The Poetry of Jeffrey L. H. Naylor

Here in the space where of all we thought we knew, is something new.
No longer our forgotten places of the past make of us nevermore
Forsaken orphans of a duplicitous cosmos.To Immortals
We suddenly are a place, notoriety fills our space.For now the Truth
To us has been bestowed.Even though truth is hidden by every
Supercilious breath that blows my way, my heart remains inviolate.
For truth does dwell in the spaces of that which we know only as here,
There, and everywhere.Great minds long searched and sought for
The smallest bit of thing that probably, absolutely exists. Common
Knowledge were all the quantas-leptons-taus, and neutrinos.Yet
Who’d have guessed there was one more contestant for Smallest
Thing?From high in celestial kingdoms, earth’s noble race has the
Honor to know finally, really, quite absolutely this time for sure, I
Think, been introduced to the Muon Neutrino, the Smallest Thing in
All the emptiness creation fills.What now are we to do, what to do?
How embarrassing to confrm for so long that neutrinos were the
Smallest Thing.What now shall we do or say to welcome the
Muon Neutrino as the most, honorable Smallest Thing?
Flying through our bodies at 200,000,000 miles an hour is hardly
Time to say adieu, but good enough to know through us it flew.

In a garden, separate, yet unified
There is a flower that blooms,
With a billion molecules of nature
All awash in a universe of splendor.

Thinks this flower alone she stands, yet by her
Side stands another, which never leaves
But sways with the wind to tease
From heavenly time to time. Inexorably

Their petals touch and brush
Together in harmonious rapture.
Soft kisses, fleeting time, and then suddenly apart
They stand alone, but still together.

Never separate, never together,
Side by side in a sea of nature.
Always one, as well as two,
Forever two, forever one.

To have hope for the best
That the world guilefully promises
May be a burden too heavy
For anyone to bear.

Yet, it is a far better thing
To hope for something,
Than Nothing
At all!

is there any parallel to be drawn
between you and me and a King or Queen? if there is,
it is the re-creation of the things we lovers make.
and they, these things we create, whet the pages of history,
as pauper or prince…no matter for any difference because
difference is the qualitative comparison.
their irresistibleness has more value than a single
person’s hopes, and dreams or the endless nights of Beauty,
or a single person’s unexpected season of their becoming.
despite the disparate faults revealed in every lover’s nest,
the offspring emerge as
invariable mixtures from the reciprocity of personality,
which comes from King and Queen, of which all of us are,
contributing to the arrival of new individuals, unique!
out of the separable madness of love,
from the reason of two, with a newness to repeat
comes
a
complete
one.