Thursday, May 31, 2007

on the high moor

who doesn't find the truth has never sought
war after war the answer's just the same
true loser is the one who's never fought

between the standing stones of is and ought
we come to find that there's no cause for shame
who doesn't find the truth has never sought

we see the birds that in the trap are caught
we know which children have to bear the blame
true loser is the one who's never fought

we set the prizes won aside as naught
after the battle all things else seem tame
who doesn't find the truth has never sought

with clashing values all our days are fraught
we claim to be cool but we're all so lame
true loser is the one who's never fought

possessing self's the true last end of thought
we know the whole thing's no more than a game
who doesn't find the truth has never sought
true loser is the one who's never fought

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

crossing the main

none can ever tell just where matters begin
we're trapped at a point before things start
but know that if we lose someone will win

each message comes with its own rapid spin
truth's bought and sold at every common mart
none can ever tell just where matters begin

not one of us but has to face our kin
with none on the side there to take our part
but know that if we lose someone will win

in open ocean we note the rapid fin
the sharks behind the ship do thrust and dart
none can ever tell just where matters begin

the ones with the big teeth must always grin
they see their faces make our feelings smart
but know that if we lose someone will win

each thought of freedom turns out to be a sin
the harshest judge denies rights to the heart
none can ever tell just where matters begin
but know that if we lose someone will win

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

fantastic voyage

what matters in the infinite deeps of space
cannot be measured by the normal mind
a monster lurks behind each staring face

in the beginning we might magics trace
and nothing mortal would we leave behind
what matters in the infinite deeps of space

a sort of ichor must our fluids replace
for a short period we'll be flying blind
a monster lurks behind each staring face

there's no great shame and no disgrace
in all the fear that turns our hearts unkind
what matters in the infinite deeps of space

each of us at the end will find the place
where no great forces will our spirits bind
a monster lurks behind each staring face

through tiny holes the silver threads we lace
already known are answers that we'll find
what matters in the infinite deeps of space
a monster lurks behind each staring face

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

not all tears are evil

on this bright day it's so easy to weep
i try to hide the slowly-rolling tears
for once the meaning here is truly deep

not one of us has had enough sleep
time has moved so fast these four years
on this bright day it's so easy to weep

the speeches and the minutes slowly creep
like little creatures running to their lairs
for once the meaning here is truly deep

we're still and silent like so many sheep
chewing the cud minds on our own affairs
on this bright day it's so easy to weep

from time to time at the long list we peep
waiting for the turn to shout our cheers
for once the meaning here is truly deep

the journey's long the mountain is so steep
we're here to praise the happy youth who dares
on this bright day it's so easy to weep
for once the meaning here is truly deep

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Saturday, May 26, 2007

fresh woods and pastures new

a trivial beginning yet one potent birth
each body is so small so weak so frail
there's nothing like it we see on this earth

in its commencement there's a deal of mirth
and everyone adds their measure to the tale
a trivial beginning yet one potent birth

growth upwards there is and growth in girth
each one is different and none remains stale
there's nothing like it we see on this earth

from a small seed comes a tree of great worth
from this adventure none but cowards quail
a trivial beginning yet one potent birth

each starts adrift but each one finds their berth
against all fortunes we at times may rail
there's nothing like it we see on this earth

still every river comes at last to firth
the ocean lies beyond and all must sail
a trivial beginning yet one potent birth
there's nothing like it we see on this earth


(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Friday, May 25, 2007

on the sandspit

it never seems to happen when we desire
life catches us out from the very start
we're caught between the water and the fire

our wishes are always to go much higher
we always want to take the central part
it never seems to happen when we desire

the leaders always preach just to the choir
with words purchased wholesale in the mart
we're caught between the water and the fire

our souls are trapped in a great growing mire
there's not a thing we're given to impart
it never seems to happen when we desire

we've driven our cattle right up to the byre
with rods and goads we swiftly make them smart
we're caught between the water and the fire

no one who listens has caught out the liar
their tale is rotten to the very heart
it never seems to happen when we desire
we're caught between the water and the fire

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

awaiting summer

we're safe when light and warmth combine
and we can watch in comfort from the shade
it's time for rest and thought and a little wine

messages may travel up and down the line
war may be halted for one last parade
we're safe when light and warmth combine

good order's sustained by pillars of plain pine
beyond them there's the coolness of the glade
it's time for rest and thought and a little wine

the vines and withes a secret may entwine
the best of nature by clean nature made
we're safe when light and warmth combine

such things as these are calm and good and fine
the work's all been done and tempers are not frayed
it's time for rest and thought and a little wine

we take the chance to show just how we shine
we take such matters and make them our trade
we're safe when light and warmth combine
it's time for rest and thought and a little wine

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

an evocation

a shade goes up though night has yet to fall
the calm dim silence moves me to the heart
each has to answer when we hear the call

times might be different life might just appall
the actor might forget he plays a part
a shade goes up though night has yet to fall

the sun goes down it's golden fiery ball
will light the places where the day must start
each has to answer when we hear the call

i have to act but choose right now to stall
my life's been measured and sold in the mart
a shade goes up though night has yet to fall

i haven't spoken but i should have the gall
to state my piece and not to give a fart
each has to answer when we hear the call

thinking of movement will make me feel small
my worldly goods will not fit on a cart
a shade goes up though night has yet to fall
each has to answer when we hear the call

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

the oldest longing

a sort of knowledge comes with every pain
the body reveals secrets one by one
we long in drought for the reviving rain

there's much to notice that is never plain
things don't just happen when you draw a gun
a sort of knowledge comes with every pain

to find an answer goes against the grain
you're not the sole contestant in the run
we long in drought for the reviving rain

small rivers make no currents in the main
the journey's finished before you've begun
a sort of knowledge comes with every pain

we end the cycle but it must start again
what marks us most is what we will most shun
we long in drought for the reviving rain

in every choice there comes a point of strain
things are not lit as clearly by the sun
a sort of knowledge comes with every pain
we long in drought for the reviving rain

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

a distant fire

hours that pass are filled with things that burn
all is made grey with weight of soot and dust
spring is now gone but we want it to return

there's nothing here that we now ought to spurn
the truth's contained beneath the solid crust
hours that pass are filled with things that burn

the air with turbulence and hate must churn
we fear the outcome of the least sharp gust
spring is now gone but we want it to return

the ash that falls will fill many a large urn
flames far away produce their own dark rust
hours that pass are filled with things that burn

we pay a price to live and a price to learn
the thing turns out to be another bust
spring is now gone but we want it to return

what we have got we still have got to earn
we've not yet learned to be the ones to trust
hours that pass are filled with things that burn
spring is now gone but we want it to return

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Monday, May 21, 2007

a glaring tropic light

what we desire is not what we may find
trees seem to wilt in the increasing heat
joy and exhaustion war in the normal mind

what's done is done and that's the only bind
that holds us here beside the glaring street
what we desire is not what we may find

the fruit's been eaten to its very rind
it was so very tempting cool and sweet
joy and exhaustion war in the normal mind

the task is over the work is left behind
it's time to soak my body and my feet
what we desire is not what we may find

the light's enthralling if you're so inclined
but there are things you might not want to meet
joy and exhaustion war in the normal mind

the weight of duties makes the best unkind
time moves in patterns that are rarely fleet
what we desire is not what we may find
joy and exhaustion war in the normal mind

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

dusty fate and spite

if what is made does not fully requite
all that's been done to keep alive the fire
we'll blame it all on dusty fate or spite

day follows day and also darkest night
while messages are rushing down the wire
if what is made does not fully requite

no one's been caught in this unworldly plight
we know the sort of thing that will transpire
we'll blame it all on dusty fate and spite

our purpose might require a better site
which will be seen without study or ire
if what is made does not fully requite

advantages come easy but they're slight
compared to blessings of the lord or squire
we'll blame it all on dusty fate and spite

the proper setting means that things are right
we've got the notion and we've got the fire
if what is made does not fully requite
we'll blame it all on dusty fate and spite

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Sunday, May 20, 2007

blow trumpet beat drum

there are times to grow and other times to fade
but in the middle there's a different time
when you're the centre of the big parade

doing your best your creations are well-made
you need not wait for the last bell to chime
there are times to grow and other times to fade

it takes long effort but you make the grade
the mountain's steep but you know how to climb
when you're the centre of the big parade

at times you're wild and then you are quite staid
you know the whole thing's just a pantomime
there are times to grow and other times to fade

not with great fanfare are foundations laid
it takes much effort truly to mix the lime
when you're the centre of the big parade

the sun's so hot you really long for shade
but you can't pause before you're past the prime
there are times to grow and other times to fade
when you're the centre of the big parade

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

watering sunday

a single diamond caught by the plain light
no magic here but water and clean air
there's but one way to get the thing just right

the morning's one that's dry and sharply bright
we have so much that falls under our care
a single diamond caught by the plain light

all life rejoices that another starry night
has been passed by and this day seems so fair
there's but one way to get the thing just right

we catch the redwinged bird in sudden flight
its motion seems to show panache and flair
a single diamond caught by the plain light

wisdom will grow in angry time's despite
if we do more than simply stand and stare
there's but one way to get the thing just right

such simple matters yet they all delight
not one of them that hides a bitter snare
a single diamond caught by the plain light
there's but one way to get the thing just right

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Saturday, May 19, 2007

passionate intensity

the measurement of light in the still air
an art perfected by the best of men
vanishing past the point where any care

the morning like most mornings is set fair
outside i look for robin or for wren
the measurement of light in the still air

little is given but still there's some to spare
the greatest flight's beyond the normal ken
vanishing past the point where any care

far from me now is terror of nightmare
the monster still may lurk within its den
the measurement of light in the still air

for a brief moment i may sit and stare
my mind will concentrate upon the pen
vanishing past the point where any care

we're kidding but we're kidding on the square
there's no chance we will see this shape again
the measurement of light in the still air
vanishing past the point where any care

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Thursday, May 17, 2007

a kind of evolution

the moment comes of nature at her prime
when all we do adds to the the honest whole
that outward glory that all know sublime

to find true honour's certainly no crime
the sun illuminates both leaf and bole
the moment comes of nature at her prime

in truth we've found a perfect human clime
where light may comfort both mind and soul
that outward glory that all know sublime

we see the world act out a pantomime
of action and reaction pole to pole
the moment comes of nature at her prime

shadows reach out but do not the wall climb
whatever happens matters will just roll
that outward glory that all know sublime

each moment's stolen from the villain time
we're moving onwards to some noble goal
the moment comes of nature at her prime
the outward glory that all know sublime

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

a sudden brief exposure

to tell the truth means more than speech
we ask what's done to make things pass
some law's best honoured in the breach

some say that glory's just past our reach
but we may still magic power amass
to tell the truth means more than speech

we hear the nightly watchers' screech
no matter then the gleaming brass
some law's best honoured in the breach

the winds at night both chant and preach
the message is both dull and crass
to tell the truth means more than speech

for justice we would all kings impeach
and hold to each monarch the glass
some law's best honoured in the breach

our duty here's to seek and teach
while breezes dance upon the grass
to tell the truth means more than speech
some law's best honoured in the breach

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

immortal diamond

those things are nameless that confront our hate
what we most dread we can with pleasure list
the least of tasks requires that we keep state

there'll come a day when the roaring seas abate
and winds don't simply blow nor twine and twist
those things are nameless that confront our hate

one who says no we can't just name ingrate
faced with our grinders the finest hope turns grist
the least of tasks requires that we keep state

the running tab's been long kept on the slate
the hero's moved from flushed to being pissed
those things are nameless that confront our hate

some winds are spirits that with dryads mate
their offspring we may see on nights of mist
the least of tasks requires that we keep state

our tales of woe and joy will in due time conflate
the muse of history strikes with a stony fist
those things are nameless that confront our hate
the least of tasks requires that we keep state

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

no moments in the sun

there are no moments in the sun
for those who cannot do the job
the battle's neither lost nor won

always we wonder what we've done
to keep from expressing the sob
there are no moments in the sun

the weight of time will always stun
both the most humble and the nob
the battle's neither lost nor won

no priest or bonze no monk or nun
can give the message to the mob
there are no moments in the sun

we are not asked to greet nor shun
the ones whose hearts no longer throb
the battle's neither lost nor won

against the end there is no gun
not one who laughs but will then sob
there are no moments in the sun
the battle's neither lost nor won

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

a filtered light

what counts is not what we may think
day and night with mind and hand
we draw ourselves back from the brink

things vanish in a sudden wink
the standard message is so bland
what counts is not what we may think

the weight of life sets in the ink
still as we listen for the band
we draw ourselves back from the brink

ultimate search for the truest link
between the worker and the land
what counts is not what we may think

light does not seek the meanest chink
but illuminates the doorways grand
we draw ourselves back from the brink

thirst drives us to the clearest drink
that's all that we may understand
what counts is not what we may think
we draw ourselves back from the brink

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Monday, May 14, 2007

some higher vision

no matter how things make us weep
there's reason to keep on the road
the ending will be just more sleep

if nothing else the wound is deep
a demon makes each kiss the toad
no matter how things make us weep

upon the wall sad visions creep
inside each mind sad lights explode
the ending will be just more sleep

there's not a fact that cannot keep
we may yet strike the motherlode
no matter how things make us weep

they'll make a journey on the cheap
and hope there is no overload
the ending will be just more sleep

only a wolf knows to herd sheep
the flock must answer to the goad
no matter how things make us weep
the ending will be just more sleep

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Sunday, May 13, 2007

a proper victory

no one will ever forget the light
outside the leaves glow in the sun
the memory warms us at night

there's something that isn't right
or so we think before we're done
no one will ever forget the light

leaves shining fill our normal sight
on the grey trunks insects run
the memory warms us at night

each leaf must animate a sprite
darker spirits must day shun
no one will ever forget the light

no room for animus or spite
the heat must any anger stun
the memory warms us at night

no creature can deny the right
to make yourself the honest one
no one will ever forget the light
the memory warms us at night

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

prognosis

no matter what the time of year
the hills will dull in distant view
about such facts we will not care

though we must always sit and stare
this vision still won't become true
no matter what the time of year

a truth that is not plain or bare
turns out at once most false in hue
about such facts we will not care

the fence keeps stallion and mare
they will attend the proper cue
no matter what the time of year

remarkable that things stay clear
there's nothing here that isn't new
about such facts we will not care

regardless what the horse thinks queer
each of us must give time its due
no matter what the time of year
about such facts we will not care

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Saturday, May 12, 2007

my teeming brain

though we name fears they do not ever flee
minds have now fallen from their high estate
an angry tiger prowls beneath each tree

i could long view but never feel the sea
freedom began six inches past the gate
though we name fears they do not ever flee

with the stern voice we could not disagree
what mattered was what lay upon the plate
an angry tiger prowls beneath each tree

what we would reprehend is what we'll be
when all has turned to ashes in the grate
though we name fears they do not ever flee

our proper service isn't with bent knee
nor is our purpose merely to be freight
an angry tiger prowls beneath each tree

we all must do and not take time to see
no secret messages are left upon the slate
though we name fears they do not ever flee
an angry tiger prowls beneath each tree

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Friday, May 11, 2007

fragmentary

each moment shatters as we pass
day seeks to kill us with its heat
our very souls seem made of glass

to tell the truth might just be crass
our kind of people we won't meet
each moment shatters as we pass

makers of history come en masse
their bodies congest every street
our very souls seem made of glass

let each claimed victory surpass
the greatest admiral of the fleet
each moment shatters as we pass

what looks like gold is truly brass
the judge is lolling in her seat
our very souls seem made of glass

we're members of the fighting class
none of our foes will want to greet
each moment shatters as we pass
our very souls seem made of glass

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Thursday, May 10, 2007

seeking for answers

these are the pillars that hold up the sky
grey trunks that rise up to the blue
among the leaves the little birds may fly

grim are our thoughts as time goes by
we wonder at the brightness of the hue
these are the pillars that hold up the sky

on such a day the bravest one may cry
the cycle pauses and then must renew
among the leaves the little birds may fly

even the heroes reach an end and die
that is the one path no one may eschew
these are the pillars that hold up the sky

for the best answers in the glass we scry
or else we scream as power turns the screw
among the leaves the little birds may fly

each story that we hear turns to a lie
we know how ephemeral is the long view
these are the pillars that hold up the sky
among the leaves the little birds may fly

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Wednesday, May 9, 2007

overabundance of finals

these many words that make so little sense
will tell you nothing but may well confuse
one wonders why young people seem so dense

at least most aren't just sitting on the fence
but their ideas are mostly old refuse
these many words that make so little sense

my mind is tired and my mood is intense
i've much to do and little time to lose
one wonders why young people seem so dense

to erudition they make small pretense
their papers are so dull they make me snooze
these many words that make so little sense

one might say something in their works' defence
if one has been long inured to abuse
one wonders why young people seem so dense

the task this afternoon seems so immense
wasted ink and paper must annoy the muse
these many words that make so little sense
one wonders why young people seem so dense

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

negation of the negation

at the quick moment one can't lie
all that we say must have some weight
the answer's hidden in the sky

each one that's born must one day die
only the unlucky may know the date
at the quick moment one can't lie

the bold as much as the very shy
know that they cannot avoid fate
the answer's hidden in the sky

one just cannot break down and cry
nor can one yet erase the slate
at the quick moment one can't lie

each will must shatter by and by
the loudest lion sleeps in the crate
the answer's hidden in the sky

you'll eat another slice of pie
there'll be no crumbs left on the plate
at the quick moment one can't lie
the answer's hidden in the sky

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

never yet too late

where life is new or not so badly made
we want to shine and and indicate our grace
the thing to do is stay in the parade

all of the earth is underneath a shade
but still there's light in its appropriate place
where life is new or not so badly made

there's silence in the once so lively glade
of day's dominion there's no single trace
the thing to do is stay in the parade

at times we wish that we were not so staid
but cannot simply our long past erase
where life is new or not so badly made

another hopeful one will follow in our trade
eager to get in front and set the pace
the thing to do is stay in the parade

so let the glowing music stay or fade
glory appears in every normal face
where life is new or not so badly made
the thing to do is stay in the parade

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

let there be warning

where waiting has not reached the end
a moment comes when one must pause
while yet we see the coming trend

this road will make a sudden bend
that thicket will hide hungry jaws
where waiting has not reached the end

the thing one cannot do's befriend
these creatures with the largest maws
while yet we see the coming trend

those lights there in the east portend
a dawn that comes without a pause
where waiting has not reached the end

the ones who lie will still pretend
that is opaque what's merest gauze
while yet we see the coming trend

no message comes unless we send
a herald who knows all the laws
where waiting has not reached the end
while yet we see the coming trend


(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Saturday, May 5, 2007

absence of empery

the message is contained in a true dream
when once it's heard it comes to us no more
the dragonfly floats above another stream

at once we see the meaning of the midday beam
some price is paid to get such modern lore
the message is contained in a true dream

through odd or even we'll still have to deem
a proper answer that will reach the core
the dragonfly floats above another stream

out of our memories the teachers form a meme
that we'll transmit not thinking of the score
the message is contained in a true dream

in their pursuit they'll not run out of steam
the quarry will be tracked right to the door
the dragonfly floats above another stream

at moments in the night we hear a scream
not eased by all the goods we have in store
the message is contained in a true dream
the dragonfly floats above another stream

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Friday, May 4, 2007

not so well expressed

one way to answer gives us better hope
the night beyond is not where we must stray
each chooses how to live and how to cope

the mountain does not have an easy slope
we bake and swelter under the hot ray
one way to answer gives us better hope

we tell the truth and provide no soft soap
the fountain does not clean us with its spray
each chooses how to live and how to cope

those who can't see and are afraid to grope
want to move forward but still have to stay
one way to answer gives us better hope

not one who doesn't rely on the strong rope
there are better means to die but not to slay
each chooses how to live and how to cope

between the sky and sea we have our scope
there is no star when everything is grey
one way to answer gives us better hope
each chooses how to live and how to cope

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

watching a house rise

what joy my sweet to see the work get done
out there in all weathers changing every rule
it must be finished quickly in the rain or sun

i watch as the little man fires his big nail gun
there's something of authority in that tool
what joy my sweet to see the work get done

the noise i have to say is loud enough to stun
my ears and their tongues are not in school
it must be finished quickly in the rain or sun

each time i look over i see they still do run
at least today it's not broiling but cool
what joy my sweet to see the work get done

the view must change that's nothing to shun
we'll see the owner coming out to drool
it must be finished quickly in the rain or sun

i spend my day at tasks that aren't much fun
my brain but not my body plays the mule
what joy my sweet to see the work get done
it must be finished quickly in the rain or sun

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Thursday, May 3, 2007

to undo the folded lie

in any honest measure we will tread the planks
our hopes and dreams invested in the tone
for these small mercies we give many thanks

we set our plans out and dress the ranks
each of us confronts the dark silent and alone
in any honest measure we will tread the planks

the pursuers are coming up right on our flanks
our hearts as slow today and heavier than stone
for these small mercies we give many thanks

our brand new masters have sent in the tanks
each soul is now defined as a free-fire zone
in any honest measure we will tread the planks

pain in the gut means we must move our shanks
the music must be played above each groan
for these small mercies we give many thanks

our lives have been held hostage by the banks
we give them everything down to the bone
in any honest measure we will tread the planks
for these small mercies we give many thanks


(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

let symbols clash

not much is known of where the answers went
that shouldn't worry for the questions fail
this afternoon the meanings are all spent

from each of us the statement has been sent
the day is clear the faces rather pale
not much is known of where the answers went

the tree was straight but now the branch is bent
the cheque has cleared that was long in the mail
this afternoon the meanings are all spent

not one who builds but will at last relent
still we don't know what's measured in the scale
not much is known of where the answers went

the hottest air doesn't just go out the vent
to get it right means centring the long nail
this afternoon the meanings are all spent

still someone must have realised what was meant
the symbols aren't expressed in a long wail
not much is known of where the answers went
this afternoon the meanings are all spent

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

power of the sun

where the frame of day falls at last to night
still it stays warm and few clouds mark the sky
insensibly we have arrived at summer might

there's still a soft and pleasant even light
the treetops don't seem quite as far or high
where the frame of day falls at last to night

we remake images into a single clear sight
nobody stops to ask wherefore or why
insensibly we have arrived at summer might

to name the power means we have got it right
the joyous birds cry out as home they fly
where the frame of day falls at last to night

the frames and shades reflect a different white
we do not note such things as time goes by
insensibly we have arrived at summer might

makers of grey magic sing us out of blight
another trade they soon will have to ply
where the frame of day falls at last to night
insensibly we have arrived at summer might

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

answer came there none

ignorance is the great affliction of the wise
who know what little they can truly know
good fortune can send only single spies

against the daily onslaught of sweet lies
the truth itself can scarcely live and grow
ignorance is the great affliction of the wise

those who know not the answer we despise
but not the ones who will not ever go
good fortune can send only single spies

who gets the prize is the one who most denies
that luck and chance will always move too slow
ignorance is the great affliction of the wise

we do not see the moon nor the sun rise
but long to be enfolded in their glow
good fortune can send only single spies

each of us looks out with old tired eyes
we see the hammer but won't feel the blow
ignorance is the great affliction of the wise
good fortune can send only single spies

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

not a celebration

on order are the markers of good time
these are not ordinary ephemeral things
all peace and order celebrate in rhyme

we are now cleansed of dirt and grime
someone may see the fluttering of wings
on order are the markers of good time

nothing will now rise up from the slime
heroes today do not come armed with slings
all peace and order celebrate in rhyme

this is honest action for there is no crime
to answer and justice always flings
on order are the markers of good time

the bell of justice cannot ever chime
while our last hero chants and sings
all peace and order celebrate in rhyme

so in the end we are well past the prime
we've long ago let slip the leading strings
on order are the markers of good time
all peace and order celebrate in rhyme

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

green are the woods

we welcome may with joy and cheer
the winter's past and summer comes
the season when we shed dull care

in this bright sun there is no fear
the flowers will soon turn into plums
we welcome may with joy and cheer

warmth and sunshine are to spare
we have no need to hunt for crumbs
the season when we shed dull care

outside the green glows and is fair
inside we sigh and twiddle thumbs
we welcome may with joy and cheer

the joyful spirit's on every stair
hope will illuminate the slums
the season when we shed dull care

we wake refreshed there's no nightmare
the bee outside with pleasure hums
we welcome may with joy and cheer
the season when we shed dull care

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

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