Monthly Archives: January 2017

The Riddle of Life?


Yes but what really counts for you?

There you go through the daily routine unavoidably –
you wash, you clothe,

shoes on,


TV news,
with porridge,
and toast

and on and on
in daily monotonies
as you would say
‘blah blah…’

But what’s wrong with ‘on and on’
– what’s wrong with that?

We do the routine
We do the work thing
We do the – coming home thing
in car, in scooter, in public transport

we do the train
conversations –
‘held up as usual’
– thing

Heh! we exchange
the weather
with our neighbour

Heh! we do the
big (train carriage) yawns
and the exchanging of niceties
and not so niceties
with strangers
– if they will engage

We do the
holding in reserve
non-communication thing

the ‘nowadays’ thing… –

‘nowadays you never know
who you are talking too’ – thing

But every once and awhile
we meet someone who
speaks our language

We are pleasantly surprised
– They understand

’til we reach our divide

At which point
we tolerate them –
as they do us

Friendship will always be at

‘a’ level

Like the car driving up the next ramp
level 2 – level 3 – level 4…
friendship can grow

My oh my!
Those big city ‘levels’
they have some
kind of
capacity to hold
those cars

various in shape and size and
colour and character and
capacity and tenacity
to hold the climb

thus friendship can last.

Leaving your level –
lifts are sought next

and engagement entered into
with the other 4 people
in the mobile hatch elevator –

you are the ring leader
and the communicator
they laugh at your funnies

leaving the lift – lifted.
You took the time to engage

Now to work –
it’s through the door
past a
‘good morning sir…’
type person
who doesn’t engage

Still he will enjoy
the brandy ball sweet
you slip into his hand

or is his acceptance
just being polite..?

…In case you put in a complaint
for his refusal to handle brandy balls

he is afraid you might sue him
or worse still – the firm.

“He showed utmost contempt
for my welfare refusing
to take my brandy
ball sweet your honour”

Politically incorrect behaviour
for a door man
who somehow,
didn’t like brandy balls

I mean?

In and
to your desk

Dealing with ‘down’
in your
usual way

A phone call to somebody

But a phone call this time
to book the tickets
for the show
you will go to
in the evening

but what really counts for you?

How did that thought get in here?

I read it somewhere…

in a post approx.119 lines ago

What really counts for you/me?

A man has to earn a living
And entertain himself

And have philosophical discussions
And reach philosophical conclusions
of a terribly inferior kind

we all do the everyday thing

I’m going to start
to rhyme it now – ok?

In the busy-ness of life
In the midst of trouble and strife
Can you pause to stretch
your mind
Just a little past

your kind
conscience appeasement –

to charity
of money

Remember Samson and the honey?

Will there be a riddle to know?
Will there be an answer to give?
Do you know the sweetness
at the lion’s place for whelps?

Will you be wiped by Samson
or will you solve the riddle of life:
that answers the question –

…what really counts for you?


Before the sweet by and by


This is a poem about a subject that has not yet appeared – as I write.

As I slowly advance and the brain’s buttons are pressed one by one there might be something in sight

Yes – advancing slowly and all the rest
I see I shall make it about – ‘carefulness’ or ‘distress’

You see being careful is good, not to be refused
But there is a careFULL ness that is anxiety in disguise

Misappropriating ‘cause for concern’ leads to depression and a frozen person
That kind of concern is depression leading to fears coercion

     [Until you are battered into a corner
     Tied up in knots with heavy burdens
     So watch for it and don’t let it advance]

Instead casting all your care upon the Son of God’s assertions
He promises to be with you all the time
In your youth, old age or prime

But you must move towards Him in prayer that reaches high
Until you encounter the Son now – before the sweet by and by.

How far have we wandered?


Proverbs 21/16

A man who wanders from the way of understanding (godly wisdom) Will remain in the assembly of the dead.

¶ The man that wanders out of the way of wisdom shall end up in the congregation of the dead.

In modern parlance, in today’s use of words, in the mouths of those who hug the limelight and are admired – increasingly the language expressing the above – is foreign.

In fact laughs all round would be the response to the above words from the foolishness that parades itself as the alternative wisdom.

Immediately the above is dismissed out of hand as being in the same category as old fashioned victorian journals of an ‘uncool’ period of bygone ages – after all now we have the wisdom of rap music (sic).

Now we have those in positions of leadership or authority tearing strips of each other – shouting each other down. It’s a case of who can be the loudest, and most aggressive, or who can score the most points of ridicule against their opponent.

Who can slur the character of the other to the greatest degree affirmed by the cheering multitudes – ‘another score for us!’

A society that has wandered away from the way of understanding whether expressed in Old King James language or not.

The depletion of Godly wisdom in the lives of men and women relegated as part of a bygone irrelevant age.

As decency and value is replaced with brashness and oneupmanship – in the midst of it all the Still small voice still speaks.

But few are they that find.

1 Kings 19:11-13King James Version (KJV)
11 And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the Lord. And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake:
12 And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a STILL SMALL VOICE.
13 And it was so, when Elijah heard it, that he wrapped his face in his mantle, and went out, and stood in the entering in of the cave. And, behold, there came a voice unto him, and said, What doest thou here, Elijah?

It was, it wasn’t, it was…

It was, it wasn’t, it was…
(Circa 1970’s)

I saw while in a day dream trance
The sun shine and a shape enhance

To my head it seemed a man
Crouching low – while all around,

Battered, wrecked, worn and torn,
gnarled, grotesque,
acute disorder – metals all a rust.

In my mind’s eye I did conclude that –
this human shape was merely a hood,

A bonnet of an engine covering

So convinced, I remained,
Astonished to a large degree
at how real it seemed –
sparkling in this metallic scene.

Suddenly as quickly as the sun’s repent,
it went
and this thing bent

did arise and depart to my surprise