Monthly Archives: July 2016

Golden Gates

The story goes, “In days of old, a Man Held this to be self-evident: do not Reveal what’s told to you, until you can Examine its intent; the way is fraught, Each step, a chance to undertake a test — … Continue reading

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The Key to the Wine Cellar

The mysterious bouquet Of past vintage years Has an allure so strong That the prohibition Could cause more harm Than the intoxication.   Please give me just a sip And I shall be content Knowing that it is no longer … Continue reading

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Noises

I went to bed sometime last night, But early this morning I woke with a fright, For I could hear as plainly as light is day A mouse, in a corner, begin to say:   “I love to make noises … Continue reading

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Holding You Close

  Holding you close, my soul’s at ease, As if you’ve lifted Life’s disease Of hunger, sorrow, and trying To stop disaster and dying, Especially when ‘vis-a-vis’.   Other ones I could never please, Beating me down to humble knees; … Continue reading

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Words

(The tune running through my head when I wrote this poem was “If” by Bread – see below)   If words were all I had to use, No one could comprehend, How glad I am that I can choose Some … Continue reading

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The Tod of Mod

  The superficial thinker Is spreading his pseudodox; The sneaky little stinker Diseases hearts with his talks; He believes in nothing But making money, hand over fist; He believes in nothing, but nothing, He’s a well-known atheist: He’s the Tod … Continue reading

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Water Works

  Ask me what it’s like to help raise My mother: you have to show her You care for her, and give her praise.   Easy you say? Have you ever Listened to grown-ups who can talk Incessantly about things … Continue reading

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Despair

  Where is the hope That once had lived In the heart Of the shallow hill? Has it sunk Below the muddy mire Of the lowest hole, Or risen above The stormy waters Of the bleak sky?   How can … Continue reading

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Sleeper Cells: spiritual fifth columnists

The Coming of the Holy Grail There aren’t too many books in this world which can turn one’s world-view entirely upside-down. This book does, and in such a way that it makes one wonder if one’s thinking has always been … Continue reading

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An Aching Oak or Ailing Elm

Groping upward, toward the heavens, The dying tree’s old limbs, Bleached by the sun, Seemed at odds, “sixes and sevens”, With the sky’s dark blue hymns, Knowing life’s done.

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