(AA) Gl’Immortali V
Poetry wants something enormous, barbarous, savage
Denis Diderot
Stand of Pyerun
Wind stokes the chill of the snow,
Snow borrows the wind’s grim might;
Frenzied ‘willow-floss’ panics profuse
Feng Meng-lung
Lord Pyrun, god of thine eastern tempest
Why worryst thou so? O! What a day it is,
The Hordes of Hell advancing from the west
& nothing but the hearthside deities
Of house & home
Peppering spacious steppes,
Out of the rusty gloam rocking their quadriceps.
As interplanetary coils
Do screech when them are bended,
As churning ocean squirms & boils
When streams of Kaos blended,
As when the fake-veil’d sinful soils
Virtues long defended,
As when men rage, flay’d by bubonic plague,
So does Satanus armies cross the plains!
Hard in the van four horseman trekk’d,
Ground hoof-hauls to a halt
A vast prospect by foes bespeck’d
Awaits the great assault,
That starts in flashing lightning & a smashing thunderbolt!
Edge of Asia
Duel of the Nile
By torch and trumpet fast arrayed,
Each horseman drew his battle blade,
And furious every charger neighed
Thomas Campbell
Mars donn’d a breastplate of gong-bronze gleaming,
Sharpened his broadword & polish’d his shield,
Lowered his helm, with the god-sweat streaming,
Sets out a-marching to the battlefield;
Across the seas
With one ginormous bound,
Landed amidst palm trees thrust up from sandy ground.
He follow’d the sacred Iris
Wherever the bird did go,
When, with a gasp, ‘what bliss is this,’
All in the valley below
Lay gorgeous Heliopolis
Beside the Nile’s wide flow,
As black plumes of War Kites are donn’d by Ra
His broadsword’s scarab-stone a shining star!
Towards their duel two old gods dash
Both leapt into the air
As great blades crash spark showers flash
Mars yells! Breastplate fell’d bare
So, fled to Atlas mountains, said, “I better, must, prepare!”
Africa
King in the Mountain
Here is a song
That stags give tongue
In Winter snows
William Martin
Thou catalogue of island gorgeousness,
No wonder, here, King Arthur’s spirit drew,
When Avalon became but nothing less
Than prison cell, unable to renew
His form on earth
So under Torr Maol
Awaits a ghoul’s rebirth – from his brooding gaol.
Twyx Muileann Gaoithe & KNock Dubh
Emnerg’d the first of Britons
Whose veins refill’d with blood red robe
That spill’d by hack’d down Saxons
Flesh pressing via a feeding tube
Body caparisons
When picking up Excalibur once more,
He rais’d it high & wav’d it with a roar
The world was his to set aright
& now, the second time
Has form’d to fight the shadowlight
To shine away the grime
That like false witness coats our lives with scandals, lies & slime!
Arran
Exotica
High battle for the word unsaid,
The song unsung, the cause unled
The freedom that no hope can gauge
John Drinkwater
Above the sacred sites of Shangri-La
The star temple climbs where Vishnu resides,
Watch’d by these ancyent spirits from afar,
Blessing his mind with bliss & more besides;
Fabulous wings
Of golden Garuda,
Whispers of Hindu kings enter the Preserver.
L’immortal met three lithe lizards
In a mystic kind of war,
As a wonderment of wizards
Whisk’d from Vijiyanagar
Conjur’d up whirlwinds & blizzards
Aiding their battle star,
Hurling two wounded dragons to the ground
The other panick’d with pathetic sound.
Desert-wrapt beside Meru’s vaults
Enstatured Indra stands,
Like angry Colts the jagged bolts
In each of those four hands
Went thundering to finish off the Wyvrn in the sands.
Asia
Gryphon Dawn
Love held them up to the universe
they listened to the stars. These days
poets are locked in their machines
Abbas Beydoun
Uncle Sam harbors at the Half-Moon Bay,
With war engines & eagles for the flight,
Gwyddion leads them on their lofty way
Amidst the mountains clad in snowflake white;
Britannia,
Most splendid banqueteer,
Has spread a grand dinner as battle draweth near.
While thunder-clouds rumble & pour,
St£rling & Buck$ recanting,
Employ an age-old astral lore,
Middle of a magic ring,
Where lions give a mighty roar,
& eagles beat their wing,
Sharp lightning struck those stone grey druid rods,
Great gasps of wonder rush’d throughout the gods…
Before them paw’d the claw’d Gryphon
Sleek-wingéd & rough maned
The prime weapon, the stallion,
Auld oracles ordain’d,
Lit by an iridescent gleam, the divine blessing gained.
Stonehenge
Struggle at the Gates
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold
WB Yeats
Under daemon banners flocking like crows,
As Hydra-necks thro’ forest valleys wound,
Leads, Barbarossa, Asgard’s brave heroes,
Pillaging villages, all that they found
Was put to waste;
While in their monstrous wake
Four horsemen, brazen-fac’d, scour’d every wapentake.
Forc’d on the backfoot Pyren fought,
Tho’ spirit army scatter’d,
He conjur’d up a fire-flaught,
That many swanhelms shatter’d,
Arms sunder’d by a fireslaught
Down steep gorge-side clatter’d…
Staying attackers, as, on either side,
What stormcraft halts the abbadonic tide.
Pyerun summons a Polevik
Both grass & mud clinging
My spells grow stricken, so, full quick,
Fly off to the Ice King,
There, beg my brother for his help, for proof him show this ring…
Gates of Asia
Indifference of Allah
Alone on Lykaion since man hath been
Stand on the height two columns, where at rest
Two eagles hewn of gold sit looking East
Trumbull Stickney
Hino mounted the marvelous Gryphon
There with Saint George took to the trembling skies,
An important diplomatic mission,
Below their a thousand towers rise;
Atop the sky,
O city of the Djinn,
A flight of Pegasi escorted them within.
They were formally presented
To the court of grand Allah,
But their presence there resented,
“In your fight with Valhalla,
With all deity demented,
I shunn’d the theatre!”
“My noble king,” said Hino, “We protest –
Agents of thine did strike us in the West!”
Great Allah grew indifferent,
“But nothing can be done,
As evil-scented devilment
Exists beneath Heaven,
I cannot control all accounts… our discourse here is done.”
Babylon
Jove’s Vanity
Arise & take thine ease,
For thou art lord; & these
Are but as sprinkled dust before thy power
Lord de Tabley
Thro’ realms empyrean flew Gabriel,
Jove lay luxuriant ‘neath floscule fan,
Unint’rested as minions of Hell
Spread suffering & helplessness thro’ man;
“Your majesty,”
Th’archangel duly bow’d,
“I have a dream for thee,” & conjured up a cloud…
“Tis one shared by those lunatics,
Idolaters of Hitler…”
Across quintessence picture flicks
Of some darken’d chiasa,
“Where there should be a crucifix
There hangs the swastika…”
For Gabriel, it seem’d, eternity
Pass’d pleading to his master’s vanity.
At last was heard that sovran voice
Run thro’ rushing waters,
“Cast is my choice, send the envoys
To the Saintly Quarters,
We are to war, send for the steeds, summon my Sky Daughters!”
Divinnia
Warring Gods
The wind suffers of blowing,
The sea suffers of water,
The fire suffers of burning
Laura Riding
From Asgard & Ausonia hath come
A wealth of Arms, Mars chose two shining spears
& with a beating of his battledrum,
Takes desert roads, where, shaking off his fears
Prepares once more
The African to face
Who like a sunny star, descends from outer space.
Ra whispers ancyent sorcery,
Tis the sacred call to arm,
Round a rare & regal valley
Lilts the chorus of that charm –
Ragged mummies march steadfastly
Below this locust swarm –
As thro’ their ranks strides a Scorpion King,
Those howling hounds reduced to whimpering.
Battle ensues! tooth, axe & claw
Thro’ mummy-mass Mars wades,
Tears rags & gore, but still they roar,
Apep slain by Ra’s blades –
Mars flees by flying chariot as day’s dread battle fades.
Africa
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