Saint Helier Jersey.

Helier lived in Jersey, Christianity to preach.
A transition from "natural life" to spiritual fold.
A cave to dwell, for worship, a mount to meet.
First missionary, an honest upright man of old
His gown flows, he stalks a L'islet,with bare feet.
Bearded, blonde curly hair to shoulders mould.
Lonely days, hunger pangs from not much to eat.

Saxons arrive, intent on another plunderous raid.
A warrior mead drinker, ponytails tucked under.
Dance on sea horses, a jolly roger flag of plaid.
Approaching Jersey, to reek pillage and plunder.
Buccaneer pirates, fly their scull and cross bones.
A murderous wind, with hailstone and thunder.
Cannon tied to deck planks, axes sharply honed.

A truly courageous person, fearful for others loss.
At times of danger, Helier found fit to ignore a fight.
Filled up with strength, he made signs of a Cross.
He unchained an almighty storm, with silverlight.
His Gospel destroyed, and scuttled all pirate ships.
Everything pounded, unquenchable waves might.
No crews merrily dance, to hornpipes, nor traipse.

Another of beowolf's Saxons, felled Helier at his feet.
Helier's blood, became a winged le cheval of freedom.
Martyred Helier, undisturbed, departed on a breeze.
To Petite Port, a Saint waiting always with open arms.
A resurretioned angel, Saint Helier his psalms intend.
Where it is formed into a gorgeous "valle'e de larmes".
The mother God waiting, "Holy Spirits born in Eden".

Authors Comment:

St Helier Built his house on a rock, Jersey.
His zeal still forwarded today in England.

Jersey early morn crow a ****.
Conger and marigold soup lots.
Hamptonne aye maluv !

Market day formed in year dot.
Daily fresh hot scones we scoff.
Hamptonne aye maluv !

Griddle cakes tasty very hot.
From neolithic times are got.
Hamptonne aye maluv !

Jersey cream teas are top.
Drunk from that big tea-pot.
Hamptonne aye maluv !

Bowls of Jersey bean-crock.
People for apple cider flock.
Hamptonne aye maluv !

Cabbage bread also not forgot.
Visitors Jersey wonders shop.
Hamptonne aye maluv !

A good wyf who keeps stocks.
Each day on this island rock.
Hamptonne aye maluv !

Author Comment.
Hamptonne Country Life Museum
back to 17th century rural life.
Discover local Jersey traditions
such as cabbage loaves and cider making.
Explore with the happy Goodwyf.

Author Comment.
Hamptonne Country Life Museum
back to 17th century rural life.
Discover local Jersey traditions
such as cabbage loaves and cider making.
Explore with the happy Goodwyf.

A bright scarlet red sunrise, Paradise arrives again,
seen as a bright maroon picture, that beautiful sea.

I relax in Jersey's unique charming St. Aubin bay,
a wonderland of Castles, also Forts for landscape.

Elizabeth Castle on a dawn horizon, surrounded
by white lilac clouds, edged in pink diamonds.

Hop over Jersey's, fine hot grains of golden sand,
another special, gorgeous summer day breaks.

Skip over an uncovered, aged winding causeway,
castle turrets silhouetted pink, in a silver blue sky.

Hungry oyster-catchers, Jumping as if on stilts,
busily dibble and dig, feed on a sandy tide line.

Flotsam from creels, coloured buoy's for their toys,
good little children play, happy on the sea-shore.

Countless stubborn black limpets, stick to rocks,
they keep their secret from gulls, hidden within.

Eels forever tracked, in emerald blue lagoons,
by multicoloured, speedy silver eyed mackerel.

Razor fish and lug-worm below, cast off to time,
In a delicious morning beauty, mounds appear.

Held tight in it's beak, a whelk strikes pebbles,
seagulls squabble, golden silence is broken.

Grey mullet shoals mate, like summer fireflies.
Curiosity being fed a delight on this fine day.

Author's Notes:

Jersey An Island Paradise.

All three of these are well written poems. I favor Gorgeous Jersey St. Aubin Bay. The language in all is rich in detail and carried me into these people and places effortlessly.

Lightning cracks, a lantern swings in a wild night.
A mysterious ship, lurks off of Elizabeth Castle.
Merry sailors bob along, near those rugged rocks.

A sea mist, disguised dances of white sea horses.
Crew, capstans straddled, fingers steepled thinking.
Views of a rocking red sunset, in Belcroute Bay.

Grinning buccaneers, caress half full bottles.
A rough sea, will lend them strange high voices.
Singing shanties, cheeky London dock ditties.

Under influenced sleep, dream of quaint nymphs.
Silk spinneret webs, spiders swing, hang, sway.
Sand to tantalize, wind swept silver dunes shine.

Cautious on a therm, two swallows twitter high up.
Thistles and lizards, share that dry earth bed.
Olive sea wrack, rabbit tails bob in St Quen bay.

Grey mullet, play tag in inshore rocky gullies.
Eyes of a cockle, stare within an armoured cage.
Tasty crab bounties surf, pebbled shore waters.

Oyster-catchers, dibble periwinkles in St Aubin bay.
Gulls ever squabble, eat strange mariners leftovers.
Mosquitoes eternal, cluster dancing round a mast.

Author's Notes:

Gorgeous Jersey.

Beautiful songs sung by strangers, piercing echoes through long hot summer days.
Silent sunset, streaks of silky yellow light, a golden glow, passionate cool twists.
Sunlight yellow lichened walls, intimacy secretly spiced with timeless possibilities.
White clouds building bridges, wonderful roads sailing from earth into blue sky.

Enjoying this cause in a quiescent period, their molt regeneration again begins.
A strategy called semelparity, lustily and greedily ready for their next resurrection.
An echelon of thorny hedge rows, visions of warmth sitting in green juniper-trees.
Hurry we have no time for ease, a magic dream is wrought for instant release.

Returning as cultural prehistoric symbols, immortals enjoying their journey over again.
Behold merry voices, understanding their mood, after maturation for seventeen years.
Never can enough female cicadas, satisfy this crazy behaviorism of hot intent males.
Individual loquacious voices echo, reasons right for deducing erotic sexual functions.

Esteemed in a maroon cloak, appearing on a shrub then shedding my garment.
Timeless Greek history BC, folklore introducing bronzed semi-skin female beauty.
Imagination running wild a humble lady bug, in her ornate colored fancy rigmarole.
Chinese Myths spoken and written, stories about exotic treasures of reincarnation.

A females shiny brown shell, using her powers for future generations to survive.
Manic mates pole dancing their way, into his red lust filled eyes of wanton greed.
Hordes of hungry genus magi-cicada, rapture their unison to sounds of gentleness.
Observers look in awe, as you give your life for your own light of a new morning.

During it's time above ground, busy male cicada resonates music from his abdomen.
Attracted by sounds and singing a spider, in his web so snugly, watching, waiting.
The cicadas provocative appetite, an esteemed final showdown of sexual identity.
With elfin wings, glamour of a lotus, humming back and fore making her offspring.

Aliens surviving on pure water, muses producing non stop for two weeks without food.
Female cicada flit like a dragonfly, patiently between scalloped branches inseminating.
A cicada nymph trembling, gently falls to warm dry earth from whence it first alighted.
I bade thee feast at your delight till bursting, I will replenish myself a thousand fold.

Amongst ivory white weathered dry bones, snug and cosy from whence I have come.
Dancing and chattering garrulously cicada, invisibly engraved in dry earth tunnels.
Energy possessed from root sucking, an unending timeless aphrodisiac effect.
Life imbibing sap freely flowing, once more regenerating young limbs alive again.

Authors Note.
Sheer Beetle Beauty.

We arrive into New York City full of Contradictions.
Old residents Algonquians and Iroquois Indians gone.
Searching for Paradise among those grazing Buffalo.
Squirrels red coats remind us of Dead British troops.
Some forgotten a treasured Scalp on that Indian belt.
Vicissitudes of Human Life in Battles not forgotten.
Oh! I would have more lives to lose for my country.
Continental Musket balls converted back to red dust.

America's deceased Son's & Daughters remembered.
Washington's farewell bade from “black-Sams Tavern”.
A City enthusing flavour's of Seafarers & Buccaneers.
Lobster Palaces in Times Square Gay Nineties History.
Winston Churchill's Mother Jenny schooled in an Alley.
North Shore Oyster Vikings living in “Captains Row”.
Weird eccentrics congregate in cliches in Central Park.
Creamery Park “bit of Patrician London” remembered.

Largest most populous metropolitan area in the world.
An Intimate skyline penetrated with outstanding beauty.
Nationalities dominating a metropolis of Architecture.
Butterflies flutter quivering songs of meadow-larks echo.
A library terrace is just one of many beating City hearts.
Lower Broadway precariously hidden in a great canyon.
Dwarfed a forgotten smoking chimney bellows smoke.
Woolworth's site sitting on nineteenth century history.

Remembering hostelry days of Pepys Knickerbockers.
Dracula's big eyes peering at you on Washington Avenue.
**** crowing on top of Fifth Avenue Heckscher Building.
Indescribable sensations of a Condor or Vulture missing.
Hoofed Locusts overgrazing in big blossoming valley's.
Destroying most of that outstanding beauty Gods Earth.
Real People finding quite refuge in a distant wilderness.
Blue-Tailed Mole Skunk have now moved to sandy Polk.

Manhattan being ruled by a murky early morning fog.
Kill Van Kull Sound arched by a Bayonne Steel Bridge.
Great cantilever bridges spanning over a vast east river.
Panoramic views Madison Avenue & Fifty-second street.
That all embracing vast unimpeded Rockefeller Centre.
Giants hovering over a guild-ed domed World Building.
Two hundred and sixty miles of underground railway's.
Leaving NYC you have a Million Rules and Rhythms.


Author's Notes:

In Remembrance Of A Forgotten Wild Wild West.

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The beauty of Raleighs dreams, held in Forts & Castles.
We imagine Elizabeth Castle, during the English Civil War.
A fiery eyed horse, thunder-beating hoofs fly a causeway.
Historic revelations, of gallantry, pirates, & highwaymen.
A Piper in the Castle, Royal music carried over St aubin bay.

King Charles II's wife, Queen Braganza had a tea mania.
That locked caddie, a Portuguese Queens aromatic magic.
Vigorous vapours, tea enthusiasm, that lingers longer.
Royal traditions, carried from her homeland in Portugal.
Lords and Lady's, had rich assumptions of spiced china teas.

Charles laid the foundations, for prize foreign tea drinking.
Gentlemen joking, in the presence of refind elegant lady's.
Exquisite niceties of etiquette, for an afternoon hour of tea.
Tea gossip not allowed was secrets, health, and sad news.
The pinkie used for balance, of the tea cup in the right hand.

Fruit jam and Jersey fresh cream, set fresh hot scones in style.
Royal Jersey cream tea not complete, without luxurious cream
The thrill of creative effort, " A Royal Jersey Cream Tea" is born.
Scones & wonders from St Quen, vraic buns from Gorey village.
A Royal Jersey Cream Tea, addiction born for Century's to come.