Bland On Bland – Rare Things

Bland On Bland – The BookThe theme for this week’s JVG Radio Method poem is “Rare Things“.

Not sure what prompted the theme this week.

Possibly the fact that Dan Warner had been doing Warner Corner on the show for 20 years and Jon wanted to somehow celebrate the rarity of that or Jon was just being perverse as usual.

Either way ( and I am assuming here it was the former reason) it was a good theme to work with as you will see.

Ed Bates provided the guitar backing, have a listen to how it went below…

To play this poem directly in your browser – just click the “play” button below:

Rare Things

Dear God, It’s me again, the heretic; you’re still on my mailing list
I was wondering what you thought of earth? You know, if you did exist

This wondrous, infinitesimal speck, entrusted to our care
A realm transcending beauty; as unlikely as it’s rare

A thousand Edens married; some claim through your grace
An oasis in the cosmos orbiting through space

There are those who seem determined to see this planet crash and burn
The faster it’s destroyed, God, the sooner you return

Whether atheist or believer; whichever God or creed
We are committing profanity as the earth wilts through our greed

Ideology not fact, sadly dictates where we stand
We fail to see the coming tide while building castles in the sand

Too many so called conservatives counter reason with denial
Cite conspiracies and hidden agendas; put truth, itself, on trial

Cling to theories long discredited; defy certainty with doubt
It’s like blaming the barometer for causing flood or drought

Bloody mindedly and blindly greet irrefutable proof with defiance
The environment is not about politics; the enemy is not science

Yet still they continue to argue, yes is no; day is night
In the shadow of an apocalypse there is no left or right

By definition ‘conservative’ is both prudent and judicious
‘Radical’ implies extreme; fanatical, pernicious

As our planet chokes, coasts erode and farms succumb to thirst
Perhaps the time has come for those names to be reversed

The odds of a planet nurturing life are so rare, so impossibly small
You might credit God or chemistry; or credit nothing at all

You cannot honour your maker while defiling her creation
Standing up for this glorious world, is in itself affirmation

This extraordinary planet deserves our support; science, not science fiction
Protect and nourish; repair and replenish; there’s no other choice bar extinction

© Copyright 2019 Ian Bland

Also have a listen to “Everything or Nothing

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