Selections from Natural Wealth by Henry Penton

[CharmingCavalier 1723]

Below please find a few poetic selections from my book, Natural Wealth.

 

The full collection is available at any Penton Napier Publishing store or auction house. These verses are always accompanied by our superb, colorized illustrations.

Speak my dear poets,

And fill your papers with the breath of your heart.

No man rests below it.

It is the feelings we feel that set us apart.

The Tulip Rendezvous

 

 

Sheltered among the petals,

in a cocoon of love.

This blossoming tryst cannot last forever.

With the chill your dress, like wings of delicate lack, shall not last.

And what shall remain to capture this moment?

Shall I be left to lament?

How can I see the future when I am encaptured by the past?
I shall not love another, ever.

Till the day I ascend above.

I will not be able to find another to settle.

Nature's Chapel

 

 

What if the forests were our chapels?

We would learn the lessons of the pathless journey.

We would have our teacher be life,

our wisdom be found, not sought,

and love at our core.

 

If the showers appear in a gray sky do not run.

Let the water overrun you, and step into the supposed chaos and tumult of true living.

 

For life isn't found under roofs.

It is found in your roots.

The Boulevard of Sprites

 

 

Fairies are all over the boulevard, their flowers alive.

The puddles their baths, watch how they gleefully dip and dive.

What funny little fellows! What dainty little dears!

They sing, and dance, and prance to little fairy cheers.

 

Such childish wonder, such glorious freedoms.

If only they could lend me some...

For while they frolic, I remain

Stuck inside to my own disdain.

 

We've forgotten that fun, buttoned it up in our suits,

Embroiled in our adultish disputes.

Sometimes I wonder, even if I was that small

Would I be the happiest, happiest of all...

Collective Wealth

 

 

In our city on the hill, we seek providence.

Yet many live in unrepentant opulence.

 

We see the dancers as shallow,

The poets as weak,

The poor man in shadows,

Never to hear him speak.

 

Yet our successes are intertwined,

Our failures likewise.

So I am here to gently remind,

It is all of us who this city comprise.

 

It is the glory of the soldiers that give poets light.

It is the writings of our poets that give the solider the will to fight.

All bring value, the young and the old.

Each has a story meaning to be told.

The Truth about a High Society

 

 

White ball gowns mean you're the prettiest of all!

Wear heels so you can tower tall!

Style your hair, and your shoulders are not for show!

We told you exactly what to wear because we know!

 

We told you how to feel, but it was not the truth

You can't be sad, my darling, you're only in your youth.

We told her to obey or she'd never fit in.

We said nothing as she pressed a blade to her skin.

 

We know she didn't need the rules, her natural self was fine.

But this is a society, we all know - rules are rules defined.

Dear Reader,

 

I hope you have enjoyed these fine selections of my many works.

However, it means more to me that you ponder the questions asked above.

My works all hope to show the meaning of true life to my fellow man.

So I urge you to enjoy a stroll, an evening in the gardens, or a trip to the countryside in the name of Penton and a better life.

 

 

 

This selection is dedicated to Dame Yuliya Styrne-Napier.

You were the first artist to welcome me to Providence, and one day I hope you can be the first to welcome me to the Seven Skies.

 

 

Special thanks to Diana d'Azor for help formatting Natural Wealth for public selection.

 

 

[budaq 472]

CHARMING IS ACTUALLY A EGIRL USING THE VOICE CHANGER

[Urahra 5359]

Somewhere in the Seven Skies, Yuliya Styrne can't help but smile. 

[annabanana1014 1631]

Diana d'Azor would gasp as she read the poems and saw the pictures. She was over joyed at getting credit with such an amazing poem company.

[thesmellypocket 1839]

Philip decides to keep the poem "The Boulevard of Sprites" on his desk, enjoying it greatly. "The outrageous joy of the Saints", says he "Lies in their smallness!"