15. Of Bloggers’ Divinisation.

 Note-:   The  blogger   is  looking   for     some    guitar-strumper   to    put   music   to   this   worthy   song  which,   when   sung  in  a  pub   would    result  in   long   sessions  of   mead   consumption,   mutual  edification    and     joy,   etc.   etc..

 Of Bloggers’ Divinisation.

Oh fellow-bloggers

from both genders called

and even thou oh Bimbo

thou sweet hybrid twit,

unlike great Shakespeare who

the Romans’ ears on loan asked for

on Antony’s behalf

of great Julius’ the tragic end

and  dramatic  eulogy

to posterity spin-off,

thus proving that concealed within him,

as true as an Englishman can be,

the Romans  he   thought nothing else

to hold between their ears but these

not even the cottowool that we,

from southern, parched and sunny lands

which from emerald Albion cool and fair much differ,

must hold in order to our tiny brains protect,

assigned for this purpose for our own comfort

not less than by Mighty God Himself/Herself/Itself.

Nay, more charitably than Shakspeare

shall I my dear fellow-bloggers

here act with thee

to show of you my high opinion

which I between my ears

loftyly indeed and in my very heart

I truly hold of you,

nay, of you my worthy bloggers fair

of your noble thoughts the loan

I shall here and now ask forthwith.

Then lend me your thoughts oh bloggers mine

and loftily together we shall

to hyperborean hights rise there

where of frozen mist and ice

our frozen artic love, Luthien and I,

painfully yet passionately

do weave and spin,

which paradox does not at all mean

since the pain that love that truly is

passively must suffered be

and this is why ‘passionate ‘ called is.

Your thoughts than lift up mine to reach

and see how spiritual our bloggers’ bonds

really are that together us drive

through interminably, endless uploaded Posts

which share our very souls,

wits, likes and dislikes alike,

not to mention the vile moments when

like the vilest among us,

Ferrerix the Templar we fall in

when to his bad temper roused is

who also denominated Australix is

in order to honour give

to the new and mighty land

which he has been commissioned to fix,

flowing with wine and roast-beef,

food which although mightely

by all Templars enjoyed

halas his gout excites

thus converted must he be

to eternal vegeterian fare and watery drinks

which sufferingly must he be satified with

no passion indeed is he

assuredly I can assure you, finding in this

unlike the love that Luthien and I enjoy indeed

which very passionate is

in spite of the frozen ice and frosty mists

of hyperboreal Norway where my dear darling abides in.

Sometimes to battles drawn are we indeed

like Gentle-Hearted the Templar in which

vile and insulting verbiage mutually hurled

by pens which wielded are like swords

the storm of our temper vile

intended to mutual hurt inflict

when finally,

satiated and spent like a becalmed sea

that aforewith raging has been,

or rather like baboons

from dark Etiopia’s shaded highlands

which with their small button-like eyes

like bits of glass glittering in the sun

their cunning 
and aflame with sudden rage

which for no known cause

a fight suddenly begin

and suddenly illogically also end,

by some fluttering butterfly distracted perchance,

 we cease from fight some whily diplomatic ruse

 to mutually spin

in order for the folly to cease

and our loving purely platonic

relations to resume forthwith.

Through Comments which sorely tax our patient souls

interminably, forbearingly, forgivingly,

christian-like we labour to comment worthily

whenever Telstra’s BigPond’s BigBlog’s

crummy editing programs one has to deal with,

through sheer illogicality and nitwitry

of their programmers who

as if from some Neo-Nazy Den

originated who censor and

suspiciously analyse our messages

with automatically-run programs which

judgment are not endowed with.

These Comments when answered

by insiders and outsiders alike

are the ties which Online

the ethereal waves of Internet quasi-divine,

everyone together link

in a vast World-Net ubiquitous

that even to God on High Above can reach.

Please do your thoughts still keep rising with mine

and consider that generally, few among us

have ever gazed upon the living form

 of any one other of us

as if restrained by some arcane and unheard of Rule

especially if of an opposite gender be,

 the   idiosyncrasy  of  which, 

 typically australian-like   being,  

as  in  the  case  for   me   of 

G.Y.,  Shadow,  Diane  and  Cindy,   Dear  Cindy 

who,  of  my  Luthien,  painfully  reminds  me. 

 Spiritually, contentedly

if unawarely so of this,

except that I am here and now

pointing this out to you

as the mission and duty of a true Bard should be

with this of poetry an unworthy script,

which David of all Bards known and unknown

the worthy paradigm

would certainly condemn as unfit

we soar on  high  as if little of the Internet

the semi-gods  led by worthy

and subtilely-everything-analysing

pondering and all-doubting, challenging Tim,

a   Master  at  finding  in-the-haystack,  pins.

Dear    fellow   bloggers,

this Song has now reached

its twilight and end

and I feel moved to ask you

in  a   sad   yet   joyful  mood  

as   of  Luthien's   the  dream   I   behold  

which  never  far,   cloud and heavenly-like  

before   you  suspended   is, 

a democratically motivated inquest-:

" Are we perchance divine becoming

as worthy and dreaming

De Chardin the Jesuit

of  Ignatius  Loyola's  a   worthy  son

mightely dreamed that humanity,

nay,   the   cosmos  as  a   whole,  

not  just  us   bloggers,

would divine become

once reaching that final goal

that the Omega point he calls?"

Amen.

Note-: By the Omega point Chardin intended Jesus of Nazareth as the Christ, who represents for Christians the highest point in the History of Human Evolution.