Category: Poem

The crisis is upon us.

Posted on By pukeko
A few things have happened over the last couple of days, while I've been distracted. Firstly, the Muslims have over reacted. They have killed children, girls. The visceral hatred of the English should not ever be discounted. Yes, they have been… Read More

You have made hell by your middle age.

Posted on By pukeko
One of the conceits that Lewis had was that we make our own hell by our decisions and our life. This has been taken too seriously by sociologists who believe in early interventions, such as Ron Kessler, who seriously thinks that if we intervene when… Read More

Saxon service Kipple

Posted on By pukeko
Before St Francis preached to the animals there was Eddi, the secretary and biographer for St Wilfrid, whom legend says preached to an ox and a donkey.
Eddi's Service (A.D. 687) Eddi, priest of St. Wilfrid In his chapel at Manhood End, Ordered a…
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Sunday Holy Sonnet.

Posted on By pukeko
Fourteen.
Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you
As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seeke to mend,
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow mee, and bend
Your force, to breake, blowe, burn and make me new.
I, like an usurpt towne, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but Oh, to no…
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The danger of the effete and the hell of the prig.

Posted on By pukeko
The fey, the fairy, the effete have been used to manipulate since the times of the ancients. The love of beauty can be a distraction, for they make the king plaint, content, and weak. Marlowe was in love with this. But he knew the risks.
I Must Have Wanton…
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Fallen poem.

Posted on By pukeko
We are fallen. And Blake knew it.
The Blake of the exhibition is not the mad visionary we’re familiar with, the fan of progressive Christianity and flexible marital arrangements. Rather, he is an expert and pioneering craftsman. The exhibition…
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Sunday Holy Sonnet

Posted on By pukeko
Thirteen What if this present were the worlds last night? Marke in my heart, O Soule, where thou dost dwell, The picture of Christ crucified, and tell Whether that countenance can thee affright, Teares in his eyes quench the amazing… Read More