Thank-You.
I’ve had my engine stoked now
for many years
by a grateful God.
I have seen life
and lived from it.
I have seen death
and learnt from it.
I have seen happiness
and I have seen grief.
I thank Him
that I am here right now
starching my dog-collar,
cooking my little dinner
and holding my faithful bible.
I know I could have done more,
what honest man can say otherwise?
What man can sit back and reflect
that he had done it all?
It is snowing outside,
I see each unique flake
as a reminder of Him,
and I thank him for my living on
when so many,
so much more deserving than I,
have passed away.
I have my faults,
I look at pretty women with lust,
I do not always say my prayers…
but what man can look in the mirror,
and see the reflection
with the perfection
of a small child?
I must go to bed now,
perhaps I can make a sermon
of these thoughts
for my faithful flock
of 37.
—
The Reverend Tobias Trontby. +
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Cursing All Bar One.
_________________
We curse the stones
that move.
We curse the wind
and rain.
We curse very time itself
and entrophic pain.
We curse the seas
and the skies,
And we curse the heavens
too.
The only thing
that we can not curse
Is our special love
for you.
—
Marie St. Denis.
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Comments (46)
I like the second poem a lot.
And I like fish & chips and I like soccer. But, shouldn’t you say ‘football’ instead of soccer since you’re from way over yonder?
-Sarah
Men of the cloth are always a mess – that’s what my tarot teacher said – either drugs or sex… and I did know a few, not all the same religion either, and, hmmn, what my tarot teacher said seems true… brilliant poems, as ever- xo
The Rev. is surely in top form.
Wonderful
Thanks for the words. Didn’t you know that babies float?
Sounds like most Revs I know.
ryc: of course, but it will take a bit longer
These are really great. I love Rev. Toby
Yes! you are right… rtc: It is Le Grand Place in Brussels.
Very good
I hope you are well.
different angles on thanks?
It’s amazing how each of your character personae can take on such a different tone each.
Oh, and ryc…1.) Be Nasty to Women Day? Awww, rats! I hate abuse and self-abuse! 2.) Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition! hahahahaha!
I like both of these poems and the points they make… For I have my faults too. =)
I used to love listening to Pam Ayers on the T.V. I think her accent made her more funny. I wonder what happened to her is she still alive ,as we never get news of her over here. Cheers Marj
The first work.. was great to read, it gave off a very great feeling, of peaceful acceptance, acceptance of life and the way it was lived.
The second was just cute. i loved it.. at the end i was like aww.
well hope u have a great day
crystal
Hello there. Great job. I like it.
Great poetry, and interesting transition from the priest to the lines of curses. Thank you for your criticisms, they are very helpful.
M.A.
You have gotten the Reverend down so well; it always feels truthful.
you dear friend have made me thankful that I am here to see the snow…every lasta flake of them…giggles very nice writings…huggs…sassy
I like the one about God
Beautiful….~Jaime~
I like both poems a lot, but the second one really captured my attention! Take care and have a happy Friday!
lord my face is soaking wet enuf said thanx magi
Interesting post re: Catholic Priest. You write this so very well. The second, still musing over that one ~ have a good day!
Introspective. You always give me something to think about. Thank You.
Thank you LP–you have mastered the Rev. Don’t we curse what we don’t understand? Constant pain would make one weary and curse all. Hopeful thoughts sent your way today.
Hugs
Poor Rev. All lust and no loving…. I really liked the second poem. Has a nice flavor to it.
A wonderful read as usual. I always enjoy a visit to your site. You understand the inner mind so well
we curse too much especially the stones that move & sadly the other elementals without a word isn’t Pineapple the friut of royality ? i read that somewhere along with an extensive history somewhere sometime these were moving writings blue star baby
I always find your poetry refreshing. A story or a poem or both.
my my my.
what a pleasant read.
The same snow flakes are coming down hier too, they are all unique,
and tomorrow they all been gone, but the journey will continue, where? who knows,
Cursing is the same as praying.
The same snow flakes are coming down hier too, they are all unique,
and tomorrow they all been gone, but the journey will continue, where? who knows,
Cursing is the same as praying.
Hello? Orangena closed her site down?
Thanks for commenting! ~Jaime~
I know it is nothing like it, but that second poem reminds me of Invictus, which has always been a favorite of mine.
ah..it’s always the small gatherings amongst the weary that bring joy..
a reverend’s flock is his life..
Great stuff! *hugs*
Sheri
You asked how many people were murdered in my city that weren’t nutters themselves….ummm none. well….ok I’ll admit to one, as were not entirely sure of the circumstances (man was found murdered outside a bar,so we have to assume he wasn’t a nut) But I have lived here for 16 years and know of 5 murders in that time. 4 of them were nutters!
I love your work….I like the second poem especially, although brief, it is concise.
RYC: I think it’s just the winter blahs effecting my muse. Spring will be coming soon and with it comes quite an onslaught of poetic words…so much in fact, that I have to scramble to keep up with what flows in my head. Well that’s how it’s been the past few years, with the onset of Spring anyway…I’m not hoping for any deviation from the pattern. lol
Also, I will have to check into thoise poets you mentioned. I’ve not read their work extensively, as of yet.
Your second poem made my heart fluttery and filled it with such hope. Heck, it even made me smile. Thanks a lot. I’m glad that I decided to read my subscriptions, instead of studying biology! Hahaha.
I especially like the second one. It has a nice pay off!
Hope all is well with you.
Well I am back once more and so glad to see you are still at the top of your game. Come see me!
Marnie
I love the Reverend.
A truly poignant and marvelous entry. Thank you for providing me with good poetry to read.
~V
RYC – what makes you say that? If i was subbed to you – and then lost you I also lost some other people and couldnt remember who i was subbed to – so have been waiting for them to come shout at me lolololol
I like especially the first poem because it says well what a simple man feels when he is getting old . A kind of disenchantment but not completely . This man did in his life what he could .
The second poem is a clever antithesis between the bad things we think and Love who is above all .
In friendship
Michel
You are quick on your . . .pen, very witty response. OK you have me there, Sarahs are not 100% as none of us are. I read poem 5, quite long, it is the combination of qualities or features that distinguishes one person, group, or thing from another, distorted like a cartoon. It is little ‘truisms’ from the L.P. put in prose. No?
I think I mispelled that as I often do. I mean true-isms. Your point of view coming forth bleeding out in these characters you create. Sometimes it is, seemingly, “just for fun” other times it is quite a sincere jab at a person or lifestyle or belief. It is interesting. I read between the lines that you are in search of Truth. Yes?