My sympathetic
Nervous system is on hold.
I shall sleep now.
Sometimes I feel fired
The parasympathetic
Can’t switch itself off.
A good cup of tea
Can restore British people.
Drink one now with me
Then take to your bed.
Fall asleep or go daydream!
Soon you feel better.
Rest is neglected.
Better to do nothing or
Stare at a big tree. .
Flowers delight me.
Anemones are the best.
Such colour and joy.
Give up fight or flight.
Just write a funny poem.
You will enjoy tha
When first I saw your soulful face,
Then wished I most to you embrace.
I wished as well to clothe you in
The sacred images within.
To find a home for love without;
To fold my dreams all round about
Your loving body and your face
Were covered in such joy and grace.
But now my dreams are cast aside
The world of meaning denied life.
What seemed most precious now is fled…
And I lie sleepless in my bed.
What is the world when unadorned
With all that in my heart I’ve formed?
There is no meaning I can trace,
As in a mother’s empty face.
On these grey rocks my path is hard.
From paradise, my soul is barred;
To struggle or to grief succumb
When this dark day of mourning’s done?
Into His dazzling darkness dart
My dreams and love like dying sparks.
Into His Mystery so fair
I’ll cast both hope and my despair.
Thus my dreams will be transformed
To show themselves in other forms.
What feels a loss may foretell growth.
On my hope,I’ll take an oath:
That nothing in my life is waste,
That I have not for phantasms chased.
And you are human,as am I.
Let’s live once more until we die
The hailstones pounded the window as violently,as if they had minds bent on killing;soldiers in rows and ranks rushing onwards; as each fell another and another took its place. Cold and mathematical they had a simple precise force and geometry. Into this warlike scene,floated two white butterflies Crossing and recrossing the spaces between the hail they followed a random path;now together.now apart Their unplanned,loving dance leads to mating, procreation and a future while the hailstones can only die. Seems sometimes fragile freedom is more productive than the fierce mechanical modern world can imagine. I see the butterflies now like startled flowers hunting for the sun
My cat went a roaming to find a new home.
Sing kitty,sing katty,sing Oh!
This cat was so clever he had his own comb.
Look up,now look down,stone the crows!
He went into the neighbours’ and drank all their milk.
Sing,fridge raiding kitties.No,No!
Then he laid himself down on a piece of fine silk.
Sing,what the dickens,my lovely pillow!
He went to the butcher and ate all the steak.
Sing greedy,he’s ruined my flow.
Then he went to the hairdresser for a shampoo.
Where else can a puttitat go?
He had got no money,no cards and no cheques…
Sing,cheater,sing creature,sing woe.
She sent for a Copper who paid the cat’s bill.
And so my puss came out all aglow.
Now my cat was glossy and plump and refreshed.
Sing:fancy,it all goes to show.
So he came home and said then ” this place is best.”
And he picked up his cello and bow.
He scraped some Sibelius and a sonata of Grieg.
Sing: Northern lights can always glow.
But,he looked so self satisfied,I felt annoyed….
One should not let one’s narcissism show.
But he is so handsome,I’m glad he came home.
Sing,grateful,sing katefull,sing Ho!
And I hope he will never again want to roam.
Sing glory.sing story;Sing So.
In that silence, I heard sparrows chirping
In the still green hedge.
I saw the lake and your reflection
And my reflection.;
and did the sparrows see
as the sun shone slantside
over the steeply falling bank?
Dd they see this natural mirror?
And my mind’s mirror
gave me new reflections
in the reverie
Of the dreaming evening,
As I slid slowly down
Into soft slumber;
Trusting the life within,
Trusting you;
Trusting myself;
and in my reflections
I see you too,
smiling in welcome;
smiling the beautiful smile,the true smile of love itself.
The embrace of the dreaming world
comforts
and holds us
as we breathe gently
in the sweet air
of love.
How my heart sings 