January 6, 2005
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In the next few days I must tidy my flat up. But I’ll get to all of you who have and will sign this and my Clowne blog. I promise, it’s just I have hated living in filth and now I do not need to. (Ps it’s also back to work!)
To carry you on here is two new pieces by our good decent old English vicar, the Rev. Toby.
Back on the prose with Sophie’s blog reaching page 8. GOT to work on Anyway.
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“Sam”
You could see the sea in his eyes
As he puffed his pipe.
His doctor had long given up
Trying to get Sam to give up smoking.
“Don’ it all me life!” he said.
What amazed me was why
Someone who had spent 50 years on boats and ships
Should want to live so far in-land as Shawthwaite.
“It’s like this Pardre” he grinned,
“Mind if I smoke?”
I smiled and produced my own pipe
For a rare smoke but needed empathy.
“I spent too long trying t’ get away from Her
But everytime I opened a window,
There she be, calling me, calling me.
She is a drug my friend,
The sea is a drug.
An’ only way t’ turn yer back ont-it
Is t’ live too far inland.”
All around Sam were icons of the sea,
Fishing nets, pieces from boats, pieces from the brine.
“Nay married ever Pardre” Sam smiled.
“ad a gal once, pretty as a spring rose,
But she went off wi’ another
Tired of waiting for me t’ tie the knot.
It were only knot I could nay tie
For it took the sea away from me.”
He took a puff and closed his eyes.
At first I thought he might have dozed off,
But his brandy-filled eyes re-opened and looked at me
In the smile of his weatherboard face.
“Thou won’t hab t’ bury me when I’m gone, Pardre.
They are doing it at sea.
Not my ashes, not my coffin,
But my whole body,
For I want t’ feed the fish
As they once fed me.”
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The Reverent Tobias Trontby +
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“My New Year Sermon, 2005.”
It is said by disbelievers that to believe in Jesus you must believe man had fallen, that he was cast out with Adam and Eve, and was in need of a redeemer from God in the form of the Christ-child.
I myself have never believed that man has fallen, no matter how much evil I see in the world. I do not see it as a fall.
In my long life as a Parish Priest, I have seen a million people who had never fallen, but who have rose from the ashes of evil and shown goodness and kindness and warmth.
To see man as fallen and thus in need of redemption you must see man as evil. I can not see man as evil, he has too much goodness with-in him.
So do I believe in Jesus?
Yes, I believe He is needed by us all as the light in the darkness, as the guide through the fear of life, but most of all, as a friend. A friend that will always be our friend, always be our trusted confidence.
I like to think of Jesus as an imaginary friend. Someone we can talk to when we are lonely, ask questions of when we are in doubt, and provide a shoulder to cry on when we fear. Someone who will always be there in our hearts and in our minds.
If, dear people, I sometimes forget the Bible, it does not mean I forget our friend, Jesus Christ, our Lord in Heaven.
Let us Pray.
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The Reverend Tobias Trontby +
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Comments (53)
yay, first to comment! i must agree w/the reverend…men are not evil. have fun tidying up your flat ;o)
this poem is so touching…
the sadness overwhelms
and i could actually smell the pipe smoke
Bravo!! for another great poem
MiLord
You are amazing.
I love these, I do love Rev Toby but, I loved these two pieces you have written because they are really beautiful. Well done!!
I am so happy for you. I hope you changed the locks and dont let that idiot back in your house ever!!
take care of yourself. You are loved.
Jesus teaches love and thats all that should matter
You are one of the greatest teachers of xanga
Peace
John
Both are beautiful…soul filling
I like both the pieces very much. You are a friend of my friend, so you are my friend too.
let me pray along…
I enjoyed both of these, very much.
Isn’t it wonderful to get your things just the way you like them? Have fun!
Love the Reverend~Love the Poet~
Blessings~
I love Sam’s story.
The poetry about Sam is very moving ..the last part really touches the most.
Hope all are tidy now
Dear Lord ,thank you for these offerings the REV is one of my favorites we all need an imaginary friend i have mine pictured in a starry crown sometimes , but sadly some thought him a devil when he was cast down go figure Magi
I LOVED the fishy ending. It’s the way it should be.
(Can you believe I’m back already?!)
Any suggestions on how you would have done so? I truly appreciate some criticism, it’s too rare.
~V
lord i would apologize for my blog confusing u so but i no longer have empathy *smiley face* magi
Reverend Toby has the right idea. Recycle.
Really good shit, LP. Especially #1. (Jesus is a mythical fellow, tho). LOL.
Amen to the Rev. Toby! Definitely not fallen. And shaken but not stirred, too.
And the poem was beautiful.
I like the idea of an imaginary friend. After all, when I was young, I had two of them (named for reasons that I cannot fathom, except that it must’ve been their names) Hensen and Ghenssie. (I’m not sure of the spelling, though.)
Both very extraordinary pieces.
Tidy is good.
Intriguing
I like these posts.. you ‘hit the nails on the head’ in so many cases..
So many good things come from “tidying” up your living quarters. I often compare it to sweeping out the old to make room for the new (in my case the new me). Other times it is to sweep out “pity-pot” feelings or sad thoughts that refuse to leave. In any case, after a “tidying” it seems serenity reigns…at least here it does…I hope the same happens for you.
Glad you were able to clean your flat, i like all the poems you put on here. Seems a shame you don’t get them posted all together in a book. Cheers marj
i love the last verse in “Sam” to give back from what was given…..hope your health is good
Sam, his pipe and the sea….nothing more noble than living and dying on your own terms.
As for that sermon, right on, Rev Toby. There are enough religions that bank on guilt and shame.
Terry… your site is the first site I’ve visited in a while, and it’s grand to see your poems from the ‘Rev’ posted. As you know from my many previous comments, I really enjoy this character of yours. His insight and perspectives are marvelous. The ‘Rev’ lives in you as all your characters; however, this character is most unique. Yours is the only site I will comment on until this wednesday. Thank you Terry, and peace.
Terry… your site is the first site I’ve visited in a while, and it’s grand to see your poems from the ‘Rev’ posted. As you know from my many previous comments, I really enjoy this character of yours. His insight and perspectives are marvelous. The ‘Rev’ lives in you as all your characters; however, this character is most unique. Yours is the only site I will comment on until this wednesday. Thank you Terry, and peace.
PS: I did read your novel chapters a couple of weeks ago, and I really enjoyed them. Very entertaining and imaginative stuff. Always a pleasure to read your work.
Peace.
Yay! For the poems and the flat cleaning! I need to do some rearranging, to accommodate my new printer. I think I’ve about run out of power strips! But I did manage to clean out the refridgerator and tackle the kitchen, even if I’ve not yet gotten my son to take the holiday decorations out to the shed!
I’ve decided to keep the tree up, since it’s fake and white, and decorate it for any an all celebrations I feel like having. A new tradition! lol Of course, I’ll need to do some room-planning for that, too! Hopefully, only once…hehehe…
Much Peace and Love…and more of the latter, once the place is clean! GFW
Jagermeifter is a german liquor in a green bottle, has that emblem of the deer
and you are right that we are our own worst judges, i need to take that into more consideration.
im still awful at picking backgrounds
peace
John
I have caught up with my reading here in LordP and was duly impressed with Sophi again. The whole time I read her things I picture a young girl of her age never seeing you behind the writing. I think you are amazing in your abilities to create this youngster as well as your other characters. Impressive may be short of what I mean.
Regards and I’m glad I finally made it here to catch up on what i had missed.
Becca
i loved, loved, loved “Sam”. you really brought him to life. Thanks for being so complimentary in your past two comments to me..it means a great deal coming from someone whose writing I greatly respect. If you get bored when you are done cleaning up your place, you could always hop on a jet and come clean up mine.
~jacki
RYC: I should just get use to Xanga’s hiccups then
if i go to another blogger’s site i am sure i would experience the same in fact any site would have the same problem 
got to see things in a brighter light. Your previous comment, i appreciate it ..i just sometimes wonder why i always have to go through this when im the good person here 
Thank you, LordPineapple …I’m honored to be termed “Your poetical friend”… and thanks for trying to defend me…he’s just a kid anyway, so I hope no one really holds it against him… He’s probably just trying to sound cool, and end up COOL-NOT.
This is such a desolate piece, so much emotions in it… The last stanza is so moving…”Not my body…..for once they fed me…” WOW! Hope you have a wonderful week ahead.
I go along with the rest in praising the Reverend’s post and sermon. Wonder what the hierarchy of his church will think of an imaginary Jesus. Glad you’re personal situation has improved and that you are able to clean your flat of its debris–both human and otherwise.
Very beautiful writing! I read your comment on Mystical2 ‘ s weblog. You were born partly autistic? How did you realize and how does that show in your all day life? I feel autistic parts and actions in me, so I am interested in other people’s experiences… Happy New Year and have a nice new week.
from lonelydolphin
I liked these as well; and you’re right, I definitely could have been a bit more creative. I’ve been up for about 27 hours, though, so give me a little break? Haha. Too tired to function, but too antsy to sleep. How troublesome.
As Sam says – we came from the see and we will go back to the see.
The rev. Tobias is a very kind man and he is right in writing this verses, but he must not forget the good and evil go togrether,so perhaps Good and evil are the same thing.
The Rev’s stuff is interesting with a Moby Dick flair.
The photo of the turtle and of the Hyppo was on all papers of Europe. Actually I think that this nice story is not true but it is a very good business for the guy who sold the photo and the story to the papers.
I don’t trust the papers anymore nowadays.
Cheers to more written splendor …
D
hey, at least you tried to be sarcastic, right? It’s the effort that counts.
lisa
your house must be really dirty angel/beckon call
wonderful write….i see you reading it in me head….
m
The second piece is phenomenal. Sums it all up nicely indeed. Hope the cleaning goes quickly and smoothly.
NEXT PIECE=THURSDAY.
I like tidiness…..I have to do that around my abode as well. *sigh*
Love your poems!
P.S.: I might check out that forum!
Dear Terry,
I always find your comments about being an atheist rather interesting whenever I read a poem by the Reverend Toby. Athiest is as athiest does, or words to that effect.
Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool
I do prefer a short sermon. It leaves more time for DRINK! And of course I’m still drinking; it helps keep me working so I can keep on drinking! Are you still cleaning your flat?
DRINK!! DRINK!! DRINK!! DRINK!!
This is my first stop here. I’ve had an interesting little adventure. Thank you for your comments.
Take Care, ~Y
Lord, enjoyed “The Voices” magi * l *