Apr 2018
...unspeakable gift." (II Cor 9:15)
(sonnet #MMMMMMMLXXIV)
"They buried me with Mum." That haunting sense
I'm just a pilgrim wandring in betrayl
These des'late wastes all else call home, sans bail
Despite new clothes, accessries for pretense,
And dearest friends to joy with me from hence
Or weep or who-cares-what, this world to scale
Some dish that wants salt, lacking flavour--they'll
Assure me tis grand--mocks life sans defense.
If Hollywood laughs in the face as twere
Of good and righteous, where designers too
Are filthy past all words and smiling fer
Applause, I'm sans a home sans her. Then You
Remind me "one thing's needful---" to bestir
Hope that my home, LORD's: You. Life. O! Who knew?
06Apr18b
(sonnet #MMMMMMMLXXIV)
"They buried me with Mum." That haunting sense
I'm just a pilgrim wandring in betrayl
These des'late wastes all else call home, sans bail
Despite new clothes, accessries for pretense,
And dearest friends to joy with me from hence
Or weep or who-cares-what, this world to scale
Some dish that wants salt, lacking flavour--they'll
Assure me tis grand--mocks life sans defense.
If Hollywood laughs in the face as twere
Of good and righteous, where designers too
Are filthy past all words and smiling fer
Applause, I'm sans a home sans her. Then You
Remind me "one thing's needful---" to bestir
Hope that my home, LORD's: You. Life. O! Who knew?
06Apr18b
Dunno why the verse in my title pulled the carpet out from under my feet, but there you go. (If you want to see it originally posted I guess 4 hours earlier on AP--[https://allpoetry.com/poem/13825794-Cuz-Thanks-Be-To-God-For-His-by-Cheeky-Missy]
