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Friday, 18 August 2017

Life As If It Were A Soap Opera

Fifty odd years ago the satire on suburbia
was as tidy as suburbia itself.
'Little boxes, little boxes....
little boxes full of tick tacky.... '.

The listener knew that it as an attack
on how twee suburbia could be
the sing-song voice of the chorus
was all too cute for it's own good.

Now as householders age
so they can take comfort
in the new digital tweeness,
videos of cats doing things
om facebook, and make themselves
a newer, even more hermetic, bubble
than that of old, out of such light fare
that not even the satire
of a saccharine chorus can pierce it.

Thursday, 17 August 2017

Misanthropic Potential

The less a man wants to know of his neighbour
the less he wants to know of himself.

Wednesday, 16 August 2017

Philosophical Super-Heroes

They are not quoting Nietzsche as you'd expect
 any well respected ubermench would, but Dostoyevsky.

The Trees Have Eyes

And they can tell by other means as well
when we are careless, and too tired to help them
 give us the rest and sustenance to keep all things well.

Tuesday, 15 August 2017

Reversing Into The Future

Wanting to be both popular and right
has always been the height of hypocrisy-
the words of world leaders prove this.

That is why I accept belief in God;
his inconsistencies echo all human life,
all writ large enough to be recognizable
through the different religious beliefs

It has always been impossible to combine
Omniscience, Omnipresence and Omnipotence.
Any two of them combine together quite well,
but getting the third to fit is what makes it harder
to sustain with goodwill and logic, in faith.

I live for insight; let my mistakes be visible,
and let me know beyond having to see
that there is a life in the world to come.

Monday, 14 August 2017

Heaven Is....

a place where everything is direct,
there are no displacement activities
nor are there weapons or aggression.
All needs are met in mutuality and ease.

There is no advertising; no hope deferred
the more to be multiplied into wants
that prove impossible to meet.

In Heaven there is neither debt,
nor ownership, nor is there hunger.

We will rarely find the ease of Heaven
on this earth, and where it is presented to us
we surely know, but don't like knowing,
that what we see is surely a disguise
for a chain of dis-ease that we can't see
which we know goes on in other places.

But with the strengths for today
that we have we can meet the needs of a few,
without knowingly dis-serving many more.

That is if we really want to......

Sunday, 13 August 2017

Grey Light

Everyone suffers personal crises,
sufficient to test their resolve to live.

After they happen the sufferer will describe
the event as 'a test', or a darkness, and further add
that for the time after they were 'led by a light',
as if sensory metaphors for living come in pairs
when we struggle with both life and language .

The light that leads them on need not be that bright.
And the lower it's power whilst leading folks on
then the more efficient the grace it leads us in.

Where the lights direct us well,
let their smallness be enough also.

Survival is living beyond the need to brag.