Day: June 29, 2014

Illness is a plot to slow us down

Illness is a plot to slow us down
when God sees we are about to catch him up.
His face is covered by a thoughtful frown…
till he bestows with love the poisoned cup.

For speed is alien to the human soul
we have to live as slowly as hearts beat.
If rushing on we may miss our life’s goal..
Running down some long and rain filled street.

Step by step across the dangerous flood
On stones placed there by patient long gone men.
With care,perception guides us to the good
but haste leads often to a tiger’s den.

Beware impulsive speeding in your mind
For out of this come many acts unkind

Viewpoints, a musing

 

 

What is the point of my view?
what is my point of view?

If you are in a different place from me then we need to take account of that.

 

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A point of view depends on where you point,I suppose… you could rotate and see a different view from the same spot…
Now pointed questions ar a different thing altogether.. like arrows,perhaps.
A loaded question is like a gun.. dangerous or tormenting or showing power..
He has the appointed viewer here now…. a civil servant perhaps?A government official?
So many of our phrases come from art and poetry.. language was once entirely poetry until the metaphors set like hard jelly and we find it hard to burst out of it…as it were…
We live off the poetry of men and women long gone from this earth,though many no doubt became soil and so are still here spread about… all over the world.. just think a woem could be digesting Oliver Cromwell!

 

WORMS

A worm has just a simple life
No sister, children nor a wife
And yet we never hear complaints…
Thus language gives and language taints

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No,I’ll never love a hen again..
Her nose runs all day and she follows it on Facebowl
I bought a witch a broom   and now she gives me static
At least tantalize me till it’s light and I can go out and get my hair trimmed.
He gave me a laugh and many   more sinful emotions than I’ve ever had before
He kept me mating far too long.. you know what it’s like;one thing leads to a mother.
He laughed all the way to the bonk
I played a bar and then found many more in a music book
I pray for more catarrh in winter
I generally lay my bards on the table
l left my mark on his back.. nailed my man !
I leave no organ in tune but your double bass  gave me the willies
I’m just a reveller in my own lifetime
I was left by his faltering at the altar
He’s at my wits end
It was the fleeter of my two feet which ran faster than I did
I let the flat out  and hired a wheelie bin just to sleep in,you know what it’s like now in London
Let’s never pall again.
I’ll never wear a glove again.
No,I’ll never write a double negative for you.No. not ever
She said,let’s split now then she turned a  perfect cartwheel
My identity never achieved revolution
He preys all night and an owl is photographing his movements for the Daily Beast
Ariel is no longer a spirit… what would Shakespeare say

Blogging is a sin now!

Hey Father give me some blessings.It’s two bleeps since my last transmission.

What is wrong with that?

I have no idea,Father.

This place is for confessing your  sins if you repent

I know,it must be fascinating.Can you tell me a few general categories of the most popular sins?

But the confessional is sacred…can’t you read the newspapers?They are replete with sin,positively brimming over

Well,I come here a lot and I’m running out of ideas for my blog.

Blogging is sinful.We have been thinking and we have just decided

Really?It’s not mentioned in my Missal.

No doubt it will be in the next edition!

Why is it sinful?

I believe it takes your mind off the people around you.

Exactly!

Can’t you do anything about these people?

I’ve tried praying for them,seducing them,ignoring them,emailing them.

And what happened.

Nothing at all.They just ignore me.

Why don’t you ignore them?

That’s a wonderful idea.

Now,to cut back your blogging you need to learn the oboe…

Why,Father?

You can’t type when playing the oboe and it’s cheaper than a piano..

Gosh,you are so clever.Theology is good for the mind

And your playing will be so awful that it will make your housemates speak to you..

That’s unlikely,they are all cats!

Oh,you nincompoop.Be off or I’ll kick you out myself..

That’s not wholly holy or even holey.

Be off or I’ll send you a rhyme.

About time!

How about the design?

I am thinking,sublime?

I’ll take nine plus some twine..

What is my penance?

Being who you are!