Do you know how many words English uses?
And often these words may confuse us.
Some are from Greek
Pardonez moi,did I speak?
And Latin is the root of snob-buses.
Terminus is not English to me.
Mea culpa,I’m a Catholic ,you see.
Yet we pray Kyrie
In the Mass every day
Eleison,jubilation’s the key
How do you understand me?
I am trying to see how to be
A useful yet modest
Doctor of non-bodies.
So please take your minds off that tree.
This is not Eden you know.
Despite the fact apple trees grow.
Rhubarb grows too
And the Lord was a Jew.
And where He went, we all must go.
I am speaking in symbols,of course.
I don’t wish to cause you remorse.
But by our sins we are punished,
We either grow or diminish.
Dynamic’s just ecstatic on a horse.
My vocabulary is getting obese.
New words are devoured at life’s feast
But what is sufficient
Or indeed beneficient?
I think my mind needs more grease.
As you see I invent my own words.
To the foreign they may seem absurd.
But our society is free,
So the politicians tell me.
Yet inconvenience is often incurred.
Esperanto never lighted my flame.
It’s the classics teacher whom I blame
For I liked ancient tongues
And never went wrong
Except in learning to spell people’s names.
Youclid is the one I refer to.
And Sockratease cause me despair too.
Plato is easier.
Parmenides is teasier.
‘Arry Stottle dropped his aitch,and proved fair,too!
I once had a boyfriend called Dan
Who owned a large copper pan.
He served eggs in glue
As the aspic had flu
Copper pans beat before Dan began.
When serving a group or a mass,
Let all the niceties pass.
Pasta is fine
With sauces divine.
Desserts are best served in glass.
When cats desire and long to join in
Explain that mice don’t come in tins
And as for the joint
Roast up to a point
If burned,well,that is not a sin,
For sin is not based on our deeds
But from evil motives proceeds.
Were our intentions
Without fear or pretension?
Sin ignores neighbours real needs.
Yet often we act or speak cruel.
Which makes our souls look like fools
We need to reflect
Before the true facts
Then life shines out bright like a jewel
How white and blue together recollect us
to the summer sky and the imagined swallows
darting in exquisite geometry
under the great domed space of the heavens,
like the Basilica in Constantinople
containing and giving space.
And how I held you for a moment that was infinite
and then you were gone like an angel fearing enchantment
into some finite boundaried world