Day: December 24, 2017

A few questions

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Are you sorry you lost your temper?
No,I am sorry it keeps coming back.
Are you amorous?
No,I am a moron
Are you sorry about your past
No,I am sorry about yours.
Are you sorry your swore?
Yes but I was under oath.
What is your New Year Resolution?
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What is high definition TV?
A talking  dictionary  with a screen
Who  created the Messiah?
I didn’t do  anything at all

Porcupine or seal

My lover went to Lapland as he found  me rather warm
You  porcupine, he shouted out, I prefer a seal
Are you sure.I questioned him, for I did not wish him harm
I have to get away from you, I  prefer my conger eel.

He set off in his motor car, the ferry was quite late
He  was a little angry then but soon he became calm
He got talking to a mermaid and  now she is his mate
She lives deep in the icy sea and he loves her frigid arms

I don’t know how you would feel, if after twenty years
Of being called a porcupine, when swaddled iin his arms
Your lover went  to the North Pole, and left you only tears
At least I can enjoy my bed without  his wild alarms

The melody is not the words but how they are combined
I  have lost all faith in men , unless their names form rhymes
I  know we have got clocks today but meter bends the time.
As dancing bends the space around the movers  rapt, sublime

Voluntarily

The sparrow chuckled in the Xmas tree
Cosy like a tea pot by the fire
He acted like an ornament for free

The golden  coins are of no use to me
Although  I  do admit I am a liar
The sparrow chuckles in the Xmas tree

That little bird is laughing without fee.
A living  bird is never  out for hire
He acts  just like an ornament, for free

Ancient decorations   beautify.
The bird  will wing, not linger on the wire
The sparrow chuckles in the green pine tree

I   send love  by blackbird’s  litany.
Will  golden ladybirds  become a choir
And act like  special ornaments for free?

The   lamb shall love the golden lion  entire
I kiss the falcon in its widening gyre
The sparrow shivers in the Xmas tree
He  softly sings love  voluntarily

 

 

My heart is singing like  the little birds in Dent

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I see the wild geraniums, smell that scent
I feel all nature is embodied there
My heart is singing like  the little birds in Dent

Into a mountain stream my lover went
The sheep then gathered for a wondering stare
I see the wild geraniums, smell that scent

When Easter comes,we heed the death of Lent
Soon leaves will cover hard ground winter bare
My heart is singing like  the little birds in Dent

The limestone in the hills  where walkers wend
Attracts me to the pavements  flowered fair
I see the wild geraniums, smell that scent

From Alston down to Ullswater descend
The image of the  tyrant mountains stares
My heart is singing like  the little birds in Dent

 

How may we come to live as if we are
Kin to  flowers, no  longer conquerors?
I feel the wild geraniums, visceral scent
My heart is  happy like  the little birds in Dent

 

 

Limestone crags and pavements with wild flowers

Limestone crags and pavements with wild flowers
My happiness was like their shape and form
West coast sun and West Wind Easter showers

Rambling on past broken Norman towers
Rams arrested us by curly horns
Limestone crags and pavements with wild flowers

Seems now I  have wasted many hours
In libraries,in eagerness to learn
No West coast sun nor West Wind fragrant showers

Ingleborough, Dent , oh,down rain pours
Non-human universe, its love so stern
Limestone crags their pavements with wild flowers

Here there dwells a love Northern and pure
To which I’d give my eye teeth to return
West coast sun and West Wind softest showers

As children in our play we  ignorant learn
Always sensing which  way we  may turn
On limestone crags and pavements with wild flowers
In West coast sun and  loving Irish showers

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Where wilder creatures

A blue grey sky behind the willow tree
Almost dusk,it’s neither night nor day
Bare branches wave in timeless ecstasy

From high above, a forest is a sea
Where wilder creatures in their strange haunts play
Such dark grey sky behind the willow tree

Seems like nature’s making a strong plea
We’re joined as one yet separate in our ways
Bare branches show  their timeless ecstasy

I wish  to  see like a  wild falcon sees
I wish to pray like ancient saints might pray
To gods who dance within a shuddering tree

O exchange places with a lively bee
With nectar, pollen, golden dust to lay.
Bare branches share  their timeless ecstasy

I saw the sea from cliffs above Lyme Bay
I saw the lights from far,so far away
A blue grey sky delights the willow tree
Bare branches rave in holy ecstasy