{"id":1156,"date":"2018-10-01T14:06:48","date_gmt":"2018-10-01T14:06:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/olioweb.me.uk\/wordpress_marcus\/?p=1156"},"modified":"2024-08-19T14:35:08","modified_gmt":"2024-08-19T14:35:08","slug":"poem-of-the-month-october-2018-angel-in-disguise","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.olioweb.me.uk\/marcus\/?p=1156","title":{"rendered":"Poem of the Month, October 2018: Angel in Disguise"},"content":{"rendered":"

ANGEL IN DISGUISE
\n(Arranged at random)<\/em><\/p>\n

The love of angels
\nresembles that of children –
\nit knows no limits.<\/p>\n

Tap in to the power
\nthat is yours – reach down
\ninto your own deep roots.<\/p>\n

To love and to be loved
\nby those we love
\nis a gift beyond compare.<\/p>\n

Let’s be kind to ourselves
\nand remember:
\n‘Happiness comes from within.’<\/p>\n

Dankbaarheid helpt me
\ndoor lastige situaties
\nwaar niets anders werkt.<\/p>\n

Eliminate
\nevery negative thought
\nabout everyone you know.<\/p>\n

You are a meadow
\nof scented flowers
\nwhere I’d love to lay my head.<\/p>\n

Imagination does a lot.
\nIt gives me what I haven’t got.
\nYou.<\/p>\n

‘To love’ and ‘to be in love’
\nare options
\nfor normal, sensible people.
\nBeyond that is ‘addiction’,
\nwhich is punished with blindness.<\/p>\n

A man needs three women
\nin his life – a wife,
\na lover and a friend.<\/p>\n

Cool session with Gals.
\n‘Stick your chest out!’
\nEls tells me.
\n‘He hasn’t got one,’
\nSelena quickly answers.<\/p>\n

Guess I’ll never
\nfold you in my arms,
\nenjoy the pleasure of your charms.<\/p>\n

I suppose you must like me.
\nOr why do you always give me
\ntea with smiles, water and soup?<\/p>\n

O fuck!
\nI’m made to find
\nwomen attractive.
\nI cannot resist them.<\/p>\n

There is no such thing
\nas guilt. Sin was invented
\nby unhealthy minds.<\/p>\n

Rejoice exceedingly.
\nYou are alive and sober.
\nA new day dawns.<\/p>\n

Another day with Maria,
\na miracle in itself
\nfor which I’m grateful.<\/p>\n

Nothing will get
\non top of me today.
\nMy mood will be optimal.<\/p>\n

Only Nembutsu
\nguarantees me constant
\njoy and satisfaction.<\/p>\n

Go on, Els! Laugh me to death
\nand smile me back to life
\nin the next breath.<\/p>\n

Women can be strange.
\nThey’ll do anything to hide
\ntheir feelings for us.<\/p>\n

In the Land of Bliss
\nall Nature whispers
\nNamo Amida Butsu.<\/p>\n

Wisdom, compassion
\nand kindness to myself –
\na whole field to explore.<\/p>\n

‘Seek the Way,
\nhold firmly and do not retreat,’
\nthe Sutra urges us.<\/p>\n

The Way consists
\nof letting go of everything
\nexcept Nembutsu.<\/p>\n

We bereikten niets
\ntot dat we onze oude denkbeelden
\nvolledig opgaven!<\/p>\n

Make only the essential effort
\nand happiness will be granted.<\/p>\n

Convinced that it’s asthma,
\ndarling Maria
\nrushes to the doctor
\nand comes home with two puffers.
\nEunice is in the picture.<\/p>\n

I feel a hundred
\nthis brand new autumn morning
\ncrawling to the bathroom.<\/p>\n

Your body
\nis eminently caressable.
\nAn invitation.<\/p>\n

You devour me
\nwith your beautiful big eyes,
\nswallow me in one go.<\/p>\n

Can you imagine
\nhow your wiggly little bottom
\nexcites this wolf?<\/p>\n

It’s when you meet Someone Else
\nwho is always right
\nthat you have struck gold.<\/p>\n

Start work on your last book
\nat home, and give Poor Els
\nthe break she deserves.<\/p>\n

You are ‘beautiful and true’,
\nEls, you fit
\nJohn Keats’s definition.<\/p>\n

How must it feel
\nto be madly admired
\nby somebody twice your age?<\/p>\n

I finally gave her
\nthe poem I wrote in June.
\nIt won’t kill her.<\/p>\n

The Sun of her Sign
\nnow transits my Neptune.
\nI’m dizzy with delight.<\/p>\n

‘What’s going on here,
\nI would like to know?\u2019
\n‘Don’t worry, Sam,
\nshe’s pure as the driven snow.
\nI haven’t even touched her
\nwith my little toe.’<\/p>\n

Every inch of her pleases me,
\nand especially when she moves.<\/em><\/p>\n

And when she smiles at me,
\nO god, there’s no escape.
\nShe quickly knocks me into shape.<\/p>\n

Calmly in control,
\nthat’s what you are
\nbehind your panini bar.<\/p>\n

What other people think
\nabout my love-life
\nis the least of my concerns.<\/p>\n

Make time work for you.
\nEnjoy every moment.
\nDon’t give a damn.<\/p>\n

September ’18.<\/em><\/p>\n

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