Your sacred and heavenly, glorious self,
So sweetly and deeply of earth,
Now shines from the eyes of your mind’s high shelf,
Which shows all the light you are worth.
And your self is a singular crest of ideal,
More soulful than soul, just right,
A blend of fine purpose, true action, made real,
For conquering day and night.
Your glorious, heavenly, earth-of-earth self,
So deeply, so sweetly of spring,
Now leap–frogs over high shelves to laugh–
With a wink for each selfish thing!
Your sacred and heavenly, glorious self,
So sweetly and deeply of earth,
Now shines from the eyes of your mind’s high shelf,
Which holds all the light you are worth.
And your self is a singular crest of ideal,
More soulful than soul, just right,
A blend of fine purpose, true action, made real,
For conquering day and night.
Your glorious, heavenly, earth-of-earth self,
So deeply, so sweetly of spring,
Now leap-frogs over high shelves to laugh—
With a wink for each selfish thing!
Elon Musk is going great,
All his works appreciate.
We do love his vital force,
‘Gainst the Woke he sets his course.
Elon Musk has eyes on space;
Tweeting Mars could be the place.
We do love heroic he,
Lifting us in liberty!
Elon Musk is happy, too,
Spills some joy for me and you.
Fount of light is good and strong;
Elon might is going on!
Oh,
My arms ache, wanting you.
My mouth aches, wanting, too.
My body aches and aches—for you, you, you.
Oh,
I am oh, oh, oh!
Wanting, wanting, wanting!
You always work so hard, my dear,
You always do your best.
And I am just a watcher here,
For you’re the show that’s best.
My TV channel’s turned to “Nance”—
The volume’s loud and clear.
The show is “Nancy’s House Romance”—
It is the best, so dear.
You mop the floor with Alpheus—
His shirt, it sweeps up dust!
And then you throw him in the wash—
He’s Baby Shark to us!
The mailman’s walking to the gate—
You send out Little Joy—
The mailman runs away from Fate—
Bright teeth of Dino-Boy!
And now the house is very proud
Of Alpheus and Nance—
He’s spic n span, in love avowed,
With cleaning and romance!
Think rationally, and be selfish,
In clean straight reasoning way.
Think logically to nerve yourself
And make your virtue pay!
Stand selfishly for freedom true
And highest, life-love rights;
In independence think your thoughts,
And sing man’s self-won heights!
Sleeping sweetly through the night,
Giving darkness your dear light,
All the house is comforted
By your dreaming in your bed.
Comfort, too, does come to me
While l watch across the sea.
So big, so large, so vast, so very great—
The sky. Then you–unlimited within
My arms. Your giant heart of love makes me
To sigh, to sigh with happiness that gains
Your charms and seems to fly beyond all bounds.
I fly! Oh yes! I soar in rapture true
So high in highest ecstasy the heart
Of harm, it cannot touch or beat us—nay!
You, I, twin rafts of flowers on a stream,
Float artlessly along as in a dream,
And wisely, proudly, let the dream prevail.
The sky was big, that now is very small.
Our arms we raise, enclosing us in flesh.
Our high ideal is real, and we’re the best.
Oh, what will I do
With sweet practical you?
Your practical style—
It just makes me smile
Till I’m practically sweet as you!
But you’d never believe
I am practically smart
Unless I stayed true
To the beat of your heart.
But I do
And I’m …almost…
As practical as you!
My dear beloved sleeps all night
While I read on in sunny light.
I see her face in place of words,
I hear her breathing sweet as birds.
Alas, but no! She’s far away!
Yet in my heart she drums in play—
And I am happy all the day!
Alpheus wakes up, raring to go;
Baby shark swimming, yo, ho, ho!
Alpheus stands up, he’s gonna run!
All around playpen; boy, he has fun!
Alpheus laughing, “Ha, ha, ha!”
Dear little giant loves his ma-ma!
I think, I do,
Of you, I do,
And that does make me glad.
And yet you’re far
Away from me,
And that does make me sad.
But then I think of you again
And gladder I do grow.
Oh dear, my dear,
I love you dear,
I love you, love you so!
With these two lips
I give thee this—
Sweet peach to thee
Of bonus kiss.
I press like this—
Press-pressing well
To be a bee
A-buzzing soft,
Then stinging light,
With passion’s eyes!
O bonus, bonus, bonus time!
To be a bee is so sublime!
I am the bee;
You… be… mine!
Oh, darling Nancy, granma sweet,
I fancy you are so complete
There’s none on earth, so true and fine,
To stand for worthy fortune–mine.
Your common sense is purest gold,
You do your chores intensely bold.
Your lively spirit shines, complete,
My darling dear, my Nancy sweet.
From early morn till late at night
You’re up and going, doing right,
Smart and focused, sharp and true—
Earned a nap! It’s here for you!
I love you dearly–oh, so strong!
My admiration wings my song,
And as I sing your praises sweet
Before my eyes you stand complete!
You stand complete, you are the one
Who loves so true her dear grand-son,
And if I’m loved a little bit
My earthly soul, momeee, is lit!
Each day is a brand new day.
Made in factory?
Yes, factory of true love.
Shining, strong, and full of song.
Made in factory.
Yes, factory of deep truth.
Straight-lined, unbreakable.
Manufacturer’s lifetime guarantee.
Pure as a diamond.
Made in factory.
Factory of you and me.
The leftists, they are losers,
The rightists, they are right.
The rational men of reason
Are living for the fight.
They fight for truth and beauty,
They fight for joy and love;
They march, inspired by music
That soars like wings above.
They’re focused full on values,
On positives, on good.
They answer “Why?” with “Give a try,
And do all that you should!”
They fear not any battle,
Cold logic is their sign;
The height, the light, the mindful might
Tells each one “Life is mine!”
The leftists, they are losers
The rightists, they are right;
We rational men of reason
Are rising in the fight!
To hear you laugh is blessing.
I see silent “Hee hee.”
“Ha, ha!” is next.
So loud a softness.
You are so pretty.
Your happiness–caressing.
I feel “Hee hee.”
I echo “Hahaha!”
We bless with kisses, too.
Oh, you’re so pretty.
Oh, ye singers who live, unforgotten,
In grooves of our minds held so dear,
We sing praises out loud for your beauty
Which carries us forward each year!
Yea, you carry us on through the shadows,
You lift us straight up to the light,
And our ears and our eyes are enormous
For the joy you have shown with your might.
True singing is praise for love’s living,
Great singing is bright with Joy’s tears.
The singers who gave are still giving
And he is a blessed one who hears.
I am a true believ-a
In my chromosoming diva;
She is sharp, she is fast, she is cool.
And when she starts a culture
There is nothing will escape her;
She was a great detector in her school.
Where the dead ones lay in quiet
She had guts enough to try it,
And the hearts she held were happy for her touch.
They would sigh and almost beat
Out of total death complete,
For they loved the hands that held them very much!
I am a true believ-a
In my chromosoming diva,
For her competence I truly do admire.
And though I’m very lonely for my one, my one and only,
My dreams of her are rising ever higher!
O dear, my dear, your picture glows,
You are the sweetest, full-blown rose.
If I could touch you with my toes
Who knows what else might upward go?
O schemer-dreamer, my whole heart,
I’ll press your hand upon my part.
We’re not too old for love divine;
Play you your part, and l’ll play mine.
O lovey-dovey, meet me true
And I’ll beat all my joy through you!
Oh, I must stop here, where we are,
For you are distant, still so far.
And yet, my love, though far we be,
I deeper fall in love with thee.
I am a flame; oh, see me, dear!
My blaze of day to you does steer!
To be a beautiful bee like me
Your stinging must be great.
When Clarinda Nancy Lee is free
Sting, and do not hesitate.
Then if she slaps you off her rear
Be dauntless, and don’t shed a tear.
Just buzz around, get in her blouse;
She’ll pinch you, but it’s on the house!
Clarinda Nancy Lee
Came up and said to me,
“My honey, will you be,
Will you be my honeybee?”
I stung her on the lips,
I stung her on the cheek;
I stung her on her be-hind—
She slapped me very quick!
And now I am bee-woken,
But oh well, what the hecks.
I thought when she had spoken
She really wanted sex!
I will be with thee,
Thou wilt be with me.
That is all I care about,
Know about or see.
Holidays are two:
One for me, one for you.
Both together sent
For our love’s merriment.
Spend! Freely spend!
Flying kisses!
Arms devout holding
What they’re all about!
The clouds large fall upon the land,
Your lips drink up fom my cupped hand;
The bended trees, your eyes a-shine—
I love the wild when you are mine.
The wind blows fierce, we find a cave,
Here sit and hear the strong storm rave.
There is no light, but we bear shine
From kisses that burn yours in mine.
The clouds now part, the sun lays clear
His fingertip upon your ear.
I see the truth, I love its shine—
The dawn is you and day is mine!
Up from under, rising fast,
The tower shoots in silent blast
Past cars and buses, buildings small,
To tower, tower, over all!
And up ride I in outside lift
To see the city’s far-spread gift
Of motion, and of stillness new,
Sparkling in the sun so true.
Up from under, rising high,
Through earth and air, into the sky,
A finger pointing—“That’s the way!
Sweet baby blue is yours today!”
And so we dream, and work like fire
That lifts self-flame of self-desire
Higher, to an endless height
Of leaping stars in tow’ring night!
Over the under the world towers,
The world of thinkers, achievers, Rand,
And we stand happy, our reas’ning powers
Giving us glory to understand!
Our knowledge rises, towers beside us,
Our friend ever giving of beauty of soul.
Principle’s towers all around guide us,
Whose selves are the guiders in self-control!
Brian Royce Faulkner 