February 16, 2005
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New poem on the CLOWNE BLOG, as it might be next weekend I have time to come here. Roll on end of Hilary term!
Dear patient viewers, Work and pain curses me again this week. I have answered few of your lovely comments on any of my sites.
I am updating this one and will get to you in time, but to be sodding awkward, I’ll close this comment box, visit me if you want on the Clowne site. For I feel guilty as it is visiting so few of you!
Terry.
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when your local paper
has a swastika
on it’s front cover
and proud pictures of
german soldiers marching
to the sound of dying jews:
then the only use for the paper
is to burn it
and warm oneself
upon it’s filth.
what has happened to you norway?
what have you become?
—
Ingar Gǿrse
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one can’t get one’s body warm in winter
this far north.
but there’s so much warmth
that can come from you dear child,
from your smiling eyes
and your tiny gripping hands.
it is freezing outside
but i am hot
with the love of motherhood.
oh, watch me burn away the ice
off of our cold roof!
—
Ingar Gǿrse
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Are they worth it?
When new people move into the village
I tend to visit them
Shake their hands
And tell them that
The church is always open to them.
I rarely see them again
Except in their 4 X 4′s
On a Sunday morning
Going off shopping.
Sometimes I wonder if
It’s all worth it,
Worth the time and effect
Even to be nice to such people.
But it’s not for me to judge,
There is one higher than me
Who will know Himself…
Are they worth it?
—
The Reverend Tobias Trontby +
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The_Clowne_from_Clown
for any comments. Else just smile or groan to yourself, none of the above poems is a classic in any case.
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