Fearless Fear

Fearless fear.
I turn the dreamy psychoanalytical pages
Of Sigmund Freud to join hands with the
Miles and miles travestying Frost, pick up
the apples and pass on to the old styled
Auden, gather some philosophical tenets,
look around people; some praying
and PREYING upon inwardly the innocent;
yet, many are fear ridden,
I have an awesome fear for the
Lord, God the ever vigilant Supreme;
any act of deliberate amiss
will go for His chastisement,
Quite a few fall in my line,
Fear grips some for the awful
demeanour of the past , the
diabolic devil shaking those
to the roots, even now,
in the nearby cottage, the dying,
almost dead, is fear stricken,
for the stake of his final journey;
the playful schoolboy fears
the frequent indulgence of
the cane of the schoolmaster,
there are many ramblers
fearless of fears ,
Fear stares at all, fearless.