEAN]

Of an intensity and activity,

That sometimes verges towards madness,

Yet does not reach it.

[AuntShecky]

I feel chastened in several ways. As I do not know if these short poems are examples of a verse form I should know but do not recognize, or if they are translations of a classical poet whom, again, I should know, or if they originate with you.

Anyway I look at it, you're a better man (er, person) than I am, Gunga Din.

And what is "Tfr?"

Yer ol' auntie is totally asea.

[MANICHAEAN]

Will message you Aunty.

[MANICHAEAN]

One huge motionless cloud

Girdles our whole horizon;

Streams up,

Hairy, copper-edged,

Over a sky of the colour of lead.

[MANICHAEAN]

One huge motionless cloud

Girdles our whole horizon;

Streams up,

Hairy, copper-edged,

Over a sky of the colour of lead.

[MANICHAEAN]

All betoiled, besoiled,

Encrusted into dim defacement:

Into whom nevertheless

The breath of the Almighty has breathed a living soul.

[MANICHAEAN]

Then dying,

Shall through long centuries

Wander as it were,

A disconsolate ghost

On the wrong side of Styx and Lethe

; his name like to outlive Caesar's.

[Danik 2016]

Hope you are fine!

[MANICHAEAN]

Fine thanks buddy, though we are now over 44,000 dead and the second wave advancing remorselessly. How's things your end?