A Poet's Blog: Roger N.Taber shares his thoughts & poems...

Thoughts and observations by English poet Roger N. Taber, a retired librarian and poet-novelist.- "Ethnicity, Religion, Gender, Sexuality ... these are but parts of a whole. It is the whole that counts." RNT [NB While I have no wish to create a social network, I will always reply to critical emails about my poetry. Contact: rogertab@aol.com].

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Sadly, a bad fall in 2012 has left me with a mobility problem, and being diagnosed with prostate cancer the same year hasn't helped, but I get out and about with my trusty walking stick as much as I can, take each day as it comes and try to keep looking on the bright(er) side of life. Many of my poems reflect the need to nurture a positive-thinking mindset whatever life throws at us.

Wednesday 17 April 2019

Notre Dame, a Phoenix Rising

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[Update, 3/5/20]: As restoration work on building and artefacts continues, French President Emmanuel Macron has since announced that Notre Dame would be rebuilt by 2024 although, of course, this was before the Covid-29 pandemic. Fingers, crossed ...]

Regular readers will know I do not follow any religion although I have every respect for those who do so. My Christian upbringing let me down too often to have any place in my mind-body-spirit. Instead, I chose to put my faith in nature, especially given that no religion has a monopoly on spirituality.

Even as a child, I felt as close to Earth Mother as to my birth parent, and when my mother died, the latter saw me through one of the worst periods in my life, culminating in a nervous breakdown some 40 years ago; both have continued to sustain me since.

I once had the good fortune to visit Notre Dame cathedral with an old friend who is no more religious than yours truly. We both fell in love with its beauty and were held in voluntary thrall to the sense of spirituality it evokes long after leaving its towers, stained glass windows and precious artefacts behind …

When a raging fire broke out, all but engulfing Notre Dame earlier this week, in the early evening of Monday, April 15th, I shared Paris’s grief among many around the world; like them, too, I heaved a sigh of relief that its main structure remains standing and there is potential for as impressive a restoration as saw the survival of York Minster after a fire there some years ago. Moreover, the heroism of French firefighters tackling the blaze, and that of the chaplain who ran into the burning building to save what precious artefacts he could, well deserve a place in history.

Notre-Dame spire collapsing 
(photo from the Internet))

This poem is a villanelle.

NOTRE-DAME, A PHOENIX RISING

Gothic cathedral, pride of a city,
Notre-Dame, loved by all,
global metaphor for spirituality

Though fire threatens its entirety,
its proud exterior stands tall;
Gothic cathedral, pride of a city

Heroic firemen, salvaging history,
though its spire takes a fall;
global metaphor for spirituality

Brave chaplain confronts eternity
at Heaven’s call;
Gothic cathedral, pride of a city

Paris in tears and hymning its story,
free world in thrall;
global metaphor for spirituality

Stoic survivor, messaging its glory,
world answering its call;
Gothic cathedral, pride of a city,
global metaphor for spirituality

Copyright R N. Taber 2019
(April 17th 2019)





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Friday 15 July 2016

Carnage in Nice, (More) Slaughter of the Innocents


There are really no words to express any decent person’s horror - whatever their colour, creed, sex or sexuality - at the senseless carnage in Nice On July 14 2016. Hopefully, though, someone somewhere who is perhaps harbouring thoughts along the lines of radical Islam, for whatever reason, may find this poem offers food for thought ... and think again. 

At least 84 people were reported dead in Nice and many others injured, many of them children; their crime, having the temerity to enjoy themselves on Bastille Day, a national event celebrating the storming of the Bastille during the French Revolution, July 14 1879.

In ‘The Age of Reason’ Thomas Paine (1737 - 1809) makes the point that ‘…the belief of a cruel God makes a cruel man.’ What would Paine have to say, I wonder, about of the image of the prophet Muhammad every radical Islamist wears on his or her sleeve?


CARNAGE IN NICE, (MORE) SLAUGHTER OF THE INNOCENTS 
[Nice, Bastille Day 2016]

World, head bowed, but only for tears
where terrorism has its way,
nations, left victims of its worst fears

Though its nemeses breeding for years,
to love and peace, the final say,
world, head bowed, but only for tears

Freedom, a crown of thorns, it wears
for any who get in terror’s way,
nations left victims of its worst fears

Wherever fundamental dogma rears
its head, the mad dog has its day;
world, head bowed, but only for tears

Humanity, for all its flaws, endures
if inhumanity briefly holding sway,
nations left victims of its worst fears

In radical Islam, true faith disappears,
so testify efforts to keep it at bay;
world, head bowed, but only for tears,
nations left victims of its worst fears

[London, July 15 2016]

Copyright R. N. Taber 2016

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Wednesday 7 January 2015

Hero in the Line of Fire

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[Update Jan 7, 2018: Today marks three years to the day since the attack on Charlie Hebdo in Paris. We should not and dare not forget...] RT

Today's poem was written several years ago, but will resonate today with believers in Freedom of Speech worldwide.

What appears to have been yet another barbaric act of terrorism in Paris on staff of the French satirical magazine Charlie Hebdo, killing and injuring a number of people, including two police officers, is a terrifying reminder of the times in which we live. There is NO excuse for it whatever.

The killers were reportedly heard shouting what translates as ‘We have avenged the prophet’; a prophet who would have been appalled to have His name so abused.

Humour, especially satire, will always be controversial, but should never be allowed to fall victim to either political correctness or any socio-cultural-religious persuasion. It is one of the most effective Weapons of Peace by which various elements of society can be freely criticised. The keyword here, of course, is ‘freely’. All of us - especially writers and journalists - must feel free to criticise wherever and whenever they feel criticism is justified. Others, of course, must be similarly free to agree or disagree.

Any attack on Free Speech is an attack on us all. We can but trust the perpetrators of this latest horrific event will be tracked down and brought to justice.

I love Paris and the French people. My thoughts and sympathies - as I imagine those of all my readers - are especially with the families and friends of those killed and injured in Paris earlier today. May they draw on the power of love to help them through the coming hours, days, months and years with the kind of strength and courage that epitomises the very best of human nature.

Where certain elements of any society are inclined (as are all of us, up to a point) to take its beliefs as 'written on tablets of stone' these are - and always will be - a legitimate target for satire if only to encourage us be less inflexible and/or dogmatic. We need to regularly review our perspectives on life, including those on the society in which we live, and at the very least draw attention to any perceived failings. Isn't this what a free press - indeed, free speech - is all about? This, too, I fear has been increasingly under threat for some years, especially by a significant (but vocal) minority who so love to play this or that socio-cultural-religious card...

This poem is a villanelle.

HERO IN THE LINE OF FIRE 

Where society a hypocrite or liar,
politics the ultimate blame game,
find a sharp-tongued ally in satire

Invariably, no smoke without fire,
(point the finger, give it a name)
where society a hypocrite and liar

Global warming, threat more dire
for all those repudiating the same;
find a sharp-tongued ally in satire

World leaders, negotiating its mire
(power, among the perks of fame)
where society a hypocrite and liar

Religion, where AIDS toll higher,
its rhetoric loud, reasoning lame;
find a sharp-tongued ally in satire

Drugs-arms dealers loath to retire,
(Greed, the name of the game);
where society a hypocrite and liar,
find a sharp-tongued ally in satire

Copyright R. N. Taber 2010; 2012


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