Looking into things
(S)he realised I am Trump!
Time for a rethink …
Did I have a hand in this?
And what do I seek to learn?
Earlier in between showers
(S)he went into the garden
(With not a Maud in sight)*
Ladybird, ladybird fly away home
Your house is on fire, children all gone
Going, going, going, gone
India told me once just be
Give the wheel away
But not to just anyone
Don’t be so laxy#
Open the canister, get to the man inside
Quiet and thoughtful of others
Not the fly God
Nor the shy god
Believe and you will be transformed
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# No, not a typo. 🙂
THERE’S ONLY ONE I IN BIGOTRY
God gave us two eyes
In His infinite wisdom
So we could see things
From more than one point of view
But one too many for some
PLEASE HELP US GOD
We know the drill
If not from life then TV
“I swear to tell the truth
The whole truth and nothing
But the truth so help me God”
So much of what we believe
We know is but subjectivity
Built as we grope our way
Of calcified assumptions
And received knowledges
There does indeed exist
An essential framework
With a good and a bad
That is nicely pliable so
Applicable as required
Sadly heart and mind concur
We are all too oftentimes
Cut off from our source
And so unwittingly impose
Our own distortions instead
COMMENTS ARE US
It is believed by many
The world was created
By a god or a goddess
And we hir creatures
One hand, many fingers
Or maybe two hands
With the one full of light
The other full of darkness
Most of the time it seems
We individuals are hybrids
Putting ever busy hands to
Every last thing imaginable
Building and then destroying
Drowning in our own opinions
Is is what is – Comments are us
THE SUNLIT PATH
She follows her heart
Save in the certain knowledge
That it is not hers
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.
Unendingly we puzzle and wrestle
To make some kind of a sense of
This motley old world of ours
This mad higgledy-piggledy mishmash
Of ecstasy and misery, joy and pain
On-off light and dark, good and evil
Why oh why oh why, we wonder
Does whoever created such beauty
Permit also ugliness, such cruelty?
What stories and parables we devise
Telling of gods and devils locked tight
In pitched battle until we know not when
After some time looking into the case
Internally as well as beyond these eyes
Decided we see projection, in both senses
The dualistic dual played out in the world
Actually takes place within our own minds
No matter why we may find ourselves here
Ours is the awesome power and free will
That is our inheritance and our birthright
And also therefore ours the responsibility