People gossip and tell lies
Read the Sun and, unpaid, spy
As I drank the Precious Blood
I knew that Jesus understood
As I ate the Bread I knew
He has suffered  like I do
I am human,I am true
I hope that this applies to you
If you used your mind and heart
You would never dwell in  doubt
Don’t you have a happy life?
End the struggle,cease the strife

Christmas comes now and again
I lost  my new diary and my pen
Calendars are new for you
Cameras….how do you do.
Christmas is sad with no man

Who  used to bring me my tea
Share a tender kiss and love me?
It was not the milkman
Nor   any type superman
All I know is his name started G

https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2017/dec/18/poem-of-the-week-the-cool-web-by-robert-graves

 

The Cool Web

Children are dumb to say how hot the day is,
How hot the scent is of the summer rose,
How dreadful the black wastes of evening sky,
How dreadful the tall soldiers drumming by.

But we have speech, to chill the angry day,
And speech, to dull the rose’s cruel scent.
We spell away the overhanging night,
We spell away the soldiers and the fright.

There’s a cool web of language winds us in,
Retreat from too much joy or too much fear:
We grow sea-green at last and coldly die
In brininess and volubility.

But if we let our tongues lose self-possession,
Throwing off language and its watery clasp
Before our death, instead of when death comes,
Facing the wide glare of the children’s day,
Facing the rose, the dark sky and the drums,
We shall go mad no doubt and die that way.