Fighting and war Death and destruction All around the globe We swarm like ants Waving our little guns Yelling our war cries Victory goes to the guys with the biggest bombs If only Angels with outstretched wings Would spread peace like chemtrails across the firmament Oxytocin, serotonin Where it could fall with the rain On…
This is a little late, but here’s a Christmas movie I will confess I completely forgot about until just recently. “We’re No Angels” stars Humphrey Bogart, Peter Ustinov, and Aldo Rey. This movie is a comedy about Christmas, though its humour is often wonderfully black. It is purported to take place in the French penal…
Christmas is many things to many people God in a manger and angel choirs Santa Claus is coming to town Food, and booze, and parties, and presents Even loneliness and grief, missing those who have passed What’s it to me Decorating a tree Wreath on the door Crib on the shelf Carved wooden angel hung…
In a war torn world Full of anger, violence, fighting, killing There is such a raucous din That even the angels block their ears in dismay And long for silence Be still, says He who came for us Come rest in me At Christmas we remember To come into the blessed, peaceful presence Of our…
I will begin with a disclaimer – I am not pretending my selections are the best Christmas movies, and I really do think this kind of thing is rather subjective anyway. This is a selection of a few movies I really like at Christmas, in no particular order. Enjoy. I want to start with “A…
How sweet does it seem When we look back Remembering the children we were Remembering the excitement Of opening presents straight from Father Christmas Of eating turkey and plum pudding All smiles and peace We long for the good old days But if we think really hard We remember the fights The shouting, the tears…
They wait and they watch The twilight people In the liminal space Between awake and asleep Their eyes stare always Sometimes they come close Sometimes from a distance They never speak Sometimes they are men, sometimes women Dogs or cats, lions or wolves Sometimes they are only eyes Eyes that never blink They are waiting…
Petite prima does perpetual pirouette On a tiny turntable to a tinny tune She dances you into memory Into the past of childhood Then you watched her dance And imagined a world of wonder Now you are old Childhood dreams are ashes in your mouth The tinny tune that gave you hope Makes you weep
“Perfume: The Story of a Murderer” cannot be said to be a murder mystery, as its title tells us what it is about, and the murderer is the protagonist. It has a unique hook, as in the motive of the murderer, a man with a hyperacute sent of smell, being to find and harness the…
Man shakes fist at an empty sky They’re all out to get me! is his cry I need to find my own safe crowd We’ll shout together, nice and loud They’re all out to get us! the people shout Come join us if you wanna get out We’ll stand and repeat the same old lies…
Eclectic Assemblage 