Once there was a fairy
And his name was Nuff.
Fair enough, Fairy Nuff!
Category: Bad Poetry!
gods – (small ‘g’).
Not one of my better missives or even near to good. But try to enjoy. All CONSTRUCTIVE criticism welcome.
August comes from the Latin word augustus, meaning “consecrated” or “venerable,” which in turn is related to the Latin augur, meaning “consecrated by augury” or “auspicious.” In 8 B.C. the Roman Senate honored Augustus Caesar, the first Roman emperor, by changing the name of their month Sextilis to Augustus
August by nature, he strode the palace floors.
Revered by all, feared by most, yet sad beyond his strength.
Ruler of the known world but not of his own.
Troubled and tormented by fear and guilt.
About which he knew not either why or how.
His problematic mind anathematic to his own.
In dreams he saw only what he dreaded.
The gods of Rome were powerless to abate.
What power can come from him who is not there.
Sacrifices to your empty deities bring no healing.
Waxing moons supposedly bring spiritual hope,
Waning again like unrequited love on a distant shore,
White sand running through your fingers like the days of life.
No hope was found, no pity lost on mortal man.
Jupiter, supreme ruler of the gods, Juno his queen,
“Surely I am a god, does not Rome worship me?”
“Woe to you Minerva and Neptune, fake deities of Rome”
“Venus and Mars, you are planets not gods like me.”
“Apollo, son of Jupiter, loose your arrow and slay your father,
Thought he does not exist, but then, nor you.”
And so he curses every useless god he knows in hope of finding peace.
But no, each non-existent deity curses him back in incredulity.
How dare he say we don’t endure, just because we ……………..
There is no god save one.
Save one,
Save one.
He died
He lives.
©joseph r mason 2020
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Too young to have ID
I’ve unpublished this poem twice now, basically because I think it’s not to my usual standard. But I’ve republished, yet again, despite my misgivings.
Me and me mates are on the town,
And in the corner shop
We want illicit booze to buy,
but the cashier, he shouts “STOP!”
“Before you purchase this or that,
there’s something I must see.
you look too young, not shaving still,
let’s see some good ID.”
“The reason I’m not shaving sir,”
(my head is in a whirl)
“The reason I’m not shaving sir,
is because I am a girl?”
“Don’t lie to me, I know your dad,
the local vicar is he.
I can’t serve you, you’re much too young,
and his God, he might strike me.”
“You need not worry about our God,
He’s loving and kind as well.
But my dad could have a word with him,
and make sure you go to hell.”
“Get out! Get out! You horrid child,
and don’t come back again.
I’ll have you know, God is not like that,
he want’s to save all men.”
“But He could make an exception,
an exception just for you.
Roasting in the fires of hell
up to your neck in poo.”
“Get out I said, I said be gone,
and don’t come back as well,
it wont be me in the roasting pot
but you and your mates as well.”
“Oh no I won’t, I know I won’t,
if you want I’ll tell you why.
Because Jesus is my saviour,
so I’ll never truly die.”
©joseph r mason 2020
Photo by Andreea Ch on Pexels.comRising to the challenge https://amanpan.com/2020/07/13/eugis-weekly-prompt-identity-july-13-2020/
Redemptive renewal
To talk too much before,
That is preamble.
To lose one’s every penny.,
That is a gamble.
To hug a loved one tight,
It’s called a cuddle
The joy of welly boots,
jumped in a puddle.
To giggle while it’s done,
Oh chortle, chortle.
That all in the land believe,
That is revival.
Knowing death defeated,
Is like, immortal.
That a man be born again,
That is renewal.
Joseph R. Mason 
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