The Raven and the Lineman

“…and I need you more than want you and I want you for all time…and the Wichita lineman is still on the line…”

–Jimmy Webb, Wichita Lineman

By Maurie Nord

“There! That creature stops below me!
Every day I see him
From my perch on high
His shining head bows down
Glistening rays of dazzling sun
As from the head of a
Wingless angel
I call and call to ask him about mysteries
But he does not understand my speech
He walks with two of larger legs
He sits
He clasps together
A smaller pair
He bows his gleaming head then eats his food
Will he leave some there for me I wonder?
And I wonder what he knows of me?
Of my long curved bill and glider wings
Or of that monster bird who gleams as
Brightly as his head
Who has glider wings which glide and
Glide whose thunderous voice and breath
Can shake the very heavens
What does he know of a great bird
This mystery cousin?
What does he know?
This creature with the gleaming head
Who has no wings and cannot fly?
Yet he can climb oh yes
Like a squirrel can this creature climb!
He can reach my perch
Perhaps he can climb to the heavens!”

And climb he daily does
This lineman climbs the perch today
Of a raven who takes such great
Delight in scolding him or so it seems
The sun declines
The lineman prays
His work is done for six more days

….”You know I need a small vacation but it don’t look like rain….”

The 777’is well on its way

He leans against his truck and sighs
Beneath a starry sky that lives and moves
In eternity
He asks and prays
“Are you really up there?
And what do you know of me?
What does the croaking raven say?
Are you really up there, beyond the stars
Oh Lord God of Elijah?”

Gregor wanted a Funny Guitar

GREGOR WANTED A FUNNY GUITAR

by Clancy O’Lafferty

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Gregor went down to Qatar

To buy him a funny guitar

An Arabian lady was playin’ so grand

One night at a Frenchman’s bar

The girl had a scarf on her head

And another was danciin’ by heck

Gregor said, “by gum I’m buyin’ me one

And a dancer as well if I can!”‘

When he spied a good shop in Doha

He muttered, “by gory aha!

Now that one there is the same or I’m lame

as the dame in the Frenchman’s bar!

“Now how many Royals is that?”

And he smiled like a Chesire cat

He looked round the room as he whistled a tune

But the price made his whistle fall flat

Gregor said, “I”ll try to be nice

And I’ll pay but a third of your price”

If you throw in a dancer, a belly dance prancer

You know the kind that I like.

Tis here in the land of Qatar,

You invented them funny guitars

And the dancers as well, them she devils from hell

That I love in the Frenchman’s bar

Their navels that rotate so slowly

And hips with a mind of their own see?

Well, it all started here and they sell lots of beer

And I’ll open a pub up in Derry”

Well, the owner he showed him the door

With a boot to his butt and he swore

“Allah give you some lashes instead of silk sashes

And all of these sins you adore!”

“You know that these all started here?

Gregor pointed his finger and jeered

The navels, the teats and the swivelling hips

And the oldest concoctions for beer!

I know that you secretly love em

And you think that yer somehow above em

Tis money yer after you git fiddle crafter

Now take yer fine profits and shove em!”

Standing Somewhere in the Shadows

Originally published on May 16, 2002, a prophetic poem by Maurie Nord

STANDING SOMEWHERE IN THE SHADOWS

I saw by night, and behold a man riding upon a red horse, and he stood among the myrtle trees that were in the bottom; and behind him were there red horses, speckled and white.

Zechariah 1:8

I sense that the Spirit of the Lord is saying this:

Darkness is descending,

and in the shadows, I Am waiting for you to see Me.

I Am not pleased to see you wounded and in despair,

you look this way and that way for compassion,

is there any friend to comfort you?

I Am waiting for your eyes to adjust

to the darkness,

then you will see Me.

I will be at first a shadow,

then I will grow brighter as you behold Me.

In your despair, you will ask,

“How can these things come upon me?

Am I not special?

Have I not been chosen of You to be a light for liberty?

and a testimony for truth?”

Yes, and all the brighter you will, in darkness, shine!

I have been waiting for you, here,

in the valley of despair,

where the last straws of self reliance

are tightly clutched,

then at last, are reluctantly surrendered,

and are Mine.

You will peer into the darkness,

and in the shadows,

among the myrtles which camoflaged Me

by the light of  your glory days,

in your darkness,

you will find Me.

I Am not pleased

that it was here, and only here

you needed to come

to find Me.

I Am not pleased

that those who hate you

are at peace,

at rest and satisfied

with your despair.

You have faced enemies with courage,

and mighty is the armour

upon which you have relied.

Here in the valley,

I Am your only Armour,

here in the shadows, I stand ready,

and with Me stands My Bride.

We are not pleased at your pain,

we are not pleased

that you are brought down.

Yet it is for your gain,

that pain is allowed.

Your ears were deafened, amid the din of

the battles of distraction.

The cries of My watchmen:

“Watch your Unarmed Back!”

When at last you felt the stings,

of the first two sharp arrows,

as a giant aroused too late,

you turned around

and screamed,

“YOU!”

Since then have followed

grievous arrows,

and even now in this low place,

in this valley you ask,

“How can this be,

and,

“How can I be brought low?”

and,

“Can it be that such things can happen,

to me, to even me?”

From the shadows of the myrtles I answer,

“Yes, these things can be,

and again,

I Am not pleased.”

I stand ready,

upon my warrior horse of red,

to stand up for you,

America,

I Am not pleased

that your blood is shed.

You were merciful to Israel,

and you took her side.

Under the shadow of the Eagle’s wings,

for awhile she did abide,

until the enemies behind you,

the enemies among you,

the enemies within you cried,

“NOW!”

And you have paid the price.

And now, behold Me, in the darkness,

I shine more brightly than the day.

Do even now,

as upon your coinage,

you long have boldly proclaimed:

Put your trust in Me,

let Me lead the way.

I Am the True Liberty,

I Am the True Safety,

I Am the True Wealth,

I Am the True Eagle,

I Am exalted above the Stars,

for the Stripes upon my back.

With pierced hands I beckon you,

Climb upon my back and soar!

Soar with me on the winds

of this great adversity!

You who have walked the moon,

will never see a grander sight,

than to behold the Lord,

in the Beauty of Holiness,

and on the wings of true faith,

to view the nations from His heights!

Oh look!

Your  Weeping Northern Brother

stretches open arms,

of love:

“Let’s fly together,

Wounded Brother,

let’s climb upon the Eagle’s back,

let us soar!

Let us be one people,

in His Love, let there be no border.

Let’s be united in this:

that we put our trust in the Lord!”

“We’ve been tasting of the Water,

from the Rock our leaders struck.

It is sweeter than the Maples.

We are with you in the myrtles,

in the shadows.

We are standing with you

in the shadows.”

The Coin Toss

The Coin Toss

By Maurie Nord

I see the two sides of a coin

Heads or tails deciding

Flip of thumb and on the ground

The referee is minding

The toss of coin

The flip of thumb in air

By law he must be bound

But the quarter back has a secret pass

Touch down!

I received!

And I’m out of hiding

 

January 1, 2015

Hat Etiquette

HAT ETIQUETTE

 

(“the terrorists are negotiating with grocery store hostages out of their respect for human life…” CNN)

by Maurie Nord

Hat etiquette

is there anyone alive

who remembers it?

or have they all

taken the dive beneath

cold soil

in marble orchards

now powerless to decide on

matters that are obviously right?

is anyone able to touch a brim

to pinch a crown

to politely brush it

or sometimes to respectfully remove it?

is there anyone willing to wear it on a wise head

over a heart brave enough to sail, fly or

to march into the night

upon some bloody beachhead and fight

for what is clearly the Truth

brave enough to capitalize the Word

and to even die for the right to do so?

I think there are many

but they sadly lack those

with a set big enough to back them

is there anyone unafraid to write a poem

pretentious enough to rhyme?

or to make any kind of sense at all?

one that leaves those sadly bereaved

of sanity to be pinned and wriggling on a wall

where some women still come and go

talking of Michaelangelo?

is there anyone left to understand

a sweat band?

perhaps we have only a bewildered band

grandsons of great grandfathers

who paid a great toll

the greatest generation

(we forgive their martinis

their digust for Mary Jane

long hair

and their refusal to seriously

touch their brims

except with wry grins

when they first heard the music

called “rock and roll”

EP CB and later some

bands that had only four)

for them a band was big

Benny Goodman or Lawrence Welk

but more than a-one-and-a-two

they were a band of brothers

or else, to them a band

meant a fancy

ribbon on a felt fedora

and before that a leather strap

they cinched around

a cowboy hat

Wandering Sheep

Jesus came to save His people from their sins.
He is the Good Shepherd and when a sheep falls into a ditch
He quickly goes and rescues it.
What are your ditches?
What has made you say,
“Well son-of-a-bitch!”
His reach is long enough to pull you out
and later you will be able to laugh about it
and give Him praise
and throw your crown down
on that great and glorious day

Where have those Faces Gone?

Where Have Those Faces Gone?

by Maurie Nord

He was born into a place called “Shaver’s Bench”
Mister Shaver was the founder
unless you miss your guess
On the Eastside of Trail
a smelter town in BC
where they made heavy water for the
the bomb, you see, I mean Little boy and Fat man

They marched around the square
though the war was long over
though ten years over
they marched around the square
bag pipes still wailin’
war drums still poundin’
Through those long lost days
he still remembers
the force
the courage
the resolve upon their faces
looking up into their faces and trembling
as they marched
and though they never spoke a word
he could hear them say
“You will never conquer us
you can try to stare us down
when you try to beat us down
and when you think you have it done
you’ll be staring at the gates of hell
he wonders this old man
it has been so long
where is the resolve?
where have those faces gone?

copyright Maurie Nord 2014

Finnegan’s Complaint

Finnegan’s Complaint

By Clancy O’Lafferty

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Finnegan in the bar once again
must complain
This time about his old age
A pint of ale down
and a round for the house
eveyone is attentive ;you see
he raises his glass
and he says “what an ass
I ended up old don’;t you know?
That I cannot remember the simplest things
and not able to come or to go!”

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copyright Maurie Nord 2014

Life of Faith

Life of Faith 

 by Clancy O’Lafferty

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Have fun

experiment

this is the only

chance you have

got to experiment

with faith

cheer up and

know that I Am

I am beside you

all the way

a Teacher who will

never betray you

nor forsake you

I will remake you

into the being I want

you to be

I give you the space

Let’s see a smile on your face!

 Rock 'n' Roll Fantasy Camp in Los Angeles

 copyright Maurie Nord 2014

Mullet

Mullet

by Clancy O’Lafferty

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I don’t care what you think of my “mullet”

I had one long before they so called it

If i want to I know how to so cut it

I’m a barber by trade so just shut it

Take your PC correctness and think

the smell overwhelms and it stinks

YOUR  mullet’s a fish

a rotten fish

Always so right

You declare what is light

and if one dares say no he is wicked

mullet

mullet style