Honeyed
That which is sweet will tastes like honey
Also bear, honey is bought with money
That which is bitter always tastes as bile
It is to bearings of men that are vile
If I buzz like the sounds of swarming bees
My home will be served, made of sweet honeyed teas
I have made myself man filled with honey
And blessed myself with that which is sunny
Out of the eater, something to eat
Out of the strong, has come something sweet
Journey
After daily lengths of our daily days
One comes before the fountain of life
If he drinks thereof this pure spring of life
Surly from his rock he shall fourthly spring
I surrounded myself with men of valor
I surrounded myself with much words of truth
There I found me a fountain of wisdom
Swift was I to drink, drank, I got drunken
One path of life laid for every one
In diversity one chooses his path
Spirit of life
Swinging, singing sweet sounds off sordid height
Out of the dark to resplendent light
That which was worth sorting at that first flight
Has turned out to be a gracious delight
Seeing, I see not again for sorry sight
Then, has made that strong meat not hard to bite
That which was sown atones in days of night
Has transformed me to sunny days of light
Seven hundred thousand men to fight my fight
Alas! Victory came to me as right
Strength of femme
No woman wears the likes of man’s shoe
On the happenings of this, strength is hers
Seven hundred demons a man may survive
Before a maiden, is cause to lay life
From her soulful womb is the birth of kings
She builds the world and comfort’s wealthy men
A crown of pointed men, if a virtue isn’t lost
Know she loves to dwell in paradise
She is a jewel for a man of men
Finding her is true like a precious pearl
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