The Night Watchman's Wait

 

Oh, how distant is the morning?

To himself asks the night guard

How slow are the dark maid’s steps

Waiting for her to pass is hard!

Waiting for her to pass is hard

But can’t permit my eyes to sleep

That will be a sin of dereliction

I must be awake, a watch to keep.

I must be awake, a watch to keep

The Master and his children rest

His property in house and outside

No thieving hands must wrest!

No thieving hands must wrest

The house for good and charity

In the darkness when evil moves

I must be alert without disparity.

I must be alert without disparity

Till the stars down to the west slope

Till the cockerel crows in the coop

A bird baby turns in ma’s envelope

              

A bird baby turns in ma’s envelope 

Hear a wee chirp on the chest tree!

It’s morning, the glad voices sing

Behold to east the first light’s glee!

Xavier Bage

Sat, Nov18, 2017

A Law of Grammar

 

A sentence has a beginning

And a sentence has an end

This is law of grammar, firm

No power ever can bend!

There is a first word proud

With a capital letter to lead

And when the thought has run

 There is a full stop to deed!

The language teacher says this

And aren’t his words true?

The fog has covered the sky

A clear sky will sure look blue!

A cowman of little schooling

Spoke the same truth today

In words suitable to his stand

The wisdom of life to display

All good things must, they say,

Come to conclusion ultimate

So do bad and things ungodly

One day must meet their fate!

Xavier Bage

Fri, November 17, 2017

Demagogues

“Let’s do it; yes, let’s do it fast!

It’s the most opportune time

This is the most desired aim

We were diligently working to

This is the favorable weather

For which our hearts were eager

Come, let’s step, our idea to last!”

“The mind on the throne is ours

The ruling scepter is in our hand

We proudly own most of the land

The wisdom in council fears us

Dogs wag tails to us and cats mew

If we don’t act now, rocks we chew

The strength to form history is ours!”

“The past legislations we can turn

In our favor we will make them flow

Our utterances will be the new law

Owe to anyone who defies them!

On their ways we will plant spike

We’ll break to dust what we dislike

All that we hate, we will burn!”

“We’ll shatter, nobody can prevent

We’ll shed blood and be honored

We’ll s sow discord and be awarded

We’ll desecrate yet be held holy

What have we to fear, we frighten!

We are demagogues,  out and hidden

Our wishes and whims, we must vent!”

Xavier Bage

Thurs, Nov 16, 2017

Sometimes Angry Birds

I never see the birds angry

They sing on the branches of trees

They come down on the fields

To eat the little food they need

They don’t hoard in the storehouses

They are the most content

of the creatures on the earth.

They never rob others

To be richer than others.

To possess more wealth to show off

They don’t need weapons

To protect their possessions

My poems are birds

Flying over hills and plains

Glad to sing in contentment.

Yet, I have seen them angry sometimes

Only when a predator prowls near

The singing angels then

Raise their voices to shrillness

They might even use their

Beaks and claws on the robber

My sweet birds, the angelic voices

That’s the only time they look angry!

Xavier Bage

Tues, Nov 14, 2017

5.07 AM