First person: "We are always like this... don't you find it boring?"
Second person: "We are what we are and we deserve everything here."
First person: "Haven't you received a bill lately?"
Second person: "There are no bills here -- only chills!"
Agression
Where come from? From the mind? From the soul?
Is it genetic? No. It’s not that. Then? From second
Second? Yes. The second person. That’s not an ego
The second you. Sure. Lives with you. Drive. Demon
But not all aggressive
I have one. Friendly
He wrote this poem
Please, take difference
He
Asks
I can’t pay my life
No attention. How to pay attention?
A self-driven person. A narcissistic
What can I do? Can’t take care of
On my life. He is closed. A desire
I don’t know him. Maybe an alien
Stranger. My life. Different person
Driving me. I can’t control. The Will
My will. My wished life. My desire
I don’t pay with my life. Hell. Satan
Arrived. Light. Mine. Pay with life
With life. Lost. Help find. Lost love
Can’t pay attention. Dead life on
I can’t pay attention. Heavy my love
I want to switch off my second person
“You can’t,” said the second person.
I am a student. “Yes.” Said Satan.
I can’t pay my life
Paid. Said Satan
A cemetery
Pays lives
I can’t pay
My life
Paid
Love
Satan
I am
Hell
SHIIII
Out of fine food is made
To be buried and laid
In a resting place to be forgotten
And if ever mentioned it is rotten
Always hidden in a round container
Some call it butt I call it entertainer
We all care for the shell to have and touch
But the essence we never mention such
Cruel we are
To the creature we enjoy so far
Though if you want some one to shut up
You have to mention half and half drop
For the rest is second person singular
We all use in particular
Saturday 30/12/2000
5:30pm
The Handwriting of the Marionette
David J Walker
The confessional was
Paper-thin cursive in ink
A life of sin laid out in as few lines
As were memorable in a
Second person narrative
The ventriloquist's voice opened
The service with a far-off prayer
In another language of tongues
Which only the faithful could bare
As the maître de la marionette
Guided her signed confession
Utopia would open its gates
In the wake of the waves drowning
The funeral pyre
So goes the soul as the steam rose
From the cut strings to the
arcadian clouds somewhere higher
And higher
I
What would you ever see, or sense, or hear
If God didn't hide? He would OVERWHELM EVERYWHERE!
II
That is why Jesus is God in disguise
God became man so man could become God (again)
Reversing the Fall, or the DISTRACTION Eve met in Satan
III
The lawyers, religious scholars, priests, leaders of the day
Could see nothing but man - a carpenter - in Trinity's Second Person
TESTIMONY: That is how he transformed me. Hindu hubris to humble "Saint"*
NOTE*
In Protestant Bible scholarship, "Saints" are all those who follow Jesus, usually after public confession, Baptism, and Bible study (more or less). It's not the canonized lights of the Catholic Church who have been "seen" doing (2) miracles.
She was earthy, and her hands were hard.
Her fingernails were torn, as if she had just scratched her way
Out of a crypt.
Others shook their head ‘no’
Not allowing her to sit.
I recognized her as a gardener.
She was not a clean-up-nicely-every second person.
I motioned her to my table.
We had the best time.
She was funny, her stories kept me on the edge of my seat.
We laughed at the same things, and knew the same songs.
We were kindred spirits, earth woman and I.
I knew her instantly,
Recognizing my own Spring self.
She knew me by my openness.
We became fast friends.
Born together in another
lifetime, possibly.
Soul sisters
Best decision I ever made
was to let her in.
thank·er
re·thank
un·thanked
un·thank·ing
Always Thinking
A better friend I can never find
One so loving, caring and kind
Even though I let Him down
And cause His face to have a frown
He still loves me in spite of all that
And on my back He gives a pat
And says, "It's ok son, I still love you"
Most people know Him as a carpenter who was a jew
What makes Him different from others was the mission that He had
To please the Father in heaven, to make Him glad
By sacrificing Himself, so that we could be free
The second person of the Holy Trinity
Stripped of His glory to become like one of us
The wonderful counselor, His name is Jesus
He didn't care about the pain that He had to endure
Because His love for us was very pure
A crown of thorns was placed upon His head
He took our place on the cross and died instead
So that we could be free from the wages of sin
All we have to do is believe in Him
Believe that He died for our sins and rose again
Then we can all become born again
And spend our eternity with Him
In a place that is far from grim
It is true that no one has seen the face of Eternal God
Many has seen the second person of the Trinity
Eternal God’s only Son, Jesus or Father Christ
His image is everywhere in this world
It is on the face of the beggar by the side of the road
The wounded veterinarian
The homeless Mother and child
The mental patient
The prisoner
The needy of every country and culture
We know they are among us
We know that to love them is to do the will of Eternal God
Loving these marginalized people of our world is a daily challenge
For those of us blessed with health and security
Doing so brings Eternal God’s face into sharp focus
His love to perfection in us
Two people walking side by side. One has her umbrella up to repel the rain. The other is soaking up the drops.
Two people walking side by side. One who stops to smell the coffee and the freshly baked bread. The other who rushes by the coffee shoppe wishing later they would have stopped and ate.
Two people walking side by side. One stops to place a quarter in the homeless man's hand. The other one drops a twenty dollar bill and doesn't even go back to pick it up.
What are their similarities? What are their differences? What motivates the one person to love her neighbor and the other to walk on by? It is all in how you interact with your Creator. It is all in how you purposely do unto others!
Don't be the second person in this poem. Be the first. Be the one who leads others by living an example of love. Be the one who opens the door for a complete stranger and the one who gives a drink of water to the man sitting out in the summer heat. Be the one who doesn't ask questions, but offers a solution to their moment of bad luck. Be an earth mover and an earth shaker and shake the earth with love!
gwendolen rix
4-12-15
Journeys, Translation of Etiemble’s tercets: Voyages by T. Wignesan
For André Gâteau
(End rhyme scheme: aab, ccd, aab, eed in the original, the first and third tercets beginning
with “Pour vous…” and constituting one complex sentence each. One would do well to bear
in mind in this poem that Etiemble was the foremost authority on Arthur Rimbaud’s poetry.)
For you all over I laid out
my oases, all their date palms
in the tiresome desert without wells,
where the salts of nitrous valleys,
for you* only and your hollow hips
squeaked with the leaps of camel calves.
For you only I stretched out
the fine lace of the poplars
over the blue shirt of the nights
and scoured out of this bone
the winding sheet of dead stars
a place to lie as long as mine.
* “tu”: second person “you”.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Reminders everywhere
The reason is good
This somehow seems bare
I certainly don't miss you
Presence of the relationship
A healthy one I must pursue
The absence of a human
After all this time
Being crazy is all I was doing
Chasing the wrong crowd
Can't spend life under a rainy cloud
Patience required to switch gears
Second person to make me face my biggest fear
I did,
Hard times for this kid
I can't pretend I know
I can only try to grow
Things keep popping up
Old paths seem somewhat corrupt
Fresh future promised in new ones I start
They're the targets in each throw of my dart
The most important lesson I've learned
Don't plan, only hope
Work your butt off
One day I'll see the end of the rope
I wont fall
The ground I'm building wont allow it
Sturdy as a rock
Soft enough to touch
Plenty of give to allow a bunch
Of love that will carry my through
End end of my life so happiness and good juju.
When I say “y’all”, what I mean is “you all”
I don’t know why that is so hard to learn
When I hear someone snicker at the word
I bite my tongue while I do a slow burn
Some say it’s not a word, just Southern slang
It’s in the dictionary? take a peak
There’s no need to make an issue of it
Don’t we all use contractions when we speak?
It’s never used in a singular sense
Unless you just don’t know the word at all
Y’all is considered a plural pronoun
Some use it possessively, then its y’alls
Called it bad English, outside my home state
Yet where I grew up, it’s just common speech
English teachers and College professors
Would use the word y’all, even when they teach
As time marches on, use of y’all will spread
No second person plural without it
I don’t think “youse guys" will come into vogue
The contraction, y’all, will become a hit
The Soup Is Down
Now is the winter of her discontent
It started since no soup was sent
Off into the ether, gone somewhere
I hope someone somewhere hears my prayer
Return her to her soup I beg
She cannot even get out of bed
her fix is needed straight away
She can’t go on another day
She sympathise with any addict
She is now cold turkey who could predict?
Please, please, she needs the good soup back
Her nourishment I know she lacks
She is wasting away before my eyes
Her family are scared tis no surprise
They cajole and tempt with nourishing things
But her soup is all they need to bring
Return her to it I beg you please
her family need her and off her knees
She will return to normal I know
When the soup returns you she will show.
Get well soon PD
I have just adapted an old poem for David Williams contest The soup is Down" I have changed it from 1st person to second person, he didn't like it I hope you do...
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