It whispered
From afar its sutble tones lay
On a bed of acceptance
Pillows tossed away the heat
Competing against the harsh winter
Where grey found its way
And south was the compass point
A mane that once tested wind
Now lay among a barbers tread
Coin handed for less chore
As nods of reflection
Bows with the brow
And body limply rises from the chair
For age slips unnoticed
From behind an invisible cloak
Once a vibrant image
Where fear held no quarter
And dare danced free
Tears now weep in silence
Minds race through catalogues
Titled, where did you go?
Recalling a thousand memories
Of the good and the bad
As fingers navigate
A well worn face
Come back to me!
A desperate cry departs
But no-one listens
Another day goes by!
Santa could you help me out, I’m in a dozen shades of doubt
Half the world is ‘weapons out’, all the rest just scream and shout
“Don’t do this and don’t do that, would you kindly pause your spat?”
Arms dealers are getting fat… I can’t afford to heat my flat
Grain and fuel are pricing high, body bags in short supply
And thousands duck yet thousands die
But Santa it’s the time of year to spread a little Christmas cheer
And let those that wont listen hear the guns fall silent far and near
So Santa could you help me out and sprinkle your goodwill about
To link the arms of atheist, agnostic and devout
For whilst so many gods abound at every compass point around
Can there not be a middle ground
But all the world says, “We’re the good,” or, “You’re the villain in the hood,”
Or, “You will soon be gone for good.” And diplomats are blocks of wood.
So Santa can you clarify the who, the what, the where, the why
For far away the people cry and one man says that nukes may fly
So war may soon be hereabout, I hope we have sufficient clout
Hey, Santa, could you help us out?
But turn one compass point in your heart
and so to the palpitations of love
cause life to burgeon as if it be from the rod of Aaron
lay root imperceptible of ages
such foundation resolute
To her tender hands of Akashik birth
centuries in her echo the voice
which conscience alone shall bare the witness of
for all and all for love
its repose on sacrificial
The garden of Magdalene attended
each tear in joyous and sorrow watered
lay the roots of imperceptible ages
the seed she carried
of truth un-withered in its blossoming
In her heart such a thorned crown
and in psalm her proclamation abounds
these messages of love
by the blood of Akashik
waters baptisms would rejoice in all of us
And so branded the harlot by the patriarch
the miserable chemical dissatisfied
for centuries trampled in disregard
the mother of
the children of God.
There's a place on the globe that everyone's heard
and the place is 'God knows where',
but instead of a phrase God gave it a word
and the word is 'Solitaire'
At each compass point lies blistering sand
under blue relentless sky
not the best location you can understand
for the World's very best apple pie.
For they serve it here with an ice cold beer
just pick it up and hold it in your thumbs
and keep an eye out for the Weaver birds near
as they forage on the table for the crumbs.
There's a gas station and a general store
anyone dropping by never stays
and you can see just why, in the lot nearby
all the vehicles have seen better days.
Check your car's got gas, and the water level's high
if you leave and break down, you'll be dead
but just remember to take with you Moose MacGregor's apple pie
then at least you will die well fed.
Feb 11th 2016
A memory of my time in Solitaire, Namibia, and THE world's best Apple Pie.
I can see why they stuck it in a desert. Otherwise there'd be none left.
For contest 'Take a vacation', sponsored by Lin Lane
Revelation to a nation
as you buy a ticket
to your final destination
“Coach class!”
said Balaams’ ass
“can you not see
you cannot pass”?
Insight into man’s plight
an answer perhaps
for the harvests’ blight
Nothing new that is not skew
twisted words
‘bout the innocent you slew
Prayer mats rolled
to compass point
as was told
by men of old
Love and Mercy
Has passed you by
As that Man
Appears up high
Don’t bow your head
But bow your knee
To the only One that sets you free
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