Day: April 30, 2015

Himmler film on BBC

There was a film on TV this week made in Germany about Himmler.It was only 1 hour but it affected me profoundly..probably not a great idea this week but His Majesty wanted it [ the day before I had to carry him to the doctor’s]
The worst moments for me were
fire
1 Seeing a Synagogue on fire with flames bursting through the roof.
I am no longer a Christian in the traditional sense but I do know that Jesus would have prayed in a Synagogue and to me destroying them and killing millions of Jews trying to wipe them out is also an attack in Christianity and on God [ whatever that may mean to each of us.]
2 Seeing the first people/soldiers enter Auschwitz and finding the dead and the living sitting thin as skeletons, and not moving,
Industrialised genocide on the ancient people who gave us the Ten Commandments…..
Is that why they were killed? Because they heard God speak and they could write their stories when we were very far from that level of civilisation.Even now the image that burning Synagogue haunts me.I saw in this film how the Nazis defined Jews as sub human which is the opposite
of what they are as ironically they seem to be of above average intelligence if we look at Nobel prizes and other measures of genius.
We will not be watching Adolf Hitler tonight… because of our health.I would like to see it but have to keep going….can’t collapse right now.
I know it’s the 70th anniversary of the end of that war and Europe is not in good shape now,not to mention the Middle East.
If only they had had no oil how much better their lives would have been as we went there and are still there for that.

My sister

Trying to keep a hold of you;
trying to keep a hold of you.
Don’t go,
Don’t go.
I’ll not let you fall down that gap.
I’ll always try to pull you back-
Little sister.

You slipped so far away from us.
You slipped because you knew you could.
You saw a gap and fell right down.
You were serious,my little clown.
Come back now.
Come back now.
My baby.

I sang all those songs for you,
But I needed our mother too.
A mother too.
If only I’d been stronger…
Stronger,stronger..
Would you have stayed here longer?
Longer,longer.
Little sister.

As you rocked in your little chair,
the demons of the past were there.
Your blue eyes shone,
Then you were gone.
My sister.

I saw you in a long blue gown,
With a golden halo all wrapped round.
You smiled and said you didn’t know
That I had really loved you so.
You were sorry you had to leave like that,
And would I kindly feed your cat.
My sister.

When I woke up,the dream was gone;
But life and work must still go on.
If only I’d been grown and strong,
On this earth you’d still belong.
Little sister.

I sang the song that you once sang,
But felt my tears made it go wrong.
Once you smiled and laughed with me.
Life was not all black,I see.

Sisters,sisters three.
Now it’s two,just you and me.
But when we meet,a shadow’s there-
I see a flash of her dark hair,
Our sister,sister,sister.
A gap remains for grief to fill
and on we mourn till hearts are still.
One day we’ll die too
And perhaps then we’ll be with you.
Little sister.
My sister.

Our Father

Our Father,Stars in Heaven,
Spell out thy Great Name.
Thy wisdom comes
And Angels’ sums
Add up our human pain.
Thy love is felt,
Though we live in doubt
About the human game.
Give us delay
On bankers pay,
And forgive us our lackluster efforts
As we forgive those who lack humanity with us,
And guide us into a Demonstration
To make plain to the Nation
The evil done to the Poor,
The Disabled,the Mentally Ill,
And their Carers.
For Thine is the Trial
At the Hour of the Bible Story
We hope but are nervous.Amen

Never no more

Got heart trouble?
Feeling down?
Ring the BHF
And you’ll feel positively suicidal!

Still here?
Forgotten how to use your angna spray?
Need a little help?
Ring the BHF
They’ll give you a kick up the bum

Like nurses?
Want to talk to one?
Ring the BHF Helpline
And you’ll never want to talk to a cardiac nurse gain!

Does God live there any more?

Come here,Mary,come here quick,
‘Cos your Daddy’s really sick.
Run as fast as fast, you can,
Get the priest, get Father Dan.
Run,run went my eight year old feet,
Down the lane and up the street
I ran right up to Father’s door,
[Does God live there any more?]
“Come please,Mam said Daddy’s ill”
“Oh”,said Father,”that I will.”
Revving up his motor bike
With The Sacrament beside.
He lifted me up onto the back
And roared off up the church side track
It was the best thrill of my life…………
If only Daddy had not died.

Life struck twice

Millicent thought life should be fair.
So to suffering she laid herself bare.
When evil struck twice
She developed such vice.
She swore and she cursed without fear.

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Life is not a boardgame for kids.
We have boxes without any lids.
Pandora’s was one
From which evil has come.
Life’s a gamble whatever the odds.

God’s not controlled by our prayers.
Earthly love cannot be without fear.
Prayer gives us courage
And limits the damage
Acceptance saves us from hot tears.

Your blue eyes

Those dragonflies
Your blue eyes
Lawns with daisies
Poetic phrases
Sparrows cheeps
No mobile bleeps .
Foxes eyes
Scrutinize.
Let me be.
Don’t squash me
BBC
Poetry
Earl grey tea.
Rabbits run.
Let’s have fun,
Knitted hats.
Tabby cats
Hot coal fires.
Deep quagmires
Lambs and sheep,
Lover’s leap.
Windermere
Glass of beer.
Sun on hills
Watermills

The Sunday Salon: Some Tame Gazelle

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Some tame gazelle, or some gentle dove:

Something to love, oh, something to love.

~Thomas Haynes Bayly

Ah, something to love. That is indeed a major focus in Barbara Pym’s delightful novel, Some Tame Gazelle, in which we find a small clutch of English matrons looking for someone on whom to bestow their ardor. For Harriet Bede, it’s the village curate of the day, the hapless young man who has been assigned to their parish and by default becomes the objet du jour of Harriet’s affection. In today’s parlance, she would be called a cougar for the merciless way she flirts with the young men. But in the confines of the 1950’s when this novel is set, there’s something rather sweet about it- even though Harriet keeps refusing the marriage proposals of the ever so proper Count Bianco, who would be a perfect match.

And then there is Harriet’s…

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