Where my mind on my sleeve
I have s.p.e.(I know you will get it eventually)
and probably dyslexia
Playing golf with a wolf called Rolf
as you do
Where were meant wear
one plus one
The rain the bough
Brought the drought
Jamaican hair
I so dread
If there was no nothing how would we now
Categories:
spe, poems,
Form: Free verse
The Call to Venus
(A lone voice whispers as a ceremony begins)
Candles lit
In brazier pit
Like a reborn Prospero
Music playing
As offerings
Are lit
To summon the universe
And all who goes
To step in and commit
Guardians in
The Great In-Between
Guard us
And all our kin
From all unseen
Who flows
White lights
Bound
Around our homes
To guard against ghouls
From loosened tombs
Floating around like red balloons
We pray tonight
For astral protection
In all our rooms
As
Candles lit
In brazier pits
Burn
With
Music playing
As sandalwood offerings
And Christmas ferns
Are used as keys
Of devotional angelic magic
To turn away
All who conspire
And drink from the Devil's Urn
As we call to you
Venus
For protection
As the Great Wheel
Turns
So
Come our sceptre-bearer of harmony
And love to cope
Do ut de
Dum vivo
Repleti spe
(‘I give that you may give.
As long as I live. Filled with hope.)
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Categories:
spe, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
sparrows spare...ow's...
with their
wing-s-eyes for full-light...
and...
bird brain differ-andt-says...
that their spe-sees well
past human percept-shuns...
so that...
their ups-downs and spirals spun...
show
wings without any attend-shuns...
stan sand
Categories:
spe, adventure, flying, science,
Form: Free verse
why wouldn't you smell like rain
and smile like the sun
why wouldn't you smuggle cocaine
and carry a gun
why wouldn't your eyes be the water
reflecting summer sunbeams
why wouldn't you be a globtrotter
with a rucksack and pair of jeans
why wouldn't your hair be the threads of gold
made of captured rays of sun
why wouldn't you be like the author of Marogold
not really sane, but a special one
why wouldn't your lips taste like strawberries
grown under the strongest sun of Spain
why wouldn't you be eagerly sharing
happiness with me, not living in vain
so when I finally find you baby
sitting on this desert stone
don't doubt and don't say maybe
give me your hand. Why don't we go home?
Categories:
spe, dream, love,
Form: I do not know?
He’s like my idol in today’s generation
the Holy Father who’s an answer
to the growing tensions in our religion.
Catholicism in its form and nature
Pope Benedict XVI, a real option.
his gifts are shared and given witness
that spark solidness in our foundation.
As excerpts from his Spe Salvi
which means On Christian Hope
I love to quote what St Paul says
“spe salvi facti sumus”
indeed, ‘in hope we were saved’
His openness to the melange of issues
his sadness over weaknesses in faith
those gospel cries of peoples across globe
are invitations to realign those values
that speak in the fullness of time.
Categories:
hope, imagination, inspirational, introspection,
Form: Rhyme