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Postprandial Pals

POSTPRANDIAL PALS

When the curtain falls
Those acting opponents
Clean off all the pancake
And repair to the pub

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Reconciliation

RECONCILIATION

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

No Way Out But In

NO WAY OUT BUT IN

No way to cease
The perceived
External
Robotic
Repetitive
Combat of blind
And mindless hatred
Spewing forth war after war
Thick clouds of noxious smoke
Filling libraries with thick volumes
Wise man authors detailing atrocities

But here though
Lies a chance
Internal
Nondifferential
All-absorbing
Unceasingly creative
Returning to the source
That gave us birth in return
In here is to be found
Peace eternal
Within this
Disturbing dream
Or should I say nightmare
Self-created as is all

Dover Beach

DOVER BEACH – Matthew Arnold (Published 1867)

The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Ægean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

DOVER BEACH – The Fugs (Released 1967)

A Word To The Wise II

A WORD TO THE WISE II

Worry, worry, worry
Kills you in a hurry

So let things be
And you will see
More days

And those days
Will also sweeter be

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See https://mindfulbalance.org/2018/01/19/create-a-space/

The Voice: Four By Six

THE VOICE

An untamed voice cries out
“Here’s to awakening”
And the clink of glasses
Resounds from shore to shore

Cool Jets Only Thank You

COOL JETS ONLY THANK YOU

A world that will not slow
To match me step by step
Is not worth living in
And so I shall recline

Nuptials Ongoing

NUPTIALS ONGOING

She’s always found right
Whereas he’s always found wrong
He’s her perfect match

He’s probably right
Whereas she’s probably wrong
But he keeps the peace

Chiselling at it
Venturing past right and wrong
They’ve found perfect peace

Spirit In Repose (22a)

SPIRIT IN REPOSE

Quite at peace
Is how you find me
Quietly
Confident
Of the coming day and yes
Those that follow too

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Shadorma November

MLK Forever (21a)

MLK FOREVER

Not today
Tomorrow perhaps
Yet us yet
Still believe
We shall in a peaceful way
Overcome some day

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Shadorma November

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