I gave my heart away

I gave my heart away to a false love
By his strange stories ,I had been beguiled.
He whispered such sweet music like a  dove.
He charmed me with his words and with his smiles.

I was a fool and so I paid the price
For I was hoping for real love  to come.
But now I know desire made me unwise
He needed power, his love was but a  sham.

We must beware when for such love we seek
We must see clearly or we’ll love a ghost.
We must not assent when we’re feeling weak.
For then mirages manifest the most.

Remember, too ,that love is called a game.
And do not answer when  they call your name

Illness is designed to slow us down

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Illness is a plot to slow us down

when God sees we are about to catch him up.
His face is covered by a thoughtful frown…
till he bestows with love the poisoned cup.

For speed is alien to the human soul
we have to live as slowly as hearts beat.
If rushing on we may miss our life’s goal.
Running down some long and rain-filled street.

Step by step across the dangerous flood
On stones placed there by patient long gone men.
With care,perception guides us to the good
but haste leads often to a tiger’s den.

Beware impulsive speeding in your mind
For out of this come many acts unkind

Mijn ogen waren ingesteld op een andere wereld

 

De witte geranium was een verjaardagscadeau
Het bloeide uitbundig alle vorige zomer lang
Als de winter kwam, ik verborg het in de heg
Op hem en zijn geliefde leven te verlengen beschermen

In het voorjaar nam ik het uit om het ruimte te geven.
Reeds bloemen waren zichtbaar en groot
En zo leefde op mijn patio stappen
Ik hoopte dat veel knoppen snel zou ontstaan

Mijn ogen waren ingesteld op een andere wereld
Ik keek niet naar het voor zeven weken
Dezelfde grote bloemen waren nog er zijn op zoek grijs
Eindelijk, besefte ik mijn gedachten had geslapen

Ik raapte het op te trekken uit de pot
Het brak in tweeën; het was de mens gemaakt, oh dwaas!
Toch is voor een heel jaar, had het me bedrogen;
Alsof ik aanzag tin voor kostbare juwelen.

Oh, afwezige geest; oh wreed verwarde blik.
Oh, vrouw blind; hoe dwaas waren mijn dagen

I miei occhi sono stati fissati su di un altro mondo

 

Il geranio bianco era un regalo di compleanno
E ‘fiorito abbondantemente tutta la scorsa lunga estate
Quando venne l’inverno, ho nascosto nella siepe
Per proteggerlo e la sua prolungare la vita cara

In primavera l’ho tirato fuori per dargli spazio.
Già fiori erano visibili e grandi
E così è vissuto sulle mie passi patio
Speravo che molte gemme sarebbero presto emergere

I miei occhi sono stati fissati su di un altro mondo
Io non guardo per sette settimane
Le stesse grandi fiori erano ancora arrivati alla ricerca grigio
Alla fine, ho capito la mia mente stava dormendo

L’ho preso per tirarlo dalla pentola
Si è rotto a metà; si è fatto uomo, oh ingannare!
Eppure, per un intero anno, mi aveva ingannato;
Come se ho scambiato stagno per gioielli preziosi.

Oh, la mente assente; oh crudelmente confusa sguardo.
Oh, cieca, e come insensato sono stati i miei giorn

The limerick returns

My mother was given to fainting
Whenever I did any painting
So instead I  got writing
Quite out of her sighting
In case  any of my words should be tainting

My father was oblivious to all
After he had  his great fall
He died on a Sunday
Got buried on Monday
Since then we ain’t had any calls

My mother then got a grey cat
As she wept, it  would sit on her lap.
She asked the new curate
If he would baptise it
But he said :No, for   the cat is   too fat.

I studied the Old and the New
The Bible had nothing on view
Does God love  the thin more?
Are the fat such an eyesore?
I bit off the end of a pew.

Wood is quite hard to digest
And causes internal unrest.
But I had to express
My  fatal duress
Later,no doubt,I’d confess.

 

 

Stan recovers while Mary sinks

Stan was recovering slowly from his  surgery though his legs were still weak.He sat in the window with Emile on his lap looking at the darkening autumnal sky .
I’ll be glad when I get those new micro fibre cloths,he whispered to the kindly,handsome black cat.The windows are very dirty.I have slipped up in my duties
Well,don’t worry,miaowed Emile,I can see out which is the main thing.We can always ring 999 and get Dave to close the curtains or you must pull them at 7 pm.It’s getting dark earlier now.Emile is a real dictator .
Mary was upstairs unblocking the toilet,doing the finances and changing the sheets and various other chores she wished to finish off.
I’ll be glad when my operation is over,she thought .Stan will not relax till that is done,nor shall I either.I wonder how I will look with my nose carved up,she murmured.Will I have a big scar?Maybe I should take a few selfies to remember me as I am…On the other hand,maybe not a good idea.
Annie came in via the back door.. which was always unlocked in that ancient  British manner.
Anyone here? she shouted merrily.
No,shouted Stan. humorously
Two of us are here.
Don’t show off,Stan,she said,I know you are a clever man.I’ve come to see if you need any help over the weekend.,getting meals or killing mice and so on
I think we are more or less ready,he informed her quite petulantly.How about making us a nice hot cup of tea?
Alright,baby she murmured.I’ll do whatever you want…I mean it.Anything,
Stan said nothing but he wondered how far she would go to show her love for him…would she share a hot bath,for example.His thoughts ran on until he fell into a soft slumber on his leather recliner chair with matching footstool and head rest contrasting benignly with the white wool carpet
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Anne crept in and put a cup of tea by his side.She looked down affectionately at his noble nose and wondered if he had any Jewish blood…. she was not the first to wonder by a long stalk…maybe the York community of mediaeval Jews had contributed to his Norse genetic pool before they were exterminated in Clifford’s Tower so evilly
.That would be good if their genes had been passed on into Staan’s Richmond family.Stan was certainly brilliant and astute though not very practical.
Mary came down and opened her wi hi Pad…she saw a long email from her brother.
Hi Mary,Jane is very upset indeed that you did not  “Like ” her new avatar on CaseBook…everybody in the world will know now that you preferred her with her glasses on…I don’t know how she will ever get over it…She was crying all day and cursing all night,
Mary was very fond of her niece Jane but was unsure why not “liking” a photo was such a calamity..as the young folk are often out of their heads when they snap each other in nightclubs or other intriguingly dangerous places where Mary had not yet been
Her brother asked her not to let Jane know what he had told her..
That’s a pity,thought Mary.I could have said to delete my comment or to upload a new photograph.As Mary was very tired she could hardly think even elliptically.
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I need to act now, she said to herself, because after the op I might not be able to wear my glasses so I shan’t be able to read.Suddenly Mary got a strange paralysing pain in her neck and jaw running down to her chest or bosom
She sat down and sucked a GNT tablet…….
Well,this is no good,she decided….I am going to have a heart attack with all the cleaning and sheets and towels to wash.
After a while, she and Annie discussed it in the kitchen.
You know ,Mary,you should really have called an ambulance.Are you ok now?
Yes,said Mary,I think I did too much upstairs.Alas it was not the sort of thing she and Stan had done 30 years ago,
I wonder why your brother told you right now about Casebook.Has he no judgment or feelings?
It seems not, said Mary ruefully.I had no idea it was so evil to dislike a photograph..now Annie,my password is
ZebrasR567&$0477Ggpdd84666££££lionsteatime459.
My God ,said Annie.How do you remember it?
That’s what I wonder too,Mary responded warmly.
Delete my account at that website.I don’t want to find I have caused a narcissistic wound to any other young family members.One is too much.
But,don’t they see that “Like” means nothing unless one can also “Dislike”………
They don’t think,called Stan…I want you to have a rest Mary.. you need as much as you can get.. put the “holiday response” on the computer and come and sit by the fire with me.
Emile was writing notes of the conversation but could make neither head nor tail of it.
Were Stan and Mary who both were undergoing painful treatment and surgery so unimportant to these relatives?
They have no skills in evaluating events and their importance, he thought.If only Iris Murdoch were here instead of Dave our transsexual and amiable paramedic then we might have a philosophical discussion about feelings and values.Then again we could. have a nap instead,he told himself sharply.Resting is a very spiritual  activity.
He was mulling over some Jungian ideas about character types and lack of Feeling until he saw some pigeons outside and began to feel rather hungry…so he dropped his pen and ran out of the back door not remembering to shut it behind him,of course