Green Book Of Meditations Volume 6 The Books of Songs - Student ...

The Poems of Chris
Chris Middleton was an odd quiet sort of Druid who enjoyed
mummery and plays and eccentric little talks with puppets at
night.
Something to Look Forward to
By Chris Middleton, Carleton, c.1999
I was eating a rather bland breakfast
When suddenly
I died
Moments later my spirit was wheeling from the experience
My vision blurred as the room about me spun into a crazed mix of
colors
A blender full of the rich hues of every fruit
Every berry.
Soon all reality and the bowl of oatmeal below me dipped and
sank into the thick syrupy afterlife
My spirit was now sticky with the great beyond-
Tastes like blueberries-
Then a darkness, more liquid than coffee, washed over me as I
ascended to the light
Could this be death I wondered as I drew my hands through a
stream of caffeinated Hereafter
I thought of all the orange slices, the Mandarin, Naval, and
Tangerine
I recalled the Grapefruit and Melons
Those distinct memories of Kiwis, Sandpears and Mangos
All those times I had feasted
Those times when I had refused to take a single citrus section
It was there that I came to a Toast Point
I landed gracefully near a sea of tranquil raspberry jam
Along the toasted beach, the waves kicked up a froth of pancakes
People wandered in bedclothes holding hands and holding
newspapers
I knew I had reached the land where breakfast never ended
And sighed deeply, turning to English muffin thoughts, and
knowing that I’d never have to go to early morning Spanish again.
Untitled for Obvious Reasons
By Chris Middleton, Carleton c.1999
Three men are seated at a table in Purgatory
They are silent
Around them are thousands of silent, caged, parrots
Just as in heaven, just as in hell
In heaven the parrots learn words and continue the conversations
When the people are silent
In hell the parrots learn words and
Interrupt whoever speaks
In Purgatory the parrots learn words,
But are always silent
The three men in Purgatory
Do not know this
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10/20/98
Dear Irony,
The Poems of Brad
Your letter inurted me to send anything of interest to you, the
enclosed facsimile copies are the nicest things (to me) I've seen on
Druidism, Hope they are of interest.
Sincerely, Brad Norris
The Seven Precepts of Merlin
Strive for knowledge, for it is power
Seek virtue, for it brings peace
Abhor vice, for it brings evil on all
Obey those in authority in all just things, so virtue may be exalted
When in authority decide reasonably, for thy authority may not
last
Bear with fortitude the ills of life, remembering that no mortal
sorrow is eternal
Cultivate the social virtues, so that thou shall be loved by all men
The Gorsedd Prayer
Grant, o Duw, thy protection
And in protection, strength
And in strength, understanding
And in understanding, knowledge
And in knowledge, the knowledge of justice
And in that knowledge of justice, the love of justice
And in that love of justice, the love of all existence's
And in that love of all existence's, the love of Duw
Duw and all goodness
Where dips the rocky highland
Of sleuthwood in the lake,
Lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats
There we've hid our faerie vats
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries
Stolen Child
(Chorus)
Come away, oh human child
To the water and the wild
With a faerie hand in hand
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light
By far off furthest crosses
We foot it all the night
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep
(Chorus)