Day: April 19, 2017

Et tu, brute

You envy me my sentences astute.
You hate me for my mastery of the sign
So why  throw Ludwig’s ladder with  your doubt?

You wish dismisses me as wild lambs bleat.
You hate the way I draw a  circle  round a  line
You  corrupt me making sentences astute

What use is  it to me to Dirac quote,
To exist on a grant and study Quine,
When phallic symbols are forbidden fruit?

Do children spring from minds of my repute?
Must I as female offer to decline?
You envy me my symbolic repute

What is signified by my own doubts?
Is the unnamed nameless or divine?
Must signifiers suffer signs’ defeat?

If  Kings who lost their heads had but resigned
And infants happy climbed their  wooden frames
You’d envy not my sentences astute.
Post-modernity caused damage  et tu brute

You’re number 870 nine trillion noughts.

I tried to put my card in the right slot
Then  why it asked my number, I forgot
The people waiting all began to moan
So I took their picture with my mobile phone.

I’m posting it on Twitter for  the fame
It’s about time I  found  some other folks to blame
I never sign a cheque nor write with pens
As my spectacles have lost their plastic lens.

I sat down on an armchair in the Bank
And  as I did I felt my spirits sink
How will I get money or pay bills?
By the way, I just made 9 new wills.

After I had  used a credit card
I went outside; I felt my morning marred.
Then  suddenly  my PIN came to my mind
My face smoothed out and lost those extra lines.

I might have it tattooed on my arm
An action that the  Nazis would   acclaim
They numbered  Jews of Europe, stamped on them;
That was when the countdown was begun.

How they tried to take their dignity.
The Jews recited Kaddish quietly
They praised Lord G-d and thanked him,  giving praise
For G-d is most mysterious in her ways.

The Nazis were the first to number man.
And decorate our arms with numbers, what elan.
But now the government seems over-kind.
Or else I’m stupid, mad and  going blind

Numbers have their place but we need names
We’re human, we live in a larger  frame
Once we were baptised   and  named to G-dW
We’re  digits now, machines can hold the Rod.

For numbers need no spelling  like words do
My name is Thornthwaite, morning, how d’ye do?
It’s so difficult to spell, it makes folk shout.
You’re number 870 nine trillion noughts.

One day  soon they’ll have us microchipped
They’ll herd us into lines with their strong whips.
And as we  read the Fifty Shades we  know
The forest glades are better than Soho.

What these signify, no-one can say.

The blind may dream in colours, wild and gay.
They see snow red as blood and sun at prayer.
What these signify, no-one should say.

The sighted may have dreams so drab and grey
Which we uncover listlessly by layer
The blind may dream in colours, wild and fey.

For our sustenance, the soul makes pay
With hope and charity, we sooth the sayer.
What life signifies, no-one must say.

The adverts tell us  women like Milk Tray
Impertinent to  analyse, to dare,
The kind may see  flames colour  in the fray

You cannot buy the best life on Ebay
Some  find the narrow path  of goodness is bizarre
What life signifies, no-one must say.

We find vocation living where we are.
The soil  ,though rough, can grow its flowery stars
The blind may dream in colours, soft and fair
The love of truth is found  through wordless prayer

 

 

The world of trust, of relaxation, tact

Each body cell can  widen or contract
Like individual beings,  each minute,
Each shows  a different world than we expect

In our secrecy, new visions may impact
Our  hidden mind with metaphor’s  astute
As body cells  each open or contract

From  our pain, experience may  distract
The mind and heart and soul can  each  re-route
We see a world more changed than we expect

 

The world of trust, of relaxation, tact,
Tensions   in the mind    will soon cdilute
The choir of cells may sing or  lose affect

Faith in the unknown, what shows our lack?
Can we reach such faith in minute steps?
We see our world  too much under attack

As glows the  candle,  at sweet Fire it hints
Let each respond in   their  own dialect
Each body cell can  widen or contract
We see new worlds, not mirrors  ,blind, reflect