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I Told You There’s No One There (Republished)

I TOLD YOU THERE’S NO ONE THERE

Some folks on the road to heaven
Are tempted to go astray.
All knew Parson Brown was one of these,
And golf what he wanted to play.

For he was only human.
But his flock didn’t see it that way.
“A vicar succumbing while we’re around?
Say, that’ll be the day!”

So every time he drove past the course
He saw the windows wide
And knew well that his stern parishioners
Were watching from the other side.

His frustration raged within him
Till he woke one morning at five.
The weather was fine and they were all asleep
As he crept down to the drive.

He quickly made his way to the course
And headed out for the first green,
Chuckling at the thought of what he was doing
And all without being seen.

But he’d forgotten the Angel Michael,
Who roused God from his forty winks
And said, “Wake up, Sire, it’s Parson Brown
And he’s out there on’t links!”

“Then I must punish him,” said God.
“As you know, it’s my wont with men.
And I promise you one thing, Michael;
That he won’t do this again!”

The vicar meanwhile was teeing off
In the early morning sun
But what a surprise he got when he found
That he’d scored a hole in one.

“Lord have mercy,” he exclaimed,
“Mercy upon my soul.”
But he’d even stronger language
When it happened at the second hole.

He went on to complete his hat trick;
Such golfing must astound.
The only man in history
To achieve an eighteen stroke round.

Even Michael, who’d watched the whole thing,
Couldn’t quite take it all in.
“But … but … but …” he spluttered to God,
“Tell me, how will THAT punish his sin?”

A wicked smile traversed God’s face,
And he answered, “Extremely well.
You and I may know what happened
But who can Parson Brown tell?”

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Note that both God and Michael have broad Yorkshire accents.

I Have Not Locked The Door (Republished)

I HAVE NOT LOCKED THE DOOR

A prophet without a name
A patriot without a country
Lost in a dying church
Lost in a black prison
Spanish prison
Small yard to walk round and round
Dry throats of guitars
(This is a short poem
For those who have someone to return to)

When you really need to be close to someone
You do not dare go away and admit you have failed
That is why people sometimes spend the night together
And stay together forever
Until even the touch of another’s hand is empty
And you share things individually

Take a last grand look down the fire escape
In case you ever need to run away fast

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So … I decided, on reflection, to give a little background to this piece. Picture someone who is trapped in a relationship and is trying to give some advice to a good friend who is about to enter one. This is not written from a personal here-and-now perspective, but is not pure fantasy either. I simply wanted to capture some of the intimate, unspoken feelings from that point and moment in time. View it as a mental movie to enjoy (or otherwise, as desired); expand it to 90 minutes; make a movie; do it well enough and you could be talking Oscars. Selah.

H2O

H2O

Here one sees water
While here is ice and here steam
One seamless lesson

Flies (Reposted)


…..
…..
…..
FLIES

One fly
On either side of a pane of glass
Each one crawling
Concentratedly searching
For a way through this invisible
But so tangible barrier
To its freedom

Neither
Seems to notice the other
And so is not disheartened
Or amused
To see the vanity of it all
Still less consider what then
If the glass is but a mirror

So people too
At liberty within the boundaries of their minds
Yet feel themselves imprisoned
And long to escape
Into the freedom they have made
Of another’s prison
And this they call love

Wonderland (A Four By Six)

WONDERLAND

Alice’s tea party
Forever moving on
Infinity plus one
Defies mathematics

Happy Ending (A Sept)

HAPPY ENDING

Hush
Dear one
Dry those eyes
Ugly ducklings
Turn into
Graceful
Swans
…..
…..

Poetry challenge #2: Swans

Maitre D’ (A Four By Six)

MAITRE D’

I spat into the soup
Unclear why this might be
Anger or derision?
While they partook of it

Irony And Ignorance

IRONY AND IGNORANCE

The ant and the elephant

Each mistress of her own kingdom
And victim (twice) of history

Each ignorant of the other
Yet both have the same ending

Strange the way things work out

Travelling (Reposted)

TRAVELLING

Here a trunk
full of souvenirs

There a wardrobe
full of costumes

A comfortable chair
to enjoy the present

A mirror
… for reflection

And an open door
with a WELCOME mat

for the future

“In the night the walls disappeared
In the day they returned”

This is room enough

for a journey

Nataraja

Nataraga

NATARAJA

See Shiva shiver
From the cold? Or ecstasy?
Who feels it knows it

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“Nataraja, is a depiction of the Hindu God Shiva as the cosmic dancer who performs his divine dance to destroy a weary universe and make preparations for the god Brahma to start the process of creation.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nataraja

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