Wednesday, 26 October 2016

jus ad bellum

did we...
did we justly had the right...
by what divine right did we proclaim this to be so? 

She sat on her self made throne, 
She twirled her gold coin through her callous fingers, 
Her flaming red hair radiated her appetite for more, 
Her grip on her lance was firmly pointed to her prey. 
As her essence dripped away! 

He lay prostrate in front of her, the noble queen. 
His hands open to the sky, filthy hands! 
His children huddled in fear, wide eyed and oppressed.
His wife's wound wide open, a red lake pouring on the marble floor. 

She sat on her self made throne, 
She dropped her gold coin through her callous fingers, 
Her flaming red hair radiated her slit throat, 
As the assassin slipped through the darkness to end her tyranny. 

jus ad bellum?  

Thursday, 20 October 2016

And the Moon was FULL and on HIGH!


It came from nowhere...ha
It was building within...
They didn't see it coming...
They stepped back in shock...
Painting by Lorraine Rigby. 2016

It was so unexpected...
It wasn't his character?!
They paused.
They halted.

He ranted. And the Moon was FULL and on HIGH!

His words made no sense...
His logic had no reason...
His meaning was full of emotion... heart-felt... a cry for attention.
He banged on the table... "Aren't you listening".

They shuffled their papers.
They pretended not to listen.
They thought it inappropriate.
They didn't know what to say.

But they did listen. And the Moon was FULL and on HIGH!

Frustration was giving birth.
It begins to tie a knot around conformity.
 But He Slashed It Wide OpeN!
And his soul began to bleed.

Then a hand of serenity and understanding...
Slipped into his hand. It was full of understanding and grace.
It soothed his being,
          His presence paced evenly...
                   She understood!
It was so unexpected that she would do that!

They witnessed. And the Moon was FULL and on HIGH!

Saturday, 17 September 2016

Mother Earth

I fell to the earth, softly, caressed with love and tenderness,
my eyes slowly lifted towards the heavens, blinded by the lights,
the canopy above me sheltered me from years ahead of me,
the sound of mother earth, I longed to enfold myself into her and she in us!

But we were taken away by that which we know not off!

Painting by Lorraine Rigby. 2016
She whispered a segment of hope, now lost in the concrete wilderness,
our fractured Being, focuses on the hope of what the masters offer,
but we have been made deaf to our mother earth, she weeps and wails,
She stamps with fury! And we lay our hopes and promises on a cycle of hatred!

We have been stolen away from the wilderness of our dreams,
We have been made into elaborate slaves, imprisoned in gilded cages!
We have been lied too, conned, manipulated, tortured and executed,
for their sake! Have we forgotten what mother earth promised?

She sits waiting, ready to embrace us,
She is hurt from the abuse.....

We must rise from the tyranny of insidious control,
Wash away the suffocation that drowns our souls.

We stamp with fury.... she will hear our call, she will rise, and will lift us up!
We will break through the canopy that shaded us and view our dreams and promises!

Friday, 9 September 2016

A Thousand Miracles

It came from nowhere,
It was so unexpected and cruel... 

That someone could say such words. 

But at the heart of such cruelty, 
Lies a deep pain that we have been untouched by...

It came from nowhere, 
It was so unexpected and kind...

That someone could say such words. 

But at the heart of such kindness, 
Lies a deep love that we have been untouched by...

It came from nowhere, 
It was so unexpected... 

That the universe created us as its expression!

At the heart of such an action 
Lies a deep need..................

                           .................. and forever we will search for that need. 

Friday, 2 September 2016

Kyrie Eleison

Kyrie Eleison!

The Violin trembles with excitement,
The Cello quivers with jubilation,
The Choir breathe with exaltation,
The Soloist smiles with self-assurance.

He comes from the wooden panels with a shock of white hair,
His priestly garb does not fool anyone, taking his stand!
The formal nods, unseen winks, knowing smiles,
They have bonded in months of relationship!

The Father of Music looks down with Joy!
The Children of Music wait with expectation!

Like lightening streaking toward our heart,
Breaking the mundane with the divine language!
Our quintessence is the exploration of our earthly beauty
We are propelled into the world were reality... stops......... stops for a moment
...........................................piercing reality and knowing God for the first time!

It transmits a divine enigma code.

               It evokes messages to our yet known self.

                              It filters through our emotions and joy is released!
The beauty of the divine child. Humanity!

Kyrie Eleison! 


Tuesday, 30 August 2016


Holding onto my own......barely.
The sense of anguish consumed my breathing.
This uncalled for penance came like the wind.
It brought me to my knees....
My hands grasping for air....
Reaching for God and begging him to relent?

But he waits with unlimitedness and accepts all that is me,
But I suffer from the greatest of all agonies and he grants nothing and everything.

I see the twilight of my days... I witness the coming days!
It is upon me...
                        and fear clings to me, it holds me in a vice! It's Jaws are Cold!

The solitude of hope is but a moment in youth and
the dream is held throughout our ageing coil.


A Spiritual Comedy

The Soul and The Desire sit under a tree.... they are both playing conkers. 

Enter The Messenger. 

The Messenger: I come with good tidings

The Soul: I knew it... I knew it....this is so exciting!

The Desire: Really. What is it this time?

The Messenger: Behold........I bring 'The Unknown'.....

Enter The Unknown

The Unknown: Behold! I am 'The Unknown'

The Soul (Stands up quickly) Oh! I expected something a little more grandeur.


The Desire: He said grandeur, not louder.....

The Messenger: Let us marvel at the possibilities.

The Soul: (Pulls The Messenger to the one-side) I'm wanting this.....but there's something missing with this picture.

The Desire: I'm not caring for this.... is there a pub near here?

The Soul: I'm comprehending the unknown, but I need something more practical... a little concrete?

The Unknown: By the gods and goddesses and all that which is in-between! No, you can't have something concrete! I am THE UNKNOWN.

The Soul: I understand that....I get the over-arching principle of your premis, put can we put something in writing?

The Desire: I fancy a burger with my pint, pint of cider would wash that down very nicely. Salsa or Mayo on the Burger that is the question?

The Unknown: Writing something down goes against my ethos.

The Soul: Oh, so you have your own raison d'etre, mission statement?

The Unknown: (with some inpatience) Not really a Mission Statement.........

The Desire: Perhaps a bowl of chips to start with.......

The Soul takes The Desire to one side

The Soul: Will you shut up about pub food.

The Unknown: I think your missing the point about the Unknown.

The Soul: Perhaps..... but I'm imagining for something to know, to comprehend, to feed this (he taps his chest)....what have you to offer?

The Messenger: Well I have stood here long enough in silence I can introduce you to...... Behold The Land! [Enter The Land - he is not happy]

The Unknown: Thank you The Messenger, Farewell (They hug) [The messenger exits]

The Desire: Do you know where the nearest pub is?

The Land: Hello Lads....

The Desire: Yes, you know when the nearest pub is my old friend?

The Soul: For the love of all the gods and goddesses and everything in-between!

The Unknown: Behold I am still here!

The Land: Thank you..... for your clarification.... I'm here for you both, what is your needs?

The Desire: Needs...I'm just one big need, for now I want to go to the pub?

The Soul: (Grabs The Desire) Will you get a grip of yourself! Have some self control!

The Desire: (Gently releases The Soul from him, with some consideralby strength).... my friend and constant companion, only the lack of age and drink is my need.

The Unknown: Perhaps I can fill in that gap? Seeking me will do something for that need?

The Desire: Truly, The Unknown can fill in that need? How can fulfilment of this (Points to his stomach) be fulfilled by (Waves his arms dramatically around then points to The Unknown) by you?

The Land: (coughs) Me, on the other hand, have a lot to offer that (he points to The Desires stomach)

The Desire: Indeed you do my friend..... you know where the pub is located?

The Soul: This is getting beyond the Joke! My friends Estragon and Vladmir had the same bloody problem..... here lies the conflict my friend, The Unknown is in front of us.... is it not sufficent enough to fulfil our need?

The Unknown: You have it?

The Soul (Falls to his knees and prays dramatically) Let us pray.


The Desire: Maybe later, I'm going to the pub, coming (Says to The Land, and then to The Unknown)

The Land: My friend, I think you misunderstand. Me and The Unknown (The Land walks over to The Unknown), well we have a date. We have always been togther...... Like you my friends.

The Unknown: Goodbye.... I'm sorry. (He pats the head of The Soul who is still praying)

The Land and The Unknown exit. 

The Desire: You have got to be joking........

The Soul: (still in prayer).... didn't see that coming?

The Desire: Will you open you eyes then!

The Soul: I'm in deep contemplation and reflection.

The Desire: Already!

The Soul: Be quiet. I'm having a moment.


The Desire: (Sits next to him, bored)

The Soul: Shhh

The Desire: I haven't said anything.

The Soul: Shhh

The Deisre: Oh come on, lets go for a pint!


The Desire: When in Rome. (He goes onto his knees and prays)


The Soul: It's time.

The Desire: It's time?

The Soul and The Desire stand and exit.