- A catechism for liars
The Jerusalem rivals.
She reduced them to idols.
A catechism for tryers
A cataclysm of tyres.
A catachumen of squires - Bare crones were all they had
Barely alone in bed
Rare phones on my iPad keep calling me mother - He was bare-faced and hairless
She found him on the bypass - Barge Inn .No canoes allowed.No canoodling by order.
- Parking is sad when alone.Rent a companion tonight.
- Parking up the wrong tree again?
- A worn miner deified her.Queen of the Coke
- Heroine of briefs.Always worn out.
Heroism is wreathed
Heroin is the theif - Casket Vase: keep your loved on on the sideboard
- Brass passwords are next.Pass.
- He sat on her eyelid all night.
She batted his sighs back
Drat, the diarrhea’s underground - Baited to death
Waiting for breath.
Say it,he’s left
Day: November 4, 2016
Dreams, my wordless thoughts.
I have filled my mind with dreams and thoughts
I have drawn conclusions that seem real
What’s of value’s not by effort bought.
As Ted Hughes said, his fishing was the sport
Which brought both meditation and a meal.
I have studied minds and dreams and thoughts
You see ,like that, new images are caught.
In silence and in noticing the feel
What’s of value’s not by effort bought.
What we find may not be what we sought
At first ,it may not show its wise appeal
I have found a mind by dreams and thoughts
In the night the images take flight.
God’s lioness destroys what is congealed
What’s of value’s not by effort wrought.
Like a butterfly, a flowering dart
Of love and beauty which was once concealed
I have found my mind by dreams, my wordless thoughts.
What’s of value’s not by effort bought.
Born a poet
In the company of beasts
I am trying to write a pantoum.The cursor keep jumping so if I disappear I shall be with that…
Another winter, come so soon has shown
That I survive despite the sharpest pain
Such solitude as this I’ve rarely known
And yet I’m here and so I shall remain
That I survive accompanied by pain
By grief and anguish sharp as knife to heart
And yet I’m here and here I shall remain
This flickering candle’s light will not blow out
By grief and anguish sharp as knife to heart
I suffer in the company of beasts
The flickering candle’s light survives my doubt
Late after Nazareth, came the Holy Feast.
Life is only known when we can live
In solitude as that I ’ve grown to love
As tranquil consolations, it shall give
Despite fierce winter,comes the holy dove
Despite fierce winters, we believe ,we love.
Some lovely villanelles
And scarlet cheeks now decorate my face
When shame has fallen on me like a curse
And scarlet cheeks now decorate my face;
Are manners failures and not evil worse
So cast a person out from their right place?
To disappear from here is all I wish
To hide myself beneath a beggar’s cloak.
To eat soup from a convent’s dish.
As in my own familial haunts they joke.
Guilt can be expiated and redeemed
But shame destroys the deepest source of self.
What helpful measures may now intervene,
Cover my shied face, restore with health?
Is it only I who see my plight?
Imagined laughter hides me from daylight.