Here are some poems, composed by a puppet,

some are my own and some of them not.

You can like one, or quite like them all,

or simply not like them a hell of a lot.


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Saturday 31 December 2011

Theological Implications of the View from CLR James Library Window

‘OVERCOMERS CHURCH’
says the sign.
Coming over what? You wonder,
tongue nuzzled
firmly
to the inside of your mouth.

Believing
what you feel to be true within
you.
Your internal voice
a god
of sometimes direct revelation.

You are without doubt.
Certain
that the worshippers within
would not find the humour,
of it,
the least bit funny.

An early morning meditation on loss...

“I’m sure I had that ten pound note”
You say, and you believe it.

T’was in your hand or pocket once
but now you’ve had to leave it.

Lying, lonesome, all alone,
its owner wanders off.

No longer to be held secure,
or spent on something posh.