Day: May 20, 2019

Lonely blue

Cyclamen-2019

I bought sweet cyclamen and thought of you
Wandering through wild poppies  by my side
I don’t know where to put them,they might die.
Then I would feel so sad and lonely blue
All we read of pain and love is true.
Yet we let our hearts stay open wide
I bought sweet cyclamen,remembered you
Wandering through wild meadows  by my side.
I have loved not widely but a few
I have touched on bliss  and when it flies
I have touched the grief that truly  lies
I bought  these cyclamen,oh, where are you?

How to ruin a laptop

Eat your dinner from the  open keyboard
Drink beer while typing
For a touchscreen,use a fork to move the cursor
Hit  the keyboard if you are angry
Keep the teapot nearby and hold your cups over the laptop
Watch violent films and spit as far as you can before hitting your head on the screen
Never close the lid and never clean the keyboard
Keep it in the kitchen next to the microwave
Keep it in the fridge with  raw bacon in between the screen and keyboard
Use it as a doorstop
Carry it about with you without a bag or cover
Hit people on the bus with it and refuse to apologise.

I’d be afraid of  a nuclear accident in my chest

She thought she’d like to be a poet
Calculating her vocabulary was ironic
She wrote free verse in stanzas three lines long
With a short intermission
She learned innocent  and good people
Attract the Evil and that even people who have suffered
Are not less susceptible to wanting power or worship
She learned idolatry is rampant  in men of power
“Men” is naturally inclusive
As you will know if you went to Eton
Or even to Mass in 1956
Why would I want Jesus’s soul even if he is God?
I’d be afraid of  a nuclear accident in my chest
There’s danger around the sacred,we need to know
Satan did have the best lines
Jesus did not answer the questions
We had no right to ask.
I find it’s useful to work with abstract concepts
Otherwise I might suffer too much
Whatever “too much” is
It could be epsilon or delta, you know what I mean?
Isaac Newton.Mercury.The dentist.
Leibniz’ dots.Whatever

He sent the Word, but who can hear the Dead?

The evil  leader  wants to be our god
Controlling thinking, focusing our needs
He rules  us with  the fearsome gun and  rod

Hitler drew the adulation of the crowd
At Nuremberg his ego swelled in greed
The evil tyrant  wants to be a god

With distant face, God heard the violent sound
But from the human world he long has fled
Hitler’s people worshipped what they found

God dwells in his grave now, underground
He sent the Word, but who can hear the Dead?
The evil  man identifies as god

In Church they took Christ’s body in their mouths
Their souls were never present as He bled
Hitler’s human  sacrifices spread

From the Pulpit Jesus’ words were read
As gas destroyed the Jews, where was the threat?
The evil  leader  deigns to be our god
He offers Heaven,  Hell is made instead