In the pool of drowning mud
The bullets searching
The rusty wire
Memory of mother faded away
Task at hand

Mother waiting for the call
For the son who never will come home
Father and family
In their heart
Keep the message that never goes away

A foolish people has forgotten my light
I said , " Here is the Way, but they would not.
I said, "Pray for the Sabbath, but they would not
I said , "Do as I do, but they would not.
I said "There remains a  Sabbath for my people, but they would not .
Therefore their peace and their faith is taken away from them and they will walk in darkness until they acknowledge me

a foolish generation has forgotten my ways
the Devil says be like God
go your own way and do what you want
but he doesn't tell you you'll do it in darkness
a darkness where you won't know if good is evil or evil is good if lies are truth or truth is lies Then he will feed you lies and you won't even know
Jesus says look I am the light I am the way to go
don't rely on your own understanding but in everything rely on the Lord I am the word
humble yourself before the Lord and  in due course I will lift you up
It is righteousness or right standing before God that exalts a nation but sin is a reproach to any people
If all you want to do is bully and enslave God will not honor that
he says righteousness exalts a nation but sin is a reproach to any people
He says the thief that's the Devil comes to **** steal and destroy
If you follow him if you seek to be like God  and go your own way you will do the Devil's bidding to others  of killing stealing and destroying and it will happen to you too
In darkness the Devil will feed you lies and you won't even know
Look at the British Empire
Yes they had military might
Yes they had industrial strength
Yes they thought they were above everyone else
But one thing the British tried to do was evangelize the world
So God honored them and gave them a great empire
When they gave up on evangelizing  God took their empire away
Centuries ago people were cruel even til now
But God's got a schedule
Increasingly he is saying listen to my son listen to Jesus or else

A foolish people
Has forgotten my ways
They have chosen politics and kissing the Pope's ring
They have cast liberty to the wind
They are not worthy of it.

There is a God who created all things
Yahweh Yahweh
The Heavens
Yahweh
And the Earth
Yahweh
He it is who is Lord of all things
Yahweh Yahweh
Give praise to the God of Heaven
and Earth
Yahweh
He it is who created all things (Selah)

I prefer cats
They are quiet when they are meant to be
They don't *** in the hallway or **** in the doorway
Cats will let you know they love you
They pur and pur
They come to you when you are ill and stay til you are better
Cats will let you know they are hungry
(and it's a joy to feed them)
Cats love you

Well I got up and I'm getting up and I'm trying awfully hard
to get by
I'm trying awfully hard
to get by

The next stage is going to get better
The next stage is going to get better

You're a bubble to me
A bubble of love
To eternity
A bubble to me
when we kiss and make up
We have and we hold
We hold and we have  to eternity
We love and we kiss
We kiss and make up
ln our bubble bliss bliss forever

If I do not have courage then where will I be
I will be scratching the Earth
Like a chicken
I will not be flying over it like an eagle
I am a man who lives in a world of men
Everything I do or say has influence
Everything I do or say has influence
Think
What will it be
It's annoying when you have something to say and no one listens

The pastor said
Those SDA
They are a sect
All those laws ha ha ha
And the congregation stared blankly
They nod wisely like so many sheep
The pastor is always right
Just listen to our tradition
I tell you it is our heritage

The virus in the wet market
Obeyed the voice of God
and did as he said

The Freckled Frog
The freckled frog
Went cra-rog ca-rog
Sitting by the sandy sog
Of the bog
The dappled  dog
Went fa-rog fa-rog
And set about her business
She silently slid slippering
Closing closer clumping
Sprightly springing
Mighty mouth munching
That frog was no more

Hey Mr Tambourine Man
You played your song for me
I'm floating flying flitting
Round the universe
Tomorrow doesn't matter
I'll be here today
Tramusing til the end
I'll be wandering
Nothing matters now
I'll enjoy just what is
The sun is shining  down
And the people passing
Hey Mr Tambourine Man
You played your song for me
And now I'm living long
For peace has come my way
It came through the music of your song to me
The sun is shining down
And the people're passing by
It's fantabulous

Where do I go
On this site
So full of promises
And clouds of imagination
There are many tales of dark romance
And light skies
The verdant gardens grow green
And little men grow big in the estimation of the world
True
The world cares only for itself
But I have found a secret place of light and joy where trees grow big in this site

It will grow
Poetry will grow
Praise God

Covid-19 hums and ahs
Move quickly through the slings of unpreparedness
Move carefully through the morgues of horror
Five ten fifteen to seventy five days and over one and a half million people can be infected
Every five days the number can double
There is nothing new under the sun
In the end only love survives

Feelings
Your sense of sorrow
twists my gut
welling up
springing out my side
Your anger
A breathless moment
My muscles shrinking
Pushing apart my arms

I thought I was clever and could argue the toss
But then like Sir Brian
I woke up
And saw the loss
I don't argue anymore
At least as much as I could

You'll never know
That I'm thinking of you
All that space
All that time.
Apart
But a time will arrive,
Don't know where
Don't know when
We'll meet
Again some sunny day

O God you created all these things
The Minoans were from 1400 to 600 BC the Etruscans from 800 to 100 BC
You build up and pull down
Don't you know the Etruscans had flush toilets
The Minoans had palaces
They have come and gone
Mighty trading powers
Now it remains for our civilizations because we are here
In a little while we too will be no more
The wind stirs the waters
All man's civilization passes away
But you Lord remain

The end is near
God bless America
And the Pope
The Thief comes to **** steal and destroy
And those who follow him do his deeds

give thanks to God
who made the clouds
and the skyscapes selah

and all of creation

who made the pray mantis
on the dandelion stem
and the  skyscraper of men

the  great whales of the deep
and the box jelly fish inshore
If all the books were writ about him
there would not be enough to fill the world

These eighteen hours long
The clock's gone back
The presence of darkness closes in
Like a warm fuzzy wall
Shrinking the room
Nauseous in my core
Stretching Shrinking
Suddenly I breath
I can experience
A normal night

I think I will
I think I will have another cup of tea
It's another cold cloudy day
With wet wind and showers
It's better to be inside than out
Waiting for the lockdown to pass
Feeding the dog and cat
And being prim and proper
Lying in bed with nothing to do
Being creative Writing
And by the fire with  everything  to do but not doing it

That's dead
Once alive
Once the wit of fools
And the wise
Not worth the comment
But here it is
Lying in the scruples of current eyes
Frozen in the cold water of rejection
Lost in time's pathway
Resting in nostalgia

All the people round about me
Think I'm crazy
They think I'm half pied and a fool
An idiot but I don't mind
I have met some people online
Who think just like I do
And they are all
Poets

It is Friday the  8th today
And I am sad today
Moni is in Melbourne
And I am in Upper Hutt
It is Friday the 8th today
And I am glad

Moni has her life
And she is enjoying it

You came into my life
A while ago.
I watched you grow and blossom
And then you left

Now  I see you once more
No longer a baby or
a child but a grown up
An adult  like me

Night
It falls like an oppressing depression
Spreading like  a cancer over  the world
Like a silent wonder heralded in by beauty
Where people do evil
And lovers solace and convalesce
Night regresses
And the other doctor comes

The fat man sitting on the chair ****** the knowledge with his eyes
pontificating at the young people
The scrawny man being with the
***** lady
swung from the gallows of his mind

I will write a poem
Of other things
Things I imagined
And things I will
Of girls and gods
Those who rule the day
And those who rule by night
The Sabbath is set like a wooden beam through the sky
My wife comes to me and stretches herself over me
We are who we are
Like this poem we start out as buds blossoming developing

Raspberry or boysenberry
That is the question
Whether which is yummier or fuller in the stomach
If having a full stomach Whether  a tasting taste bud
Whether to have more
Or less
That is the problem

Auckland Isles
way down south
icy ocean's  
waves  power
violence
lonely rock
hard hewn
crashing
wind thudding
gulls lift in air
and fall
far below
nests are scattered
babies cry
stand aloof
waiting
for fish filling meals

Dont ***** about every wee thing
There are small things
That don't matter
And big things that do

Corona
Fa-shion-a-ble
It is on everyone's lips
It is unpopular
People hate it
It speaks of beauty
It speaks of power
It speaks of death
Crowns and flowers will pass away
So will corona

5d
Sorrow
Why do men cry
Whether the stiff upper lip or the effluence of the eye
Silently falling  down the face
Effecting the triangle of death
The imperceptible tremor of the throat
Or the silent cry inside When nothing comes out  The expressionless expression on the face
Why do men cry
The memories of men set
Or boil over

Written by
Chris
(61/M/NZ)

Corona
Fulcrum of our time
Turning our civilization from past to future
Marking and turning it back again in a different shade
The billy goats against the troll
But the troll will loose in the end

Reach out for the people
For those who wander in darkness
Who can not see that life is the right side up
And narrow is not wide
Down is not up
Reach out for those who think they know it all
But don't
Think outside the square
And comfort those who have no brains

You say to me
What's the matter
I have failed you
And you have no interest in me
You say what's the matter
We believe different things. You like Sunday church and your friends
I believe in the Sabbath
You like violent movies I like peace
You say why stay
Leave but I have nowhere to leave to
I am dependent on you
You say what is the matter
I can not fracture the children
So I best be quiet

The Devil goes around like a roaring lion
But really he is a little mouse

My life has become a  nuclear reactor
There are control rods
I just have to find them
Like boiling eggs they calm the darkening sky
Letters of love lighten lengths of darkened patches
Arms stretch up fall down
Space peace
My honey

Lord you are the only hope
Of all