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MISBEGOTS OF ANCIENT LORE
[Tall-tales rumored from the mouth of MANANNAN ~ the sea god of the Tuatha de Danann]
In Launders-Faire at Dunda-Daire
Beneath the Braire-Lee,
Lies the Flok of Krochers-Kreme
The WATCHERS-OF-THE-SEA....
They post-their-paire at London-Daire
Then rape the Rhineland bold!
And gather as the night grows ill
Beneath their rotting holes.
The sun ne'er sets at Dunda-Daire
Beneath the Braire-Lee;
While Posters-Paire do pick their share
In loathesome-rotting-glee.
The Fiends-of-Fern aside the Kern
Amidst the Braire-Lee,
Cojoin with care the Posters-Paire
To share decaying spree....
So who makes bold to clear the hole
Where desolation be?
The LIGHT does SHINE along the Rhine
And makes ITS way with glee!
To filter into CAVES-OF-OLD
Casting future lots ~
For serpents in their worm-like holes
Who wish to be ~ WILL NOT!!!
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Ode to THE WAY
When we come to the STATE where the greatest of the great
In whom we STAKED & placed our care -
Is NOTHING MORE than the greatest of the great
Of GRAVE MISTAKE of which we shared -
Then who will dare to lay lies bare
When the greatest of the great do rip & tear!?!
When we come to the STATE with our souls laid bare
And we dare to NOT EVEN share or care -
Is there NOTHING MORE that the greatest of the great
Needs ~ to dig OUR GRAVES, since there's naught but few to rip & tear?
Then who will dare to call on his God
As the greatest of the great do rip - then tear?!?
[When theres no place to go with whom to share:
Cast your eyes to the skies: THE WAY - a welcome - THERE!]
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ODE TO REMEMBRANCE
Tis a shame to learn so much
And fight so hard - only to forget...
With talents - DOOMED - to our cocoons.
In laying waste these talents -
On frivolous pursuits -
We dry-up ALL-TO-SOON....
Yet even late upon ones life -
The Mercury messages none-too-soon:
The talents learned, then gush - like lights of fullest moon.
And so like dams abursting,
The talents gush in torrents -SWOON!
So now a sudden genius seem:
are merely "thoughts" of yesteryear - in heightened cycled tunes.
byron lebeau
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THE INFERNAL REVENUERS
Spread the word both far and wide:
As INFERNAL stench does mount from earth to stinking sky~
And soon that stench will be surely "shown the way..."
While leaky dikes arise in the USA TODAY!
The morrow brings the bitter news:
As Fridays lays the stench to dry in scorching day;
At first the people ~ WONDER! ~ as revelations pour ~
Not too soon ~ the stench ~ to be surely "shown the door!"
Soon the stench does surely gather at the shore:
WE THE PEOPLE follow ~ to be sure!
Words exchanged like scoundrel & whore ~
Then the stinking stench does surely hasten through the bolted-boated door.
byron lebeau
[[cf. web page: "TAX HISTORY" for the seeds of the above poem....]]
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THE PASSING of the BAR
those strange flames - as harbingers of death -
as GREAT ONES take leave:
toward the western sunset of -
a brand new sunrise....
even "the elementals" harken to the passing
in acknowledgment of a life - WELL-LIVED:
reflecting the beauty of its passing -
as a mirror casts the shining of a sun.
for those who come - the SONS of SUNS
brighten lives whose days are not so nearly done:
piercing veils to cast light on clouded future suns
while spewing love so richly won!
so as they pass from Earth to nearer sun -
feel HONORED in nearness to - SUCH A ONE:
when strange flames gather at the BAR -
for the passing of a soul - now quite the GLOWING star -
at the passing of the bar.
[[NOTE ON ABOVE POEM]]: 'Strange Flames' were recounted by a Mr. Standish O'Grady
in the death of one ~ Charles Parnell...which was also attributed to Columba...[Saint of Ireland]
"IRELAND: Her Story", pgs. 211-212
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another WHITENED FEATHER story...2-20-2004 12:45pm
Well this just happened and I am trying to come to grips with it....
I was sitting by my computer-minding my own business-after just sending a blurb out about THE COOPER
THESIS to selected individuals...when all of a sudden...
A WHITE FEATHER settled in the left frmae of my eyeglasses.
I was indoors (obviously) and I do not have any source of white feathers anywhere in my room. It doesn't
"rain" white feathers in my room and this never happened before, whether we are talking eyeglasses or hat
or pillow or chest or feet..NEVER!
It has happened (as you know-in my presence) on the tops of leaves-within a leaf-in a puddle under my car
and before my eyes while walking...usually connected with something synchronistic...
[The date is peculiar since I had a "222" sync on 2-11-2000 when I did a program with Eve Lorgen on
synchronicity...so 2-20-2004 may simply be coincidental. I do not know.]
I have no idea why this happened, but I feel it would be nice to tell you that it did exactly as reported.....
POSTSCRIPT TO ABOVE STORY (FEB.21, 2004)
As M. Gandhi once said, EVEN IF YOU ARE A MINORITY OF ONE, THE TRUTH IS THE
TRUTH...
It is in this spirit that one, lebeau, even dares to mention what happened when I drove "me mom" to the
store, today, Saturday, February 21st, 2004:
I was going back to get my car so I could pick up my mom who was buying a bed frame. As I began to
unlock the door, I noticed a little white down feather stuck clearly to my front left tire. As I reached for it, I
noticed a second white down feather right behind it.
Today is sunny and mild with a little wind..but there was a puddle beside the left side of the car.
To say anymore would be to exagerate the circumstances.
One person suggested that an Indian myth said that when you see a white feather, you are seeing your
angel....BUT I HAVE AT LEAST TWO ANGELS and their names are Sara & Mark!
This is not the end..just another piece of the symbolic puzzle reflecting TOTAL REALITY, me
thinks...where are angels are ALWAYS WITH US even if we cannot see them ALWAYS!
byron lebeau, ESQ.-
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