Compulsive Flirting Disorder Symphony
Theresa May Losing Certain Election Imitation Syndrome for Triangle and Drum
Underflirting  and/or under talking Syndrome  Quarte for piano and oboe
Underwired Bra Accident Disorder a new play by Miguel Strain
Shapewear  Excessive Itch  Disorder: latest writings of the nouveau cliches
Side Zip Trouser Stress Incontinence and its effect on schizophrenic cats
Lack of Public Conveniences Obsessive Anxiety Syndrome set to be played on  a harp
Side Zip  Trouser Lumbago Dances
Fear of Wearing Skirts Syndrome:Ballet Trouseau
Fear of Knicker Elastic Phobia and Rondeau in G minor
Fear of Wire coming out of Bra in Public : Concerto for three wire strung violas and  gutted cello by Lady Katepotatos Ph.D [Clotsford and Anchorage]

 

I felt distressed because I wanted to listen to Mozart’s Requiem.I put it on and suddenly Theresa May’s voice began talking loudly.How much money are they wasting on this? Then they have one mocking Jeremy Corbyn.Well, it has made me like him more!

I do have a camera but often I use my phone.Now it seems the lens is damaged.It gives a blurred effect.I found it quite interesting that I could make some  images quite different from the usual ones.I already put one here on a post.These are all made from the same photograph.I find them quite moving as if I am in another dimension

Life and danger live through these quicksands
We cross them with excitement and unease
Drawn there by the warmth of loving hands

Across the bay, there are the mountain lands
Where dwell  the  sheep who roam as they may please
Life and danger live  through these quicksands

Astute the eye ,we look for what’s beyond
The rocks so  pressured by the winter freeze
Drawn  there by the  pleasure of love’s hand

Nothing either weather or seasons
Protects us from the storm, the strange disease
Life and danger live on these quicksands

Humans live beyond sense or reason
Imagination  fluid  yet will not freeze
Drawn  there by  the thought of children’s’ hands

Some stay inland and cultivate the bees
Others want to cross  untrusted seas
Life and danger live over  quicksands
Men drawn there by the hope of better lands

The sparrows sing as if to draw me to
The present moment’s gravity and grace
Our contemplation of life’s nature new

What  other attitude is worthwhile now
That I no longer see your loving face?
The sparrows sing as if to greet me too

Eden is still here, we miss the clues
We miss the  ardent touch,  the lost embrace
Our contemplation of the world renews

On my face, the tears are jeweled dew
In my body, I feel held, enclosed
The sparrows sing as if to greet me too

Now the blackbird sings as if on cue
Inside my swollen heart, I feel its grace
Contemplation of  life’s nature new

I saw your soul in your transparent face.
And crisscrossed lines from struggle left their trace
The sparrows sing as if to draw us to
The contemplation of the  wildness true,