Perhaps the Lord was Kidding…?

Perhaps the Lord was kidding when he said to “love your enemies”
and “pray for those who persecute” was something said in jest
If we would treat those “others” like they were a foul disease
I’m sure that God would look on us and say that we are blessed.

Maybe Jesus meant to speak out: “cursed be the one
who dares to live or do things that aren’t how you’d live or do –
so teach these precepts to your daughter teach them to your son:
To curse them before they can turn and put that curse on you”

Perhaps the Lord was kidding, but perhaps (and here I guess)
God’s son was speaking earnestly and asking you and me
to Love to Pray and (dare I say it), maybe even Bless
the ones who do not live as us and even disagree…



Two quatrains on two different gardens

In a garden a choice was made to take
Or not to take forbidden fruit and eat
And what a massive difference did it make
For bitterness sprung forth from sweet

In a garden a choice was made to take
Or not to take the sacrificial cup
And what a wondrous difference did it make
Sweet sprung from bitter when Christ took it up

False Origin Stories – Part 1

I love to tell my kids about how something works, or how something came to be. However, my explanations are often fictitious. I like to make my story as ridiculous as I possibly can…so that there will be no way that they will take me seriously I know I’ve done my job properly when I get a huge eye-roll.

The following is based on one of the tall tales that I told a few years back

If you like rock music, you like the electric guitar. However, we did not always have electric guitars (or, for that matter, electricty). In those pre-electric days, rock musicians would turn to steam powered guitars. They were LOUD (as all steam powered machines are)…and with the steam they generated, fog machines weren’t necessary either!

The biggest drawback of the steam-guitar was their lack of portability as they needed to be connected to a massive boiler and coal burner. Another issue was that nore than a few guitarists suffered severe burns from playing their instruments without wearing asbestos gloves (although these gloves were highly recommended by the guitar manufacturers, this instruction was rarely ever followed – if you’ve ever tried to play a stringed instrument while wearing gloves, you’ll understand why!)

Early environmentalists also raised objections about the excessive amount of fossil fuels being consumed to power the instruments, so when inventors discovered how to harness electricity, it was only natural for steam-guitars to be phased out in favour of the “greener” option of electric guitars. However, without steam-guitars, we would have never had [steam] punk rock!

In which the poet makes protest against his Restless Legs

Oh restless legs why must you ache
When all I wish to do is sleep
Eight hours I could stand to take
But from my bed I’ve had to creep
Tomorrow is a busy day
I’ll have no chance to slumber late
Oh restlessness please go away
(Come if you must some other date)
My knees and ankles crackle snap
And like Rice Krispies also pop
I know I’ll need to take a nap
I wish this achiness would stop!
I’m tired and I need my Zzz’s
Oh restless legs stop aching please!

Neurotypical?

so many things in life should be measured
in a spectrum rather than a state of black or white
no one is completely good or completely bad
no book is perfect, nor wholly devoid of any value
no animal is entirely ugly or beautiful
and so I wonder
is “neurotypical” even a real thing? Or
just some word devised by some psycologist
in order to say “this is good and all else is bad”
black and white
but who doesn’t have
some sort of issue
mental challenge
some are autistic – on a spectrum
some have FASD – (S is for spectrum)
mental health issues are common – some
barely notice, while others barely cope
and so I wonder
is “neurotypical” a word that should be
thrown into the dustbin of history
so that we can all say
“I’m neurodivergent – on the spectrum
same as you”
perhaps if we throw out the absolutes
we might start to get along.

When I was young

When I was young the adults knew
So many things that I did not
The words they spoke were always true
When I was young the adults knew
“Perhaps one day I’ll know things too
When I am old I’ll know a lot”
But now I’m old – my children know
So many things that I do not.