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Houses built of gold and sin

Ante mortem let us trust

For in the grave we turn to dust
Yet in life the poor are cursed
Our treatment post mortem is just.

The worms and beetles care no more
For the rich than for the poor.
They are happy to devour
Bankers,despots,every hour.

Ante mortem, greed does win
Houses built of gold and sin
But God,who lives in each within,
Cares no more for gold thann tin

If post mortem we are judged
Why does the rich person grudge?
Why do we refuse to budge
Right until the final nudge?

Throw away your heavy goods
Live like daisies by the woods..
Fear not hurricane nor floods
As daises grow even in mud.

More dependent on all power
We trust in madmen’s city towers.
Yet One told us to live like flowers…
And enjoy this  life  but for an hour.

Perception is not privilege.
We each have the wits to judge.
See and note where you have smudged
What your creation would allege.

Post and ante, even now
The currents of our hearts allow…
The inner sea which has its flow
To take us where we need to go

The promised land

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Joy sings now in summer light;
Yet after day comes deep,black night.
New moon will rise by these gray trees.
Our earth is where I want to be.

I want the day;I want the night.
I want the dark;I want the light.
I want to see and to be seen,
And not to lose myself in dreams.

The sun has set,gray clouds turn black,
The day just gone will not come back.
I’ll rest in thoughtful reverie
Until the reaper’s scythe takes me.

And then I drop and mix with dust,
till worms and beetles sate their lust.
I fall into ten thousand motes,
And dance,in sunlight,music’s notes.

No more striving;no more ambition,
No more fighting;no competition,
Every particle’s the same
Without even its special name.

And, side by side, we all are one,
The lusts of life have been and gone.
We dwell with dirt and grain and sand
At last we’ve reached the Promised Land

You are of this earth

You  came  to be here gradually,
from the whirling chaos of the dreaming infant,
anchored by the maternal hand to earth.
Do not try to fly back to heaven today.
Be patient;your guides will,with no effort,
Teach you the patterns and the dance.
All you need is to be open and to trust,
For you have a place in the world.
We need your contribution.No-one else
will see this world from your perspective.
And as you trust the chaos now,fear it not
Should it return.Every creative act
involves the breaking of these barriers
by which we keep the chairs and tables
anchored into themselves.The patterns may break up
but new ones are somewhere near.Patience
with this suffering is the only route now.
You cannot go back.Heaven comes only after
you have grown roots into this earth,
grown sunward,and travailed the storms
and stinging blows;
have grown your flowers and leaves
And let them fall.
Accept.
The only way you can go
is the earthly way.
You are part of us.
We love you.
Our hands are reaching out
If you just lift your eyes.
In the Chaos,God danced and rainbows
Flew from his hands and tears fell from his eyes.
Those tears which fertilised our earth.
He wept, knowing of the pain to come;
And yet,he did not cease to dance.

Don’t love as if

A map's a guide to find a world
Knitted by angels,plain or pearled,
And though you need a map as guide,
Keep your own eyes open wide.

I spent a year caught in a map
Until I found a big enough gap
I crawled out through this exit slit,
So here I am,like some half wit.

Words can act like heroin,
You live so high ,where I have been.
But onto earth I gladly fall.
air the sun the rain is all.

My senses are my lovers long-
My ears,my eyes,my skin,my tongue.
The winds caress my naked flesh,
To dwell on earth is all I wish.

I'll live with mice and birds and plants,
I'll share my food with miscreants
I'll keep my words inside a tin,
And only, now and then,go in.

I'll live with cats and spiders three.
And like a wild flower grow quite free.
I'll give my words to those who hear,
And eventually I'll disappear.
Earth to earth then ash to ash,
When soaked with rain I shall disperse.
My atoms wing like butterflies,
And to the Flower I'll fly,disguised
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Let your lips meet gently,

Let your lips meet gently,
the top one resting against the lower,
touching with tenderness
 your own skin to skin.

Forefinger propped on chin,
I let the others dangle,
like leaves on a branch;
how softly gravity tugs them downwards.

Let heart beat quietly,slowly
as the blood circulates
carrying its music ,
a river,
following the path of least resistance.

How the blood vessels receive willingly this flow,
touching it kindly as with tiny open fingers,
helping and being helped.

How the hair on the head
floats
on the breeze,
like tentacles of an octopus
waving goodbye.

Top eyelid loves the lower one;
as we blink they touch
like lovers kissing swiftly
behind a tree.

and how the light comes in
we see a world.
[mine may not be yours,]
but the blink of my eyelid
sends waves through the air,
so we’re all touching and being touched,
lips kissing each other,
kiss all living creatures.

skin to skin.
air to air.

And inside us,the rich darkness
of creative night
 transforms,in turn,
these touches
into dreams

 

Early July 2012

  • Wrapped loosely in that old unlined coat,

    I walked past the lake and the tree where the robin always sang,

    as ducks slid over the water

    hurrying for those multiseeded wholemeal breadcrumbs

    I used to make in the food processor.

    in batches,from our leftover loaves.

    I had no fish for them nor wine,

    but they floated listening to the word of god

    as he spoke in a rushing wind

    through the leaves of mighty oaks

    the beeches and the chestnuts

    time seems like a circle

    I’m here again,in the same place;

    not even bread now,

    just myself to give.

  • That’s my snail’s hand writing.
    I quaked like a jailbird.
    I faked it on the day you were born;
    You are so clear,you are politely transparent

    This was an unnecessary wheedle.I loved you any way.Even when you stood on your head.I knew it was inner tensions that had wrought you to this condition.Accept my numerology..it smirked for me.

    Necessity is the mother of television
    She had nerves on wheels
    She’s as nervous as a democrat in a tyranny of fools
    I’m as nervous as a tabby in a room full of be off stares
    Forever put off until sorrow what you can’t grieve today
    She seems to have a new ease in life since she was elastrickated
    Are you a newbie? No,I’m a booby trap.
    Night guys finish with class
    It’s either fight or play
    Nip and pluck
    Slip it into my hood
    No amounting for waists
    Brainier than how…oh,who?
    It’s a flow and go situation.
    We love a virus…no colds barred
    No whiffs,sniffs. take life with a big fizz.
    Nomads like the higher land
    No one underlikes me.I’m so popular it delights me.
    I’m so clever I like to read the Bible in Chinese..I translated it direct from Aramaic.Where is Aramaic?
    I’m so stiff,I squeak when I get up.
    Keep that frown,it suits you so well

    ?


  • Don’t marinate me again.I’m very tender already.
    Stop beefing about and step this way

    Don’t hook up with your bugs.
    I have my own viruses already.

    I look upside down when you frown..
    I see you’re smiling this way.

    Don’t look at that man in the gloom.
    He could be Jack the Whipper.

    Don’t fake that race.
    Give yourself space.

    Don’t look so mysterious.
    I think we are related.

    Don’t look so cloudy.
    If you want to rain,here’s a tablecloth for your tears.

    You are looking so enticing tonight..
    I could eat you for supper.

    Stop making such a longing glance at him.

    A rolling stone is not a good boss.

    Do you speak the patois?
    No,we dance it here.

    You are looking very glamorous!
    Oh,it’s not you.
    I mean you’re not her.
    Can I buy you six drinks?
    Alternatively,do you fancy forty winks?

    SELL OUT

    I’ll take the railroad and you take the gas pipes.
    And I’ll be in hock land before you.
    For socialism is dying
    While we rich are buying
    The UK’s entire assets and the cat’s miaow.

    Where have all the cowards come from

    You look so miserable,you need gin.

    Can I distress all my sins at once,Father?

    I’ll see how God takes it.. he’s off line just now.

    Many friends give life worth,.

    Toad in the hole

    http://moonbun.hubpages.com/hub/Easy-Toad-In-The-Hole-Recipe#img_url_295700

    This is an old English dish.now one can get sausages made from beef,turkey and other meats instead of pork.Add a bit more seasoning.Make your own sausages?It’s just very finely minced meat and bread!
    I expect they use all the parts we don’t want to buy..
    A turkey’s ear anyone?

    Is vulnerability a bad thing

  • RELAXATION RESPONSE

    http://spiritualintelligence.com/?page_id=10

    The Relaxation Response has been developed by Herbert Benson, MD, based on his research into meditation practices in a wide variety of cultures and religions. The Relaxation Response reflects the most effective common elements of these practices. It has been found to be beneficial in promoting general health and well being, fighting illness and reducing stress. Benson advises that the Relaxation Response is most effective when it is linked with the user’s personal belief system, utilizing what he calls the “faith factor.” These are the procedures for the Relaxation Response:

    Pick a focus word or phrase that is rooted in your personal belief system, short enough to be said silently as you exhale normally. Some suggestions from the Christian and Jewish traditions:
    Our Father, who art in Heaven.
    Echod (The Hebrew word for “one”)
    Shalom (The Hebrew word for peace)
    The Lord is my Shepherd. (Psalm 23)
    My peace I give unto you. (John 14:27)
    Serve the Lord in gladness. (Psalm 100)
    Give thanks to the Lord; for He is good. (Psalm 136)
    You shall love your neighbor. (Leviticus 19:18)
    Hail Mary, full of grace.

    You may also use a more neutral word or phrase such as calm, relax, let go, rest easy, hang loose, or mellow.
    Sit quietly in a comfortable position.
    Close your eyes.
    Relax your muscles.
    Become aware of your breathing, and breathe very slowly and naturally. Simultaneously, as you exhale, repeat quietly in your mind your focus word or phrase. Use only one word or phrase during your sessions so that you can train yourself to relax simply by saying that word.
    Assume a passive attitude, and when other thoughts intrude in your mind, gently disregard them. This is common experience during meditation.
    Continue for 10 to 20 minutes.

    Practice the techniques once or twice daily. Books by Herbert Benson, MD include The Relaxation Response and Beyond the Relaxation Response.

  • Sunday afternoon…
    cat’s sitting by the step
    then runs up rungs
    on fence,pauses
    alert,on top.
    New cat,grey and shabby,
    watches,hesitates,
    turns away.He’s gone.
    Sky so full of grey,
    warm like a poultice
    over my face.
    What’s summer now?
    A leaf dripping rain water,
    A short blast of sunlight,
    A breeze.
    It’s so warm,
    what’s brewing?
    Not only tea.
    Holly berries gloat]
    like scarlet flowers,
    I’m brighter than you!
    but wait, a wood pigeon comes.
    He’ll eat the tree full.
    That’s your destiny,
    A pigeon’s bowel,be
    passing through,then.
    Clearly God does not disdain
    such functions
    For recreation.
    In and out,digested and rejected,
    the seeds will fall elsewhere.
    Wait,what’s this upon my head!
    That was unwelcome.
    But Nature knows no manners,
    Except for trees to bow
    Before the gale,
    And the larger to eat the smaller.
    So it goes on.
    Who digested me before I was created?
    Who will digest me later?
    Just worms and other hidden creatures.
    No doubt,they will form food
    for birds.
    So this wood pigeon
    Which shat upon my head
    May be an ancestor of mine
    Reconstituted.Hence
    I’ll bury its dirt in the earth
    To allow further creation
    To go on being.
    Ongoing being,
    That’s life.
    Digestion.

    Leave a little space

    When you speak,leave a little space.
    And I’ll leave a little space before I respond.
    A space where my mind can gather in her nets
    to see what your sentences draw up..
    The inner seas call out.
    They ebb and flow
    Tossing treasures onto the shore,like
    Sea shells where once your ancestors dwelled.
    Sometimes it’s good to walk that shore line
    with an empty mind.
    The vast space of the sky and ocean
    can be freeing.
    Space for dreamers’ boats to sail.
    to unknown and alluring places.
    Is the wind fair?
    It seems partly chance
    and partly readiness.
    When you speak to me,
    I’ll wait a moment;
    Then, in that space, my words will rise
    to engage and mingle with yours.
    Something new is born…….
    Our creation.
    Leave a little space,
    A little space between us.
    Space is the place for grace,
    for the spirit to enter us.
    Leave a little space for the unknown,unborn,the waiting.
    We must spare a little space for creation
    In between our minds.
    The in between is where life is born

From early October writing…love and humor

  • There were three of us on this motorbike,
    Father Dan with me,
    And he had Jesus in his bag.
    So that makes the total three.

    Transubstantiation is a special thing,
    I looked down at that bag.
    Is Jesus really inside there, I thought?
    Should it have a tag?

    It’s a secret I have never told
    But Father Dan gave it me to hold.
    So I had Jesus in my lap,
    No wonder there’s an awful gap.

    We zoomed off up an unmade road
    As fast as Dan could go.
    I felt bewildered and bemused,
    I loved my Daddy so.

    Father Dan took back his bag,
    And went inside our house.
    I got my marbles out to roll,
    And I ate a chocolate mouse.

    So Three of had taken a ride
    And after that mi Dad had died.
    I saw Father Dan saying Sunday Mass
    With holy Jesus,so I cried.

  • I went to the doctor, he said I’d pre-flu,
    I said “my dear doctor what shall I do?”
    Next time I went, he said “It’s pre- shock.”
    And then I had pre measles,pre mumps and pre-pox

    I ran to the doctor,he said ” You’re pre-well”
    I said “Are you sure it’s not just a pre-quel?”
    Next time I turned up,he’d gone out for a walk
    It’s hard for a doctor who wants to pre-talk.

    I went to the optician, who said I’m pre-blind
    I thanked him for being so intensely unkind.
    I went back to the doctor,and these words I said
    “I’m pre -blind, pre-deaf,pre-ill and pre-dead

  • Found guilty of committing a crime
    Now I am serving my time;
    To this jail, I lately was sent
    For loitering without intent.

    I was standing inside a large Mall,
    Though I had bought nothing at all.
    The judge says it’s bad for the pound
    We should all make an effort to spend.

    So the tax payer is spending on me,
    Is that good for the economy?
    Now I am lingering in here,
    Imbibing the prison atmosphere.

    Strangeways makes an excellent setting
    For the new novel I’ve been plotting.
    You can live quite freely in prison,
    If you possess John Bunyan’s true vision.

    When I have finished this term
    I will not have this lesson to learn
    “If you really want to do naught………………
    Don’t do it where you might get caught”