The  agency for souls is in  its space
Sending new souls through to be well placed
I see it in the mountains ,shining lakes.

The water shivers with the rivers  underground
The babies enter life with   cry and song
The  agency for souls is  love gone strong

As the matter and the spirit wind
Interlaced with love and work and mind
We see might in the mountains grand designs

Each soul is an agent, human, kind
Brought to earth and  softly  held,defined
The  agency for souls is  love unblind

We  have our  own vocation, we have guides
Our talents  and our weaknesses beside
Sculptured are the mountains  dignified.

We are more in heaven on this earth
When souls are how we measure people’s worth
The agency is how we know his Mind

A soul must be embraced and brought to earth
Where there is love we hope there will be mirth
The  agency, the soul,  can  take its  space.
I see  love  by  the waterfalls, sun chased

Wurt’zmicat= where is my cat
Wurzmidinner= where is my dinner
Midadsmokes= my father smokes
Deyelikekippers= are you a maths teacher?

Avityeroanway= have it your own way
Amgointechurch =I am going to church
Yecanseesatanin’t mirror= one can see Satan in the mirror
Izzitrainin= is it raining?
adoantwant t’ gotoskool=I am menstruating
pizeanirrationalnumber=I am going to Confession
Izzgodtranscendental= can we pay the rent?
Amgoint’etbuzzstop=I am leaving home
Alostmibuzzfairmam=I am a thief

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/serious-art-thats-funny-humor-poetry

Extract

Carolyn Forché, someone who has never been accused of being a funny poet, has said “irony, paradox, surrealism . . . might well be both the answer and a restatement of [Theodor] Adorno’s often quoted and difficult contention that to write poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric.” But what did the philosopher and critic Adorno mean by this fatuous statement? No poetry? Or just a very, very serious and earnest poetry? Because, let’s face it–earnestness is almost always bad art. Good art makes us think; it has more questions than answers. Often, but not always, satire does this too. But earnestness almost never does this–that’s not its job. Earnestness is comforting. It wants to hug us. And we want to be hugged sometimes. But sometimes we want to laugh while poking holes in self-righteousness and oppression, whether it be literal political oppression or oppression of a quieter sort – cultural and aesthetic oppression. Irony and satire are such a good antidote to oppression because oppression needs to be earnest (or at least look earnest) in order to be feared by those it seeks to cow. Oppression cannot work alongside irony because it believes in its own righteousness and a monolithic concept of truth that must be asserted to the oppressed with a straight face. Irony and satire are the tools by which the oppressed get to make fun of the oppressors without the oppressors getting it.

 

Dust Cursed when Father’s Cross hung in outer Banach space
Deeds were heard.He left.
No insight.Graphs discontinuous
Both sides toasted at once please with old  jam  and whipped streams
Bath and laugh.Pay as you gloat.Pray and demote.Exam with no notes

Pensive Frenzy Penis Wednesday
Died or laid beside. Decide.Deride.Derrida deceived her
Deconstructed destructured destabilised, de-lied de truth sat on me
Too wide.She implied.What a bride.All undenied
She was beside herself.Disassociation.Double woe man

Logic’s no magic
Tragic sentences deliberated in the Tower.
Heads off trouble
Inferno detered her.He went up in flames.Boy’s games
Paradise crust over minced groats on brown pies
Dante ilio braganzi.Fancy?
Beowulf organza dress for wild dancer
Prise before Fall.
Salvation deterioration.
Golden letter.Feel better.
Godly  rites .Music
Sleights of Sand
The Tide came in