Be polite and do not kill your friend
Share your food with others every day
Do not gossip,spite is not profound
Share your sorrows and let comfort stay
Treat the poor respectfully and well
Do not steal a woman from a man
The poor live close to God so there be still
Do not cause ill feelings to a man.
It’s all about good manners I perceive
Do not spoil our sojourn with your greed Re
Our leader has abolished the rules for living with Covid So his pals may have parties every night,while the poor get poorer.Oh just like the old days at Oxford
The air is cold and blank,the sky is beige.
The wind has dropped,the birds seem disengaged.
This is the best , poetry I have ever read (the first too)
You should read poetry out loud ( is it wise for beginners?)
Suppose you can’t read?
Learn it from a tape.
Bad poetry is that which aspires to be what it can never be.
Imitation is good for learning
Oh no
I shuddered lowly as a blouse
That blew straight off the washing line
All at once I saw a mound
A coastline thick with knicker frills
A lid
One friend became an atheist till her grandson got cancer
Then she prayed
Let him get Better and I will start going to church again
Do we think God needs us to go to church?
He needs us to help the poor starving, suffering, lonely
Going to Church is for the Church
Power.
Did Jesus plan to build a Church?
It is ridiculous
What do you think of B.J ?
He is truly a man of the people.
Which people.?
He is very cunning
Like all snakes.
He went to Oxford..n
Anyone can go
How?
The train from Paddington
It seems expensive now
Its cheaper than paying fees.
Anything is.
Except buying a house!!
BJ is a disgrace to our country
Like Oswald Mosley wasn’t
I feel ashamed to be English
You aren’t English
What a relief.Maybe I can reclaim Denmark
Did God promise that to your ancestors?
No.
Why not
They worshipped boats
That was short sighted
They could not read or write
How ridiculous.Here even children can read and write
They talked instead.
How civilised
How gracious
How tenacious
How audacious
For three weeks I had a virus so could not exercise.I was concerned because my muscles are not in the ideal condition
I mentioned it to someone who said
But it’s not your fault
That is true but our muscles will get weaker if we don’t use them for ANY reason.Whether it is our fault or not
The body does know why we don’t move It just reacts to how we use it
Oh for the happy days when we could fall over and get up again
With no injuries
An old man kissed my hand outside a shop
My hair was gleaming in the yellow sun
What surprise, what care, but what a shock
What grace there was in customs , mainly stopped
My face was bright, my stockings had no runs
A man just kissed my hand outside a shop
I should have done a selfie, what a cop!
I bet he fell in love ,ah Beatrice won
What surprise, what care, but what a shock
He was not drunk, his hands had just been mopped
I had not been so touched by anyone
Till this man kissed my hand outside a shop
In a silent morning, love erupts
We know what’s passed but not what is to come
A man just kissed my hand outside a shop
Give us our applause, oh come on,clap!
I think we’ve fallen off the usual map
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What is that animal on your head?
Most people call it hair
Why are you writing?
So you will go away
Is that sarcastic?
No,just sincere
Why are you so horrible?
God never said.
Surely you were not born to be rude
It seemed a good idea at the time.
What time?
Ask your clock.
We don’t talk to the clock
There is always a first time.
Do you eat coke?
No I drink it.
I just don’t know what to say
Then keep quiet,please.
I can’t keep quiet
Then I might lose my temper.
I don’t care
The door is in the hall.
Shall I take it ?
It’s hard to swallow a door.
Just leave it.
It’s rude.
So are you.
Boris Johnson is a Catholic
So was Hitler
Catholic priests can’t marry
It’s cheaper to let them abuse children
But most men don’t have any Desire for abusing children
Makes me wonder,,. ,.,,…..
Don’t tell me that’s why they be became priests?
At least Hitler didn’t go to Church.Likely he’d have burned those to.Who wants to risk of being condemned from the pulpit?
Except they did not speak out.
If a local authority agrees to allow a high rise block of flats to be erected near Grenfell Tower
And twice as high
And it there is only one stair case as at Grenfell
Then it seems to me there is
A Mind to Murder
The cerulean blueness of the sky
Fades to beige when sunlight leaves us
cold
No rain falls and all the soil is dry
The blackbirds look around with eyes that hold
Now all the tree is gleaming in the sun
Red and golden light shines out again
My heart is happy as I wield my pen
The metaphoric sun will dry the Fen
What do you think of Boris Johnson ?
Well at least he is a Christian
He does not waste money on haircuts
He is not using contraception
Well not at home,so far.
He is popular with women.
He kindly married a couple
What!
Separately.
The sky is pale gold so the tree looks black
The dark deep of the night will not come back
A single bird flies past intent and pure
Long may city creatures love,endure
My wife is unfaithful
Oh dear
She sleeps with me to annoy her boyfriend
Do you mind?
Well I gave up minding
Should you get divorced?
A good idea.She can be even more unfaithful.
You have an unusual mind.
It’s not difficult if you marry the right kind of woman
The wrong type, one might say
I talke your point
Where to?
Don’t tell me you have schizophrenia as well
Is that a sin?
How many times have you toyed with her?
She seems hard to penetrate.
Choose, your wife or schizophrenia
Why such black and white thinking
Is she Chinese?
No but I am
The quiet and humble do their work
While we proud for rewards lurk
We think that being well behaved
Ensures that we in heaven will praise
Do we think God’s deceived
When every atom is perceived?
Humble like the little snail
Pray that true good will prevail
O
Disoriented, lost,the wild goose flew
Seeking for its mate which lately died.
As if it never saw ànd never knew
The mourning song of doves is not a lie
So birds and other creatures share our pain
Hoping that the lost will soon return
Yet this is final, none will come again.
Unless we day dream, till we lose our way
Believing our own fantasies, we pay
And so our heart will freeze or it will burn.
The purple mauve of morning fades away
The sky is soft pale blue,the sun is high
My light reflected in the melting dark
Looked like sunshine soft yet strangely stark
Then the light went out and I felt dim.
I cannot see but that is not a sin
I drank more tea and mused upon my life
Good and evil, fighting in the light
Let Love be strong and further love incite
How my heart sings 