Day: January 12, 2018

Captivating by their quantum grace

Captivated by a furious grace
Her glaring eyes, her lips so red undrawn
She  brought us donuts, jam and  sugar spiced

In our life there is a Bohring race
Those who win,  all  need  our wanton charm
Captivating by their trapped cat’s grace

If you’re caught, enjoy  watching their face
Will hugging other folk cause deadly harm?
We like alluring men to Hilbert space

I cooked a chicken  yet forgot the mace
The cats all danced like neutrons unalarmed
Captivating by their quantum grace

Nutmeg is a spice and  is  light faced
After eating,   let waves have their qualms
We like admitting  them to Banach space

If ,in some deadly place, you feel withdrawn
Take heed and slide down tangents when it’s morn
Calculate,   then intimate this thrice
The world   thinks  I am now   both good and wise

 

Engage, the meaning

 

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Do not hesitate to give love free.

We won’t know if we’re saved until the end
So don’t bite nurses who’re  in  A and E
This thought  will send us sinners round the bend

Anxiously, with saints we try to blend
Never criticise  the NHS nor tea
We won’t know if we’re saved until the end

Be polite and kind to all your friends
Do not hesitate to give  love free.
This thought  will send us sinners round the bend

What we’ve broken someone else may mend
If you argue. do some days agree
We won’t know if we’re saved until the end

 

From  the heavens thunderclouds descend
If it’s God, tell him I’ve made a plea
This   will send most sinners round the bend

I hear  my name   called on the BBC
Is it  someone other  who’s not me?
We won’t know if we’re saved until the end
Trust in God and  he will understand

 

But virtue’s safer as it has no tar

Virtue is a habit like cigars
Like cream cakes and like coffee strong and sweet
But virtue’s safer as it has no tar

One might not search for virtue in a bar
Nor look for virgins in a dark lone street
Virtue is a habit like cigars

One does not act with virtue for a dare
Instead we hide our virtue,we’re discreet
Say, virtue’s safer as it has no tar

 

I have got much virtue I can share
And I have suffered scruples when I speak
Virtue is a habit like cigars

Indeed I have much virtue.don’t know where!
I am obsessive lest some from me leaks
But virtue’s safer as it has no tar

I am mild and  yet I am no sheep
I admire the lamb that upward leaps
Virtue is a nuisance like catarrh
Let’s   be wicked ,oh,my Lord, we are!

Some wondered in which Bank the Saviour saved

I spent my adult life in puzzles mazed
No more to play in parks  or climb green hills
Wondering was it true that Jesus saves.

On green hills,  the Herdwick sheep would graze
While in the town, the people swallowed pills
I spent my adult life in puzzles mazed

On the sunny side,old people  prayed
For pensions were too small to pay the bills;
Some wondered in which Bank the Saviour saved

I may have been  obsessive in my ways
Keeping my accounts was quite a drill
I spent my entire life in puzzles mazed

How many  mortal sins.such thoughts would  prey
Of self torture,I have had my fill
Wondering is it true that Jesus saves

Jerusalem upon its rocky hill
Cannot show but maybe it can tell
I spent my adult life in puzzles mazed
Wondering if it’s true that Jesus saves.

 

You’ll get eczema there as well

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Forgot to wash your dirty hair today
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Why not buy a tube of our cortisone cream today?
It cures stuff like red nettle rash and   makes us all feel gay

Heavy menstruation gives the government much  tax
Take the pill right now and then you won’t need  those tampax

Home office?

Short of  needed space to store your  paper stacks
Glue them to the ceiling with pre-owned, slugs and ducks

Running out of printer ink is an evil sin
Sign up with your provider here and meet your evil twin

Empty your inbox, forward all your mail
We can  let you hire  more than a thousand learned snails

OLDER PESTS? Press here. HERE

COLDER PESTS? Emigrate to the Middle East  where war and the temperature keep hotting up

By all its fruits

 

My microphone disturbed the one I loved
So I had never used it till he left
And now he is in heaven, so high above
My voice will not annoy nor be a pest

In fact, my husband died 2 years ago
I know I’ve been adapting to my fate
But even in the depths of Winter snow
I know what many other losers know

That the one you love has gone and can’t return
That all your secret words are now unshared
And though your heart with agony shall burn
You will not let the neighbours hear one word

The memories, the cowslips by the stream,
The beach at Southwold, and the harbour call
Beyond the happiness of love and all her schemes
You live alone behind a ten foot wall

That love is good, few people will dispute
Let love be judged by nothing but its fruits