August 13, 2004

  • And the winning pseudonyms are…


     


    Interesting how it turned out

    After all we said might happen.

    Nobody expected this,

    It was a complete surprise.



    Did it really become like this?

    Was this the death of man

    Or a new beginning?



    Some stupid Christians had killed themselves

    Thinking that their saviour had risen.

    The rest of us just sat around

    Smoking pot, drinking beer,

    Calming down the fearful,

    Playing with the children.



    It were the blues and greens that made us,

    (even us who had been blind) gasp.

    Nothing had prepared us for this.

    We sat on the hill above the shadows

    That had searched through every house.



    Interesting how it turned out,

    Who would think that Earth

    Would end this way



    So full of happiness?





    The Poet Known As “Empty Chairs”


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    (Tiffy Witherington got more votes but her poem too was about death! So…)

     


    “Another Country”

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    They say when you are dead,

    The past is another country.

    You can tell those whom have died before you,

    What has happened since they have died;

    But you can not go back yourself.



    When I am listening to Gregorian chants,

    I remember how the past saw death,

    As another life

    In another country.



    I light a candle,

    It’s shadows are flickering

    In the gloomy church

    With the dry-rot smell.



    They say that “the past is another country”,

    e.e. cummings wrote those very words too.



    I see the souls of those

    Who have walked before I,

    Living forever in a past

    And in another country.



    I pray.



    “Our Father

    Which art in Heaven…”



    I gently pinch out the candle,

    Lock the big church door,

    And watch the souls pass through me

    Into another country.





    Reverend Tobias Trontby. +

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    you can join The Church Of The Three-Headed Jesus.

Comments (32)

  • whsy ur name lord pineapple???? thats jus a little weird to m thats all. but i must give u props for the cleverness of it. lord pineapple. i g2g, the velvet revolver video on. =P bye for now.

  • It took me a while to decode that first comment.

    *ahem*  The first one? even though I suppose it’s about the peace and persisting hope at the end?  Still leaves me bleak and cold. 

    The second one is lovely, as always.  I do like his poems, and I find it amazing.  I mean, you must have acted, if not you should have.  I suppose though that writing and acting are interlaced.  We write a character from a point of view we have never shared, and some pull it off so well, so convincingly.  Perhaps you once shared the reverend’s point of view?

    ~Laura

  • I remember the horror of the Jim Jones group  and all those dead people.  Its amazing just how gullible some people are.  I can’t remember how many women fed their children poison and how many committed suicide but the numbers were enough to make the world take note of religious cults afterwards.  Your poem caused me to recall that event very vividly.

    The Rev’s poem, that one speaks of the hereafter but it gives signs of hope.  I prefer to think of it that way. 

  • Ah is good to your read your poems again. Though I was looking forward to sending Godzilla after The Sarah’s. All the poems are most excellently. The last one is the best!!

  • I live in a small town, no taxi service, no train service and no bus line expect for 1 time each day, 6 in the morning and 9 in the evening.  We own a single car and that car is kept up to run as well as it can be made to run.  That car is the only transportation we have to get my husband to work and at this time it is 15 years old and when purchased used, it had 70,000 miles on it.  It now has almost 200,000 miles on it so subtract 70,000 from 200,000 and you get 130,000 miles over 15 years.  That, my friend, averages 10,000 miles per year put on that car way below the national average.  Now, we did have a second car as I used the one we have now for business I no longer do.  The average on that car was the same, still below the national average as figured on a working vehicle.  If I had public transportation, I would use it and yes, I do know how to walk and I do.  Bicycle, Ive done my share of that as well and would still be doing it if I were able so, don’t think I haven’t done my share of helping out in the area of conservation.  This trip we are taking, we are renting a car as we usually do as it will be more efficient on gasoline than what we drive and, there will be very little driving when we get there as we don’t do a lot of running around for the fun of it. 

    We do a lot to prevent the use of extra energy.  My thermastat is kept down in the winter and I have no air conditioning in my home.  We have added all insulation we can to the home and we keep lights off and anything else we can think of to prevent usage and to prevent skyrocketing bills.  I recycle and have all of my life and we compost and have for all of my life.  There is very little waste here in any form.  I vote every election and have never missed a single time, ever.  All trips out are consolidated, we don’t run to the store for a gallon of milk, we go when we have errands, more than one and you should also know that as you know when we go, on the weekends when I have to break away from the chat so we can go.  Anything I wrote into that blog, I do and have done and you should know me by now, I don’t write something that isn’t the truth or that I myself don’t believe in doing.  So, take that and put it into your pipe once again. 

    And another big PS, my kids rode bicycles and I never in my life then or now would think of purchasing a car for them to drive at the age of a toddler and, I didn’t purchase them cars as teens either.  They walked where they went or went in groups.  I have done all of the above I wrote into my blog, every damn bit of it.

  • empty chairs is fascinating…

  • And, one other thing, when we purchased our home in 1971, we looked into windpower as a souce of electricity to power our home.  That little feature was nipped in the bud by the city who wouldn’t allow us to do it.  Solor power, I use some of that also as I have skylights in our roof and I can tell you they help to warm it up even when I don’t need any heat.  Cooling is done with fans and I know how to put a blanket around me when it’s cold and I have done a lot of computing bundled up in a blanket and more.  If and when the day comes I can do something else for energy I’ll be one of the first in line so don’t think I’m not willing.

  • Thanks Goliaths’ Wait till she reads your Xanga kids outing, you promised her you wouldn’t publish that piece, and you did at the loss of more exciting adventures as when the kids were ambushed by Jessie James.

  • Both of these poems are really facinating.
    The first is tragic, completely.
    The second, (oh, I love The Reverend) is beautiful.
    You are amazing.

  • You birds call that writing, I’ve seen better than that on Andy Rooney and Rush Limbaugh  Writing insinuating I’m wetting myself and picking my nose, do you really think that bothers me.  You must be bothered by my blog to write what you wrote.  As I won’t be here to defend myself, have your fun.  I’ll be dreaming of Fried Chicken, Stewed Chicken, Baked Chicken, Chicken salad, Chicken on a stick and anything else made from birds of any size and that includes the Sarah’s and the Goliaths as they will most benefit by being cooked but in dogfood would be best.

  • Piaf is not playing for me. I hit her little sparrow face and I get an offer to buy the album. I have the album, but don’t feel like experiencing a “vie en dust” for the moment.

    He resembles James Cagney in his jowly elder years.

    Enjoyed your/their poems. More comments later.

    Lordy, I like your photo but don’t try to go to a California restaurant dressed like that: “No shirt, no shoes, no service!”

  • Sure. I would love to teach you Chinese. ^-^

  • Terry, I had to teach the grandkids something to keep them from being bored and imploding themselves!! Theirs is the funniest blog yet!!

    I don’t know which of these I like the best so I guess I really like both of them. No one…NO ONE..knows what heaven (or hell, for that matter) is like. I think we conjure up an image that concurs to what we want it to be. I remember asking a preacher who was at the hospital when my young husband was there dying from cancer who the old man in the next bed would recognize as his wife in heaven for he had been married three times and outlived them all. The preacher said there is no such thing as marriage in heaven and we are all the same and love everyone the same. I did not like the concept and still don’t. My young husband and I had a love like we had never had before and for me none like that after. I would not want to think that love has disappeared and been homogenized in heaven. So I think we create our own images. Then again, who am I to know???

    I have enjoyed the Sarah’s and the Goliaths so much that I hope you keep them here forever!! 

  • Beautiful! The earth ending in happiness, stunning. And memory as the doorway to another country, which is memory, the country is memory, the lives of the dead are memory… the Reverend is a serious type, for sure, but he’s right on.

  • nice….

  • oh hey now lord pineapple, it’s been awhile since i’ve received a comment from you.  dylan is on fire this tour.  it has been reported that he’s acting 35 rather than 63.  he’s humping his keyboard, he’s dancing, he’s shooting audience members with his finger pointed like a gun.  i can’t wait to see him.  even if i don’t get close enough to french kiss him, i can brag about being close enough to breathe the same air. 

    how are you doing over here in your castle?  you always seem to attract a million and one comments.

    :)

    lisa

  • Oh dear Lord at the fussing!  My children don’t fuss so much.  We will all be fussing when Jesus comes and not even notice.  LOL!  I bow before your awesomeness Lord Pineapple.  Love to you

  • Very good poem. You changed your site a little. 

    Thanks for the comment about kids. I guess it is true that they are who they are and patience is about all a person has at some points. The good news is that our talks did create an awareness about her of the tactic being used on her.  It has actually changed her entire perspective on life.  Thanks so much for what you did say because I am sure there is more to come and I am trying to have little expectation so I am happily surprised if any good comes out of it. Are you of the opinion that each kid is hardwired to be a certain kind of person and there is little you can do to change it?  I am just curious because I do believe that to a point. Thanks again for your comment, you have such a nice way of saying things. I do appreciate it.

  • hi I came by and read… it was good and kept my interest….have a good day…

  • At last, I am back and I do enjoy poetry!!

    You still must get back to me about really good celtic music artists, if you please!!

    More on my site to come!!

    Beautiful day to you and then some

    She on her native soil.

  • Luxembourg prices are okay for sigarettes, for tanking and to put money in secret bank accounts….not for me.
    I ma listening to Piaf too….the sparrow and we have birds that are talking about writing the bible….free the birds is theyr motto.

  • I so miss hearing Miss Piaf for she was a favorite of mine. I can no longer hear the high tones.

    My dad was seventeen when he ran from home to join the army with a friend. The friend went on to fight in France and was gassed, my dad got blood poisoning in a finger and was made to stay back. He was an officer’s aide and chauffeur and was really heart-broken that he couldn’t fight. Later his friend married and Dad fell hard for my mom and our families were friends for the next eighty some years….They were there for me as a child. I was born on their anniversary. Does it strike you how the parlance has changed in all the wars since then?? In WWII we bought savings stamps at ten cents a stamp and cried in the movie theatre when the news showed our “boys” fighting and dying. Then Korea and many were called up in the draft, but few volunteered and I cannot remember one slogan for that war. Then that dirty, politically activated war in Viet Nam that left us a divided nation with untold thousands of men who didn’t die in the war, but felt they would have been luckier if they had for they came back with brain damage, a propensity for cancer due to “agent Orange” and far too many with drug addictions they picked up in ‘Nam. I don’t think we can ever accept the NEED  for a war ever again. What do you think?

  • I bet YOU made your wife feel like Cleopatra.  I like your bald head.  I will be bald soon.  I have been told if there was a woman who could pull of bald I can do it.  What’s your favorite beer?  I had two Old Peculiars last night.  And some very fascinating Belgium beers two weeks ago. 

  • Both of these poems are fabulous.  I loved the words you used to describe the smell of the church in the second poem.  The first poem made me sad.  Hope all is well with you!

  • AHGHGHGHGHGRGH!  I can’t believe you took the time to comment in my little old diary.  You are like a celebrity to me.  Your poetry blows my mind.  Okay, now that I’ve made you blush and made your head swell I’ll leave…Thank you SO much, you really made my day!

  • The first poet definitely isn’t empty headed! Great!

  • I’m still here, Terry, still reading, still wondering……I’ve been down, and I didn’t want to bring you with me, so I haven’t really commented around much lately.  I do so love Rev. Tobias’ new poem….If I were to meet him in real life, he’d be a great Rev. to have an actual conversation with, rather than be proselytized to constantly.

    Have a great one, and don’t push yourself too hard!

    Jeni

  • I see you know Edgware Middlesex, It looked the same in 1978 but that was a long time ago. My house is now owned by an Indian couple but I still write to the one remaining old tenant, a man who lived next door, his wife died some years ago but he is going strong ,we only write at Xmas. All the rest of neighbours have died, so I think Australia must be healthier, what was once a Jewish Community seems to now be Indian and I hear the Jewish people have moved further out to Boreham Wood probabaly true groups do seem to get together .I am not Jewish not that i have anything against them, i had some good friends but when it was a jewish holiday, the schools were almost empty. I was born in West Hendon do you know that, it had really gone down hill last time I visited, couldn’t wait to leave, as it was spoiling my childhood memories. Liked all the poems, why do you write under so many names. Cheers Marj

  • Argh……Jesus has three heads!!!???!!! lol

    Anyhow, I had to laugh about your comment of The Sarahs being banned from Poetry.com. Too funny!

    Sorry it’s taken so long for me to respond…this comp has been down for a few days…back up and running smoothly…woot!

    Ta-ta for now!

  • Just popping in to say a quick hello! Thanks for the comment! Hope all is well with you.

  • “Smoking pot, drinking beer.” My kinda poetry!! DRINK!! DRINK!! DRINK!! DRINK!! DRINK!! DRINK!! DRINK!! DRINK!!

  • I always love the words of the Rev. Again, two excellent poems, Terry. Take care, and peace.

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