Caressing Leaves While Rome Burns
By mark_yelland-brown
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The horror over Covid continues
We’re fiddling while Rome burns
Let’s write about things that matter
Not leaves or things like birds!
It’s time for Sackcloth and Ashes
It’s time for hopeless despair
Not fluff with little birdies
To show you really care.
So here’s my take on Poets
Who feel the need to write
Rage like rampant prophets
Not like weak-kneed scribes!
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Or we could grab buckets and
Or we could grab buckets and barrels of water and help put out the fire. So that we can get back to writing like weak-knees scribes, of course. ;)
I enjoyed this one.
Jess
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It is so Mark but let's hang around
It is so Mark but let's hang around and check what happens. Won't help to despair cry and lament and swear and curse and rant and rave and going on like that making everyone unhappy on “your” reality which also really is just a perception. That won't change anything and is no great achievement. You can't change anything. And there have been worse times.
In the Letter to the Philippians Paul writes, “Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.”
The church was persecuted they were suffering terribly. One thinks of the band on the Titanic playing as the ship sank, Nearer my God to Thee! By the way I like your title “Caressing Leaves While Rome Burns” it is like putting your trust in the mighty dollar.
A pessimist is a man who sees the sun set in the East.
All the best, have good weekend! Tom Brown
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