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Godfrey Rust



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PostPosted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 11:22 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The Chaucer parody further back reminds me of a splendid quatrain I saw in a university publication when I was a student several decades ago and still recall...,

A cricketere was ther of the toun
Of his legge-brekes cam grete renoun
He bolwed ferst balle the batsman thompe
The next he klep him, midel stompe



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Michael Shepherd



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PostPosted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 3:43 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

A tetchy private note to Those Too Busy To Read It

Your friends – well-meaning, I’ve no doubt –
have warned me not to bother you
because you’re ‘very busy’…

(this said, I note, with just the faintest hint
of some reproof to one with too much time
in which to waste all others’ far more valuable time…)

and so, I wait.. and wonder at your busyness..
hoping that it’s not because
you flatter thus, your own self-image of importance…

or that ‘busyness’ is just your excuse
to ‘prioritise’, and put aside
what you hope to get away with, leaving it undone..

and of course, there’s yet the possibility
that I’m well known as garrulous old fart..
…but if that’s so -- how come you’ve read this far?..


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David Taylor



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PostPosted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 12:07 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

The Birds And The Trees

Once in a land that had only one tree
a bird came and sat and sang on my knee.
And in a place that had only one bird
I sat under a tree that said that he'd heard
of a place where the branches were full
of birds that sing at the start of the dawn.

Once in a land that had only one bird
a tree came to tell me of what he had heard.
That in a place where there's only one tree
the birds will come and sing on your knee.

And the point of the story, I'm sure you must see
only one bird will tell all of trees
about that place where they sit and sing on your knee.
But in a place where there are acres of trees
it is rare to find one that comes to tell me
of what he had most definitely heard
about that land that has only one bird.

But if you sit at the start of the dawn
in the land with one bird and with trees it is full
you'll wait a very long time, you will see
before it sits and sings on your knee.

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Michael Shepherd



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PostPosted: Tue May 19, 2009 2:36 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The Tale of Emma Chissett


Emma Chissett’s
missed out lunch;
she’s suffering
a credit crunch;

Emma Chissett
checks out who
today is offering
three-for-two;

Emma checks
the cornbeef tins
in those illegal
‘sell by’ bins;

finds ‘eat by’ dates
passed ( hard to see..);
mentions this;
and gets them free;

Emma’s icebox
shelves for meat
holds tougher cuts:
chew first, then eat..

Emma’s sharp eye
spots bruised fruit;
negotiates
a price to suit;

Emma does
these shops a good turn:
avoids some angry
customer return;

she’s there before
every Church bazaar:
spots the mispriced
from afar;

turns the expensive
fashion gown
to show the tear or stain;
brings the price right down;


and woe betide
a market stall :
‘emmachissett ?’..
and prices fall..

Emma Chissett, with
her sharp-eyed corncrake voice,
weather-hen of our economy;
true star of Market Choice..


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Michael Shepherd



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PostPosted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 3:38 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Anirvacaniiya-khyaati

Our subject for today’s lesson is
Anirvacaniiyakhyaati. I’ve
put in up on the board for you with a
hyphen just to make things easier
for those of you whose Sanskrita is
a little rusty or should I say sandhy ha ha

so notebooks out, this may be
a matter of life or death if
you’re walking in a hot or wild country

and for those who’ve just joined us, it
means, in as far as any language
can be translated into another,
the indefinability of apprehension
yes it’s that important as you’ll see

there are three theories of khyaati
so take a new page for this:
where the object of error is real,
where the object of error is unreal and
where the object of error, ha, is
neither real nor unreal, no Jones minor
we’re not saying what ‘the object of error’
is at this stage this is philosophy
not Scouting for Boys OK ?

The first theory write this carefully
was held by Nyaya, Yogacara, Sankya,
Prabhakara, Bhatta, and Ramanuja
so you see how important it was
held to be and the second by Madhyamika
and of course Madhva and
under the last group, Advaita

and we’ll leave to next week
the Buddhists who agreed
or disagreed with those chaps or
indeed with themselves I shall
only mention Gaudapada for
the moment so for homework
find out all you can about khyaati
and no perceptual errors ha ha

now Jones minor if we must descend
to the mundane and in your case
adhistana, the substratum and
dosa that’s ignorance Jones minor
which are the two requirements
for perceptual error to take place a matter
with which you must be familiar ha ha

let’s not take the nacreous
silvered shell instance today
let’s say you’re taking a walk on
a woodland path just before the sun
goes down but it’s quite shadowy
or on horseback or in a car for that matter

and in the half-light there’s something on
the path in front of you, is it
yes you remembered Jones,
a coil of rope or… a snake ?
Now do you get why it’s important
to know about perceptual error

if it’s a cobra that will be
obvious enough, it spreads its hood
but more likely if it’s all neatly coiled up
like a sailor’s rope which
let’s face it is unlikely
in a country district
it’s a snake asleep
or sunning itself on the lovely
hot black asphalt, get off your horse
a distance away for the horse’s sake
find a long stick and gently
no don’t throw it place it
by the side of the road somewhere
where it will thank you for it

and if you remember to address it
as Krishna that would be good
anyway respect nature and
the eco-system about which
we know so little as we talked about last term
so now I hope your dosa Jones
is now suitably enlightened and
you see how important
perceptual error can be but

remember this is ultimately
about the Great Illusion, maya, which
we’ll be dealing with next term
now run along or your parents
may suffer from a perceptual error
due to the indefinability of apprehension
about your whereabouts ha ha


*

[Sorry Prof, but I just read your book
and you never got around to...]

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David Taylor



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PostPosted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 9:55 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Great Uncle Arthur

Great uncle Arthur was never a master
of anything he tried either now or hereafter.
When he potted a plant it withered and died
and when he made jam it ran all over his hands.
When he mended the car it never went very far
and when he painted the door it opened no more.
When a holiday he booked it was only the brochure he looked,
the company had already closed down its doors
before he was able to get to that place he'd adored.

No great uncle Arthur was never a master
of anything he tried either now or hereafter.
If he picked up the phone he just got continuous tone
and if it should ring it invariably said,
is that the home owner, have double glazing instead?
If he went for a stroll the sun quickly went in,
the heavens just always seemed to pour rain down on him.
And if he took to his bed when he was weary at night
there would be bumps and screams to wake him with fright.

No great uncle Arthur was never a master
of anything he tried either now or hereafter.
But the funny thing is, a mystery to me,
I never saw him frown or even displeased.
Oh dear uncle Arthur what is it you know
that makes you shine always from your head to your toes?

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Michael Shepherd



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PostPosted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 11:01 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Scholarship intrudes in Hundred-Acre Wood


'CR..' said Pooh, holding his paw tight round CR's hand as he did when he had a Disturbing Thought, 'how do you pronounce St? '

The Animals were agitated. It was like a day in March when the wind blew leaves and things to finish up where they shouldn't be. Some tourist had thrown aside an academic paperback with an essay on 'The Divine Symbolism of Dante and Hundred-Acre Wood' by someone called Po... (the page was torn just there) .

'St, Pooh? That's not a real word...'

'It says I'm really St Peter, CR, and you're Jesus Christ and Eeyore's St Thomas... CR, who's Jesus Christ? '

'Oh that's a swear-word that grown-ups use, but it must be a silly book, 'cos I'm not allowed to say it anyway... Silly old Pooh' said CR fondly.

'Oh that's all right then. I thought I might be someone else and not know it', said Pooh. He relaxed his grip on CR's hand, and the boy and his bear walked happily together down the path towards the Poohsticks Bridge, the occasional twig cracking under their feet, like they do after a mad March wind has put them in the wrong place...

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Michael Shepherd



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PostPosted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 12:58 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Pooh and the Very Important Word

for Cheryl who saw the bee first


It was a fine early Spring morning, and in the Forest the Animals were busy Being Themselves, and doing all the things that Being Oneself involves.

Pooh had had a Being Myself morning, sorting out the hunny jars and wondering if two half-full jars were really quite the same as one full jar, or really quite different; and why a half-full jar looked quite different from a half-empty jar..

But now this afternoon the Boy and his Bear are walking down the path towards the Poohsticks bridge, and the path is feeling Springy too, with its dry leaves and twigs and beech mast like the bouncy mattress in CR’s nursery, as if they were saying ‘yes, we are here too !’

‘CR..’ said Pooh, holding CR’s hand rather tight as he did when a Big Thought was hovering like a bee who hasn’t quite made its mind up whether to land here or move on somewhere else, ‘what’s Ah-Dwy-Ter ?’

‘Well Pooh..’ said CR slowly, wanting to answer but not wanting to confuse a Bear of Very Little Brain who was also Beloved Bear…

‘There’s Dwy-ter and Ah-dwy-ter… Dwy-ter means sort of Two to Indians, and Ah-dwy-ter means Not Two…’

There was a long pause, while Spring went on springing, and the bee in Pooh’s brain did another circle because it sensed that there was more hunny somewhere in this flowerbed than had yet called attention to itself.

‘So it’s like, when it’s a stormy day and we shan’t see each other, and I feel saddish and Not One… and then at lunchtime the clouds clear and you come along and I’m happy to see you…and I feel that you and I are really Not Two when we’re together…?’

‘Something like that, Pooh’ said CR. ‘Because, if someone were coming up this path towards us right now, they might say ‘Oh look, there’s the two of them…’ But we should know it’s not really like that…’

And a warm happy feeling spread from Pooh’s feet walking on the bouncy Spring path, up to the tip of his nose and the edges of his ears that CR liked to stroke when he ran out of words.

Now Pooh knew another Very Important Word which wasn’t as big close up as it was in the distance, and knew exackly the difference between One and Not Two and how, to those who really understand these things, one and one can make a Not Two sort of One...

Pooh squeezed CR’s hand like people do who are Not Two, and CR looked down affectionately at Beloved Bear as they walked down the Springy path in the sunshine, and the sky seemed glad to have rained, but happy not to be raining now:

‘Silly old Pooh…’

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Cheryl ALbrecht



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PostPosted: Sun May 09, 2010 11:09 pm    Post subject: Brother Sun Sister Moon Reply with quote

Today the Sun said
"Where Oh where are we?
What is the time of day?"

His startled friend, Moon,
Said "are you the loon?
You direct the time!
Your's the mandate, yeah.."

"now if you don't care
or change your true tune
there'll be hell to pay,
everyone will stray!"

Sun: "alright... OK,
so... no holiday?"

Moon said "there's no need
if everyday
is a holy day"

"Right then!" the Sun beamed.
Out of sight, Moon dreamed.

*******
Cheryl


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John Kelly



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PostPosted: Mon May 10, 2010 4:52 pm    Post subject: fun with words Reply with quote

Friends or Deja Vu Blues.

Invites to friends what does it all mean? (on some web sites)
Pictures appearing upon internet screen
Faces disguising the one inner Self,
Won’t collect any dust in a frame on my shelf

They all look quite happy ‘cept they don't look like me
They’re all clean and shiny like I’d like to be
Shall I invite him or write him or maybe ask her
Or just write some words and embalm them in myrrh?

Please don’t be my friend you won’t like what you see
Death like a raven keeps following me
I can’t even talk straight unless it’s in rhyme
And I’ve those déjà vu blues for most of the time.
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PostPosted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 11:25 am    Post subject: Scholarship in Hundred-Acre Wood? Reply with quote

Scholarship in Hundred-Acre Wood?

'School's out!' shouted Christopher Robin and with his satchel still in hand he skipped along the path, and called out for Pooh.

And there was Pooh sitting on a clump of grass near his house, where the butterflies were a-flutter and the bees a-humming all about.

'Hey Pooh, what have you been up to?' asked Christopher Robin.

Pooh smiled when he saw C.R. and said 'I've been wondering'

'Ah Pooh, and what have you been wondering?'

'I was wondering what 'funny form' might mean. I heard someone in the wood say my friend Kanga had a funny form.'

'Oh maybe they were talking about 'shape'. We all have a different shape and colour too, don't we Pooh?' said C.R.

Pooh put his paw to his head and then said 'Yes I think we do'

'Iv'e been looking in this book you gave me C.R, that names things.
the book called Pooh's Pocket Dictionary.
I looked up a word like you showed me and I found 'form' said Pooh excitedly.

'I'm proud of you Pooh!' exclaimed C.R.

'But I couldn't find 'funny form' in there C. R.
But my wondering found me another word, shall I tell you? shall I spell it?

'Yes Pooh, please do!'

'OK, it is - t r a n s f o r m.

I think it means .. uh .. well, when I look at you,
I see you are the same as me'

*******
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David Taylor



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PostPosted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 12:49 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Perhaps You Already Know?

Perhaps you already know,
or otherwise might imagine,
although imagining is but a pale shadow
of the experience.
Rather like seeing a picture of a Lion,
which is not at all the same as meeting one.
But if you do not already know
then how better to explain
than in a poem? So here goes,
or rather here Is,
because you see there is not really
any go about it, or coming for that matter,
and well you could say it was
2 days ago but then it was not really
ago at all, more like now,
except that, “that” now,
now seems to be then
and of course I was there,
but then or rather now,
I might say nowhere really,
or perhaps everywhere;
if there was anywhere for everywhere to be.
But then;
perhaps you already know?

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Alan Edward Roberts



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PostPosted: Thu May 24, 2012 8:03 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

This is a poem about God and the human condition written by Godfrey Rust (also see Poems - Godfrey Rust, on this forum) ...

Adam

it wasn't me

it was that woman
she doesn't know what's good for her
she did it

and then
it was that snake
horrible slimy snake
I wouldn't have believed a word
I wouldn't have been taken in
imagine a talking snake
well I ask you

and then
and then
it was you
you made Eve
you made the serpent
it's your rotten apple
you knew all about it—
I was miles away
doing the garden like I was told

you're the one
you did it
it wasn't me
it wasn't me

and anyway I only took a little bite
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