With the saturation of information
Comes a troubled mind with inflammation.
Hyper-intelligence comes with it’s curse
It’s only remedy is the simple nurse,
Whose only gift is compassion.
R. de L.
17/11/2011
“Upgrade the status of care and common sense.”
Who has stolen
The world economy?
Any information
Leading to the arrest
Of the culprit or culprits
Should be handed in to the police,
But, for goodness sake,
Not to the bankers.
Free will is a fickle
Little blighter.
I thank God I don’t rely on it
For a good and godly outcome.
Nevertheless free will
Always will be in the dock
And the defending council
Will always lose it’s case.
Hebrew, Greek and Latin
Share the same common room,
Others maybe signed in as guests.
And what of love?
Love loves itself
And descends on
The least expected
And the least deserving.
What I like about God
Is that He is good at
Chess and likes to say
Checkmate.
Chapter & verse?
Check it out.
R.de L. 06/09/2011
Money markets rise,
Money markets fall,
Toe- tippers get a tingle,
Upon their toes it falls.
The tide is pulled by moon,
Markets pulled by greed,
And thus, and thus it’s ever been
And ever more will be
Until the soul is freed.
An explanation.
“SIN”
Explore the word. Yeah, ok, claptrap to the many, refreshing for the few.
The whole counsel of God as revealed in the King James Bible floats my boat.
And my boat, with Christ within, will never sink.
Contradictions welcomed, but check your references well.
A policeman wanders round with shield,
Shall he arrest, or shall he yield?
Political correctness,
Sin has rights,
All buzzing round his head.
Fires blaze and gangs to loot,
And COBRA asks
“What’s the route?”
And clerics go “Ho hum.”
R. de L. 09/08/2011
Last night I saw a drama on television about Professor Stephen Hawking. Now, there’s a man who God has fun with, ‘probably’!
Sarcasm to the side, Stephen, you are a brave man & for you ‘faith’ is, indeed, the missing link.
One last point, his character was played superbly by Benedict Cumberbatch who, my daughter says, is wonderful.
Contradictions are those impish little blighters, the jokers of the pack, that turn up in every discipline known to man. Live with them we must but not without poking and tweaking them and challenging their mischievous little myths.
Insults, criticisms and those not so funny put downs don’t affect me any more since my ego has told me I’m rubbish anyway. But, hey, I can live with that, I love my rubbish, and, to my advantage, my family, for the most, find it hilarious, laughing with me or at me it matters not. My psychiatrist is taking sick leave, her G.P has referred her to a psychiatrist. Ok, so I’ve just made the last bit up but the fact is I’m off the radar.
Contradictions are the result of on the one hand a poorly drafted text, and on the other hand the undiagnosed dyslexic or a lazy reader.
Punctuation marks are like traffic cones, often in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The problem of longevity is that the problems get worse. The human race is a perfect example.
A point of honesty (I don’t know why I bother, it seems to be out of vogue at the moment) I can honestly, with my hand on my heart, (now let’s see, which side is my heart? Oh yes, I’ve got it,) that I’ve never heard or seen these words written down. That’s not to say that some individual from the past, in the present and even the future, who, like me, have nothing better to do with their time than to write what appears to be the same things as I do, will not say the same things. All credit to the embroiderer of the tapestry of life.
I thank my wife, who takes down the dictation and my English student daughter, Chloe, who makes sure all the tenses are in the right place.