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Following Simplicity

Following Simplicity

 

Faith is not stupid

But it has to be gotten

(Be-gotten)

And owned by anyone

 

I can’t think of an

Authentic tradition

In the world of faith

That does not have

Its scholars

 

Faith is smart

With aspects of intelligence

That keep generations

Dealing in the finer

Points of interpretation

And practice

 

This work is nuanced

And important

But faith itself

 

Can be caught, cared

For, and grown

By anyone

 

For the blind can see

The deaf can hear

The lame can walk

The path can be traversed by

 

Whoever each is now

Whoever each is not

 

In fact, the less the better

To possess

On the way of faith

In Memoriam 17 March

In Memoriam 17 March

 

I miss you, friend

I drank scotch (not Jameson’s)

At your wake

 

You always liked this day

When we celebrate the troubles

And pray through beer for

 

Peace—you are in heaven, now

While I remain on a

Purgatory of earth

 

I believe; and I hope to see

You someday, which is more

Of an Amish than an Irish

 

Thing to say

Be in peace and joy and all

Green in forever living

Lines

Lines

 

the headline is

Nigeria mosque targeted

in suicide bomb attack

 

the ones with bombs were

women, one woman

inside, one woman outside

to catch those fleeing

from the first

 

two Muslims targeting

their own, killing and

wounding many

 

like the group at the

Christian church in South

Carolina, studying the

Bible when one’s own

opened fire

 

and, like Bible study, the

faithful at the mosque

(outskirts of Maiduguri)

were worshiping in prayer

 

C L Couch

 

(source Al Jazeera on 16 March)

Uber Man

Uber Man

 

Nietzsche misapplied

 

He is insane certainly

Though for the dead

That is no excuse

 

Merging of A-I with

Devilry (all tragic kinds)

Mythos and job

Conditions

 

Mindset foundation

Made of broken parts

And images, like

Rock upheaval when

 

Nature breaks in anger

Or remorse upon the

Earth

 

The driving’s done

Next civil movements

Decide and, at the

Last, enact

 

Salve released into

Chasms

 

Human libation

Offered in the cup

Divine participation

Hoped

 

C L Couch

 

http://www.freep.com/story/news/local/michigan/2016/03/14/kalamazoo-shooting-reports-released-what-he-told-his-wife/81762070/

eccentric impoverishment

eccentric impoverishment

 

I believe in odd things

in the creeping things of scripture

in the texture of flower petals

that hold the elixir of hope

for nature

 

in that which doesn’t last but

really does

kind encounters with strangers

(kind when strangers encount-

with me)

joy in small things

joy even on a day that’s dim

with unlined sky

for creative impossibilities

 

the world doesn’t value the

arcane

things or my eccentric way of

loving them

 

so how am I to live

 

in response

I do not know is first

with fear closely behind

 

how do I live for real I mean

 

how does a world set so differently

(or I so differently to it) agree

and arrange to pay for who I am

and what I do and how

 

how do I find my way with

only colors in the corners

if I must direct myself toward

a blander needle point

 

but I need the life of hope in

creativity with the world

 

who salaries that

 

who pays me

for that artful amorphous

life

Lost World

Lost World

 

A borough in

Western Pennsylvania

(towns are called

Boroughs) that

Died when steel died

 

And, unlike the city

Close by (that is only

Called a city),

There was no

Rising up,

No Easter-kind

Experience

 

Anything that might

Be beautiful is old

From the time

When beauty

Could be afforded

 

The bones of

Some buildings are

Strong, while

Others stand ready

To fall over

With a sigh

 

Children attend

A consolidated

School in the area,

Learning to

Leave already

 

The bar owner

Can’t afford it

But must have

The place

Open anyway

 

For where else

Can one

Drink hope

 

Persistence alone

Without substance

Keeps life

Psalm 32

Psalm 32

a song when we are done

 

Lord, I’ve lost it all

Age and youth

Health and wealth

Whatever I possessed

Is no longer in my

Hands

 

I wagered life

And sometimes won

Gained much, gave it away

Squandered some

As we are likely to do

 

Here I am, and there

You are

We draw closer all the

Time

With all that

I no longer have

 

Do you still love me,

Lord?

The mystics’ reply is

Yes, always

Yes from the Lord

Land of the Free

Land of the Free

 

Sometimes

It’s hard to know

What to perceive

As real

 

It’s a hard time

To be alive,

Though it’s good, too

 

Welcome home,

She called to her

Spaniel charges

 

Here they will

Have home

 

Tired Monday mornings

Notwithstanding

Or lulls in movement

Or going through

The harder times of life,

 

Home will be here

For small angels

Unaware

 

(from good news by

Stray Coffee Breaks,

https://straycoffee.wordpress.com/,

Charles and Thaddeus)

Pittsburgh Last Night

Pittsburgh Last Night

 

Pittsburgh where I grew up

Five persons killed by two others

Using guns for the sole purpose

Of murder

 

The victims

Hoping without conscious

Thought to take part in the

Open—a backyard festivity

Homiest of parties

 

Home belief destroyed

Celebration as a cause

Never believed in again

 

Debates will go on

Who cares

The sides were answered

Yesterday

Talk is over when bullets

Tear through people

 

Debate done

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