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Poets we love and live with ~ #Bob Dylan #JoanBaez / With God On Our Side


( This one makes me cry  still. 

after all these years

because of all these years. PDL)

With God On Our Side

Oh my name it ain’t nothin’
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I was taught and brought up there
The laws to abide
And that land that I live in
Has God on its side
Oh, the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
The cavalries charged
The Indians died
Oh, the country was young
With God on its side
The Spanish-American
War had its day
And the Civil War, too
Was soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
I was made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side
The First World War, boys
It came and it went
The reason for fighting
I never did get
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For you don’t count the dead
When God’s on your side
The Second World War
Came to an end
We forgave the Germans
And then we were friends
Though they murdered six million
In the ovens they fried
The Germans now, too
Have God on their side
I’ve learned to hate the Russians
All through my whole life
If another war comes
It’s them we must fight
To hate them and fear them
To run and to hide
And accept it all bravely
With God on my side
But now we got weapons
Of chemical dust
If fire them, we’re forced to
Then fire, them we must
One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When God’s on your side
Through many a dark hour
I’ve been thinkin’ about this
That Jesus Christ was
Betrayed by a kiss
But I can’t think for you
You’ll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot
Had God on his side.
So now as I’m leavin’
I’m weary as Hell
The confusion I’m feelin’
Ain’t no tongue can tell
The words fill my head
And fall to the floor
That if God’s on our side
He’ll stop the next war
 
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Bob Dylan
With God on Our Side lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

 (response to the above)

why does wisdom take so long by pd lyons

 

how many the promises

un kept

those from fifty – sixty years ago

make me weep with their lack of age

woefully apropos for today

why does wisdom take so long?

why does wisdom take so long by pd lyons


how many the promises

un kept

those from fifty – sixty years ago

make me weep with their lack of age

woefully apropos for today

why does wisdom take so long?

conduct yourself


mmmmm

Conduct yourself with this wisdom ~

Eventually it will all disappear.

A Slip of Paper by PD Lyons


slips

 

24.1.21.

1.

This life time bardo

With all that manifest

Coming from my self

How can I deal with it?

Either wisdom or ignorance

That is all

So

Simply the choice

Wisdom or ignorance

That is my truth

Distraction or awareness

That is my method

Noticing

Sometimes in this Writing Process #1 from scraps to ruff ~ How the Goddess of Wisdom Taught Me the Tarantella 


so the way this went was up in bed this morning after second coffee. only paper sticky notes (pink) sitting quiet spacey then this came first the tongues then other bits. Now I’ll transcribe into first ruff draft. this time using keyboard. sometimes a yellow pad is the first transcription. Sometimes there is only one sometimes there are many edits, the number depends on my things but mostly on my self. some photos of the original notes as you may see it is part of the illegible scribble that is an integral part of the process .

So the first bit =

And she said look

And I did seeing the play of sunlight slip

 along the green hills a silver streak above the valley

a river mirroring catching sapphires between the roiling cumulus clouds….

SO Right away i notice too many the’s breaking up the image. Also I need to look up cumulus to make sure hos are the clouds I want… lets try it this way ~

she said look so I did seeing the play of sunlight slip

 along green hills a silver streak along the valley

a river mirroring, catching sapphires from between cumulus clouds 

Or Wait Maybe This ?

she said look so I did seeing the play of sunlight slip

 along green hills a silver streak along the valley

a river mirroring, catching sapphires from between the cumulus…

So as you can tell or if not let me tell you it is a longish process sometimes. Anyway here’s the rest a first ruff ~

 

How the Goddess of Wisdom Taught Me the Tarantella 

she said look so I did seeing the play of sunlight slip

 along green hills a silver streak along the valley

a river mirroring, catching sapphires from between the cumulus 

she said sing

so i offered 

breathless wordless a what else can i do but be true refrain

harmonic of all i’d seen and all i’d ever see

she said dance

so we embraced a dance named for spiders

mingling sweat lead our lips to meet

undisciplined tongues ballerinas  inside our mouths

she said hush

so i  took breath 

together we sunk dampness upon a warm green earth

she said know

and I was certain.

conduct yourself


mmmmm

Conduct yourself with this wisdom ~

Eventually it will all disappear.

Blanket (Long Version ~ ruff) by PD Lyons Poetry


 

Blanket

 

For a while some small sense of comfort

Illusion though it be?

at least a thing I could manage.

I do not have wisdom.

I do not have courage.

I do not have liberation.

Is running away, courage?

Is rebellion, liberation?

Is wisdom a thing to be acquired?

 

I am only aware of what I have been taught to value.

I can only function as a means to other’s ends.

An aspect of machinery grinding its own components to lubricate itself.

And like me even you don’t exist in the way we have been taught.

 

If Buddha was real he’d have taken us with him.

 

Instead heretic I am begs for any small sense of comfort.

 

A blanket round my shoulders ~

The only wisdom that I know

 

Female in Buddhism | Drukmo Gyal Dakini | TEDxTartu


a very concise & useful bit of video

 

In This Time of Iron by pd lyons


 

the wise

trusting themselves

work only on ways

to maintain

integrity

The Lover Of Wisdom, by pd lyons – the 4.5.11. version


 

 

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The Lover Of Wisdom

 

He helped in the kitchen

while she was away.

   One night he was worried about the wine

her father noticed, told him

not to worry

they said it was the best place they’d been to

that they were glad to be here.

besides it was the second bottle they’d ordered.

It was then he grabbed her father’s hand, said

Are you my friend? Are you!

The towering man with black mustache

in a well-worn greasy apron said

Always. I am your friend always!

   It was evening when she came back.

He was sorting pots from the green house

packing them into the jeep

parked at the top of the driveway

when they pulled in

BMW convertible dark blue with tan leather

   He did not want to meet her friends.

Afraid they’d hear the beating of his heart

he stayed on the other side of the jeep

pretending to be too busy

waiting for her to come to him.

But after their long good-byes,

she didn’t.

He walked around  saw her walking

down the hill with her bags

he thought – she has not returned to me at all then.

   Shortly later she came back.

Sat with him on the grass

her black hair veiling them

as hunched together head to head

he opened what she gave him

wrapped in white tissues

a ball of crystal inside a ball of alabaster.

I missed you so much he said.

Are you brave enough to let me shave you? Come on,” 

she said “Let me! I want to!”

He had not shaved since she left

and her creamy skin could not abide  a whiskered face.


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