Poetic Irony

Its 3am 30th Dec 2025

I got up cos I was hungry

I had gone to to bed cos i was tired and did a lot yesterday, by my standards

I've had crumpet and tea

I've come here to my desk in the study, ok front room

and what pops up 

My God, this is what you are reading in South America maybe

a piece from Long Long ago

where I wished for a wife and perhaps kids

who would want me and then kids too

a double impossibility 

and to do something useful with my life

So as my Irish Clan cousins said

I got all my luck in one go

So for tonight's piece to reappear

because YOU are reading it

Is a coincidence

I'm at Critical Mass on the writing now

does not mean I'll suddenly explode

but the irony is not lost on me

Like being teased by Padre Pio

who is using Frassati as a battering ram

to open the door for me

though nothing is certain

but there is no such thing as a coincidence

only the will of god

And I am like a bed pan and people are sifting me

trying to find my gold

with my ckd a valid metaphor too

So I've had tea and crumpet 

this is the piece from 2007 originally

so 19 years ago or so

Sunday, 20 May 2018

My God A lost post from Feb 2007, 11 years ago

My God (c)

By

Michael Casey

To  start with , it was an impossibility , but strange things have happened since I met the wife . God had been quietly reading the sports pages of his newspaper , printed in hieroglyphics of course , he was wandering would Manchester United ever be beaten and why didn’t David Beckham call his son John , it was such a nice name after all . Instead of naming him after a bridge , God’s name was John after all , there he sat on his clouds worrying about us all , why didn’t we all talk to him more , not formal prayers ,  just “if onlys” and sighs and groans  , even “you bastard its all your fault “ or “you don’t exist anyway” . A father worries about his children and when they don’t talk to him he worries all the more . Sure some of his kids talked , or rather prayed every day , but these weren’t the ones he worried about . It was the ones who were too tired to pray , because they worked such such funny / hard hours , whose own kids made them worry so much , it was these who made God worry so much , his elbows were constantly wore away on his cardigan as God lay on the floor his head in his hands and cried , sure Mary the Virgin always darned his elbows but these past 2000 years they always needed redarning . But he heard my prayer as I stood by the fridge and said “all I want is to meet somebody and get married and perhaps have a family and do something useful with my life” 3 wishes if you like .

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I was doing some security and this flashed by so I'm sharing it.