"turpin" poems
Sammy Turpin one fine day
Took his go—cart out to play.
While speeding quickly down a hill
A passing fly his eye did fill.
He couldn’t see two yards ahead
And landed in a hospital bed.
The nurse was very sympathetic
The fly was extremely energetic.
The doctor came with his stethoscope
But it wasn’t long before he gave up hope.
The consultant came to get it out
But he was never in there with a shout.
Just then the gardener passing by
Raised his leaf blower to the sky.
The air came in just like a rocket
And blew the fly from Sammy’s socket.
l He isn’t the gardener anymore
He’s chief consultant on ward four.
Keith Wilson published 2001 (Anchor Books)
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 8:29 AM UTC
Starseed Divine Essence
A star seed from a time long ago.
Just drifting in this realm of timeless consciousness,
Awaiting the inevitable collision with its twin –
The unification of the universal contract
And the complete opposite,
Yet of the same substance,
Same composition,
Same cloth.
Maybe it’s just the essence we seek,
The essence of Devine
Just as it is the essence of everything,
As simple as returning to essence,
As easy as it is for essence to return.
Creator: Eljoel Adrian Turpin
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 8:36 AM UTC