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

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

　



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

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'

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

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

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