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In the back of my head, in the garden shed,
I see him as clearly as fresh white paint:
A little boy sat on the creosote floor,
Dragged grazed knees hugged up to his chin,
So familiar, so resonant and never faint.
He shivers and weeps on the wooden ground,
Alone, almost silent, with hardly a sound,
In retreat from a world he cannot understand
That Is ruled and defined by a callused hand.
It's his seventh birthday and a slowing flood
Of mucus and blood flows from swollen lips,
A tooth bares a nerve and a jagged chip,
But the pain means no more than dandelion clocks
Or cuckoo spit; the act alone the gestalt of it.
Some days he would walk for miles,
To see beyond the next hill, around the bend,
Kicking slowly along, his shadow twice his size,
Dwarfing him, tracking him, a passive friend.
Perhaps to find some haven, someone to
Take him in, rescue his heart, and want him;
But strangers, though kindly, approached
With the dusk and it always ended the same way:
"Where do you live?" they would say
And thoroughly drilled, he would quietly reply,
In emotion drained monotone,
His address and number of the telephone,
And they always took him back home.
Some days he would walk for miles,
To sit on the edge of the viaduct,
Perched perilously with nothing to lose,
Dangling feet in small scuffed shoes,
Dropping pebbles and stones to the
Rocks and undergrowth far, far below,
Imagining if he may fall in their stead,
What then would be left to know?
The fall down the stairs snapped his ankle
Like a spindly twig, fractured some ribs,
Dislocated his jaw.
The children's ward, antiseptic and bright,
Young nurses in uniform, starched and white
Were so kind to him, he almost cried, bringing concern
And orange squash and a paper straw.
Sometimes it’s like this when things go wrong,
A scapegoat is needed to blame things on.
People thought him shy, with head bowed low,
Lost in comics and books, lost in himself,
Denying the threat of another blow.
He was not shy, just hiding and biding,
Keeping his head down and trying not to show.
Life is a scoundrel, and time a cohort thief,
Stealing a childhood with no reprieve,
Leaving only the slow burning sense of relief,
That an unpleasant childhood seemed mercifully brief.
"The Fresh Blooding of a Sexton Grin"
Guns ...
are for p*ssies
you know, short for
pussilanimous plural
Words …
are sharper
more cutting
more lethal
clean
concise
quill slicing the lucid flow
you can taste the blood
as you turn them
twist them further in
with valour
war cry bitten
you drive them deeper in
you unsheathe love
as a hard win,
victorious, won
ink blooms
potent power from
your stellar wounds
darkened roads
shining home
lux vitae dei vox
Home ...
morning star
quod scripsi scripsi
turns the light on
to birth puissant
in the majestic
seat of third eye
commanding
the truest titulus
initials glowing
arriving on cloudy tomes
perilously igniting
new fiery caims
swallowing
ouroboros tales
hear the battle cry
you were built
to withstand the fall
to more mighty again rise
the gauntlet
now well
and truly thrown
something
more darkly formidable
than shady insult sown
sink your new teeth in
fresh biting warrior
I christen you Boadicea
blood cup possessed
razor mind in you conjuring
the tongues of hearts to speak
there is no escape
for in you, I am and
I will always live
crucifying
all the wasting yesterdays
with fresh blooded promissory notes
staking claims of assurance
in the terror firmer
here to stay
sharpening
words taken
from a stone
n'ere a flowery
verbose drip
wasted
salting
the new cuts
to feel something vital
smiling within
fresh blooding
the Sexton grin
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Come as You Are”/Nirvana
https://youtu.be/W2QeQ9ZufAk
“The Black Art”/Anne Sexton
https://allpoetry.com/The-Black-Art
“Her Kind”/Anne Sexton
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42560/her-kind
Sexton. noun
titulus. noun
Caim. noun
Sanctuary; An invisible circle of protection drawn around the body with the hand, to remind one of being safe and loved even in the darkest times.
"STRONG"
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/strong_1192970
LYRICS/"Come as You Are", Nirvana
https://genius.com/Nirvana-come-as-you-are-lyrics
Mountain peak height piercing the sky
brushing its peak black clouds roll
piercing lightning does flash and thunder does roar
cold heavy rain drops begin there to fall
Hot barren rocks quenched by its fall
air becomes chilled and with moisture full
heavy it falls down bare mountain side
rushing so quickly in gathering speed
barren rocks give way to patches of soil
green bushes there to perilously cling
stirring now rustling in gathering breeze
begin to be whipped by the growing cold wind
ripped free leaves flying in the wind
rushing among the now growing trees
roaring now the wind gathers voice
trees stand against the roaring gale
down in the valley green grasses do grow
sunlight so bright does gently fall
upon colorful blossoms do grow
and wonderful glory of bright summer day
slowly now the blossoms dance
in a cooling gathering breeze
growing now into pleasing wind
bringing joy in its refreshing flow
in the meadow she does walk
gathering flowers on summer day
thinking of the one she loves
who for now as far away
breeze is felt in auburn curls
bouncing dancing by its flow
streaming forth so bright and long
flowing softly about her face
eyes of blue to glitter bright
reflecting of the joy she feels
full red lips that he loves
smiling now in summer breeze
wind does blow past her now
pulling at her flowing dress
showing forth her form divine
lush full curves and flowing lines
on winding path on mountain side
descending now out of the trees
this vision now before me appears
bringing full of joy within
cooling wind blows at my back
speeding my steps down mountain side
bringing me closer ever to my love
who before me in meadow does dance
scent the pine and falling rain
mingles now with flowers sweet
flowing across the grass is there
a full richness that fills the breeze
my steps to her do almost dance
moved to the rhythm of my beating heart
and of the love I feel within
nature's music on a summer day
within the wind and on the grass
together now within each other's grasp
in bright sunlight and cooling breeze
together now on gentle grass
March 17 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Kings 1-5
Key Verse – 2Kings 2:3 And the sons of the prophets that were at Bethel came forth to Elisha, and said unto him, Knowest thou that the LORD will take away thy master from thy head to day? And he said, Yea, I know it; hold ye your peace.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR TAKING ME AWAY TOWARD YOU
Thank You for taking me away toward You from what You forbid
Against sinfulness, obnoxiously gruesome of effects that are morbid
So that I can forsake wickedness that’s sordid
By Your holiness where You bid me that’s biblically candid.
Thank You for taking me away toward You from what You don’t support
Against falsities, deceitfully bringing evil report
So that I can bear fruit with Your favor’s comfort
By Your grace where You bless me in Your provision-fort.
Thank You for taking me away toward You from what You hate
Against idolatry, fatally alluring as a satanic bait
So that I can stand with conviction for Your mandate
By Your love where You pull me inside Your fellowship’s gate.
Thank You for taking me away toward You from what You don’t approve
Against hypocrisy, obviously hiding in meekness’ cloak You disapprove
So that I can repent sincerely with my earnestness to prove
By Your wisdom where You check me as my bad motives You reprove.
Thank You for taking me away toward You from what You defy
Against rebellion, perilously instigating my disobedience to intensify
So that I can follow Your instructions and Your name glorify
By Your power where You place me to testify.
Thank You for taking me away toward You from what You don’t enforce
Against slothfulness, definitely leaving me fruitless in my spiritual course
So that I can work hard as faithful stewardship You endorse
By Your guidance where You lead upon Your strength’s source.
March 17, 2022
Poetic paean to papa's princess
Otherwise titled:
Mien wonderful wedded divine wife
whose piercing deliverance...,
a balm ameliorating tattooed strife
despite being dirt poor,
I cherish her pricelessness, how nice,
a beacon complementing/
supplementing homelife,
who will forever be with me
even during our (mine
atheistic couched) afterlife.
She, the mother
of our deux darling daughters, I adore
though ofttimes, she never knows...
expressing love tis quite an arduous chore
concerning me upon this (we quietly celebrate
wedding anniversary two days hence, whoa...
how quickly time doth pass, cuz we wed
yes already number xxiv, i.e. twenty four)
orbitz around the sun, we reminisce...
So much emotional turbulence
nearly rent asunder,
I accept culpability (yours truly)
strayed against sacred covenant
went wayward intrepid misdeeds
nearly perilously upended marriage,
said vaguely worded insensate blunder
wrought catastrophic upheaval
reigned analogous how millenniums ago
Vandals, Huns, Goths,
et cetera did plunder
and ransack the
outer limits of Roman empire
our pledged troth shattered,
whereby the missus outclassed Zeus,
she emitted deafening thunder,
yet annulment nor divorce,
she would not grant
sigh of great relief
and mystery I wonder...
To this July twenty third -
how hands of father time
speedily lept away
two thousand and twenty,
an (extra) ordinary day
to be alive and appreciate sticktoitiveness
toward her, whose troth I pledged
courtesy thee (sacrilegious infidel)
mine discreet liaisons spouse forgave
NOT telling me hike along highway
and/or boulevard of broken dreams, motorway
avoided, cuz she thee missus
WANTED me to stay
in role of legally wedded husband
(and father to deux special grown lasses)
when they (progeny)...
were just newborn babes yesterday!
Spiraling sensations of heightened instability cascade through an unsuspecting conscience, a chaotic whirlpool engulfs the psyche in seas of self inflicted torment and despair, illogically intertwined with fleeting moments of delusions, escape and grandeur, torn between everything that is and is not, what once was, what never was, what once was elsewhere, and what lies in the distance unknown.
Desires to vacate this epoch of mundane existence without immediate destination permeate through every pore, confined by the all encompassing wet suit of societal boundaries, perilously trapped, craving comforts of previous experience like a stranded sailor anxiously await sight of land, and the utopian vision an uncertain future, devoid of realistic premise.
Disparate from islands and coastlines imprinted upon atlas, the past is a destination left unvisited save for flickering images, memories sewn into the fabric of the psyche. The vessel of the mind gives way to leaks, the images trickle into the recesses of one's inner thoughts, a barely perceptible drip, progressing into an uncontrollable flood of psychosis, the struggling vessel begins to capsize, obsession establishes itself as the dominant state of mind.
One‘s future, an unwritten infinite epilogue to the present, reminiscent of the empty pages in a captain's log documenting this doomed voyage, once expected to be filled with tales of riches and feats of exploration but now submerged in a cold and murky existence awaiting to be pulled from the abyss.
Expectations and desires succumb to the realities of circumstance as the mind concedes certain defeat, a casualty of pre entitlement and wishful thinking, a drowning sailor whose final thoughts establish the realization that the ambitions of the soul often exceed the limitations of the body.
We thank our God* as we praise Him for our redemption
Surely worshipping Him, blissfully jubilant…
Indeed, we gather as a church in joyful celebration
To magnify Him for His wondrous works, greatly triumphant.
We thank our God as His power we seek
Surely doing our best and utmost by His grace…
Indeed, we trust His strength each day of the week
To press toward the mark victoriously in our Christian race.
We thank our God as we ask for His wisdom
Surely fulfilling His will while in His Word immersing…
Indeed, we follow Him through His granted divine freedom
To help advance His kingdom against worldliness that’s perilously enticing.
We thank our God as we beg for His presence
Surely walking with Him amidst righteousness’ fervour…
Indeed, we draw nigh to His altar only by faith’s license
To please Him, exalting His name according to His truth’s favour.
We thank our God as we believe that He can meet our need
Surely praying with diligence of sincere earnestness…
Indeed, we cling to Him; His commands we heed
To continue as good stewards in His faithfulness.
We thank our God as we beg for revival constantly
Surely submitting to His leadership, wondrously loving…
Indeed, we yield to His control obediently
To experience His miracles while humbly serving.
We thank our God as we give Him all the glory
Surely acknowledging His mighty empowerment…
Indeed, we set our hearts for this 41st anniversary
To honour Him in our Gospel-sharing involvement.
*1Chronicles 29:13 Now therefore, our God, we thank thee, and praise thy glorious name.
January 26, 2020
Doors
How fitting that the band’s name derived from Aldous Huxleys’ treatise
‘The Doors of Perception’ that purely aesthetic philosophical story of
life through the window and door I suppose of psychedelia and drugs
In a marriage of heaven and hell ‘Baby light my Fire’ perilously casts
a shadow of what became when he hatched through the final portal
unhinged wasted high as an angel the one and only Jimmy Morrison
‘This is the End’ the final curtain which Jimmy painted in words when
brilliance and despair talent and all those voices in his head were laid
to a final resting place and conclusion of a life pruned and cut so short
The end underlined the movie ‘Apocalypse Now’ in its brutal reality
in a world that does not need reality shows to distract from evil in
which Vietnam and the Holocaust are forgotten and history repeated
Jimmy’s father had been an Admiral in the forces and my father a
General had thought that years on the Russian front could be expunged
by joining NATO’s Cold War delusions fighting for Peace with ready guns
My own rebellion has been quite mild rather mellow but I wonder
how close I have sailed to the wind resisted the calls of Baader and
Meinhof have not bowed to the needle avoided full blown opposition
No comparison in talent for sure and I believe that Jimmy suffered
psychosis and I got away with depression but nevertheless in truth
it is the world that suffers from schizophrenia seems to dabble with
Mescaline induced decomposed compositions when true colours are black
‘This is the End’ and ‘Light my Fire’ misunderstood when genocide beckons
Faith of a child is great in God’s sight
Since it reveals sincere trust in its purest height
Showcasing genuine reliance to the Sovereign’s might
Devoid of doubt and unbelief along uncertainty-blight.
Child-like faith was exemplified by virtuous Bible characters
Who in their young age could be considered as heroic masters
In subduing evil and vanquishing the bad that perilously deters
While fully depending on the omnipotent Lord for triumphant encounters.
There was David… fighting as a child, full of courage and valor
Crashing the Philistines’ dominance by ending Goliath’s ruthless vigor.
Samuel was just a boy when he responded to the Creator’s call with honor
To serve sincerely as a prophet, proclaiming truth midst good tidings’ clamor.
The Chronicles spoke of King Josiah who at eight years old was Judah’s head
Instructed by God’s wisdom, with faith in his advisors… he led;
Then we can never forget the lad who willingly shared his fish and bread
Which Jesus Christ multiplied to feed the multitudes in their hunger-dread.
Indeed, child-like faith* wins God’s heart
He even said that having such can open heaven, away from hell’s dart.
Now, my dear Son, let your faith in the Lord increase toward service-rampart;
Always seek His favour before victorious quests you start.
*2Timothy 3:15 And that from a child thou hast known the holy scriptures, which are able to make thee wise unto salvation through faith which is in Christ Jesus.
November 6, 2018
7th place, "Tell Me A Story 2"
Sponsored by Brenda Chiri; judged on 11/8/2018.
My old bones swayed to the old tune
bringing back memories long forgotten.
My spirit rejoiced in exultation
of a ne'er forgotten loving excitation.
For you’re my Dancing Queen.....
There you stood like a wallflower,
indifferent, lukewarm, nonchalant;
seemingly thinking about other things.
You drove me mad, my dancing queen,
you taunted me perilously, wretchedly.
How could I ever bear the teasing looks
you guardedly gave me, my lovely nymph?
I was dancing with some insipid teen,
definitely not having the time of my life;
my loving eyes piercing your sensuous curves
like Eros arrows hitting at random and at will.
Yet you looked on as if I was not there.
The music grew to a raw crescendo....
For you were my dancing queen
and suddenly I was madly in love with you.
I twirled, spun and tripped over you.
The music stopped, dancers gazed at me
with a heartfelt pang as I lay sprawled at your feet.
A racking malaise stabbed my whole being
until I felt your strong hands help me up
steadying me, and leading me to a chair.
And you were only nineteen!!!
The music began again, the old familiar strains
How nimble you could dance,
Oh how I yearn for that sweet moment
For you were my dancing queen......
You danced away while I stayed put
as my foot swelled with excruciating pain.
The euphoric dance came to a halt.
The lights went low.
You helped me to your waiting car.
I leant back, tired and abject
Until I felt your lips on mine;
the heavenly music began again...
yes, yes you’re my dancing queen,
you will always be my dancing queen.