Pray Father, forgive me my blushing.I’ve got Wikileaks and a new obsession.
Tell me more, my child.
I think someone has been inside my computer.
They can’t be human beings
Why not , Father?
Well, we are not thin enough to get into the computer.
Ah, they turn themselves into particles and come in with the current
when it’s high tide.
Do you mean tied?
No, Father. I’ve not been reading that book.
Neither have I but in the confessional, I’ve heard it all.
And how does that make you feel?
Why pay to read a fantasy when you can dream up your own?
Some are born dim… others become dim…….
Well, any sins tonight.
I’m so sorry.I was planning to tell a lie but I forgot.
There’s a list of sins in the Missal…
Yes, I’ve not tried most of them yet… just got a pang of anger
when aa brick fell on my head.
That’s natural, my child.
Has a brick ever fallen on your head, Father.
Not yet but I’m only 97.
Wow, you look much older.Are you longing to diet?
Why, is there no food in heaven?
I wonder who cooks.
Maybe they live on manna.
Does God eat food?
That was one topic we never did in the cemetery.
Do you mean the seminary.
At my age , it’s all one.
You have reached Nirvana….congratulations.
Well.I’d prefer a cup of tea.
You English!
What are you?
I’m a great Dane.
Did you say a grey Dane.
That too.
Well perk up; the show’s not quite over till the gnat really sings.
Do gnats eat string?
String… it’s my passion.Love it or mate it…get involved.
Live a little.
And for your penance… you must have a bath…
Why?
I don’t like the way you smell.
Well, I am a dog.. we like a sniff.Can I borrow your hanky?
Definitely.
I’ll wash it for you.
Well, it’s not over till that gnat gets a swing!

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The hunted caught  and shocked in  narrow trap
Like grave, new dug,  for victim  fearing  death
Who shrinks  and wildly looks for  any gap

Too anxious, quick, to rest or find a map
Aware of every sign of any wrath
The hunted caught  and shocked in  narrow trap

At least the chase is over, no escape.
Yet uncertain why she is the sacrifice
She shrinks and wildly looks for any gap.

In terror now her eyes roam all distraught
When dead she will  then need no one’s advice
The hunted caught  and frozen in this trap

Who’s the monster,  for whom she’s been caught?
Whose the sin and why this sacrifice?
She blindly, wildly looks for some safe space.

What the city, what the land unwise
Whose the God  who  needs such cruel demise
The hunted caught  and laid in  narrow  grave
Shivers  with closed eyes in  her last cage

 

 

 

The equation of the phallus and the pen
As if men put black ink inside their pants
Shows lack of insight , lack of real wisdom

When we write the words like insects come
Created by the heart and by the hand
Algebraic phallus  crawls by pen.

Is a women’s world a passive one
Expelling full grown foetus onto land…..
Showing vision, and the body’s own wisdom?

From creative seas,    the fluid senses come
Neither fighting nor enchanting on the strand
Unconfusing phallus and the pen.

Do men  really dip their organs as they run
To start a poem or fetishize an end;
What ,insight,? It’s confusing  mind and pun

Do we not have metaphors  to hand
We create  from the sensual all  unplanned
The equation of the phallus and the pen
Implies men do no work just let it come

I am a  Christian woman because sometimes Jesus swept.Though why no man imitated him is beyond me.
Mary Magdalen was the first chiropodist on record.She cried when she saw nails and annointed feet.
Mary Magdalen was not a tart.She was thinking about Quantum Mechanics and was not in touch with her body.Any money was invisible to her naked eye.
Peter portrayed Jesus and he’d never been to any art lessons.
Do you believe men stalked on water?I do.They have been like that since God created woman.Why can’t they do it once a  year like stags?
The apostles couldn’t catch fish as they didn’t darn their nets.Jesus sewed them and how.
The acts of the apostles would benefit  from  adding the reveries  and dreams the Apostles
Do you confuse Epistles and Apostles? Me, too.
St Paul was a great poet.He made it all up himself and he was  the first romantic poet according to A N Wilson
If I saw a burning bush I’d call the Fire Brigade.Does that explain the Death of God?
I’ve heard that still small voice.It’s my husband whispering in my ear.I hope!
I wonder if Jesus ever ate a sandwich.There are a few deserts  near the Holy Land
But they didn’t have sliced bread, of course.
Is it true they had no icecream at that time?Did they have Milk Tray.
I know the  Jews discovered God.That’s what Hitler didn’t like: The Ten Commandments.He wanted enforced Evolution  of a Master Race.Which turned out different from Natural Selection.Would you select him?God neither.
I just wonder why Hitler  lasted so long.Look at the Old Testament and see G-d there.Has he/she evolved too?
I  wish I could have been a code breaker.I was born too late despite being premature.
I’ve always been a bit rapider than thou.Hell or heaven? Let’s go slower.