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Time and Again

(x = space)

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Time and Again

(for J. R. R. T. in the birthday month)

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Sometimes

We know it’s happening

Far away

By powerful people

National leaders

Soldiers with weapons firing

Or

A catastrophe

That has not befallen us

Specifically

And like parades

We know they and these are passing by

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Sometimes it’s here

Still not for us

Our role might be

To observe

Or like the chorus

Comment on events

But this is not our stage

We are not the players

Not the principles,

At least

When there is news

We will know more

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Sometimes it is our time

The light might be on us

Maybe not

But it is our time

The actions

And the consequences

Our place in the world

To secure

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Perhaps I mean

The deaths of kings

(inclusive)

Then a fire in another part

Of town

Then maybe no more than

A birthday celebration

To have with grace

And thanks

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Or maybe our time

Is more important

However to us

It seems

To the people

To the planet

To the cosmos

Believe me or not,

It could happen

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It happened to the hobbit

Most of us are hobbits

Even without the provenance

Or wealth

(before the treasure is acquired)

Of Bagginses

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C L Couch

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Photo by Look Up Look Down Photography on Unsplash

Hobbiton, Mata Mata, New Zealand

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Happy Birthday, Church

(x = space)

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Happy Birthday, Church

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The birthday of

The Christian church

Not the first day of Advent

In November of December,

Which is the birth

Of the Christian year

Itself

And from there the

Days of seasons

Counted,

Advertised through colors

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Pentecost

That has a five in it

(to look at it)

For fity

And is a celebration

Out the Jewish culture

And tradition

(for Christians,

the parent culture and tradition)

But Christianized

Like Easter

Keeping the name

As well

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I suppose the Christians

Own it mostly, now

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Liturgically,

It is a day of fire

A day of wind, the kind

That carries fire

Destructive forces

Reined in by the Spirit

Even as the Spirit

Gives it, first

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The church is born

From hiding

And from sorrow

That Christ has left

Two times

With promises,

That living in the keeping

Could be hopeful

But wears on followers

As well

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Red helium balloons

Are not unusual

Or dances to resemble fire

(people

and balloons

can do that),

Movements

The like

We have not beheld

Since Palm Sunday

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People could wave palms

Now;

They would match

The setting of

Pentecost events

In western Asia

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There is the matter of

Languages:

The Spirit spoke to each

And more importantly

Those crowded

outside

(Why a crowd?

had a fire been reported? were

they for

the five-and-fifty festival?)

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To each one (anyway)

The language of one’s own

Is what one heard,

A long list given

Of the nations, nationalities

Assembled

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A confusion of clarity—what

Was said to each?

We could wonder—but

Peter rises

And in words clear enough

First excuses

The excuse of wine

(we herein are not drunk

it’s the morning,

after all)

And proceeds to talk of God

And of the child of God

And of the promised Spirit

For each one

(what we now call trinity)

Now for each one

Who asks

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From this day,

The church grows

As any life might

After being born;

There will be a first debate

Too soon

Within itself

And first divisions

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But there will be miracles

And the word does go around

Into many persons

By hearing

By conviction

By will for each

And water for baptism

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Air for exhortation,

Land to carry missionaries

All around,

Ships that move as well

Upon the Middle Sea,

Which sometimes wreck

So that the persons there

Might hear of it

As well,

A word of God

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A saving word

As any choose

To hear it often first

With ears

And always in

Another way

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C L Couch

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notes

5 June 2022

Acts of the Apostles, second chapter (though as with most things maybe read around)

“Easter” is not Jewish—though Easter often happens near Passover—but is Babylonian in origin.

“Pentecost” is for a Jewish celebration (Feast of Weeks, Shavuot).

Photo by Susan Wilkinson on Unsplash

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Brothers

(x = space)

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Brothers

(on a birthday)

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I have three

Today is the birthday

Of one of them

Paul is a year and a half younger

Meaning I get confused

Trying to track the number

Most years

In the USA

(not this year)

It is just after tax day

So that there are two reasons

For celebration

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This is the brother

Who knows celebrities

And has worked closely with

Dolly Parton

At the park

On TV

And most recently on stage

He is a producer

Though he also knows the talent

From the inside out

Singing

Playing a dozen instruments

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His wife is better than he is

But what else could be expected

They are creative

Talent

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Years and years to come

And let the moments you have now

Be gold

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C L Couch

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Photo by Steve Halama on Unsplash

Kalispell, United States

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The Haunted Man

(x = space)

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The Haunted Man

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It’s Lincoln’s birthday

Kind of a palindromic date

This year

(twos and ones)

He was born the way

I learned in school

And reading Classics Illustrated comics

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There was a three-sided house

He was named for his grandfather

He studied by the fire

And later used his height

For playing pranks

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He failed at most everything

Took part in debates

Got elected enough

To be elected for a final thing

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He was from Kentucky

Then Illinois

Then Washington,

The District of Columbia

Where he died

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His remains are buried back

In Springfield, I believe

And in the dust of bones

And blood

The ashes of war

Inside every part

Of the nation

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C L Couch

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Alexander Gardner – Library of Congress, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=25238743

Lincoln in February 1865, two months before his death

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Birth(Death)day Bard

Birth(Death)day Bard

(23 April in the UK and elsewhere)

 

If we sang his birthday, someone

Would be owed money for

Copyright

There seems to be an economy to

The celebration

Since his birth day and his death day

Go as one

Without certitude

(certified baptism- and death-date)

 

Happy birthday, Queen’s man and King’s man

Patronized by both, though she

Would have Falstaff again,

Whom she was given in The Merry Wives of Windsor

 

All the world’s not a stage, and we

Are more than seven stages (ages), though

You wrote these in jest

From a character whose

Attitude we should not replicate

Like the speaker who opined

“To thine own self be true”

How many of your jokes do we take

For relevant advice?

 

Well, four hundred fifty-five

Your candled cake—your

Company would need to help take up the

Flame

While your dark lady rises

From the smoke of mystery that follows

(end of medieval, start of

Renaissance)

 

You cannot say good or bad day

Birth or death day

Even though we wish you well (I think,

after the school-essay’s done)

 

And if my words offend

(however parenthetically)

Here’s how I mend:

 

From Robin, Good day, Will

And I am done, until

 

C L Couch

 

 

Connormah, William Shakespeare – self-made, vectorized from existing PNG/JPG files, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=7324293

 

(I, You, We) Observe

(I, You, We) Observe

 

It’s Columbus Day observed today,

a reason to have sales and

for many a day off as part of a

long weekend.  Well and good.

The real day is Friday, the twelfth; I

wonder if they’ll make a deal of it in

Spain.  I wonder if the Genovese

might care.  The discovery of America

wrought many changes, many not

discussed in texts or class discussions.

I think the Taino people somehow

persist.  If so, I’m glad.  Semi-retired

(whatever that might mean), today

will be special mainly in the mind.

Only in this mind, it’s Friday I’m

anticipating.  The traditional day for

reflecting on all sides, like turning a

lamp around a gemstone, and more

importantly my sister’s birthday.

There’s the holiday.

 

C L Couch

 

 

Image: El Concilio Taíno Guatú Ma Cú A Borikén. Photo (by) El Concilio Taíno.

https://npl.org/opening-reception-for-exhibition-we-are-still-here-taino-survival-and-identity/

 

A Birthday Imbiber

A Birthday Imbiber

(in blogosphere cyber)

 

A year and not brighter

No vision of lighter

A groan in a rhymer

Who needs a pun-timer

The ducks who are eider

And eight-sided spider

A sugar- and spice-r

A little enticer

Each one is a-finer

Than my poor one-liner

Say ee-ther or aye-ther

And make me a scythe-r

So stop, exerciser

The next year be wiser

Hobbit’s Birthday Note

Hobbit’s Birthday Note

(from in the trunk-folds of an ancient tree)

 

For all friends of dwarves and elves

Of your esteemed and genial selves,

Tomorrow we’ll hold mirth at bay

To celebrate our Baggins Day!

 

As antique as this parchment found,

Tradition of who’ll buy the round:

 

Mechanics, lords, and love-you-all

To join us on first day of fall,

To watch and wary by the end—

He’ll disappear, our Bilbo-friend!

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