She perched on her gathering contemplations
they had become so many, once so freely
released now cumbersome on her mind.

Compressed, compartmentalized into what
was meant to discarded so long ago
But now the weight lifting her higher in sadness

Dejection was locked in this mind of hers,
if she were to falter and then fall her luggage
of a saddened mind would consume her being.

She sat upon so many thoughts, how long could
one linger in this darkening rejection that all was
fine. That this luggage wasn't here just in her mind.

My friends abroad think I'm peculiarly English
My English friends think I'm peculiarly northern
My northern friends just think I'm peculiar
But at least I've got friends

                                                     By Phil Roberts

And just once
To see the light through the leaves
My holy sabbatical
My rest and relief
And forever
I make a family
From the trees in the forest
The petals of lotus
I give my all
My effort adjunct
To the beauty of nature
My mind enmeshed with the world in flux
I only want to find the meaning
Give it reason
Find my heaven
In this physical hell
Just once
To feel what it is to be at peace
Go inside myself
And find you there

Give yourself to me
I'll take only what I need

all of the favorites congregated around the altar
among them the lawyer, the car salesman,
the Preacher stood taller than the others
signifying if nothing else a good view of him
to all

there within this quorum of faithful men
among them  the banker, merchant, and undertaker,
the Preacher said "bow your heads"
and all did , along with those lower
ranked in the pews

And he incantated, or I seemed to hear
invoking a deity or superpower or god
might have been,  especially casting his
powers on those nearest
who, coincidentally had  begotten
the most money lately

from the gathering , the smoke
arose near and around , and the Preacher
rose his voice, the tension mounting
the cathedral held it's collective breath
the maiden hidden

behind the preacher in the Baptismal font,
awoke got up like life from death,
walked step by step to a box,
near about the Hypotenuse
of the arc of the cathedral

climbed in the box and her head
showed out one end her feet
the other, then the Preacher the
car salesman, and the Lawyer
took a long bow saw from the pulpit

handed it to the banker who in turn passed
it to the merchant who in turn passed it
to the undertaker who started to saw
right straight through the middle,
with eager thrusts, of that there box.

And when the show ended , after
all the gasps from the people in the pews,
had subsided, and the undertaker was greedily
covered in sweat, the girl got out of the box.

They declared it a miracle.

Adam and Eve lived here
before she went vegan
and chomped the wrong apple
dropping them both into deep schtuck
with a difficult learning curve
before they got up to speed
as our progenitors
and began begetting.

With only two to start with
there had to have been a lot of ******
with begats here and begats there
and still, the gene pool stayed clean
without fits and starts
so there must have been a Divine Profiler
in the sky keeping the books straight
with our future at stake.

But there is a question?
In the beginning there were only two
so was Adam the midwife
and if so
where did he learn the skills
the whole midwifery bit
the gentle initial slap
to get the first wail ever on this earth

Interesting theological
and philosophical thoughts
not even thinking
about baby clothes
and the like
I suppose breastfeeding
was a must before Baby Formula

Deep thoughts for Easter

My favorite volcano
Untameable destructive force
Beautiful
And through the land
I feel the tremors
Eruption
I know it comes again
The same way as before
Devastation
Waiting in molten lava flows
And violent outburst of debris
Eructation
My favorite volcano
Cinder awaiting a spark
I'm ready to marry the fire