Monday, April 30, 2007

there's not a cloud

for those not labelled we will take no blame
the lists are detailed comprehensive wrong
there's not a thing that we won't ever name

outside there's sign of a new diamond flame
not brilliant yet but still both hot and strong
for those not labelled we will take no blame

our thoughts are held within the normal frame
we note all matters which to our day belong
there's not a thing that we won't ever name

the trees outside look wild but they are tame
the shadows that they cast do not last long
for those not labelled we will take no blame

each of us knows our purpose pride or shame
are hidden by the the vast yet human throng
there's not a thing that we won't ever name

we set our money down we're in the game
our eyes stay bright upon our lips a song
for those not labelled we will take no blame
there's not a thing that we won't ever name

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Saturday, April 28, 2007

making significance

there's not a sound but that we want it loud
silence weighs on us like an evil dream
all meaning is conveyed in the dark shroud

whose sense of justice makes them proud
do more than what the law itself might deem
there's not a sound but that we want it loud

magic and sorcery here are not allowed
but here's a cat that's lapped up all the cream
all meaning is conveyed in the dark shroud

above our heads we note the fleeing cloud
reality means more than it might seem
there's not a sound but that we want it loud

and yet no gifts but what was first endowed
to one who came and caught the early gleam
all meaning is conveyed in the dark shroud

never deny those things that once were vowed
more will be shown than in the basic theme
there's not a sound but that we want it loud
all meaning is conveyed in the dark shroud

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Friday, April 27, 2007

falling off the edge

the monster we can't see's the one to fear
those that we watch are quite easy to ward
we spend our time in worry and in care

the dull red clouds now tell us to beware
as storms are coming and will batter hard
the monster we can't see's the one to fear

this light we seek shows that the world is bare
yet darkness from our hearts is still not barred
we spend our time in worry and in care

we've shaken off the dream and the nightmare
we've other obligations on the card
the monster we can't see's the one to fear

at this point we can't do more than just stare
the bearer of our hopes is never marred
we spend our time in worry and in care

nothing we have are we allowed to spare
rope is now paid out measured by the yard
the monster we can't see's the one to fear
we spend our time in worry and in care

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Thursday, April 26, 2007

and now comes calm

each of us chooses what we'll think or wear
what's put on now we soon will want to strip
your hope is placed on one who does not dare

the horn outside will sometime cease to blare
then we may have a chance for a brief kip
each of us chooses what we'll think or wear

the ordinary maps don't show what's there
someone will tell you somebody who's hip
your hope is placed on one who does not dare

no one expects the sudden trap or snare
but longs for a brief moment to let rip
each of us chooses what we'll think or wear

if we were driven over the edge or spare
on this slick footing we would quickly slip
your hope is placed on one who does not dare

of gloom and light we'll each have the right share
more than enough to halt the witty quip
each of us chooses what we'll think or wear
your hope is placed on one who does not dare

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

words of instruction

the weight of air is not the first surprise
falsehoods clouds tell above us in the blue
things become so different to old eyes

when seasons change there's no way to disguise
those things that are so plainly out in view
the weight of air is not the first surprise

when we with our small knowledge do surmise
that what we see must govern what we do
things become so different to old eyes

and yet our hopes are not without allies
time's changes are the same and never new
the weight of air is not the first surprise

all that is done we shall not soon despise
that job is left to quite another crew
things become so different to old eyes

we measure out our answers in small lies
all truths we're given out of manure grew
the weight of air is not the first surprise
things become so different to old eyes

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

morning adventure

an asterisk of contrails in the sky
the white so clear against the blue
patterns once provided do not lie

i walk uphill the sun's not in my eye
so many things this week come due
an asterisk of contrails in the sky

we're required to do more than just try
to make the old become better than new
patterns once provided do not lie

nothing remains to sell or even buy
the road is hard beneath my shoe
an asterisk of contrails in the sky

what happens is not what we'd spy
all happens in plain order and on cue
patterns once provided do not lie

and in the end we tell truth from lie
we don't expect to see the morning dew
an asterisk of contrails in the sky
patterns once provided do not lie

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Monday, April 23, 2007

day's dominion

this light's not made of focused beams
the sun's the bluest sharpest eye
electrochemistry of dreams

you have not seen what duty deems
the rightful mode to fight the lie
this light's not made of focused beams

the normal signals are not memes
contrails crosshatch in the clear sky
electrochemistry of dreams

what's been observed is not what seems
so apt to live and quick to die
this light's not made of focused beams

echoing day my window gleams
this rainy month has been so dry
electrochemistry of dreams

all comes to madness in those schemes
which off the table seem to fly
this light's not made of focused beams
electrochemistry of dreams

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Sunday, April 22, 2007

and then this moment

on horseback they came down the hill
on this bright day there was no sound
the beast's controlled by act of will

no thought about the charge or bill
the hooves beat on the drying ground
on horseback they came down the hill

though fast we would not see a spill
the rills were leapt in a single bound
the beast's controlled by act of will

all work would cease in mine or mill
silent would be the watchful hound
on horseback they came down the hill

though sunny all could feel the chill
that struck us as those men rode round
the beast's controlled by act of will

they did not come to save nor kill
nor yet to let anyone out of pound
on horseback they came down the hill
the beast's controlled by act of will

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Saturday, April 21, 2007

on the edge of the gully

to take that goat track was a stupid deed
still the adventure taught me something new
for to achieve it there was no true need

bent almost double clinging to each weed
i took each step and went all the way through
to take that goat track was a stupid deed

the young have energy and do not heed
what they are told they seek a better clue
for to achieve it there was no true need

along that slope the goats could move with speed
with their sure feet not slipping on the dew
to take that goat track was a stupid deed

to dare and conquer that was then my creed
i looked below me as the vultures flew
for to achieve it there was no true need

from our set limits the animals were freed
below all green the sky above all blue
to take that goat track was a stupid deed
for to achieve it there was no true need

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

frangibility

all that gives power to make gives power to crack
every new messenger brings the worst news
and yet none fight with harness on their back

the thing most wanted is not the one we lack
the sword that we desire is not the sword that hews
all that gives power to make gives power to crack

what gives us grief is not what makes us tack
our banner to the tree we've not left any clues
and yet none fight with harness on their back

no more tricks can be pulled from the endless sack
the whip that flails has no cure for the blues
all that gives power to make gives power to crack

if we play cards we'll find ourselves the jack
so many claim to walk in our old open shoes
and yet none fight with harness on their back

so in the end when all must fade to black
the ones who win will all have paid their dues
all that gives power to make gives power to crack
and yet none fight with harness on their back

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Friday, April 20, 2007

all now begins

in the half-light what's seen may not be true
no one yet moves and nothing's being done
pale sky through all the branches is in view

out of this moment nothing yet seems due
somewhere around the corner lurks the sun
in the half-light what's seen may not be true

the sound i hear does not make me pursue
nothing will happen and i should not run
pale sky through all the branches is in view

the cool of morning might just my mind subdue
though later heat might batter us and stun
in the half-light what's seen may not be true

we make our moves and something will ensue
no fear comes to us of stick or knife or gun
pale sky through all the branches is in view

we've seen the moment though the day is new
it may not matter if we greet or shun
in the half-light what's seen may not be true
pale sky through all the branches is in view

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Thursday, April 19, 2007

there is a name

what we have seen is not what will be seen
towers are far distant and the city's great
right here we pause and meditate on green

this morning light makes all sweet and clean
work's to be done and so we clear the slate
what we have seen is not what will be seen

far from the see my thoughts are all marine
i'll take my pleasure even from the date
right here we pause and meditate on green

alive it seems to all that might have been
memory demands release from all its freight
what we have seen is not what will be seen

i'll take some comfort from the familiar scene
this place belongs to love rather than hate
right here we pause and meditate on green

the trunks of trees are cheerful grey and lean
i wonder now what tales they might relate
what we have seen is not what will be seen
right here we pause and meditate on green

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

The Summer's Day (villanelle)

O'how I long, and yearn, for summer's day,
where the warmth lives in fields of green.
But life is cold ~ seems winter's here to stay!

I wish for rose's softly-blushed bouquet,
with the scent of flower-petaled dreams.
O'how I long, and yearn, for summer's day.

Just one day of laughter! One day of play!
Chasing frost far, 'pon rays of endless sun.
But life is cold ~seems winter's here to stay!

O'run away! Run away, away!
Winter, flee on wings of whitened flight!
O'how I long, and yearn, for summer's day.

I wish for the purple fluffy lilacs, on display.
Their fragrance alive within the breeze that spins
But life is cold ~ seems winter's here to stay!

Tending gardens, in thought, I sway,
with summer dreams that gently guile.
O'how I long, and yearn, for summer's day.
But life is cold ~ seems winter's here to stay!

(C)2007, Hazelmarie Elliott

Monday, April 16, 2007

distant noises indicating pain

the brightest colour hides the greatest lie
what we have wanted we may not have got
no clouds now mar the azure of the sky

from dead hands wise men reason may pry
there is no stain there no mark no blot
the brightest colour hides the greatest lie

what others see we may not here descry
breeze blows but the tree's rooted to the spot
no clouds now mar the azure of the sky

in the high wind no bird would dare to fly
the shaking branches provide each a lot
the brightest colour hides the greatest lie

the sun's now falling that was once so high
the greenest tree contains the deepest rot
no clouds now mar the azure of the sky

to our last question there comes no reply
we're left with the dark workings of the plot
the brightest colour hides the greatest lie
no clouds now mar the azure of the sky

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Sunday, April 15, 2007

not now the proper time

outside the wind and rain are making sport
inside i'm cold and tired and seeking rest
my chief desire's to be at some warm resort

the wisest now refrain from holding court
they know that no one's at their very best
outside the wind and rain are making sport

name one thing that would be of finest sort
and someone will denounce it as a pest
my chief desire's to be at some warm resort

there's much in life we wouldn't now abort
but some things need to be within the vest
outside the wind and rain are making sport

not much to do so we won't be caught short
we huddle here inside our own heart's nest
my chief desire's to be at some warm resort

now as we make our way to the safe port
i've found the answer to my longest quest
outside the wind and rain are making sport
my chief desire's to be at some warm resort

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

nothing remarkable

when we have shaped the moment to our need
the things we want will seem to be no gain
we know the tallest tree grows from a tiny seed

we live and fight and everyone will bleed
we know the limits of the body's pain
when we have shaped the moment to our need

each rides the land on a swift iron steed
the least effect will leave some giant stain
we know the tallest tree grows from a tiny seed

the bar of steel looks like a greyish reed
raising the limit does not make things plain
when we have shaped the moment to our need

we've reached the end and now we regret speed
the things we are we've never had to feign
we know the tallest tree grows from a tiny seed

the thought we find matters far more than deed
the greenest grass comes from the heavy rain
when we have shaped the moment to our need
we know the tallest tree grows from a tiny seed

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

home from the hill

now where we find ourselves that place we claim
we are a folk but we'll not be named a flock
the things we do are done in our good name

the rain that comes will never douse the flame
the water rubs but cannot break the rock
now where we find ourselves that place we claim

whatever happens there will be no blame
we turn the corner and we change our block
the things we do are done in our good name

the archer and the gunman take their aim
their time will not be measured by the clock
now where we find ourselves that place we claim

the forest's small but still is wild not tame
we listen every day for the harsh knock
the things we do are done in our good name

all in the end will show not pride nor shame
at night we close the door and turn the lock
now where we find ourselves that place we claim
the things we do are done in our good name

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

shivering in the wind

we lay our hope in those with moral power
our leaders should be civil and not crude
each day begins with a cold dark nervous hour

although we won't in the dank corner cower
we know our hearts with fear have been imbued
we lay our hope in those with moral power

above us walks a wizard in his magic tower
his strength from ours has lately been renewed
each day begins with a cold dark nervous hour

so what the day will end with a cold shower
the things before will matter and we're clued
we lay our hope in those with moral power

would we give time or even grant some dower
to those who have not been measured or pursued
each day begins with a cold dark nervous hour

well in the end we want to see the flower
fresh in the morning bright and clear and dewed
we lay our hope in those with moral power
each day begins with a cold dark nervous hour


(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Monday, April 9, 2007

one step closer

under the cloud nothing seems truly clear
what moves in day has trouble staying warm
to make a choice requires that we must care

some things are easy to hold close and dear
others seem far from the substantive norm
under the cloud nothing seems truly clear

what counts this day we cannot simply hear
we have to touch and shape its tender form
to make a choice requires that we must care

just how to do it needs some sort of flair
we change our purpose but we do not reform
under the cloud nothing seems truly clear

the drums are beat the trumpets loudly blare
the mass of people seems to be a swarm
to make a choice requires that we must care

the outcome we desire hangs by a hair
beyond our strength the power of the storm
under the cloud nothing seems truly clear
to make a choice requires that we must care

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Saturday, April 7, 2007

seeking the right direction

a million journeys start from the same place
each of our footsteps makes a distinct mark
each spirit shows its presence in the face

the ones who win are those who play the ace
the game goes faster when we're in the dark
a million journeys start from the same place

what once we proudly did we now seek to erase
the joy we have does not raise a fresh spark
each spirit shows its presence in the face

what's generally believed is often not the case
on the great ship we've all wished to embark
a million journeys start from the same place

we praise uniqueness but others will now replace
what we have been and done things are that stark
each spirit shows its presence in the face

all things desired may come but bring no grace
the ship that voyages is followed by the shark
a million journeys start from the same place
each spirit shows its presence in the face

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Friday, April 6, 2007

another myth shattered

there's no prometheus lashed to the rock
no hero punished for the human liberation
the story that we know was meant to shock

the gods all stand convicted in the dock
we have abused their latest iteration
there's no prometheus lashed to the rock

to what purpose would we release the lock
that keeps us in our normal situation
the story that we know was meant to shock

we could not hear the midnight watcher's knock
were we to think of it as our salvation
there's no prometheus lashed to the rock

our souls and bodies were each placed in hock
by those who thought we'd reached full satiation
the story that we know was meant to shock

yet at the last we halt and then take stock
of everything that's led to our deflation
there's no prometheus lashed to the rock
the story that we know was meant to shock

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Thursday, April 5, 2007

there's a simple transformation

if we ask for something concrete we will get it that's the fear
but the work that we've been doing will content us not at all
as the leaves return to branches in the greening of the year

what we did when we were younger didn't mean a lack of care
but when we had little setbacks the noon sunlight didn't pall
if we ask for something concrete we will get it that's the fear

if we sang the songs of twilight they were all that we could bear
the world then seemed a large place now it seems to us quite small
as the leaves return to branches in the greening of the year

what we did was not the matter what did matter was the dare
that we faced the harshest times with standing up serene and tall
if we ask for something concrete we will get it that's the fear

if when there's a sudden stalling we consider why life's queer
then there'll be some moderation while we hasten to our fall
as the leaves return to branches in the greening of the year

so that there can be no question let's remember life's not fair
yet there are some simple moments when we hear the magic call
if we ask for something concrete we will get it that's the fear
as the leaves return to branches in the greening of the year

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

long before the sun

fog on the ground at our departing hour
the dark weighs more than we might think
still we see in the distance a golden tower

we hope for that revivifying shower
to let the thirsty earth awake and drink
fog on the ground at our departing hour

in shadowy corner the small beasts cower
we note their eyes they never blink
still we see in the distance a golden tower

the hillside hides the city and the flower
no light comes through the smallest chink
fog on the ground at our departing hour

the lights of cars don't blind but glower
above the sky seems a deep pool of ink
still we see in the distance a golden tower

so we may have the joy but not the power
we're far from falling but still on the brink
fog on the ground at our departing hour
still we see in the distance a golden tower

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Sunday, April 1, 2007

the cricket plays her old guitar

to be and not to seem that's the true end
our anger and our joy must be held down
the foulest one may turn out our fair friend

we aren't allowed to posture nor pretend
speak in the country as we do in town
to be and not to seem that's the true end

whatever we understand we must defend
the hero has the same rights as the clown
the foulest one may turn out our fair friend

it never matters what any might intend
we show a smile we also show a frown
to be and not to seem that's the true end

we're told to borrow and we're told to lend
the judge's robe becomes the scholar's gown
the foulest one may turn out our fair friend

what we receive will not be what we send
the workman's cap will not become a crown
to be and not to seem that's the true end
the foulest one may turn out our fair friend

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

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