Category: robin hood. poetry

  • M is for Merry: Christmas Maybe Merry but Mayday seems merrier.

    “Perhaps its just as well that you
    won’t be here…to be offended by the
    sight of our May Day celebrations.”
    –Lord Summerisle to Sgt. Howie
    from “The Wicker Man”

    Merry Hill =
    MERRY HILL INTERNET HOME, built next to
    Robin Hood RnB club. #1 = Music Club that your author bar-tended, and performed at, situated
    In the Black Country, England. 1995-9.

    Robert Graves’ book “The White Goddess” about Mayday celebrations and poetic myth was an inspiration for this writing, updated from last year.
    I mix first person ranting about shopping mall culture with an invetigation into the complex of Origins of both the phrases’ Merry Hill and Robin Hood.

    Mayday.

    Fly Agaric 23. Acrillic

    CHRISTMAS MAYBE MERRY
    BUT MAYDAY IS MERRIER.

    Whistling MAYDAY from the mouth for the month of Maia
    Here Comes Everysummer.
    111 raven’s flying overhead,
    72 hare’s running ahead and 24 hound-dogs at my side
    Gills in my neck flapping like collars in the cold wind
    Red sack of sack-red herbs looping around my waist,
    A copy of FW in my hemp wallet and a tongue of crystal glass
    Steaming like hot bull shit.

    I come to the Merry Hill center to sing MAYDAY
    DAMNBIGUATION.
    ODE to the trees’ To re-ignite the ancients haze joint.
    New dialogue between Merry poets. A Merry games.
    With a crown of thorns, Ash, elder berry, Beach,
    Oak, Willow, Silver Birch, Rowan Berry, framed by
    A thousand and one leaves to dream on
    Christmas is MERRY.
    But MAYDAY seems MERRIER.

    Sacred Rites of Marriage at Merry Hill shopping center
    Between Mary Magdalene and Robin Red-Hood mythos. REmixed by fly.
    A shopping center that robs the poor to feed the rich.
    Once a Greek mountain nymph, of seven sisters of Pleiades
    In 2008 a complex consumer POP hell. For private interest.
    Shopping.
    Its stolen teeth even bite the ROBIN HOOD fairy tale,
    And switch it around.
    I don’t know how the people stand it,
    But i guess they do.

    Now, Oak and Thunder God. Krackakakakakakako
    Apollo Electricity LTD. Skysoft Blootooth of the GODZ.
    Divine toads with their chemical odes
    Contained inside HOLY serum. On their backs.
    And the proof is probably in the pudding, some say.
    MAYDAY MAYDAY.
    Show off some flowers and invoke old Annamary-Belle-Jane.
    Summer has come again. Write on with the light of the sun
    Turned Up. Have a Baal.

    The secret of the new name. Krukukukukukukukuku.
    Guarded from SATANS shopping Corporation by a few handy Bards.
    MAYDAY shall be protected from retail and hijacksuits.
    Summer will bloom and the light will define our gaze.
    Eternally yours–Mayfly.
    MAYDAY MAYDAY. Protect your market place. Self and soul.
    Become the media, gather your tongues.
    Gather flowers, build maypoles.
    Make LOVE in the forrest.
    MAKE LOVE IN THE STREETS.
    Concrete hot JUNGLE LOVE.

    Strike the alphabet with a pitch fork, find Alpha tone.
    Loud Thunder. LOUDER. the cry of
    Maid Mary Hill buried deep beneath all the shops and glass.
    Guarded by the Mad Dogs of Hell (the news press)
    And they’re mad barking of coercion and control (Madvertizing).
    Celtic Bards of light–BEL, or Beli
    Can you hear the voice of a real Beltrane
    DAMNBIGUATION.

    Ms. Mary Hill starts digging from beneath the earth
    Every nail torn off this upper-class hooker,
    The bards only true love.
    She breaks through the marble floor of the shopping mall
    The UV Light pouring on her.
    “I am the light shining in the darkness.
    I am the sun shining all the time
    Death is just a shifting shadow.
    I am the light shining all the time.” she sang out
    With total Sinceritas

    Ackrillika was then boiled in a pot and eaten by titans
    Mayday is merrier than Christmas. To be Roodmas.
    Mayday maybe MORE HOLY than JESUS Birthmay. Bee.
    Ushering in the 5th month. The Month of Maia.
    Mayday play involves sex drugs and ******* in the streets.
    I’ll crack thy bones in our lady’s name from the inside.
    Lady Dayanna!
    DAMNBIGUATION. So let us play.

    Torn up by the Dogs of Merry Hell, light shades. Dimmers.
    To deceive and to make untruth of all word-terms.
    The consumer meanwhile like a wild animal.
    A rabid Desire to have more. Hooked as Cocomassage.
    Have compassion for sheeple hounded by dogs.

    Mayday Mayday!
    Who’ll hunt the wren? cries Robin Bobbin.
    Merry Christmas 7 days a week, 360 days a year.
    Love Jesus and go shopping with Merry Magdalene?
    For Christz sake.

    This Mad merry riddle goes ’Merry Mad Maudy in minutes.
    Maid “maud” Marian, Mary Magdalene painted by Duh Vine See?
    I dunno…
    Mary Mary quite Contrary, maybe Frank Zappa knows best?
    Mary Gipsy the May bride, a may tree cult, may bee cult!
    A bee quilt. A quilting bee. Stung Nick Cage as a cop
    In the WICKER MAN.
    Kindle the great Bel-fires on the tops
    Of the nearest beacon hill.
    Hollywood running off with the flowers again?

    A knew Mary Merry Celtic Cult of craftswomen and men,
    Dancing through trouble-doors these troubadours sing
    “Mad Merry Mary, the most poorly recorded, yet ill-reputed
    Of the disciples/hookers of Robin Hod.
    Carry me Lady Day to your sisters and back.
    Maid Marian and her Merry Mary cult. Moistly perfumed as newcaliptush.

    Maud Marian the market lady of Misrule,
    Who went over to the dark side with the evil sheriff Knottingbacon.
    Deserting Robin for his rival. Super-Grass.
    Selling out to the big Merry Corporate Gangsters
    And the evil Merry Sheriff. Selling INN/ INN FACTO.
    To live life without security is a life not worth living
    Was the motto of these cannibullshitters.

    Mary Merry Mad Maude paired off with Merddin (MERLIN)
    And became christianized as a male Robin Hood.
    Merry Mary Mad England, engrossed with MARY worship.
    Mary Hill seems a kind of corporate Mary Hell,
    A place where aggressive corporate dogs pull your mind apart,
    Displaying jewels, drugs and every kind of must-have product
    All the most popular, slick, stylish, hell-brands.
    We must jump through the flames naked. No Bags. No product. NO LOGOS?
    Operate your own Nervous system better. Write?

    Sex, Drugs, Rock and Roll & SEX in the streets.
    Mayday Mayday. BELL TANG. And LOVE. THE Essential GLUE! LOVE and MERRY Making.
    Merry Hill means an unholy marriage to me horse sense and carriage.
    Unholy alliance between no-local private interests.
    Church State pact from 1776 bewitched me in the Adam’s letters.
    I fli-tunes on the Lapwing singing down the walls of Cherry Coke.
    The dogs of Merry Hell foaming over their fangs
    Pulling Santa’s Merry sleigh with a lurching gait
    All the way to Mad Merry Bank next to the Mad Merry
    Law Courts. Now excommunicated by a magic spell.
    LAW CAUGHT by a long pink psychoactive TOAD TONGUE.
    ———————- [Razz]

    A Merry meat market disco bars seem full of young
    Virgin Mary’s made up like barbie to more-probably meet
    A cool Joseph and then sizzle down to have
    A little baby Jesus together.
    Soon to become another stylish Merry child
    Sitting on Satan’s Lap at Merry Hill.
    Satan = opposite of SANTA.
    Ask any Jesuspect Christereotype face!
    Bop!

    Merry Christmas and Merry May Day celebrations
    Everyday, all day. Shopping MALL as house of GOD
    At Christmas. No TIE shops at the Church?
    The comodification of the old market festival by dumbdumbs.
    And the old merry pagan rites revived by bardic chimney sweeps
    Now made many timx merrier by feasting and dance.
    Revived here in this queer tale better grokked over a beer;
    A sword dance. Music and milk maids.
    That loverly merry sherry ferry to another state of con.

    Thousands of Jobs working for the sheriff of Mad Mary Hood
    I have done Merry work for slave wages over their years,
    I have paid my dues to the Merry Hill project,
    But what has it done for me, my friends, my family?
    MAYDAY MAYDAY.
    Semantical and metaphysical hijacking in progress.
    Calling all poets. CALLING ALL MERRY MEN AND WOMEN.
    Show fertility and sexuality. All tones, colors and voices.
    A hero?

    So now, Robin Hood as i fry galactic fighting wars with alphabets. fighting wars. Fighting. Walls.
    No but’s and if’s or maybe’s.
    So hump the entire night in the forest, dance, love, sing.
    Be Merry in the face of the dark Tele.

    Targeting the young, the vulnerable
    The lower middle-class the fundamentalist patriot.
    God, Fast food, fast closed circuit CCTV monitors, liberty and sales.
    Like Merry Spies hidden up in the sherwood trees, EYE of law
    Looking down at the Merry shoppers
    Making sure nobody can ever really recreate the
    Real and true Mary rites at the Mad Merry Hill.
    The is hardly any soil to put in a maypole for example.
    MAYDAY.
    BARDS, Start bringing back boughs of flowers and garlands
    Decorate the village of a loved ones face with stars and milk.

    It was the pits at our local shopping and
    Brain soaping center up until 17 years ago when
    I-fli-book went and got myself a flash TOAD TONGUE.
    ——————– [Razz]

    A child of 16 years young, with a new song.
    Triggered the beginning of this reclamation of Merry Hill and all HELL.
    And the NEW revolutionary Merry rites of Passage into adulthood,
    I ingested about 3 grams of psilocybin mushrooms and
    Walked through the Merry Hill Project chanting incantations
    And sacred hyms to Mary, my Mary, Mad MarYen.
    And of course. Anna Livia Plurabelle.
    As i tripped balls in a corporate coercion theme park.
    Became an overnight Bard.
    Defender of truth, word, liberty, individual stuff
    And the damn freedom to grow your own puff.

    MAYDAY

    “Perhaps its just as well that you
    won’t be here…to be offended by the
    sight of our May Day celebrations.”
    –Lord Summerisle to Sgt. Howie
    from “The Wicker Man”

    “The old Celtic name for May Day is Beltane (in its most
    popular Anglicized form), which is derived from the Irish Gaelic
    “Bealtaine” or the Scottish Gaelic “Bealtuinn”, meaning “Bel-
    fire”, the fire of the Celtic god of light (Bel, Beli or
    Belinus). He, in turn, may be traced to the Middle Eastern god
    Baal. — http://www.sacred-texts.com/bos/bos194.htm