Monday, 21 October 2013

Sonnet for Penrhos

Come marvel in the mirror of my nature.
The haunts of my muse: Penrhos pilgrimage,
 A comely paragon of unspoilt virtue;
 Consort of birds, a biblical corsage to forage;
 Unravel my mysteries in soul woven canopies:
 A breviary amidst the aviary;
 The pious mantles, agleam with a diadem of butterflies
That philtre on guiltless wings: natural topiary.
Liturgical o’flowing paths and passages,
 Idylls of bliss, the moity of souls infuse and blossom
 Clinging kisses; eternal address, succumb advowson ,
 To spousal posies; fragrant ‘thrall, hold thee hostage,
Aswoon in yielding glebe: Holy patronage,
 A bouquet of soul-marriage.

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Sunday, 8 September 2013

Poem : Ministry in Ascension

Death have no covenant over me,
Eternal Son shepherd of divine grace,
By almighty trinity I will be
A mirror of the blameless face.

Eternal Son shepherd of divine grace,
The Holy seed of the trinity,
A mirror of the blameless face
Scribed in thy forehead eternity:

The Holy seed of the trinity,
To turn thee away from iniquities
Scribed in thy forehead eternity:
A seal of patient ministry,

To turn thee away from iniquities
For truth sake, immortality
A seal of patient ministry
Quickened thy flesh in majesty,

For truth sake, immortality
The father of lights,
Quickened thy flesh in majesty
With divine attributes of triunity,
The father of lights -

Begotten Lamb of Glory
With divine attributes of triunity,
Sacrificed by lips of shame to Calvary:
Begotten Lamb of Glory

The awe of Elysian flesh,
Sacrificed by lips of shame to Calvary
Hidden cross of the heart confess
The awe of Elysian flesh;

Lion of soul console,
Hidden cross of the heart confess
I partake in flesh and blood,
Lion of soul console;

Morning Star of salvation,
I partake in flesh and blood,
A disciple of his passion:
Morning Star of salvation,

By almighty trinity I will be
A disciple of his passion-
Death have no covenant over me.
By Jenny Amelia Jones

Saturday, 7 September 2013

Haven't written much lately been painting and taking pictures...... BIG WARM♥ED HELLO TO ALL MY ♥WONDERFUL NEW FRIENDS!!

Tuesday, 23 April 2013

Poem to celebrate St Georges day!

Happy St Georges day!

A worthy of Christian love and worship

Attar of Roses imbue the air, augur on seraphs gallant wing,
The arrival of an archetypal saint, anoint
Emblazoned bleeding cross of truth: standard parchemin
Winnowing…………….Lambs kin
Suffused and glorious bedecked
... Testimony of salvation
On a Stallion, bestride the stars.

Gods breast plate preserves and protects the blest
From poison, crushing and molten fother imprest,
Waxen wounds healing abound, Christs compassion;
………Caressed in the clouds
Betwixt dusk and dawn enshroud
In Heavens sublime sanctifying unction.

Prostrate George
…God doth he laud trust and pray:
‘My nerve sustain, the dragon is slain’
Apostates assembly, fash fare and fie!
……….Astounded be.
The path of righteousness, hewn through his will, behoven
Forsakes not Christ for his own life, avowedly
In his cause to die, martyrdom betoken:

Beheaded he lie, the estate of heaven reclaimed
England’s Saint published and for aye famed.
poem extract by Liza M Jones

Thursday, 18 April 2013

Chaucerian roundel poem - Aswooning the yellow hue of the daffodil debut

Aswooning the yellow hue of the daffodil debut
In the hallowed niche of Penrhos grove, bestrewn
The trail, always evergreen and wildly overgrown
The book of nature turns its page: aspring awoo!
All the birds throng the canopy in mesmeric tune
Aswooning the yellow hue of the daffodil debut!
Spellbound the fierce splendour, light imbues
Familiar boughs: squibs of the rainbow festoon;
Inspirit the air and all who come to commune
Aswooning the yellow hue of the daffodil debut!

Chaucerian roundel by Liza M Jones

Thursday, 28 March 2013

Happy Easter!

The eterne Godhead
Three parts in soul, clay, heart bind
Living manna Christ

Still waters his tears
Deluge replete in dotage
Harbour of refuge

God and clod mingle
Soul, blood and sin are bought
Clay fears death no more

Wednesday, 20 March 2013

Poem in dedication to St Francis of Assisi: The sermon to my sister birds

The sermon to my sister birds

Like the Shephard with his flock
St Francis of Assisi gives a benignant address;
The cathedral of the skies in thrall, cluster- cloistral
Athwart a quiver, dart hither and thither, muster-mistral
Twittering plumes descending
Leafy turrets athresh the ingress; kindling

In the diocese of boughed and blessed trees;
Whence wise oratories extolling
The glory of God, redound: (Author of created things- astound!)
Wellspring profound, the saint expounds,
His cronicles with holy zeal:
The abundance of his weal

Then shall the trees of the wood sing
out at the presence of the LORD,
because he cometh to judge the earth’.
He restoreth the arid streams and firth
Like a garment lapping the bosom of his infinite bay:
Channels of his safe harbour, whence the spring strays

The middle of the valley, tapers to the reaches of tall mountains:
Inaccessible; certes secure, way up high, in the altars of the lord,
Splendid nature, in flourishin’ grove; protection for the young
Each with his mate dwelling among
The canopies, in amplitude: The Mighty enabler
Proclaims this to make ye nobler!’

HIS virtues roused the chattering chorister,
The roost of rawkus Rooks, rise a’riot
The chackling Crows and Starling shrill, reprise
In sweet dulcet chirping of the *Eos Awen, allies
The composition: Commotion: squall and cries,
Stirs the brooding Ravens croak, in oaken aviaries;

Assemblin’ cacophony gives ear: auspices of August patrimony
Intonation a’thundering and chanting devotion, awoke
The sacred breasted robin: imbrued breastplate of the king
The bobbin’ warbling wren: all feathered a’swoonin’-kin.
A turtle-dove with myrtle sprig ascends aloft
Like a cherubim spreads its wings, oft

Abiding in majestic summits toward his eminence;
 The rainbow end whence stars distend in halig pastures:
The Lord’s love transcends all understanding and overtures!

poem by Liza M Jones

*Eos Awen Welsh for 'poetic nighingale'

Friday, 8 March 2013

Poem.....St Andrews Buckland Yew

The great yews council of tenants
Where roots divide the depths
Of every generation, a triumphant

Bed that binds mans footprint
In the pastures of time, divining
Heritage by generations that rent

Pockets of time from Gods acre, dividing
Roots that scribe through the terra,
As moving armies through the earth

Creating history within their flanks, era
Upon era mortality serves to clothe the reign
And swell the clod above and fear a

Prison below; the dark faithless abode
Of the Hecate dead, where death and rebirth
Are embodied in the yews heavy ode:

Dryad totem branch that lies next to death
To carry the spirit through the open door
Where earth primordial wraps the girth,

The great trunk thickens evermore,
Like the ever expanding universe,
Where dark conceives the light to fill the core.
Poem and illustration by  Jenny A Jones

Friday, 1 March 2013

Happy St Davids Day!

 Regale David!
Unveiled design: awed,
Ubiquitous influence don: Christendom
Dewi Sant, Gods holy one of the Brythons:
Destined diocese avowed. ...
In the clod of Cymry, Llanddewi brefi
The root of David’s discourse doth applaud
The Lords augury from the highest altar, stand
A hill risen doth christen the spot of the ‘waterman’
Dewi Dyfyrwr, with dove adorned and be laud.

Diver leagues of sovereign seas, kindled streams
Springs, fountains and floods infused,
All his parts; that form his influence;
Common themes, omnipresence
of God doth guide the whole, appulsed!
Dignitary of Christ sovereignty
A Celestial ministry beckoning in Albion
The visible ecclesi arch betwixt the polis of heaven
Augur augment men; leaven
Spring- sacrum of Saintdom.

poem extract by Liza M Jones

Thursday, 14 February 2013

Happy Valentines day!

Lips that lock in bliss:
Oh! Taste that immortal kiss!
Mealed vapours in tryst;
Seamless souls ride the erotic wave:
Tempestuous horizons, they brave.

extract from poem 'How love doth bay' by Liza Jones

Thursday, 7 February 2013

Short and sweet Titian tweets

JennyAJones #titianpoem ...... Actaeon inherit fortunes arrow/young blood solicit scene with eyes offend/Hunted to hunter graft/fasten fate to mute tongue flee

LizaMJones #titianpoem .......Rue the day! Actaeons 4bidden orbs hap upon gargaphie grove. Fie! Diana lour, Prey 2 devour,hounds bloodletin' life blotten ebb

Friday, 25 January 2013

(Original photograph COPYRIGHT 2011 Graham A Stephen ... see here

Sunday, 20 January 2013

Robin red breast
The robin blessed by Christ, communicate
The steadfast that plucked the pain
From the Holy brow, an honoured breastplate;
A crimson flush, from cruel crown, dissipate
The Saviours blood to the bearers reign,
The robin blessed by Christ, communicate
A faithful servant among the masses to proliferate
The adornment of a most sacred gain,
From the Holy brow, an honoured breastplate

A chorus in nature to emanate
The message of the saviours’ pain,
The robin blessed by Christ communicate:
A glorious passion for Almighty fate,
Amongst his flock to maintain
From the holy brow, an honoured breastplate
For all creatures to congregate
Throughout the plains Gods’ terrain,
The robin blessed by Christ, communicate
From the Holy brow, an honoured breastplate.
by Jenny Jones