Trust in Me and Have Peace

Child, why do you struggle so?

To swim against the current

Just accept the gifts aplenty

In your life to enjoy I’ve sent!

Learn to float on the water

Fear not the circling waves

I am in control of still lakes

Am the Lord of sea that raves!

The emperors that ever ruled  

Proudly the people of the earth 

Where their imposing thrones?

Dead, never to return to birth!

I am the author of all existent

Fates of scepters potent decide

From my all-seeing justice pure

No crafty minds can ever hide!

Child, beloved mine, in my palms

With all loving care you I hold

Just trust in me and have peace

Close to my heart you I fold!

I will lead you where I wish to

My hidden plans make you fulfill

Great glory approaches you, son

Surrender me your heart’s will!

Xavier Bage

Tues, December 20, 2016

Why are You Smilimg, O Moon?

Why are you smiling, O Moon?

Are you merry at my misfortune?

I’m your subject, do you know?

Your kindness you never show

You are Narcissus of the sky lake

Drinking own blemished beauty

Watch you rapt from poet’s doon!

Proud with self-praise, O pretty

Need you be uncaringly haughty?

You are ruler of earth’s multitude

Gazing, gaping, crying, crowding

Tiny insects begging for a boon!

Science has told me your feature

You’re dry rocks waterless nature

Unkind, rough, abrasive, selfishly

Hovering around mother earth

Day in day out, night or noon!

Now at the end of my lonely life

Embittered with sorrowful strife

Hoping against hope for a better-

Day to sing and laugh like a child

Let it be, let it be, let it be soon!

Xavier Bage

Fri, Dec. 16, 2016

The Serf and the Noble

When I deserve twenty

He grudgingly hands me five

The rest his greedy pouch hides

My needs cry for wages everyday

Even that meager he wouldn’t pay

When he’ll deign to throw it to me

Only his unjust mind decides!

A serf I am for a celebrated lord 

His name travels beyond borders

Awarded for fluent generosity

In the dark realm of his heart

The prince of hell keeps a mart

Where he sells gifts soiled in sin

Wrapped with colors of charity!

Oh, to work for such a noble!

For an unworthy servant me

Is an honor undeserved!

He mayn’t give me my due

But his words hold holy hue

The lofty mind in crafty care

Pious ideals artfully swerved!!

Powerless I’m not, though poor

My hands I offered to rope

My tongue I’ve laid to bondage

Shatter the chains I can if I wished

Burn the infernal injustices dished

But I’m afraid the flying iron loops

May hurt the buds around with rage!!

Xavier Bage

Wed, Dec 14, 2016

Snake in the School

 

The Snake in the school

Has taken a teacher’s form

Slithers in and wriggles out

Through benches and desks

Feigns to be in discipline

While spurning every norm

In the learned staff room

He spends leisure in gossiping

Assassinating character of colleagues

Of good nature and name

From a high ground undeserved

The stench in malice sipping

Who will stand up to her?

King’s own  unbegotten  darling?

Capable of turning fair into foul

Good into evil, Eden into Hell

With her forked scheming tongue

Yet, in protection remain to sing!

God, you place thorns in our sides

Lucifer’s horde you didn’t eliminate

Permitted him to test your children

Day in and day out remorselessly

In the premises of holy angels

And your joyous  garden to vitiate!

Xavier Bage

Fri,  09 Dec 2016

Let A Humble Wanderer Tarry

O  Lady on airs enthroned,

Look this way and smile

Don’t be too angry to speak

Grace me with your glance a while

This spirit is a vagabond, I know

Of the beauty spread all around

His gaze might turn to sensuous nature

But his love for you is rock sound!

O graceful fairy ethereal,

I dare not ask you to dwell in my heart

Just perch on a branch of my mind

Of its wanderings be a part

The cries in my biting belly

Make me slog on merciless land;

They compel me to relentless sweat

To look for luck in barren sand!

I’d have rushed to recline

Beside a ruminating river

Under a smiling moon above me

To sing as the eternal lover

No, those are unrequited dreams

Winging away to horizons, shamed

A wee worm I’ve been turned into

By powers over me untamed!

O glorious goddess, in your temple

Poets of all ages flock

Let a humble wanderer tarry

Don’t your doors to me lock

No abode of a hut I own

No shed can I call home

Your doorsteps embrace me peace

After and before I roam!

Xavier Bage

Tues, Dec0 6, 2916