Day: August 16, 2016

Yet with your eyes you made a final call

 

The pattern of your speech is in my ear
Although I do not hear  you speak  out loud
Shall I say ear or is it heart that bears
The form   that  made  your speech have its right sound?

Wherever in myself I find your trace
I long to keep it even when I grieve.
As though, because I do not see your face,
I never wish by sound to be deceived.

And at the end you did not speak at all
Like the baby  while inside its  nest.
Yet with your eyes you made a final call
As contented as a baby   joined to breast.

And so you went, but left your patterns here.
So with  fine prosody, I feel you near

God can’t NEED our worship

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A man can no more diminish God’s glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, ‘darkness’ on the walls of his cell. C. S. Lewis
Read more at: http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/keywords/worship_2.html

 

If we knew a human being who demanded constant praise and admiration then we would think they were a bit odd..mayube children need it  and it’s nice to get a litttle but if God needed it all the time he’d be  a narcissist which is illogical with regard to God

We worship God because it’s  in our nature to worship and so we  need to worship someone  or something which is good.Otherwise we will worship the Queen new kitchens,copper pans, handsome men,lovely womem,loft conversions.expensive food…my calves,my eyes,my mind,your mind,arguing,war,sex,drugs etc,halogen cooking hobs, washing machines,

Better to worship trees if God is not your  cup of tea

And I believe many people feel being grateful for the beautiful world is good for us instead of complaining all the time.Gratitude and  making up quarrels is good for our spirit.I think it must be terrible for people who commit murder especially because even if they are sorry they can’t bring their victim back.In such a case  praying and meditating might help.Sadly most murders take place at home and it seems children are often victims.That is something I  don’t know enough about but povery and lack of work  for men seem factors..Husbands and wives always quarrel and it’s not beyond imagining we might pick up the bread knife and wave it about.
If I were God I’d  prefer people to try to get on with other people instead of worshipping me.In the past the idea we might go to Hell was meant to stop us doing bad things but I don’t think it worked as people in difficult situations lose control and now it is never mentioned.

What is most puzzling is why Christians like the Crusaders thought it was alright to murder  hundreds/thousands  of Jews and Moslems as they approached the so called Holy Land.You don’t have to be THAT  intelligent to see that  if God exists he made them as well  as us.So why would he want  us  to kill them?I don’t know whether on balance Christianity has done more harm than good.I fear it may be so….Jesus would be surprised if he saw the Vatican… he is surprised,he told me just now… why not sell it?Give the money to the poor… well,it’s there in the Bible.. the still,small,voice

Jeremiah,why are you here?

Dinner tonight

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Starters

Marmite jelly
Melon and nape salad
Avocado pair  in  shoot
Carrot and Roisin salad
Jew’s carp in olive oil and lemon dressing

Main

Farmer’s liver and peasants’  unions fried in dripping
Grief stew with Jersey rotators
Lamb crops with mushed rooms and potato flakes
Lasagne and chips with Efra’s  genes.
Vegetarian salted  and  foiled with butter with bacon
Nut and spider loaf with  green ballad
Chef’s hat stuffed with nuts and raisins in whiskey

Dessert

Cat mousse with whipped scream.
Lemon rice with bastard
Apple tart and gay harlot.
Volvo tyre in cream sauce
Chocolate iced cake  fried in  rum batter
Fresh fruit in belly with half cream ice to follow

I wrote this villanelle before I died

Could you write a poem if you tried?
It’s just a few black patterns on the page.
I  wrote this villanelle  before I died

Would you write free verse,  just on the side?
Or would the lack of form  make you enraged?
Could you write a poem if you tried?

Do you  know what manners like to hide?
Would you keep your black  dog in a cage?
I wrote this villanelle  before I died

Has your ink got all glued up and dried?
Does your handwriting  fit  on the page?
Could you write a poem if you tried?

Write all day and weep  when you decide
My cat and I have now become engaged
I wrote this villanelle  before I died

Do  not let the critics you deride
At the worst, you ‘ll start a brand new page
Could you write a poem if you tried?
I  wrote this villanelle  before I died

 

 

Don’t ask

She’s as easy  to hug as  it would be kissing a bee on my crown
Life’s not easy
when I  see ghosts smoking without ashtrays
I feel uneasy as  your pie made me queasy.
Poisoned by gum
Beat lead.Buy a  fountain pen today.Qouink!
He sits like a broomstick at a wedding for dummies
Shall we beat my cat… or hunt hares?Is cruelty good? Then ban hunting,for God’s sake.He made all creatures…if he exists
It’s  treat  to  see your gun;catch my swift driff?
Why not eat your own dog’s food and leave mine for me.It’s all I have since the cat  died.
Eight hundred men caught one gorilla which took a bus into town..Now he’s been given a free Mass in the cathedral.Sorry  a Free Bus Pass ex cathedra
Why no elephant in your room? Are you in need of brass monkeys?
Are you on  an imaginativre roller coaster?Join our club for the highly imaginative person
Now you must empathize with the wrong willed yet able to get the country off my knees.I am worn down by the dichotomies
I say, an empty flattery battery.How discharming
The cat ate my enchillado so I shall eat its mice on rice fried dinner…..take that!Sweet revenge
I said re your novel, Send over the end,not,Go round the bend!How can you work that way.. it’s real neat,you say.On your way
These friendless words are neglected so I shall eat them.Or shall I swallow the whole dictionary?
The agenda   fructifies  my daydreams into real works of art.. or cunning at worst.
Even a wild tomato finds a beefburger and fries good once in a while.
Keel over and I’ll snatch you up.I can’t wait.I love your dough so.Give me oil for my lamp keep me churning…. no more spurning

Tree under the new moon

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What  ceremonious geometry

Can describe the sympathy of the parts to the whole.

What self can contain the feelings engendered by

the response of the heartl of the tree

to the space and  light offered

and how the clouds float away on the wind

as I stand ,hand on my throat gazing

and the new moon points me out

Drinks available:Bottled hauteur.

Dandelion and Scared Duck
Nettle Fear
Hyena Tea
Sail on Tea
Trap Water.
Bottled hauteur.
Real Coughy
Lemon Darling’s Water.
Orange Rush
Fetish Beer
Risky on the Rocks
Brand me and saunter.
Tepid Wee
Rhyme Juice.
Appled Aid Her.
Steal Irish Finish

She loved her adverb more than me

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My wife has left me for an adverb.
I don’t know which one it is!
Is it slowly,quickly, nearly?
Life should not be like a quiz.

She told me that she “nearly” loved me,
When “dearly” was what I had hoped.
Life is full of lost illusions…
How do deserted people cope?

I think I should have kept it secret,
For now I sit and sadly grieve.
Do you think my wife is cruel?
What a strange excuse to leave!

Would she leave me for a pronoun?
Would she leave for a full stop?
Would I leave you for a quote mark?
Would I fall into a dot?

Come back,darling for I love you.
I have learned I must take care.
I will go for grammar lessons.
I am sure I can learn flair!

We can write a poem together,
You can choose the topic,dear.
I will hold my pen and write for
They say true love drives out fear.

Did I fear her? Did I love her?
Was she worthy of my heart?
Did she dislike my hairy nostrils?
Was that why we had to part?

Come back Mary,come back Mavis.
Come back Sunny, come back Sue
Without my wife I feel quite lonely.
What is a poor man to do?

I admit I was unfaithful.
God made men to procreate.
Yet I loved my wife the best…
And how I loved her homemade cake