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Rhyme Walk

RHYME WALK

‘You are a spot on the ceiling of existence’
Too cold – try again
‘You are a cell in the kaleidoscope of history’
So so –  one more:
‘You are unique – and an individual specimen
of human kind’

You are a person as all person’s we be

One only is you
Never again is you
What will you do?

Can you spin like a top?
Can you cook in a pot?
Can you try harder next time?
Can you lie back and unwind?
Can you cause a storm?
Can you sleep in a dorm?

Norm – ally I wouldn’t ask you these things
But I am bringing it all back home
As we speak
So – rhyme just to ease your mind
I’m doing this to see what I find

I’m simply taking rhyme for a walk
(- as I allow myself this indulgence)
But really there ain’t much sense in my talk.

Now at this you might balk(?):
But I like the word-play game
Isn’t it a large part of the word domain?

None of this I hasten to add
Has any form of real wisdom
Or desirable worthwhile truth

I just like enjoying the pattern on the curtain
Of a Riddle’s-esque design

Colour enrichment
– with emotion – oft doth chime

………….

The language of truth and light
That’s a whole other ball game
No entertainment there
Just profound reverent awe of God

As the King of kings steps into the ring
against darkness
And fights to win your battle

Offering you His title:
Christ-one
To be received with thanks

But note – He is not mocked
in any shape or form

To Him I will answer –
But He is not too severe –
but severe still
towards all that destroys.

Glad I got here into something more
grave and profound

I lost the rhyme
but – true truth – has been found.

 

Friend for a season?

FRIEND FOR A SEASON?
(a Christian’s experience of new friends…)

Somebody took a chance on you
Took a chance that you were real and true

Somebody took a chance on you
That with all your profound talk
You were just ordinary and wouldn’t scoff

Wouldn’t use rough insensitive language
Whilst you gave your spiritual sandwich

They took a chance on you
On your sincerity and
despite your strongly held beliefs

Took a chance that you were warm and
not on a ‘superiority’ trip

They took a chance on you
and liked your friendship
even though their thoughts
went from
embrace to holding at arms length

They took a chance on you
but they haven’t been in touch lately…

I Corinthians 1/23 (Amplified)

Only art

ONLY ART

Choosin’ words choosin’ space
Choosin’ shapes and putting them in place
Stretching paper – pencil sharpened
Studious ponder – already disheartened?
Plow on – perspiration before inspiration
Then again – will thoughts produce celebration?
In poetic mode comes the message
Paper soaked with colour at the right percentage
All – endeavours to get something out
But its only art – without a doubt.

Out of Depression

OUT OF DEPRESSION

“Yes I know! – There you go!”
then – “goodbye”
the phone’s the gizmo
never before addressed with such info
but down the line the communication went
stirring inner ear vibrations in an accent
the ‘gossip’ about a girl’s success
passed from friend to friend with finesse
weeping with those who weep
rejoicing that they restored their beauty sleep
‘out of depression’ – I hear
glad they’re back up – to have it disappear
they were down, down, down – man
but something broke – they lost the ‘dead pan’
now they are fun to be around
a spring in their step – they’ve newly found
– down the gizmo – let all know
they are up and running
get’n on with their show.

Abstracts Together

Abstracts together

(Left to right from the top):

Down through scaffolding
Figure 1
Abstract on the diagonal
Unresolved
Running Animals
Working Guitar

Words passing onto paper as abstracts developed:

Obliterating to find…pen line intuition…passing hooks…cerulean blue with essential direction line…with tension giving lines…without over spending…tie up…shapes vying for attention…multi-filled piece…spiral platform…enmeshed head…patterns in life and art…the work that cranes do…where does it all end…dynamic brought full out…a barrage of abstraction released upon the world…pale fire…an abstract a day keeps the doctor away…only jokin’…laybrynth…this looks better with music…abstract enjoined…don’t let this fool you…

abstracs together

Life’s Culture

Life’s Culture

We love the drum solo
We love the sound of those
harmonious chords
We like this song of quirky sound
We like this poem of balance and
rhythm and rhyme

Great voice –
these words work tenfold
over and
above the norm

Latch on to that saxophone –
how it curdles and percolates
the
coffee of sound

And now reach over and
turn up the volume
For that supremo –
of investigative jazz guitar

Oh Spanish one! How skilful
you play
What’s that you say?
No – haven’t heard of him –
but I will at weekend’s repose

Great work –
originality – is it a long lost word?
– time for it’s resurrection

Be bappa bappa ba –
bappa bappa ba…
Do you know that one?

Lend me that book would you?
The cover splurge stirs my interest

A new what shop? Record shop?
Wow! Back in time here we go…

See you in the restaurant with
my MP3’s
A slice of cake?
Hmmm no….

Paint me a picture – I want to
order one now
Money has unexpectedly arrived

So I will indulge myself
in one of your works.
Better still I will call up to see
them soon…

No I won’t ask how long it took
to paint
And last but not least –
make sure it’s in watercolour

The simple things in life
Lasting indentations on the brain.

Advanced Regression

ADVANCED REGRESSION

Dancing – advancing leaps and bounds
“Comparatively speaking”
I hear no one say

Mankind has embryo’d – and stem celled –
and conjured with his DNA –
and experimented and concluded –
and thinks to have found a way

For with his knowledge increase
He hopes to take away all defeat
And per-fect himself –
when new ways are found

Stoned on his success
He ignores the dismay

Of a world gone further wrong
In a multitude of ways

He thinks –
To Increasingly solve corruption’s claim
But makes the same
mistakes
over and over again

What’s been done –
compared with what has not?

What’s been achieved
pales before the mess
civilisation has got

There’s need for the realisation
That man won’t reach self-perfection
But those puffed up with knowledge
Will rise in reaction
With a self-styled salvation

Rejecting they think
‘pie in the sky’
for ‘meat on the plate’

But God’s handiwork is found
profound – all around

The maker’s hand that made it all
plain to be seen without a doubt

No written guarantee –
for an extra charge
will assuage corruption
Rather:

”Mountains fall on us in our fears”

The day has come for a
A wake up call perhaps too late

As the supersonic – stem-celled world
totters on its wobbly legs of achievement
and the world is folded up like a garment.

Don’t take away from the good it can bring?
Indeed no – but there is always too far to go.

Stop and think it over:
Mental blindness –
Ostrich head in the sand
Achievements seduction

millions annihilated –

while we speak
and still
don’t understand.

Now hear this!

NOW HEAR THIS.

Now hear this! Now hear this!
All manner of persons go forth
and multiply…

Multiply goodwill towards all men
See to it – pronto

You all know
That’s the way to travel

Willing another’s highest good
But in return
you might get a stomach churn

As man’s inhumanity to man
in churlish action
drops his fellow man to the ground…

…for what might sound a reasoned cause
But becomes a mess of wires crossed

As violent natures all askew
Throw caution to the wind and
unrestraint
casts aside

all but the
cuckoo’s eggs

I only am left?

But there is seven thousand who
have not bowed the knee to Baal

Of sober exchanged character they be
who follow the dove and the lamb
to see

If the time has arrived for departure.

And what’s more they often in rickety
ride are tossed for a time
but
– return, rest, renew, – peace sublime

Finding themselves again
at His feet
What does this mean?

Run out of steam and
they gain a greater strength

Strength to endure
to the end
and
so shall be
– fully set free