Day: July 4, 2019

What fearsome burning God

 Flowers in mall 2

How softly sweetly,gently flowers pose

Carnation,orchid ,daffodil and rose.
For their intricate petals form a shield
Yet bees with striped force shall make them yield.
Appearances,both natural and contrived,
Mixed with the wiles of human nature thrive.
As knowing not, we pluck the apple rare
And bite its flesh,with teeth we have to bare.
We too deceive the innocent who pass
Not seeing watchers hid behind the glass.
The windows break,the deep earth quakes;
Seized is the maiden ,he  her virtue takes.
Beneath the surface,force and fierceness thrive.
What fearsome, burning God enjoys our lives?

The  new laws passed  that bless the right to kill  

After catastrophic loss we  long to flee
We want the arms of love to hold us still
But where can we take hate and leave it be?

The inner draw of death, its scenery
The  orders  of the proud, the human will
The  catastrophic loss they  long to see

The lovey,dovey, kisses  will all flee
The  new laws passed , they bless the right to kill
The hero crippled in the Great War  bleeds

Burning Jews  cremated mystery
Dresden was a  graveyard, ghosts so still
Oh   bleeding loss oh tanks , oh hanging tree 

Integration, calculus of need
The atom bomb, the  little toys  that thrill
We   long to sate our demons with God’s blood

Post traumatic agony, the bill
Triggers  haunt the fingers in the till
After catastrophic loss we  long to flee
Hatred split from love’s no victory

The harmony of movement and of sense

The natural grace that animals possess
The harmony of movement and of sense
Few Britons  live well in their pallid flesh

The unseen side of skin when  blessed, caressed
Softening the nerves’ we strangle, tense
May bring  that natural grace  Adam possessed

The kindness of the arteries, who addressed
The circulating inner seas that rinse?
Few Britons  live well in their   sacred flesh

The hollow veins ,the pumping   heart , the blush
The expectation intimate, feared lost
The natural grace that animals possess


Vulnerable to others’ speech, ambushed.
Our unused appetites will turn  and twist
The civilised don’t  live well in their flesh

The old and  fragile curse,  they never kissed
We wait too long , articulate no wish
The natural grace that humans once possessed
 We ‘re ill disposed,we falter. long for death