KnightMuse
by Ted L Glines

bouquets of roses
accolades
to the muse

for rousing the rabble - making them refuse
the narcotic trance meant to pacify the masses,
from those palisades of power - leaders throned on their asses,
who offer a  rebate - on things priced too high,
pushing selling greeding til the cash cow runs dry,
in solemnity lords judge - and break their own golden rules
so sure their congregation is a sheepish pack of fools,
debt - the accelerator - in the middle class squeeze
bleeding wealth to the top - a social disease,
the poet sees this melanoma - spreading world system wide,
a rotting corpus neglecti - goodness cannot abide,
you must be an eager poet - a superhero in deed,
a performing surgical stiletto - removing cancerous greed,
amid the roiling psychobabble - you dare to make the  news

all hail to the poets
bouquets of roses to the muse

Knights in White Satin
by Ted L Glines

I love our Mother,
Don't you?
She's worth fighting for,
So are you.

All hail the ladies
Who fight the good fight
To save our dear Gaia
From  poison and blight.
All hail the ladies
Whose voices are clear,
"Stop the destruction
Of Gaia, so dear."

Our rivers run oily
With toxic waste,
Killed by greed
And corporate haste.
Our oceans are  shiny
With chemical spills.
Dolphins are dying
In fishery kills.

Sea-cows are slaughtered,
Run over for sport
By boats of the wealthy
Who do not fear court.
Oil-coated birds
Lay dead on our shore,
Victims of men
Who don't care anymore.

But, out on the Front,
Petitions in hand,
Our "Knights in White Satin"
Are saving our land.
Hail to the ladies
Whose voices ring clear,
"Stop the destruction
Of Gaia, you hear???!!!"

And where you saw forests,
There's nothing but slash,
Cut clear to make paper
Which goes to make trash.
And eagles fly over,
No nests anymore.
Whole species are dying;
No homes like before.

The Red Men took care
To nurture their land,
They knew that their lives
Were in Gaia's hand.
Along came the White Eyes
To claim a fat prize
Leaving just chaos
In  spite of our cries.

In halls of our Congress,
Petitions in hand,
With millions of names
From all over this land,
Our "Knights in White Satin"
Are taking their stand.
We stride beside them;
We go hand in hand.

This war is for Gaia,
Our Mother, so dear,
So lift up your voices
And give a great cheer.
We all march together
And we won't be halted
'Til Gaia is smiling
And life is exalted

Kitty
by Ted L Glines

She sits tall and stares
tall and regal
standing there alone
like those cats seen
carved deeply into ancient
lost and forgotten
fungi ridden walls
sequestered in dark wet gloom
of forbidden Tibetan caves
and halls
she stares
huge blue eyes
framed in fluffy
pure white fur
queenly tall
blue eyes so endless deep
staring
looking right at me
no matter where I move
still staring right at me
deep eyes growing larger
ever larger
like deep blue wells
sucking me down and down
swirling round and round
into the gulf of her thoughts
where blackness rules
lost and gone
in tides of time
where arcane forces rule
but now I see her
taller now - white queenly
huge deep blue eyes staring
something is changed
now she is not alone
for now I see a horse
a pure white horse
no - a unicorn
wrapped around her
protecting guarding helping
its large amber eyes staring
and I think
the unicorn is me
yes - it surely is myself
imagine me - a unicorn
her deep blue eyes
my deep amber eyes
thinking deep and lonely thoughts
staring - ever staring
at you ...

Welcome to the fine fantasy art of Sue Dawe. I have a copy of this painting on the wall right by my bed. Ms. Dawe is the very finest of contemporary fantasy artists. I would love to write a dungeons and dragons book just so I could commission Sue Dawe to paint the cover.