This poem is a collaboration between Coyote and Michael Edwards
and is a re-write Coyote’s excellent original version
which he published recently here on MPS
I sat upon an old park bench
and I was unaware
of those who passed by as I spoke
to a guy who wasn’t there.
And as they passed they all gave me
a long and anxious stare
as I continued chatting to
the guy who wasn’t there.
Soon a policeman came along
and said: ‘Son come with me
you’re scaring all these people
with this guy you cannot see’.
‘I’ll take you to a special place
where you will get some care
to help with your obsession with
the guy who isn’t there’.
I said 'that’s okay officer
I’ll gladly come with you
but what about the folk each day
who sit upon a pew?’
‘You’ll find them in the local church
packed tightly like sardines
whilst talking to another guy
who’s also never seen’.
‘So wouldn’t it be prudent
and surely only fair
that you arrange some transport
for me and all those there’.
‘Then you can take us all away
and we can all compare
the things that we all chat about
with those who are not there’.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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A sort of 'agreeing to disagree' comment - I think of people saying prayers or 'talking to God' or to a 'god' when I read this.
In my belief, someone is there. We may talk to someone or some thing that we can't see visibly.
Is Miss Berles there? Can she be seen? Or is she busy sorting out the syllaberles?!
Yes we all know Miss Berles is there - she supplied the sylables.
Is she short of any syllables at the moment?! Will there be any extra fee to but them from her? I would buy some, but I can't get out of this Fire Exit Door. It's gotta be kept closed at all times. Doh!
Super words Michael and Coyote.
Andy
Cheers Andy
Yep .. not half bad .. and I do mean both halves .. a seamless collaboration, I can see I shall have to go check out that Coyote .... Neville
I loved the idea and structuure in his earlier poem and am grateful that he agreed to this rewrite - cheers Neville.
you outed hypocrisy, so eloquently
Succinctly put LB
Is it me? I haven't been on that bench you know. Am i the bloke who wasn't there?
I rescall it well - I wasn't there with you - we shared a can of fizzy drink with the liquid removed.
He always drains the can first. And we get the blame for leaving the cans around, "who left that litter...... Mr Nobody again".
Thankfully for sanities sake we seem to share the same bonkers sense of humour - and yes the can was empty excpt for the content of the bubbles long since popped. Now there's another couplet there somewhere!
As i said to the can-can man who wasn't there "at least I know I popped your bubbles!"
Love the re-write. Nice work Michael🙂
But you did all the work plus an inspiring write. Thanks so much for giving the go-ahead to pop it on here.
The. Mind holds a many good things, the heart even more
i talk to myself - can be quite embarrassing - thanks Dove.
Most of us speak to the “guy whose isn’t there”,
knowing that he’s silently listening, hoping that he cares.
Thoroughly enjoyed
Michael,
I’m glad I read this re-write. Thank you for penning it and sharing it with your MPS readers. I missed the one penned by Coyote.
I love your artwork.
Laura🌻
P.S.- My love and best wishes to your dear Jeanne. I hope she’s doing better.❤️
Thanks laura. Good news just before Christmas. the imunotherapy is so toxic and Jeanne has been really suffering with its effects. However she's just had another scan and the main lession has shrunk by almost 50% - so there is hope in the tunnel. Hope you are also faring well.
I’m so so happy for the great news for your dear Jeanne.
Please give her a big hug for me. 🤗
I’m faring well , for now.
Wishing you and Jeanne a wonderful weekend.
Good one, Michael.
A much-needed laugh.
Marvelous!
cheers M&M.
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