To the tatterdemalions of the mind
Contradictions cannot be combined
How does one account for abstract entities
When a worldview is based in only what it sees?
Between fallacies and faith the debate unfurls
Atheists and Christians see each other as churls
Questions of mind or of matter and motion
Generalizations swim in a transcendental ocean
Redefining claims accusations arise
But spiritual growth is not veiled in disguise
Stages and standards Jesus said of fruit and tree
Critique falls short where reason should be
Tu Quo Que and ad hominem fallacies wined and dined
The atheist worldview can’t account for the truth we find
Agnostics linger on the threshold of knowing
Come on in atheists to the river that’s flowing
Yet in the end faith stands in both camps
A humorous note for philosophical tramps
For abstraction both sides do lay claims
Rise up to God standards or go down in flames
City of Wills
Cant say I love you
They say you got to know her
You can't just say she's beautiful
Enjoy the party with your heart in an hour glass
She sings when she talks
The songs of Saturdays and lying on the grass at the park
I love her like a distant horn of a midnight train
She is my heartbeat she is my ghost
The night is forever young and the days are to discover the length of my rope
She is possible in an impossible world
I have wined and dined her I have felt her needs and felt her sorrow
But the joke is on me
Between a foundation and a wheel barrow
If hard work hasn't cemented my soul
Music will provide the power to touch feel and smell her flower
Please don't take offense when we don't pay you any mind
Not all the time are we expecting to be wined and dined
Yes we are aware that we look good and very proud of ourselves
We don't always need attention and compliments from someone else
You say to us "ladies first" but it seems to be the new pick up line
It's either that, an angel fell from heaven or wanting to know our sign
How do you know we're not a woman scorned from past pain
Maybe we're not sure you're a dead beat looking for material gain
Most of the time you're not looking for any serious commitments
A one night stand is the reason you're requesting our seven digits
We know these things about you and refused to be played a fool
Yes we vary in size and shapes but it doesn't make us useless tools
Don't get me wrong we could all use a gentleman or a Mr. Right
But, Dear Men, you're not always a necessity to our lives
Not fretting couldn’t be gladder about getting podgy?
Forgetting about a stodgy bladder that’s definitely dodgy?
Sadder even snotty about needing a potty..regretting being dotty
Betting some grotty grumps about bumps & lumps anything spotty
Sometimes memory stumps.. only remember embers now befuddled
Somehow the huddled cast of the distant past still cuddled
Ashes of once clear flashes of near yesteryear appear muddled
Ribald oracle.. grinning about going bald...hair thinning
Apart from the ears and nose where it shows..grows & flows
Can't pretend follicle foes & woes.. do descend dear friend
Clearer you're now nearer to the rear end than the beginning
Refined increasingly find you do become more kind
Other than the tumour of another baby boomer
Defined needy seedy greedy.. must feed me consumer
Not a rumour..increasingly I pined for candour and humour
Chaps can perhaps blossom as a wined & dined late bloomer
No remorse.. scheming larrikin leaning's still in force
Gleaning the gleaming meaning of life is all about giving
Dreaming.. loving.. smile beaming and "living" of course
By moonlight when the moon shone with all her majesty,
My ancestors told us the story of the Tiger,
Which crouched at every rumble of the jungle-thunder,
Either out of fright or from bravery;
Tiger, male and ferocious,
With wicked fangs,
Tiger which breathed fire upon the foliage that shielded
Our village from the rage of the sun,
Which raped lady antelopes with utter contempt,
Which dined lavishly on forest flesh
And wined drunkenly on hunters’ blood,
Which knew no honesty,
And which turned wild upon them,
My ancestors,
Season after season,
In rain and in harmattan,
Until one fine day
When the forest trembled with the screams of
The beast, beaten on its own tracks,
With roars of terror ending when the moon
Slid between the witnessing clouds.
Hopes aspire
ever-higher
wined and dined
to merge inclined
Once admired ~
forever acquired
Ignorance, desire and action,
gives our wayward ego traction,
causing us to struggle and strive,
to find joy and satisfaction.
Our endeavour’s to stay alive,
means any, we try to survive,
refusing to slow down thought flow,
dwelling not in our heart’s bliss hive.
Who in truth we are, we don’t know,
yet allow ignorance to grow,
which then births suffering and pain,
piling up debts of love we owe.
In arid lands, we pray for rain,
seeking outcomes becomes the chain
we wear, floundering like the blind,
reborn here again and again.
Wherever we have wined and dined,
is a memory left behind
and as all echoes ebb away,
we are to our dark fate resigned.
To find bliss that does always stay,
meld head with heart, sit down and pray,
that as polarities unite,
clear light dawns and life becomes play.
When we see we are living light,
we yield to God, give up the fight
and in doing so, we then rise,
heart pure like snow, our aura white.
Welcome to the house of mirth,
humble dwelling of my birth.
All things here are for your leisure,
it is but a simple pleasure.
Step across the welcome mat,
wipe your shoes and hang your hat.
Oh my word you're looking thinner,
take a seat and have some dinner.
Wine will help quench your desire,
smoke your pipe beside the fire.
Now that you've been wined and fed,
here's a place to lay your head.
Then on the new dawn when you rise,
and the morning sun squints your eyes.
A quick repast to start your day,
grab hat and shoes and on your way.
why would we negate the form we live in
for therein bliss ignition does begin
moment by moment, all moments entwined
we are by Holy Spirit, wined and dined
soma nectar drips, heart eagerly sips
throb of magnetism, our attention grips
the seeker who sought, has since disappeared
through each pore we have been, by bliss mists speared
our heart lotus blossoms in slow motion
inhaling scents of love’s magic potion
and as we are thus being breathed by God
our vaporised soul is amazed and awed
immersed in this lucid dream, where we dwell ~
given what is, why would we break the spell
I do not need to be wined or dined
Riches l do not require
Jewels, fancy cars, gifts
Are not what l desire
What l truly do need in my life
Is readily available and free
It fills my being with contentment
Simply “makes me happy”
Love and laughter in abundance
Kindness and cuddles galore
Embracing life, being safe and happy
I want for nothing for more
A Poem For Kristen and Nate
The boys they all loved her
A real Southern Peach.
They wined her and dined her
But she was out of their reach
Ambitious and pretty
She reached for the stars.
But deep in her psyche
She carried some scars.
Life's full of surprises
It's part of the plan.
Her heart was won over,
By a red-headed man.
On the first day of Christmas
The Lord gave me a gift being a blessing to write
On the second day still inspired that went into the night
On the third day, I didn’t take the gift light
On the fourth day, continued to write with no plight
On the fifth day, joy all the way
On the sixth day, we had a snowstorm, and got out my sleigh
On the seventh day, fun being travel in a getaway
On the eighth day, thankful in every way
On the nineth day, rest and sleep
On the tenth day, dreaming of sheep
On the eleventh day, surrounded by family and friends
On the twelve day, the holiday slowly wined down, and came to an end
I’m the patient while these words are like my doctor/
Find the grace and style to please hoards jarred like nectar/
Wined by the taste and trial to ease an orange barred sector/
I’m defined by the baste and survival like a horrid scarred protector/
Come near the scope of my word turret I’ll tour it if God’s sure of it/
I drum to conquer pits and concur wits with thoughts I stir to spit/
Begun is a helicopter verbal arrangement within a range of mint/
Been fun to gel a proctor with verbal engagement and pin any mental derangement/
Sent sun in lieu of a stricter hurdle and a big stage dreamt
Don’t groan in lament just loan what’s lent moan what’s meant or be shown what’s sent/
Growth’s strewn to own not to make sense /
There’s a renown presence in this precedence like a full press dance to commence.
Clear truth’s known to spherical sight
Hidden behind veil of our mind
It is soul’s self-existent light
We see it not since we are blind
Being from the source misaligned
By stuporous thoughts, we’re controlled
In narrow grooves, by dark fears splined
Is how dreams within dreams unfold
We wish to reach zenith like height
But are anchored in ego’s bind
It seems hopeless is our soul’s plight
For though ego is wined and dined
That sublime joy we’re yet to find
Until love warms deadened heart cold
Becoming with God’s laws aligned
Is how dreams within dreams unfold
Pulse of love discerns wrong from right
The way is simple, just be kind
Why for stoop, fearful and contrite
Simply play life role as assigned
With erst feral instincts declined
Loosening thus the ego’s hold
Reclaiming bliss as God designed
Is how dreams within dreams unfold
Whence we become divine entwined
As living light scriptures extolled
Bliss drenched soul, in prayer reclined
Is how dreams within dreams unfold
19-December-2022
He was a tramp steamer mate,
She an Amsterdam whore
That he met in a street bar
On a few hours leave ashore.
They pretended they were lovers,
Maybe a new husband and wife
And, just for a few hours tried
To live a day in that life.
He wined her and dined her
Tried to do everything right
Booked a hotel room
Just for that night.
And she played her part.
Even whispered his name,
Maybe for a little while
Even forgot it was a game.
When he left her in the morning
He said I’ll see you again;
She nodded as she walked away
But neither said where or when.
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