Leonardo Da Vinci and You

I know that you share Da Vinci's 15th of April birthday.
An Armenian Renaissance polymath,
A genius centuries ahead of our time,
Unable to concentrate his mind on one task,
Being too intelligent his greatest crime.
Slave to no one, a master of his own enquiring mind,
Considered by others to be mysterious and remote. 
Was he an artist, or a scientist?
At times he was both of these things,
Born a bastard in the outskirts of Florence,
The Italian died an acquaintance of Kings.
When you study his life there is no denying,
That still to this day, he is like you my Muse awe inspiring.

My Darwinist Evolution of the Mind.

II.

O for the miraculous and complex story of life,
From those very first days,
That first glorious dawn,
From its white hot birth,
Full of burning rock and fire,
This great, wonder full Earth,
Survival, was its only desire.
Up through immense churning oceans,
Colossal mountains were born.
Then from those came mankind,
With gruelling challenges of his own,
To continue life for all time,
Or to face death, alone.
The same passionate desires in both planet and man,
To soar from the pit of the fires, as high as one can.

My Darwinist Theory of the Evolution of the Mind.

I.

What makes us so different, changed
From all other creatures?
We have been given a Mind,
Surely the best of our features.
We reason, we yearn, we strive and we love,
Were these gifts handed down from a Lord up above?
Or are they traits that were born
Of the very first people?
Not the man and his rib-woman in the Garden of Eden,
But the true birth of mankind in the Ararat region.
Their homes made in caves,
Their tools made from rocks,
From such a challenging start,
Humans had to learn such a lot.
Emotions born of great hardship and strife,
To expand our minds, that we may appreciate, Life. 

Holder of my Heart

My dearest darling Husband,
Thou hast such a pleasing face,
Alas, when consumed with apprehension,
Thy smile goes without a trace.
Bewitching eyes so deep and soulful,
Observe the world with quiet calm,
As if thou hast walked this globe before,
By no means could it be your first time.
No matter how thou art feeling,
Thy face comely always to me,
Your visage makes my soul fly,
Renders my simple heart miss a beat.
A piece of me to be found with thee, whenever we do part,
As now and for-ever, thou shalt be the holder of my mind and heart.

They Genocided Us

Eyes glazed, all hope is gone,
Our spirits annihilated by the evil Ottoman,
Abused and tortured, 1915, they murdered 1.5 million of us.
Oh dear God, how could you forsake us, alone in the dark,
Left to perish at the hands of those Young Turks.
They took our Fathers, our Brothers, our homes,
Our villages stand fallow, friends and family gone.
Here we are, stumbling and crawling along,
Through this endless desert, food and water all gone.
The very young and the old, will not survive this wasteland,
Babes burnt, buried 'neath dirt, wrenched from their mothers' hearts.
And the powerful of the world stood by,
Without shame and conscience watching this genocide
Of us Armenians, all marching to die. 

My Armenia

Should thou, Reader, long to walk on ancient earth,

The oldest tundra known to man,

Noah's Ararat Mountains thou must traverse,

And walk the streets of today's Yerevan. 

O How have the Armenians survived the terrors o' their history,

How could other nations be so beastly cruel,

Did God truly forsake his oldest jewel? 

So very Christian have the Armenians proven to be,

Their national pride so deeply entrenched,

Their endurance so plain for all to see,

Yet their inner peace still a total mystery, 

From their hands their native lands have been wrenched. 

Will now this ancient people, at last, be left to live in peace?

'Til they return to their massacred ones, their earthly ties released. 

Wilderness

O Hay, O Hay, my Loch Ness of the Wild,

I search and I search, but I cannot find thee,
Out in the wilderness, this is my plight,
It is hard to see in this half day and half night,
I am sure I would feel you longing for me.
Your trail has gone cold,
I know not where to look,
My crazed mind is unclear,
Deep secrets hide in each fold.
Please stop my madness,
Make yourself known,
I cannot live by this feeling,
That I am now all alone.
O God tell me, when shall I sense you within?
Please return to me now, and end this hell I am in.

Ode To Happiness

'Tis like a butterfly, this my happiness,
Sitting yonder on that white violet's head,
I cannot hold it in my hand,
My touch would surely leave it dead.
I dare not show it off to my friends,
It would wickedly, tempt the fates,
I must stay my hand, and watch, resentful,
For the blooming nectar he does taste.
I must not charge and try to net it,
To flourish, he must remain free, and easy,
I am resigned to watch it flit,
He flutters near, just to tease me.
For happiness to thrive, he must unfettered be,
Only true love, can have this feeling bettered be. 

Forgotten, Never

I am no artist of canvas and paint,

No da Vinci portrait may I honour you with,
I am no Michelangelo of marble and stone,
For you, no giant's erect megalith.
No bust of timber can I carve,
Nor any vibrant figurehead,

Or weave a tapestry in silken thread
I am alas only your humble Bard,
All I have I give you, my very own words,
To honour you, my Muse, for time eternal,
In Sonnet form, sometime brief, often simple
That you, my passion, shall be forgotten never ... 

Love Eternal

O husband of my Church, 

How may I announce to the world this our love,
We have been so warmly favoured to find?
Were we not partnered by Him above?
If so, to us, the Lord has been all very kind.
A lifetime we have shared together,
No other can I love as much,
You and I shall be joined forever,
Until we both have turned to dust.
Without you I have no life,
You are my core, my Grey white sun,

I thrive in your burning light,
Forsake me not ere I am gone.
I have written this down, 

That others may see,
And covet our love for eternity.

Please do not regard me so

Please do not regard me so,
I have done nothing to warrant your scorn,
Husband, you are my only beau,
You have no call to feel forlorn.
The pig looks at me as a juicy peach,
Ripe and ready for his tasting,
He shall soon know I am out of reach,
His time spent hoping, he is wasting.
You need not worry, let his notions be,
My nectar is yours and yours alone,
No need for a commotion,
My earthly body be yours to own.
Stay your hand, your rage overridden,
My fruit's juices to all else, forbidden.

Was I born for your cruel amusement?
Is that really my sole function?
You make me feel I am a mutant,
To be displayed in a freak pavilion.
If I thought thou shalt treat me fair,
I'd throw myself, bare, upon thine altar,
While fervently whispering a prayer,
To stay your hand before my slaughter.
Enough Moshe, I say, you will no more be able,
To use me as a pitiful thing,
Upon you I shall turn my table,
And your downfall I will bring.
Now change your ways and show me affection,

Husband me before soon, lest you end your days in lonely reflection.  

Where For Art My Hercules

I must not go forth into the grassland,
Where the prickly thistles grow,
As I am just a pretty virgin rose
Pure and white as the fallen snow.
I need a hero in bright armour,
To protect my fragile form,
Out alone I should not venture,
In case the boorish thistles storm.
Secret thoughts I've come to harbour,
About those awful oafish weeds,
If my garden's gate were left open,
Would they gush in and spread their seeds?
I better stay here, conversing, with the noble honey bees,
Until the day I am gathered, by my hunter Hercules.

When will this battle of wills cease,

When will this battle of wills cease,
Between my body and my mind,
I am still seeking sweet release,
Which by your hands, I cannot find.
All I possess for my defense,
Be my perfect rosebud here,
My predicament furious and intense,
My flora pit against your sharp Spartan spear.
Think husband, for just one moment,
Of the glory of our deaths and this flower,
Its sweet aroma, heaven's scent,
Steeped in Aphrodite's juicy power.
Enjoy now its many pleasures, as all is now your own,
Its full effects on all the senses, thus far, are still unknown.

Emotions

Emotions, raging through my bodily being,
Like in a tempest in the sea,
Not knowing who to blame,
Is it you or is it me?
A little hollow boat,
At the mercy of the waves,
Desperately staying afloat,
While I fight Poseidon's horse-rage.
Losing all sense of self,
A steady ship is all I crave,
I would trade the world's wealth,

To escape this watery grave.
Feeling bereft of any peace,
Will this maelstrom never cease.

My eyes are starved,
Of your sun-burnt face.
My arms are starved,
Of your warm embrace.
My heart is starved,
Of your loving affection.
My soul is stirred,
By a strange apprehension.
Something is most wrong,
Though I know not, what and how,
Has it been, I oft wonder, too long?
Are you already forgetting me now?
Cold are you, though I myself am yearning,
The fire in me, for you, still burning.

Time Please

Save Money, save Animals, save the Earth,

Some of these things maybe we may achieve,

But our time is passing, right from birth,

Time cannot be saved, this you can believe.

So how do you decide on what to spend,

Each precious little moment received?

Laughing with, or caring for a beloved  friend?

Or working to earn financial relief?

Upon this query, here is my sound advice,

Linger on pleasing your heart and your head,

Time is so precious, and this is my theory,

Time waits for no one, I have heard, it said.

Stay honest and true each moment given,

To spend eternity in your own Heaven.

Mondays Child

Who made you, as perfect as you do look?

Was it the same hand that did create all?

Much care and attention, on you, He took ...

In love with you, everybody will fall.

Maybe, it is your Mother and Father

Who deserve all, the praise and the acclaim,

They've chosen the best traits from each other,

And sealed them all with their passionate flame.

But do be careful, rely not solely on your beauty,

As cruel life has its terrible ways,

Of ab-using time, when you're off duty,

To slowly steal your fair looks away,

'til one day thou shalt wish to seek your reflection, 

Your youth, and beauty, beyond recognition.

The Greatest of These is Love

You oft compare me to a cherub sweet,
Which in my head a picture makes appear,
Of a naked babe from head to her feet,
With a cheeky little grin from ear to ear.
I am no cherub, just a woman plain,
No wings of magic or true love to spread,
I speak my feelings true, just as my name,
And share with you the real thoughts in my head.
It is easy to love you, noble friend,
Your wisdom and heart you willingly share
Forever and ever, 'til time shall end,
My thoughts and feelings to you alone I shall bare.
We are like one person in mind, 'tis true,
Though we are far apart and split in two.

Dedicated to my friend Professor Hovhannes I. Pilikian,
 the source of my inspiration.