The TASK

Since divine forces freed the majors
from the fatality of politics and lucre
The fields are free again
Our patience has shamed the pain
and the guilty is running around
Sine the generals found the stomach
of patriotic honour and pride
the barrels are full  again
and the banks are heading for black
No matter the trickles and drops

Since the honourables stormed our House
the fire is flaming anew
creating a new pain again
We ask which task they choose
they answer with more flame, new looting
Each day we pray, each House a turmoil
Yet we have a task, a mission

Who is the matter in our matter
what is the call in our call
Rumbling stomachs are holding on
roving  eyes are raking ahead
but our silent fingers are hoping for hoes
not guns, not grenades
Those who have the throne have the task
we who gave the vote own the throne
So, let the message so come
and the heading so right
that the task, this task
be truly done.

Rains of Glory

The rains are pouring today
Will it be gory terrain
or glory again
Dream on, people
but work your dream
The rains are pouring again
Will it be? Will it be?
Ask no question! Ask no question
without action!
Bards have sung before
The rains are pouring again
Oh benefits
Ye deficits
The rains, the rains
the pains, the pains
The rains are pouring again
Hurrays
and horrors
The rains, the rains
the gains, the gains
The rains are pouring again
Rains of glory are for poor and rich
Pouring again in pains and gains
The wise are poring over plans, over facts
and actions
Fools are boring everyone with begging
commotion, haunting concoctions
So there’ll be pains in the rains
gains in the rains
with chains of stories for rich and poor
The rains are pouring again
Will it be? Will it be?
Ask no question! Ask no question
without action!
The sage has spoken before
Rains of glory, rains of glory:
You pour for all, fall for all
Who will rise will rise
You come for all, cease for all
Who will seize will seize
Rains of glory, rains of glory
I rise for benefits to work the pains -
work, work and work
I seize the moment as my raiment -
work, work and work
I’ll work the rains to earn the glory
 - work, work and work
Hear ye the bards, heed thou the sage
Alas, the rains are pouring again!

Bard in Cyberland

His time is here
though never lost
His era in full, not elders' error
Selling-in-telling
timing-in-chimes
Modern lines in cybertimes
Hear, hear, hear
His day be here, alas!

Ancient tips by cyberbards
whether smooth or prickly hot
be songs of the times:
Bare, bright
Simple, smart
Bear, bear, bear!

Cyberlinks and megaways
will hold lost souls
Cyberlocks in bardy-words
must save lost ways
At once blowing open mighty myths
and mirths
At once blasting open mystery verses
and poems
At last slamming shut many codes
and odes
Not slinging, not slaying freedom ways
or beasts
Hear, hear, hear!

Cybermatics as culture buffs
and addicts
Cybermedia as nature buffs
and critics
Cybermania as future buffs
and medics...
squaring frontiers of language and lines
of signs and signals
from probes to proverbs
to songs and summons:
Da poet is home
Bear, tear, hear!