Friday, September 30, 2016

APPARITION ON A STORMY NIGHT

I'm working now with a somewhat sonnet
format... trying to express a reality which is actually beyond description.
Here I go - another kick at the can - a finger pointing at the moon, not the moon itself.

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APPARATION ON A STORMY NIGHT

I'm sitting here alone, a storm outside,

As flesh and bone all disappear to dust,

I think of all the useless things I tried;

And wonder near the end now what will last.

I chased a woman who eluded me

Amid the dust, noise, frantic in the rain,

Around each corner of the Paris streets

I saw her disappearing by the Seine.

.

A woman at times may assume a glow,

Say, " Love can never be controlled!"

The goddess mounts her with a gold halo:

Illuminates the room close as she smiles.

She’s not a lover of earthly climates,

This gorgeous apparition of my dreams;

My love for her exists now beyond time,

She's what is true while all the world just seems.

Sitting at my desk now high upon a cliff,

As sadness and more sorrows come again,

I try lines and realize as I write these riffs:

Not knowing Her, I'd never lift a pen.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

MY FIRST WIFE

My first wife tried to use a club on me,
My second wife she tried a dagger;
My third wife is working with attrition:
I think I'd better bag her;

I'll keep her in the basement,
Make her work real hard,
I'll let her see the sunlight,
When she's done her chores.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

A LITTLE SHAKESPEARE IN THE NIGHT...AND SOME OTHER STUFF, TOO!

I met a woman from an ancient land

She dusted off her clothes and then reclined;
You look as if you've traveled far I said
"Have a cold drink and then some peace of mind"

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Ozymandias - Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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I met a traveler from an antique land SHELLY

`Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in

The desert. Near them, on the sand,

Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.

And on the pedestal these words appear --

"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.'

SHAKESPEARE

Pleasure and action make the hours seem short

The stroke of death is like a lover's pinch

Which hurts and is desired
*

Brevity is the soul of wit

Men's vows are women's traitors

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief

*

Touch me once more, she smiled and said to me:
(Touch once more my tits" she said to the man)
I'll give you a pair of acres" (Whoops!) MILNE
*
* The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are
Of imagination all compact

*
What's done is done and cannot be undone

*
False face must hide what the false heart does know

*
In time we hate that which we often fear
*

The devil can cite scripture for his purpose

*
(Come closer now for that pair of acres)

*

There is nothing good or bad but thinking makes it so

*
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind

*
Women may fall when there's no strength in men

*
Forgiven thieves may be strong time in time

* False face must hide what the false heart does know

* Though all his loves go rushing down the Rhine whoops!
*

In time we hate what we always feared

*

At the Temple finding time out of time

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My first wife tried to use a club on me,
My second wife she tried a dagger;
My third wife is working with attrition:
I think I'd better bag her;

I'll keep her in the basement,
Make her work real hard,
I'll let her see the sunlight,
When she's done her chores.

                                                     MILNE

Monday, September 26, 2016

MAGDALENE AND APHRODITE, MAKING THE TWO ONE

ZION DREAM: MAGDALENE AND APHRODITE

I believe in spiritual love

the love of the one

whom we keep

denying...

denying the existence

of the one we

embody

I believe in sexual love

the cruelties and the

mercy of the Goddess

Aphrodite

I am not sure which is higher

spiritual

or sexual love

and I don’t care which

is higher

She has taken

every part of me

my sex and

soul and heart

I have given you

all my songs

I am left standing

on the shore of the beautiful

River Lethe

watching the shades

race past

chasing what?

the corruptible?

feeding on what's left

of the flesh?

I have nothing more to say

about higher or

lower love…

there is divinity

at every turn

blindly in the dark

I feel my way

towards you

feeling towards

the inner glow

of your embrace

moving blindly

feeling my way

in darkness

guided by the warmth

of Your smile

within me.

TWILIGHT AIR IS ALL I NEED

Our loves, desires, thoughts of who we could be,

Thoughts of the muddy earth all turning red;

Dreams of a silver moon as full as spring,

All this shining path is lost by grasping.

Sounds of the trees at night in the forest,

The whisper of the pines when no wind stirs;

Bird songs before the dawn in this magic hour,

A voice comes in the dark and calls you home.

Youth is born and bright and celebrates you

With sunlight dancing on the ocean, too,

Splendour in the grass, the completion hour,

Kneel with open arms in morning dew.

Once it was that life moved beneath my hand

And I could breath the starshine as evening came,

The twilight air is everything I need;

Amidst this cosmic dance I call your name.

(C)2016 by William Milne

September, North Bay, Ontario

Saturday, September 17, 2016

LOVE IN BAD VERSE

Detail of "Angel at the Gates"

Sometimes it's so difficult to know
You think you're doing one thing but you're wrong
You talk of love like it's some kind of song
While it's sneaking up behind you with a gong

Maybe I'll just move to Buffalo
I'll head due south now to avoid the snow
I drove into a drift beneath a tier
And then I found I thought of you all year...

Who'd a thunk it while giving you advice
I found my heart and soul beneath the ice
And then I find my feelings start to thaw
A change like this is really pretty awesome

Scary scary scary, that's what it is
And here's me thinking love's about the jizz
With all this wisdom how can I be wrong?
This melody's way deeper than a song.

W.G. Milne

SHAKESPEARE IN THE ALLEY WITHOUT SHOES

With Marilyn beside me on the floor
I loved her with no idea where I'd been
And sirens all around me out the door
I thought some fuckhead went and turned me in

Real peace it greeted me quite 3 by three
And 18 kittens tumbled by my head
The Tsars of Russia also on my couch
Shakespeare put a finger to his mouth
Some bugger beat the tambour to the south

I held a meeting of the council the next day
"Why you fuckheads treating me this way"
Sweet sister cut off half my hair
Before I put a footsie on the stair

Now melodrama's happening in th trees
And some fuckhead in the bushes's name is Jesus
And Geronimo is driving in my car
And Nurse Annie's stripping on my bar

Fuckee, fuckee. fuckee, that's my way
I got this real sharp car too fast now
for the roll
I had to head around to Mexico
And Charlie McNecracka ...has my ho

Now I know the Circus came to town
She's the majorduomo, I'm the clown
While Paddy's now a bird, no casket yet,
Aunt Edith fucked my daddy in the net

I didn't really have to fall this far
I only have a bike, ain't got no car
We blew the doors right off the storage room
Owner tried a kick at my balloons

Miranda has an ass that makes me think
As I am goatherd of the town
And all my hair she cut just blocks the sink
As fuckheads from the foundry walk around

It's lucky I have liquor here with me
She turned off all the lights and the T.V.
Ivan he's sleeping on the couch
I'm trying to be quiet, shut my mouth

Polonious knew just where we'd met
Shakespeare in the alley won't confess;
As Ruthie and her doggie got me wet
While sleeping on her couch, the best one yet

Adolpho has her mysteries to be sure
Saramanka's real sneaky with the cards
Last night she had 4 aces five more times
I had to beg some gold from a silver mine

It's very clear to me I need a drink
Not been here long before I hafta think
Some kitties dancing right now on my car
My booze-bag's hidden smart beneath the floor

Nagasaki was a terrible event
My best pal Yama cut off Freddie's head
The judges and the lawyers in a car
I sing the Marsaille* (sp?) good now from afar.

*((pronounced MAR-SAY-EH))
who knows what this means
W.G. Milne
September, 2016, Fraser St

Thursday, September 15, 2016

PADDY RIDES AGAIN

September 14, 2016

PADDY RIDES AGAIN.

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This is not the article I meant to write this morning. But intentions count for little in this world. The question is, how soon can I get into the glow, the flow. Ho! Ho! That was a

typo.

I likely should become awake before I bake this cake.

Paddy’s passing is a shock. And

the fact that he may have turned into that weird bird was most surprising to me. Nevertheless, stranger things have happened both in Paddy’s life and in mine.

And the possibility of a human mind, sharing a

bird’s brain with the bird , is not unknown in fine literature.

(Or in psychic, mythological and mystic writings.)

And it’s strangely appropriate to Paddy.

Many times, unexpectedly, usually in a fast-moving boat or vehicle, he’d leap up suddenly

and shout:

“I USED TO BE A COYOTE, BUT I’M

ALL BETTER NOWOOOOOOoooOOOOo!”

And now that I think about it, his howling

sounded very like that strange big bird honking and hooting yesterday.

I’m not asking you to believe me. It’s

the sort of thing you have to experience for yourself. And everyone might experience the same event differently, depending on what kind of life you choose.

I choose to live in a mysterious universe. And now that I’ve made that choice, I’m not sure I have a choice.

Paddy rides again!

(C) 2016 by W.G. Milne

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