In the land which dreams dwell in

where  creation,love and life begin;

where swiftly the deep rivers flow

from those lost lands of long ago.

I wander through wild poppy fields

Underfoot the dark earth yields….

I see the flowering fruit trees start

Their blossoms gather round my heart…

I hear the sparrows sing with joy

And bees their busy wings employ.

In those lost lands I saw your face

And so I longed for your embrace.

Earth to earth and ash to ash

Glory,pride and boasting pass.

Stay awhile,my dearest one

Soon I too will be called on.

Nothing lasts but truth is real

Keep to that and your ideals..

Earth to earth, we rest in clay

We must give all self away

Softly on this earth I roam

Seeking yet my love and home,

for until the very end

Love and kindnss may descend.

Soft as wings of butterflies

Tears well up and wet my eyes.

My heart has melted into yours

Thus we grow and die like flowers

Grass and daisies have no   spikes or thorns

So we can run barefoot across the  lawns.

So why do roses hurt  our hands forlorn

When sheep don’t hurt the shepherd as they’re shorn?

We could cut down the roses in our rage.

Their   own aggression might bring down their death.

Yet beauty in their form does love engage.

So we ignore their useless,painful wrath.

Recklessly we love a spiky friend.

Enchanted by their learning or their face

But wounds unneeded bring this to an end.

Patience thins ,we sever  this embrace.

Roses have a beauty that beguiles.

Yet do they need to harm us with their wiles?

Kindness,comfort,solace,arms held wide.

A tender hand that s gently strokes the  hair.

The Lord no longer with us does abide.

And leaves us to caress our own despair.

Independent,solo,  a real self

Can one be real without the hands of friends?

What is missing from our national health?

Who’ is with us ,who  does condescend?

Was said one time by a great  poet Donne

When another dies, it’s we who’re gone.

Seems long ago, God lost his only Son..

In suffering it made us all to one.

We cannot grow  in isolation cold.

Take my hand and we shall always hold

The rose’s thorns are visible to all

The holly trees  can’t hide their prickly leaves

But what of us who   conceal our barbwired walls

And with a pleasant charm can then deceive?

You’re cut,you bleed, they say the fault’s not theirs.

And if you fall ,they leave you on the ground.

For they deny their weapons  and  their lures,.

Your agony,your cries and  screams resound;

So lions and tigers are less cruel than man

They can’t conceal their  claws and flashing teeth

To avoid them seems a wise and human plan

Their appetite’s not blunted by a leaf..

Thus a   savage beast is kinder than a man.

Who caresses  long  before he  points the gun

Today,a picture post card  came here

from your sister

And you won’t see it.

I had  my hair restyled

And you won’t see it.

I bought a new kitchen bin with a green lid

And it opens when  one presses a button

And you won’t see it.

The manager in the coffee shop was sorry

to heat that

you have died

He gave me a free drink

and said to go in if I feel down or lost.

He said he liked you but you looked weak in the spring

And I can’t tell you.

I’ve had some roasted potatoes tonight.

You would have liked the

Mr Patel called and put his hand  on my shoulder.

He said to call  them any  time day or night if I am  in need

You did know that he came with food in the winter.

I look very pale now as my haemoglobin is  only half of the normal level

I am glad you don’t know about that.

i had blood tests yesterday,so maybe I’ll get more treatment soon.

I’m  happy you don’t know and also you’d miss my rosy cheeks.

I saw Alfred down the road mewing outside number 99 yesterday

it’sand today he came here and had some milk

so he’s not a stray cat and I can’t keep him.

you’d be disappointed for me…

I mended the headboard on the bed.

I have bought a new armchair which is bright red

andi  does not match anything else

And you would not like it.Probably..

Neither do I but I can’t wait any more.

I have got some new shoes too.

What a surprise!!

I still have your ashes at home.

I don’t suppose you know that.

But I know

I know.

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It sounds very good and must be one of the oldest instruments I think

Dr Adams was a very kind man

He never fried sprats when they were  soaked in jam

He apologised to the loaf when he cut the bread

And he wept many tears when his ants were found dead..

He was enamoured of spiders because he liked their webs

And even let them build one between his middle ribs.

He loved his wife and allowed  her to be free

So she met a jolly sailor and they went out to sea.

Suddenly he realised,  altruism’s bad

Unless it’s given to  those who really are quite sad.

So he  made a resolution to be a bit more stern

And gave up putting dinner out for   the  earthworms.

He met a kind fair lady and he began to hope

She would marry him and raise some antelopes.

He said she must be free but not quite totally;

Loving other men was not  permitted,you see?

Some  folk can live with a marriage and affairs

Some men even  keep many concubines and  bears.

But he and his new lady decided to be chaste

As loving any other folk was a sorry waste..

They had many off spring of whom I am one

I look like the  pussy cat when all is said and done..

And I like  being groomed and sitting on folks’ knees

Think whate’er you like but it’s fun running up trees.

My father was black and my mother is white

So I am rather grey ,except in a good light.

I have many patches in different shades of grey

I only wish my whiskers didn’t look like hay.

I am hoping to marry when the corn and barley’s ripe

Oh,what fun we’ll have in the middle of the night.

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Doctor,doctor, it’s my bunions.

Why,what’s wrong with your bunions?

I don’t like that they rhyme with onions

Try boiling them  not rhyming with them

What ,boiling my poems?What would I put on my blog?

I am getting irritated now.

Did you know it’s a symptom of pernicious anaemia,sometimes?

Been on wikipedia again,have we.

I know more than you,doctor.

Is knowing it any help.?

Well it might increase one’s tolerance of other’s moods.

That is the rub.How do you know when a mood is caused by a bodily  malfunction or by some emotional upset ?

I think it exaggerates what is there  naturally to an intolerable level so we begin to go mad.

And if you were mad already would it make you go normal?

Of course not.It would make you even madder.

Well,anyway I have to go  now.

So do I.It’s those prunes.

Do they have  iron in them?

Only if you press them.

So about bunions…did Mussolini have them?

Why?

I just wondered.

It’s wondering that causes all your problems.

Well it gives me an  interest.

I wonder why we all want an interest..

Now you are doing it as well

it must be catching.

Cheerio then.I’m going to the bathroom

Aren’t we all?

I don’t understand you.

Me neither.

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Now therapy usurps the place of faith

And into our own minds we’re told to delve

Whatever we now think , we have to say it

In that way Freud thinks we find a  truer self.

The therapist is like a looking glass

They   just reflect whatever we have bared.

But if we look to long,it comes to pass

That Satan and his devils are prepared.

They may enchant us  into false self love

To value pride  and then deceive  our souls;

Yet  to  humble people comes the  holy dove

And self forgetting is what makes us whole.

Confused,alarmed and  reckless with  despair

Look out, not in,  and find salvation  there

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Please leave the Church when the bull springs.

Please keep off the yawns till done

Please sleep in your own ruins tonight

Please deceive the women mindfully/

No men followed her dogs sailing

Men must  lift their  gnats as a sign of universal politeness

Please do not lust after sinning.

Please always leave the seat up so the cat can wee by itself.

Please swish your hands after using the glue.

Please develop a sense of amendment.

Please stup making ale those typos and be snore loke me.. perfect ,all boast/.

Does still power really not exist?

We all need a tortoise for  our life.

Life’s unworthy of our evil plays

My New Year Resolution  has resolved,revolved, and dissolved.

No sex until you join the union.

You must pass a beast before driving in the UK

The Government seem cleverly confused over child poverty

Do men love hugging women?

Free blank cheques for billionaires given out daily.

I just can’t scalp it.

Do you leak any languages  properly?

Protect your mattress,Sleep on the door.

Why not hang yourself tonight?

She kept men in the wardrobe and clothes on the floor.

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Some men are absent from their  heart and flesh

They  inhabit not their  feelings nor their breast

To dine with them is   never  what we wish

I’d rather eat with  genuine holy ghosts.

if we fail to enter into being;

With accident and trauma felt too soon

Or. with a mother tortured and unseeing,

We linger sadly, helpless as her moon.

Is it possible to come home to ourselves

When failure marked our earliest attempts?

Will   love spontaneous ever us dissolve?

When often forced back by our own dissent?

Will night’s darkness  be  more than a  death shroud

Covering  with its cloak the   selfish crowd?

As altruistic as a hunting wolf

As kind and caring as a starving rat.

Some he traps with words and some by stealth;

And some he gains by psychic aegrotat

his needs are great ,and stubbornly he looks

for women who might fill his vacant heart

Yet love comes down by grace and not by will

His lovers  be bohemian  yet smart.

He searches endlessly without much trust.

Unsure if he will recognise a mate

Into torment   former  loves are tossed

Ambivalent,uncertain,how to wait?

We cannot live by will without desire

For  old flames turn into a hellish fire.

..

Can  kindness be an enemy  to love

When criticisms wither before birth.

And fit can be too close,like hand in glove

As criticisms withheld have little worth.

For kindness may be cowardly at times

we do not wish to risk a sudden breach.

We hesitate to read between  the lines

Despite that context has so much to teach.

The so called virtues may at times be vice

Evasions of the need to be more plain

We cling to self deception as for life.

We err because we fear   our bitter pains.

Love and truth may never be fast friends

For each one differs in its fragile ends

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