They are cutting down the flowers with a scythe
They are taking love and all who may survive
Months of nurture tainted
Only just acquainted
Who will live and who will fail to thrive?

The flowers have lived, have seeded and have died
Another generation comes behind
Broken is the pattern
Bloody are the phantoms
Unspoken all the centuries of lies.

See the blind  men  preaching, absent eyes
The nomads are required  to cease their rides
The destruction of an era
The many years of terror
The paranoia flourished till love died.

 

There can be no sacrament of lies
Jesus lived, the Trinity has died.
On the cross, he hung,
While the masses sung.
The devil’s handing out six million cries.

My husband, a programmer in an arcane computer language (AS400 if you’re interested) was asked to give an example of one of something I’m good at. “She’s relatively computer literate” he said carefully. “Relatively.” Fine praise indeed. As a child I learned simple coding on a wobbly ZX81 which would randomly lose all its […]

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I wonder should I write a villanelle
Should I write a sonnet or  rondeau
Or how about a walk upon Snaefell?

They say only free verse will now sell
I could break the formal up if I am slow
I wonder should I write a villanelle

We don’t hear much today about the dell
And do eternal waters ever flow?
How about a walk upon Snaefell?

The curfew may sound once more the knell
And into bed, we lazy people go
I wonder would I   blight a villanelle?

 

My husband used to like a mackerel
The smoky taste gave him a  certain glow
He could not walk as he was over-full

Never go where politicians go
Do not let your depression grow and grow
I wonder should we write, not kiss,  and tell?
Or how about a walk through living hell?

I need to go back to the doctor
I’ve been looking ills up on the Net
I’ve got schizophrenia.
AIDS and anaemia
I am feeling a little depressed

If I read all the newsletters I signed for
I will find I have got more things wrong
I’ve got an ache in my bladder
I fell off the ladder
The hypochondria has got into both lungs

My bedroom is full of potatoes
As the kitchen has run out of space
Is this a disorder
Where is the border
Between creative ideas and disgrace?

The bathroom is covered in toothpaste
Why’s it so hard to remove?
My teeth still keep breaking
And my right hand is aching
I use  alcohol to get soothed

But the wine merchant rang up my doctor
He told him a drank to excess.
My credit card bounced
No money to advance
And they’ve stolen my email address.

I guess I could  eat baked potatoes
And fill myself up with baked beans
Money ain’t  everything
But it’s the next best thing
Heinz has been blessed by  the Queen

 

From the Daily Telegraph

A man was murdered while walking down the High Street.Police say it is his own fault  as he looked like Jimmy Saville.
A woman was raped behind the Post Office.Police said she is so attractive they blamed her for the attack.
A  man who was taking photos up women’s skirt was not punished.The judge said women should wear trousers  while  out of the house
A boy using a Windows phone was beaten up by a gang.The police say he should have known they only want iPhones and asked his Dad to get him one.He said they are living on Benefits and can’t afford one.The police blamed him for not being a coal miner anymore.
A man who put a cat into his washing  machine got a 5 year sentence for cruelty