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A Twist On Beneficence

A TWIST ON BENEFICENCE

“These damned Rep…tiles!
God rest their souls,” say I.
My single simple condition?
That they be dead and gone first.

The Pilgrim’s Progress (Republished)

THE PILGRIM’S PROGRESS

Will I reattain as it was written
The ocean where crystals shatter and drip
A will-o’-the-wisp with magic lantern
The westering shrouds of a mourning ship?

Will I be arrested on the waters
Carried off to the strand of the dead
Among the willows by the river
Where the grass is scattered and the shadows are fled?

The quality of majesty in a jealous god
To leave an amnesty in his will
Miscellaneous chaos still takes its toll
The cannons sound across the hill

The smoking candle, the sounding bell
Written and arrested as it shall be
While one skull wanders in search of a ring
The other stares open-mouthed at me

Irrepressible

IRREPRESSIBLE

A light extinguished
Need only be rekindled
To shine forth once more

Limbo

LIMBO

Swing ‘twixt hope and fear
Unending uncertainty
Our sole companion
Sweating like limbo dancers
Watching the lowering pole

Chores

CHORES

This afternoon
I have to walk into town

First it’s to the dentists
To tell them she won’t
Need that appointment now

Then to the post office
To mail off the form
Removing her from the
Electoral roll

Fortunately it’s sunny and dry

It’s two weeks tomorrow

Life As A Quiz Show

LIFE AS A QUIZ SHOW

And the answer is …
Sorry, you ran out of time.
Next contestant please.

Free As A Bird

FREE AS A BIRD

Woke up this morning
Nothing to live or die for
I sang my heart out

The Plan

THE PLAN

One thousand golden days
Ten thousand sparkling thoughts
Spread out here before us
At least that was the plan

Reconciliation

RECONCILIATION

It is never too late
To say your peace
Unless of course
You leave it too late

Post Mortem

POST MORTEM

Here we is
(Here moving with I still)
Questions meet answers
Hand on hand
(A Rubik’s Cube)
But (Praise Jah)
We’s escaped Google’s dread grasp

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