Archive for August, 2014

VALLEY OF A CLOWN

Sunday, August 24th, 2014

Bring in the Clowns

“SEND IN THE CLOWN”

One the most famous arias ever is Vesti La Giubba (Put on the Costume)

English translation is befitting of Robin Williams soul.   We have still have

a long winding road to get to a profound  understanding of Bipolarism and what to

do about it.

 

“Go on stage, while I’m nearly delirious?

I dont know what Im saying or what I’m doing!

And yet, chin up! Ill try harder. Bah, you think youre a man?

You are just a clown! on with the show, man,

And put on your white-face.

The people pay you and you must make them laugh.

And if harlequin should steal your columbine, laugh,

Youre pagliaccio, and the world will clap for you!

Turn into banter all your pain and sorrow,

And with your clowns face hide grief and distress…”

THERE’S A TIME AND PLACE

Friday, August 1st, 2014

FROG

THERE’S A TIME AND PLACE

 

The word is the heart,

the word is the mind,

the word is the gut,

The obstacle course is at play

 

Zephyr blows coolness in the pores,

taking all the stresses away, mind

is the word leading to the heart

which soothes the guts which

settles in a place of time where

nothing matters but a soft kiss solace.

 

I’m an easy touch when it comes,

explaining this place and time,

I leave no rivet of uncertainty

A frog hops from pod to pod, then

leaps into soothfast realm of verity.

The proper course is now at play.

 

THE BARDIC SHEEPDOG’S PRAYER

Friday, August 1st, 2014

sheepdog

A BARDIC SHEEPDOG’S PRAYER

 

I’m tired than an old sheep dog

 

misguiding, then guiding, then patted

 

for getting the herd behind the rustic gates.

 

This bucolic melody drifting like autumnal

 

sycamore leaves,  but the haggard dog

 

follows them endlessly not caring where.

 

My fur gets snarled, encrusted from

 

the meandering journey nowhere,

 

perhaps this nowhere is a place to be.

 

There’s restfulness infused with restlessness.

 

A breeze finally moisturises my fur so

 

penetratingly, bringing clarity in all my pores.

 

So what does clarity bring to a feckless canine?

 

Well it delivers a benevolent twisted prayer

 

which spreads laughing daffodils all over the hills.

 

This critter still believes that a curve ball of fate

 

will still horrific conflict down to its knees or what

 

good is it to imagine blimey otherwise? Amen