How does one respond to recent events such as the last three years? One mustn’t blame. It was his fault or someone’s fault. But if one survived and can see an opportunity in the mess, then one comes out with a better outlook and attitude than without. Adversity can make one see life anew. If one finds trouble, one adjusts their temperament to survive. One does not give up but can turn over with a view to stay alive and live. One can even think about how they relate to the Creator: what is my relationship with the Creator of the world like? How can I draw closer to God during adversity?
A Christian perspective is quite easy really when it comes to it. Sure, one can think of theological and sociological things to bring up, while the ordinary, everyday filmgoer bites into an ice cream, and popcorn flows all over the place, but a Christian perspective is just this: it is reacting or responding to a film as someone who is a Christian. It is just reacting to the material and if faith is important to a Christian then there is a reaction or response that kind of way. Personally, I give the film or whatever a chance until the end and thoughtfully respond. I just give my thoughts. If you want my Christian perspectives on films, in a refresh of my reviews, you are more than welcome here: www.xsandv.blogspot.com. I’d love to see you there. It’s not theological, sociological, but just how one reacts to the movie with a Christian view.
This week I have been starting to post my pieces of writing through blogger as the other place was not technically working for me. Another place, Substack, requires a lot of work to get subscriptions to your blog, so I find blogger just a lovely place to post my older and newer work and get an audience where there are no hassles. Here’s my latest piece, here.
You have access to my reinvented film review of 2 Fast 2 Furious here. I am pleased to share this; do have a visit. @vocal_creators
My experience at Vocal has been good thus far though there are some teething problems which are being sorted but nothing major as in major. I found my first article, before I submitted to the editors, prompted me to write to a certain word count and I found this good as it enabled me to try a little harder, think a little harder, and improve the article overall. If they accept the piece, I will be submitting more, until there comes a point that I should stop writing there for some reason, but for now, all is good. Continue reading “New venture”
I am pleased to introduce FRAGMENTS OF WRITING, a new category… Continue reading “Not the ‘literary types’”
I spent a few spare hours of writing a couple of interesting posts (if I must say) on my new ventures with Medium and Substack, but my initial feeling was to not start out with it. To leave it be and not do it. The initial feeling was confirmed when the response to my posts and marketing of them were minimal. It’s not encouraging going ahead. Yet I forced myself to think harder about what other kinds of material I could produce so this material may come to fruition someplace else or closer to home base.
This blog has been various shapes and forms of which I think it has been a matter of experimenting with shape and form and content until coming to something satisfactory or a composite of all those. I trust that Talking Writing or peteswritingnotes.com is this, which brings back my notes on the writing life more to the forefront as well as keeping with positing old articles, etc, and new pieces when possible.
My aim, in the long-term, is to produce e-books (or some variation thereof) of articles and reviews, the kind of things I have been posting here for the last six months as well as include the material that did not get published here.
So, I am pleased to present Talking Writing…And Posting Writings which I trust is more in the form I find manageable. It means I can write freely about the writing life and publish writings when I like. A lot easier to produce and in turn brings more variety.
To not confuse “obelisk” with “Obelix”, the word “obelisk” is a stone pillar of some sort. Obelix is a character. This kind of stone pillar narrows towards the end or gets narrower towards the end. It is tapering towards the end. Tapering simply means to get narrower.
Time is on the writer’s side. But what kind of writer? Continue reading “Time is a friend”
This word reminds me of the character Obelix from the comic book series Asterix. Continue reading “Tell it like it is”
Released November 9, 2012
Films about Abraham Lincoln have been done before this one and they all anticipated a grand treatment of this hero of American justice. Continue reading “Film of Abraham Lincoln promised a grand treatment”
The Tower Treasure
REVIEW. The first Hardy Boys mystery The Tower Treasure was in the words of your grandfather or great grandfather, who read the book when it came out all those years ago (almost one hundred years!), an “exciting page turner”. Continue reading “First Hardy Boys mystery tells of a not-so-distant past”
Released October 27, 1982
The album that put American musician Prince on the map in popular culture came on the heels of the singles 1999 and Little Red Corvette. And it was an album of funky rhythms. Continue reading “Something in the music does not compute”
28 Days Later
Released November 1, 2002
28 Days Later is dense and dark, but I was hooked into the story from start to finish. Though it is on the bleak side, the film is conducive. Continue reading “Hope at the end of a dark, dark tunnel”
MEDITATION. I heard someone say where is God in today’s world which has gone to custard? If God was the creator, has he left us now? Is God an absent landlord?
Looking at how God created the world according to Genesis chapter one, shows God made an investment in creating the world like a caring father makes an investment in attending to his sons and daughters. Why would God change? Continue reading “Genesis chapter one: God and creation”
Some people need no introduction. Continue reading “Providing the surname, only”
Listening post for October 15-October 22. 1972. 1982. 1992. 2002. 2012. October 14-20, 2022. Good music which I feel I don’t have the patience for and instinctive music which compromises my principles and becomes suffocating.
There can be a difference between writing a review and giving a view. A review stays within the parameters of review: explain your reasons for accepting or rejecting a piece. But a view can state the view without necessarily having to explain things in detail.
Although there are two kinds of views: one which can be explained and the other is like being asked a question about what you thought and answering without explaining why. You just say it. So, I intend to write more of that kind, where it is like someone asks me, what I thought, and I say it. These are typically short.
Recovering “village values”
2003. Pictured above: The Hutt City Council. A community charter initiated by local churches and adopted by Hutt City Council aims to support Lower Hutt as a safe and connected community, what Lower Hutt Mayor John Terris calls an effort to recover “village values”. Continue reading “Support for church initiative to instill values into council planning”
My listening post session for September 30-October 6. 1972. 1982. 1992. 2002. 2012. 2022.
It may have looked good this week in ’72, at best. But nothing to write home about. Billy Preston put out an album in 1982, his last for Motown, and his back story makes for interesting reading. R.E.M looking strong with another album, but not up my ally. Life Goes On, for Le Ann Rimes in 2002; the song felt quite visceral, not the rest of the album though. What did you say? 2022 music? It must have escaped me.
Agony in a maelstrom behind the storm a week of pain from the well rising up It’s life again Beyond the walls that I had built in vain there was a vision of a place so light and cool with healing that I succumbed to its allure It’s life again Love subsided the pain.
Compassionate response to unemployment
2001. While watching a slide presentation of underprivileged children from India at a house group meeting, Ken and Wendy Fraser were impressed that God wanted them to help unemployed people in the Hutt Valley (in New Zealand). Continue reading “Children from India inspire Kiwis to lend a helping hand”
Backing for beneficiaries
2005. A church agency representing the views of the national representatives of four mainline churches (in New Zealand) is concerned that a government bill at select committee stage will unduly penalise domestic purposes beneficiaries who do not establish paternity of their children. Continue reading “Penalising approach not welcomed”
Time makes such amends
For what’s missing in time
Just when life seemed hopeless
Along came time to soften wandering through the pages
Maladjusted by my unravelling
Depth and meaning were the challenge to my soul, but
Time had a way of healing,
For relief from superficialness.
I found soothing in an echo from time
The breeze blew toward me,
A grace I was assigned
Misaligned, I was, but saved despite the swirl of agony
In a moment of time
My music listening session that covers a week of releases September 22-September 29. 1972. 1982. 1992. 2002. 2012. 2022.
The verdict: What do you do when even the classics don’t speak? Catch Bull at Four, remember it? Why does Christian music from 2002 sound two note? 2012 just sounds a little bit fuller. Just commercial enough to satisfy the intended audience? Costs less to make? The oldies are just sounding above mediocre with their new releases. Two picks this week.
Loaves & Fishes only community meal
2001. The Community Outreach Mission for the Salvation Army Crossroads Community Church in Lower Hutt (in New Zealand) runs the only regular community meal in the city. Continue reading ““They were coming because they wished to meet with other people””
I think I have finally done it, in that I have produced a satisfactory entertainment blog, streamlined to select movies and music, and sounding better than the two I have been posting from the last couple of weeks. You may like to visit this here: The Video Review Shop
August 29th—September 5, 1972, 1982, 1992, 2002, 2012, 2022. My session at the listening post produced music that is almost acceptable then you listen to the second track on the album and it’s all downhill from there. Yes, there were one or two stand out tracks and on another one something like noise.
YungBlud seems to have the release of the week in 2022. This self-titled album sounds good but it’s something I would pass on not only for the lyrics I have reservations on, but the sound just did not resonate with me personally. Christian music is sounding quiet this week in 2022.
MEDITATION. Genesis 1:20-31: God created the creatures of the sea and the earth, and then God created human beings in God’s likeness.
I look at this passage and see that God does not let the creatures roam and the human beings to exist by them uninvolved. I see that humans and creatures are always in relationship somehow. In this, God does not take for granted how we interact, be that creature to creature, human being to creature and human to human. Continue reading “Humans and creatures exist side by side”
Writing the picture book manuscript
2022. March 28 was Children’s Picture Book Day. This brings back memories and inspiration. I must bring out that picture book manuscript I wrote all those years ago… Continue reading “Bringing out the old draft in a real genre”
August 21st—August 28th, 1972, 1982, 1992, 2002, 2012. The session opened with Neil Diamond’s Heartlight which was a beautiful way to begin the session, but the next song on the album fell short in my estimation. Continue reading “Another week of songs”
The method of writing metered poetry may start quite from scratch. One forces the words to fit the meter as one drafts the poem. I have found another way that may work for me. Continue reading “How to transform free verse meter by meter”
Album releases for the week of Aug 13th – Aug 20th
For the years 1972, 1982, 1992, 2002, 2012.
And Aug 12th – Aug 17th, 2022.
Dates will be more consistent overall next time.
The week’s findings: Christian contemporary music (CCM) with that beat sound should not be discouraged if the content and music work together to help someone Continue reading “A quiet week”
LIFE. I’ve been reflecting on pilots this week. Some pilots are quite lonely people I assume. They may not be either. But they are on an adventure. Continue reading “Pilots are on an adventure, but is there more to it?”
Taking the sheen off the praise
When what was delivered was good,
I got to get away,
Get back to the place where I am understood.
Many years ago, an utterance of certainty,
Which I forsook,
Could they be so right,
When the praise is so good,
And delivers in ways that are wonderous.
I lift my soul and hand go up, the arms raise
No more the exercise of pain,
Inflicted by something unseen,
The shine comes back,
And I’m found again.
DEVOTION. Jesus’ lesson of the fig tree may be better understood as a figure of speech that teaches us something rather than give an ordinary description of life. Continue reading “Extraordinary figures of speech”
DEVOTIONAL. Do you give enough? I feel I don’t whenever I read the passage in the gospel of Matthew about the rich young man, as if I am rich, which I am not.
Saint Francis of Assisi took the passage literally and lived a life of poverty. Isn’t the writer’s life the same? A vow of poverty to write. Not that I am in that boat at all…
Had a flurry of writing over the Easter period and beyond for some devotions I was trying to get through and published. Those ones were safely rejected I think all of them, but I am not counting, so I have an idea there is one or two that are on their list to publish at some stage. Wait for the cheque in the post. The rejections when they come don’t hurt as much as they used to. I am not counting.
In the Bible, in the gospel according to Matthew, Chapter 16 verses 24-28, a follower of Jesus Christ is challenged to live life in such a way that when he is judged by God, he will enter into life, rather than spiritual death.
Envisaging and innovating the future Church
2002. Wellington Pastor Anthony Walton views writing books, including his latest, Future Church: Church by Design, as a leadership tool for producing vision, “casting a direction the church needs to head down”.
Just adding the word may have provided accuracy when one could have missed it out. But is it true?
Born of a woman every day;
We are never alone in this world.
The family of humans
Reborn every day.
As crude as the priest put it,
The answer he gave made sense,
Although I questioned the expression,
The answer resounded in spirit
I knew he was right.
I knew its truth.
I, myself, did.
The woman he was talking to listened
Wondering if this is the answer to
The dilemma in her life
(Her fatal suffering)
Albeit God was with her and
God was in the solitary voice –
Even when it’s not the prevailing wisdom.
The water flowed tranquilly,
To rescue her on hearing.
If she took it.
Church used for acoustic concerts
2004. New Zealand recording artist Bic Runga is on her one-month Acoustic Church Tour playing at 10 churches on a 16 date tour.
Bic Runga is a 26-year-old singer songwriter, signed to Columbia Records in New Zealand, and with two albums to her credit, Drive and Beautiful Collision.
More kids trigger expansion
2006. Knox Presbyterian Church in Lower Hutt (New Zealand) is undertaking the extension and renovation of its Grimes Hall at a cost of nearly $750,000.
A reviewer assumed a screenwriter/director was driven by anger to make a work, but being driven by this emotion seems a stretch too far. How does one manage that emotion while working with it? Wouldn’t anger get out of control and interfere with the person doing the work, effectively disabling the person from thinking straight?
I guess anger in writing can smolder underneath, under layers one has built up to protect oneself from exposing the driving, motivating force behind a work or works.
The problem with writing in anger is that anger may be seen in how one treats the subject they are irritated about. An exaggerated treatment may reveal a bias towards a certain institution, but it isn’t the way it is. This is when things become unfair.
I think it is best to avoid those writings that are driven by the emotion of anger. There are other emotions to write with, and these can be negative ones. For me at least, anger is detrimental to getting on doing the work properly.
In the end one may be misrepresenting something or some group entirely and perhaps regret doing so afterwards.
Like Ibsen, he knew that to create is to judge oneself
From the article “Film Autobiography” by Oswell Blakeston (Film Review 1973-74)
As I am progressing my sentence, and stuck for the right word, I try and use two words. Why use two words when I could use one? Two words tries to expand on the meaning in my mind — but it sounds clumsy and awkward. It just does not flow well. One word may say it much better. Just got to find the right word. That’s where words with similar meanings come in (synonyms), since one of those words may just say it better than two. I google for a synonym and I find the right word that replaces the two words that just did not sound right.
Kind of nice, but bitter
The taste of convenance
Over there, not.
Nowhere to find.
In the place I call home.
Kind of nice, but bitter,
Going cold, always sour.
You never complain,
I wouldn’t change a thing!
Except if it was mud cake in the face.
I am glad you are here
You will not go
For this is bitter to a hungry man,
And it tastes good.
When will thou arrive?
By Peter Veugelaers.
A straight line I go alone
Steps along the way
The spring is infectious
Buoying me every day
Veering not to the left or right and not by design,
The course I am is full and sublime.
Remember me? Shouted a boy by other means a man
Are you still who you are,
Or have you gone lame?
I was who I was, I said.
And that is all I said.
Wanting to probe some more,
I anticipated a shock,
A meeting of no mere reunion,
A rude interruption.
I kept on going
Not fearing what lies ahead.
A bit maimed and bruised,
But I must cruise
Just get me to the other side.
Even if I die, alive.
A straight line I go alone
Steps along the way
The spring is infectious
Buoying me every day
Veering not to the left or right and not by design,
The course I am is full and sublime.
I better write this
While it is not compelling me, but
Impelling me to.
While not knowing why,
I have an idea,
What it’s about.
The day only comes once a year,
The smell of it, I know.
What it’s about I don’t.
So, what does today mean, to me?
A rather lonely sojourn?
While everyone’s in the know?
Why should I bother?
But I do. The day is another beautiful day
Isn’t this why we are free to celebrate,
Because it is another beautiful day?
Unleased with light.
Since that day many years ago.
The rain is about to fall.
So, they told us.
But it didn’t come.
They all breathed a sigh of relief,
So, did I.
I enjoyed the sun, while it was there,
On a day,
Of heaven spent joys.
The rain might have fell,
But was kept back for more,
More of you, the sun,
Love of the rays flowed through
My heart rejoiced, for the sight,
And death did not gnaw.
The day long
A miracle at the end
She saw everything all white
And not a drop of negativity passed through her mind
As she saw the eternal light
And passed into eternity.
Weatherboards, straight across—
A roof, four walls.
Over there, I see you.
Close and near.
Not in that house they built.
You are to me,
Not etched in a wall
In the pew
The one who gave or did not
You are not a plaque.
But you are you
And I do
That’s all I see.
March 28 is Children’s Picture Book Day. This brings back memories and inspiration. I must bring out that picture book manuscript I wrote all those years ago…
It’s been thirteen years since I first started devising and writing a tale and this week I revisited the story again, didn’t feel like to, but since it was on my schedule, I thought I should get to this.
I looked up.
peace overcame the dreary sky.
the clouds left behind,
a ray of light broke through
Shining bright over the heads of us
as I looked from the window,
inside the room.
I was watching the change,
I was looking up.
I remembered God,
the Father’s light shines on the
righteous and unrighteous alike.
He remembered me,
He can send the rain,
For now, the light he sends.
The plan is this.
That it goes to plan.
What is the plan?
No pain in the game that’s lived in this life to get to where I need to be,
The need is great, no doubt I feel it strong,
Needy me, needy me,
Needing to get there,
Abide by the plan,
Focused and dry,
No doubt in my mind
Got to do it do it do it
There is no turning back
Going forward, on track
Cannot stop, got to go,
Get in that place,
Where I want to go,
All obstacles I will put asunder
Until my life has got to where it wants
Then will I be?
Will I be settled within?
Calm and collected?
There will always be room for the break –
Into something new,
Jump right in.
I’ll stop what I do.
And go that way, the way
For it’s as fresh as new.
You think you know it all. I got to help you, son.
The other guy is coming with a message you better here,
It will help you, I’m sure, son.
You are missing a few brains of that I have no doubt.
A bit dumb around the corners:
You sprouted wings like cauliflowers and cabbages on the sides of your brain.
But I am here, to help,
Unless some other together guy would get at you first:
The head guy. Amateur.
Bar the humble guy.
Who asked you,
Help me see.
For you see better than me.
“Together we can help Kiwis in need”
2004. The Salvation Army’s theme this year is “together we can help Kiwis in need” elaborated in a breakfast presentation with a series of short messages about the work of The Army and their annual appeal. One hundred and twenty years serving New Zealanders was celebrated at Booth House in Wellington, April 16, which also looked forward to Salvation Army Week, to kick off on April 28 until May 4.
God loves us more than we can love God
God gives more to us than we could give to God
God forgives us more than we can forgive
All God asks is, have a bit of faith in me.
Church face-lift goes with new market image
2005. Move over the religious services column in Saturday night’s newspaper. Advertise in a movie theatre, or the local rag. That’s what a brethren church did to re-invent itself in the eyes of the community.
Brethren church goes modern
2001. It was do or die for a small Brethren church in Petone that was vulnerable to losing members, especially youth.
After approximately four years of soul searching and seeking God on their situation, a decision was made to go contemporary and be a place where people find reality in community.
Home to grace pregnant teenagers
2003. When Treena and Marcus van Rijssel purchased a house in Wellington last year for the purpose of housing and supporting pregnant teenagers, two pregnant girls approached them to use the facilities which were not furnished or decorated. One of those girls has gone on to appear on Kids – a TV 2 documentary about teenage mums.
God did his work
And I am proud of the work he made.
It was awesome that he rested after six long days
I for one will sing in praise
To the awesome God who is not behind cloud
Shown he has the world at hand the marks of his love
Who toiled at building this place we call home,
He gave it his all.
And bent down, humble, and said,
This is yours,
This is mine.
2000. Aglow New Zealand encourages women to become whole in body, soul, and spirit in an age where it can be fashionable to focus on form rather than content.
Call to boost aged care
2005. New Zealand Council of Christian Social Services is challenging the Government to sufficiently fund rest homes and hospitals of elderly people and says a 3 percent funding increase is too little too late.
Impacting Christians and non-Christians
2000. “We exist so that God, working in and through us, will use us, to help people know, apply, experience, embrace and proclaim God’s truth on marriage and family. The result is godly families reaching others with God’s truth”, explains Andy Bray, Director of FamilyLife (in New Zealand), a ministry that encourages a variety of couples at various stages in life in their marriages and roles as mothers and fathers.
Doubly successful in marriage
2013. A retired New Zealand vicar who’s been blessed with two long, happy marriages knows the secret of success.
Cecil Marshall, now eighty-six, was married to Barbara for 40 years. After her death 18 years ago, he was devastated but remarried and has enjoyed another 17 years of marriage to Margaret.
“Special Presence” at Sydney Games
2000. The YWAM New Zealand outreach team experienced a “fruitful” three weeks at the Sydney Olympic games this year says Jay Granat, team leader.
Calling Kiwis to the Olympics!
2000. Blood, sweat, and tears is going to flow from thousands of people worldwide at the Olympics this year. And it will not be just the athletes. The YWAM 2000 Games outreach in Sydney, where the Olympic games are being held in September, will be well underway with an estimated three thousand people. Lots of travelling, little sleep and battling crowds is the order of the day but promises to be one of the most memorable and exciting times in someone’s life. The NZ organizers are looking for 250 New Zealanders to take part.
Deft defying acts, skills she said. Looking good. Cool. Beautiful. Got to, when getting the coffee. In front of you.
Whetting my appetite on a diet of malnutrition things I am supposed to not eat but eating them anyhow no one will see my diet of mental malnutrition but nevertheless I go ahead and hope for the best making sure no one sees me and I die a death, losing myself, my integrity, did I even regret the impulse that came over my brain in a haze of momentary lack of mindedness set on just one thing and forgetting I said it was mental malnutrition. The death of my soul, now a hole, and no one knows, but I die, alone. I jumped from thing to thing and the desire grew and blew and blew until it flew, and I’m left with the residual hue nothing like I wanted.
I got my coffee and wish time would stop because it is National Gormet Coffee Day. I would go home to have dinner, but since it’s Rid the World of Fad Diets & Gimmicks Day I don’t go home. My wife is trying to replace her fad diet with a real one and I want Gormet burgers with my coffee. Just imagine it if I went home. For a start, I can’t even cook my own meal…
A palatable easy rock sound coupled with some interesting philosophical lyricism leading more to unbelief than belief, in the face of commercialism and the invisible barriers between people.
2001. New Zealanders will be consulted this year on climate change and related issues, initiated by the Government.
According to the Cabinet paper, early decisions and directions, more public education about energy efficiency choices and actions available in the residential, commercial, and other sectors, is to be considered.
First impressions of work can be favorable, but later, an objective eye may see the flaws and blemishes. It should sound right on second view, but might not. Why not test it? Send the articles in and see if one’s reservations line up with the editor’s view. I hope I am surprised…
Why fat is “big business”
2000. Janeen Norwicki laughs. “The fat thing is in now,” says Janeen Nowicki. “It makes me laugh. They’re so late getting on the Ferris wheel really.”
Janeen runs Big, Bold, and Beautiful aerobics. When she started the business nine years ago, she says Continue reading “Weight, fitness and body image”
No, not laughable
Breezy, uplifting and touching
A hint of how much I love you
She’s rich but not annoyingly so
No self-indulgent phony
Sounds the most honest
Apt considering her title (she’s not channeling a future divorce)
How is she really feeling Mostly sentimental gut feeling
Don’t ask if I think this is better or an embarrassment Her appeal outstanding
Songs like, but
Are they any good?
Hey, does it indicate my self-centredness–
That I don’t like songs like these?
Should I be every bit your own, in the light of song’s shimmering shining voice?
I wish I was here.
Show you she, show you,
She likes the guy
Not surprising by his song, about himself.
But I am not jealous. No, no, no.
2017. Autopsy is a television series from Britain’s ITV studios that analyses the events around the untimely deaths of famous people. Dr. Jason Payne-James looks at the cause of death that is on the celebrity’s death certificate but looking closely at the evidence he concurs with the certificate or comes to another conclusion.
The subjects of the series are people well-known in film, music, and sports. The days leading up to the deaths of actors Robin Williams and Heath Ledger, and others, are analyzed.
In the episode I am looking at today, the life and death of the Irish-born, Manchester United footballer George Best is scrutinized.
Free verse is all porridge and poetry
Mixed and thrown together like a whirlwind of expressive rage
Hot in the pot and bubbling away
An orator who’s been told life is poetry and anger swirled all together,
Sounding like a dear old bird chirping,
Not so. Beaten into life by the wordsmith’s device
Heated words used in free verse candor
Sounding like he’s got a grip
Dying on the inside, the boy’s got lip
When a wind is getting closer
The poet dives for self-respect
The free verse expresses regret.
The barrister winked at him. “Nothing like a change to get customers back, eh?”
Secretly, she slipped something addictive into his coffee. “How about a latte today, sir?” The story continues…
He couldn’t kick the habit. He kept on taking the same path to the same coffee shop every day. Three times a day.
It is this way, so the illusionist said to the one he called the magician.
The illusionist saw it no other way in the vision of the magician he seen
There was no grey ground and no questioning He had it right
And woe and before him the magician came creeping back who he viewed in a suspicious light
There was only one way of looking at her, and this way was right:
The magician was a wicked old willy.
Who happened to be a loved one gone by,
Never seen the same again,
The love he had was broken,
As the magician was seen through the illusionist’s eyes,
Never to be blown.
The barrister promised the customer something special in the coffee today. “You’ll take off,” she said.
The weather may have been the same, but not his coffee. The barrister slipped something extra special into his coffee today…
I like outrageous stories and tall tales that have an exaggerated sense of life. So, here is a short tale of going to the coffee shop.
Commercial intent, he said.
They said his nose was out of joint,
Because he smelt commercialization.
“You just hate anything commercial.”
But he grimaced at the candy smell in the foyer of a cinema
That was in the shop of a petrol station.
It was the smell that made him bark “Commercial intent”
And the manager was there to hear it.
The candy smell was smothering and moldy
No wonder he cried out
As life was choked out and inseminated with artificial popcorn, but
Could this be a matter of sour grapes?
As just the day before he had been given white bread for dinner.
Like the times he had been at the cinema he brought down curses on the place he was now standing.
In the shop of a petrol station.
There was such a mess.
How does one understand today’s poem “The Persian Rug”. Although it may sound like red carpet service for politicians despite their misdemeanors, it does not mean that at all. I can imagine a politician’s flaws being overlooked, though, and life goes on as normal, but this has nothing to do “The Persian Rug”. Quite simply the poem is spiritual. I am not using a strict religious metaphor from the Bible. I could have used another idea than the one I did, but I use “Persian rug” because it sounded like something exotic and transcendent which fitted in with my meaning. It is about how Jesus treats a person despite their flaws and sins. He died for sin but is not condemning someone for their sins. In a way he is treating the person in my poem like royalty even though he does not deserve it. This is God’s goodness to that person.
Persian rug for a sow,
Not fitting the soul,
Dark and dead,
With the sin that he did.
He said to himself, I am no good.
What will God say?
What will they think?
But they still laid out the Persian Rug.
Surprising as it seems.
More than deluxe
And a tip of the hat
There’s a love transcending love
That I got to have
But I have a mountain to climb.
To get beyond the top,
Is a love so divine
I could cry
For this love to be mine,
And I need this now,
So I will climb
The mountain of my dreams.
In moments, words were said,
Were they two divergent things expressed about the same thing?
One moment straight as an arrow that pierces the soul
Another moment as cheerful a schoolgirl chatting
Two divergent things expressed about the same thing? What’s the point, my friend?
She says one day coffee’s the killer
Next day asking if I’m getting a coffee — with a light touch of fun.
One day it’s one
One day it’s another
And the same
And the last day sinks the nail: you drink too much coffee.
Coffee is the cheerful killer she so wants to rid me of.
Dare I ask for more explanation, other than her innocent smile.
All conceived in love.
The previous ‘poem’ I wrote, “The Friend”, was written out of more a matter of intent than designing something artistic. There is a debate that says one should always write or create something excellently or this does not matter as much as what one is saying. Well, “The Friend” is inclined to be in the latter camp. I had intent with my idea and the art was second on my mind. I don’t think this poem is really that artistic as there are uneven spots; sometimes it rhymes and then it sounds cheesy in a way. But I trust the intent gets through and that’s felt in the poem’s effect. I was wanting to show that Jesus respects women after hearing the song “Everyone Wants to Rule the World” by Tears for Fears. Jesus never came with a iron fist, but was gentle. I was reminded that Christianity can be regarded as an oppressive religion but this isn’t so when you read how Jesus related to women in the gospel.