No-one ever told me grief was fear
Or did they speak but I refused to hear?
Like cancer, blindness,  suicide and hate
The words  describe the folk of foreign states.

Vigilant and wary as we weep
We feel the loss of God and then our sleep
The world  no longer has a solid  floor
The foot is hesitant, the head is more.

The rudeness of  old friends can hurt like knives
They rush to tell you, you are no-one’s wife.
Though we know we  must meet God alone
The status of our soul is overthrown.

And yet we  see new visions and new ways
Lying with the worms , as beetles gaze

The  tempest  loud is blowing
Soon it will be snowing
The birthday cards are late
One  my lover ate
We need some postal order in this land
The government is lacking
The thin ice it´s  a cracking
Amber Rudd is   weeping
The harvest  she is reaping
I have my own camcorder in my hand
They say the weather´ś odder
We are the  old gods fodder
Flu is running rings
The fat lady has rung
We need a wall and border  by the band

The  good thing is that a child of immigrants from Pakistan  is Home Secretary.Apart from that the actions of ~Amber  Rudd and T.May are despicable.
And in May the Royal Family will welcome a  mixed race wife for Prince Harry.After his wild youth he now seems to have a capacity for  helping others  in particular by revealing his own mental suffering when Diana died and after.Whether you think we should have Royals or not,I am looking forward to the drama and  pleasure of good news

As teeth have roots  I wish  most they  had flowers
And leaves of  green and little humming bees
I’d sit and see your smile for  hours and hours

Sharp teeth made for biting and for chewing
Predators  are made to kill,not please
As teeth have roots I want them to have flowers

Which is stronger,love or  total power?
A few men enforce sex like they’re diseased
I’d love to see you smile for  hours and hours

Remember  how in Auschwitz they had showers
Poisoned so  no biting to displease
As  Jews  walked to  grim death ,they had no flowers

As they walked they prayed, their Faith endured
The mystery like to Job’s will never cease
The queue went on  for   more than days or hours

 

The God that made the tiger and the bees
The God  who sent his Son to bring us peace
The God who made  the wild flower and newt
Oh God , you suffered under Hitler’s  boot

 

https://blogs.psychcentral.com/gentle-self/2016/01/donald-trumps-unenlightened-embrace-of-anger-or-how-to-deal-with-rage-productively/

 

“So rather than helping us to accept the losses we have to endure, and find solutions to the problems that really can be fixed, our presidential candidates – first and foremost Donald Trump – choose to keep us stuck in a spiral of hatred, blame and anger.

It is the most unenlightened way to deal – or rather not deal with the challenges we are facing.

Of course, there is also righteous anger. When injustice is being done, and all reasoning falls on deaf ears. Righteous anger has a place in the public discourse in order to draw attention to what is wrong. Once attention is gained, the only way forward is to let go of destructive emotions and come up with solutions.

We have yet to reach this point.”

 

Roasted Rudd with Earl Grey Flea and cabbage  [Amber Rudd]

Eggs in May on hay. With bread,butter and pot of tea.

Hot brains with a bed  of mashed cantatas

Pig’s tongue with raspberry horse { Sorry I’m a  Viking]

Curried legs with free hot Boris steamed and battered.

Pudding

Yoghurt with real glace cherries
Real maple syrup inside a baked nipple
Real milk pudding with real sugar.And Cream
Sherry rifle
Bed and buttered hugging.

Watercolour by Katherine.What a shock of shades and hues,
Can I pay with money?
Acrimony?

How much to Wexford?
It’s in the EU now.
So?
You need a Visa.

How much does it cost to Bath on the train?”
“If you can get your feet in the sink, then it’s free.”

How much to Manchester?
They have enough men already

Can I keep  my coffin on the train?
Not if you are dead.

Can I bury St Edmund?
At the station?

If you keep yawning, a fly might get into Yarmouth
Don’t worry there are plenty of flies there already.~

I hear of King’s Lynn a lot.
Those gossips are everywhere.

How about Hunstanton?
Sorry,I don’t like Huns.

How much to Bury?
Where exactly?

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The virtuous flower lives out its right design
It  envies none and does not wish for  more
Is faithful to its truth and love combined

 

No human sees its heart or draws the lines
Of grace and beauty, honour at its core
The virtuous flower lives out its right design

To its end, it’s patiently resigned
Fertilised by bees  with their taut care
Is faithful to its truth and love combined

But how should we live with our human signs
The ruminating thought, the anguish bare?
The virtuous flower lives out its true design

Jesus praised the lilies living wild
We must strip ourselves of heavy ware
Be faithful to our truth, our love refine.

Do not fear the tiger,loss ignore
Live   most fully till you are no more
The virtuous man lives out his right design
Is faithful to his truth, the world,his mind.

 

The barren fig tree,God has struck and killed
For procreation is his holy will
Those who fail will suffer all the more
When at the gate of heaven he slams the door.
While those with offspring  grow and pay no bill
Barren woman stand beside the till
Or see their innards ground up in the mill
God has struck
Yet is God cruel like Nature and its drill?
The predator  can prey  and eat his fill
The facts, so ominous, we may ignore
Yet  in a holy book, there is our score
Far away, too far is that green hill
God has struck.

Cats in Blythburgh,Suffolk 1995 by Katherine

Would you think having to take a  lot of medication would  be a big weight on your mind? I mean huge
I used to do,but now I have found by studying the literature that nearly everything I take can be taken at night,including mini aspirins and thyroxine. And for some reason I feel better when I wake up and only have to take one pill.
Some acquaintances grumble they have to take one pill a day.
Some moan about having to wear glasses.
I’d wear jugs if I could see a bit better.Even if I had a white stick I’d probably sit down for coffee next to someone who was moaning about  needing reading glasses
.Most people don’t seem to  pay attention  to the person they are talking to
The strange thing about losing a lot of vision is that it seems like a  mini version of dying.Because seeing is part of the identity  of most of us.Alas some are born with poor  or no vision.
When you can’t see  well it feels you have lost your actual self.You start to put your hands out to feel your way.You can’t  judge the depth of steps so you can’t walk naturally,you need a stick to measure and then care to put  your foot in the right place.
Your house has stuff on the floor because you walk into the coffee table or the desk and knock things off so much.
Yet, disorder  is the source of creativity but it might not be the sort you want ——-like having wild animals moving into the extension,trees growing in the corner of the room and blackberry bushes in the kitchen. Willow trees by the bed where I keep losing aspirins.That is Nature

So who needs a boyfriend?
Well, if they like picking up paper off the floor or  hoovering the corners of the rooms take them  in and love them.Because everyone is blind in bed.

 

https://blogs.psychcentral.com/nlp/2013/12/sibling-rivalry/

 

“Researchers involved in the study have found that sibling rivalry is often filled with psychological and physical aggression, which can traumatize children, leading to higher instances of depression, anxiety, and anger later in life.

In fact, sibling aggression may be more damaging than bullying.

The study was commissioned by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention and the Department of Justice Office of Juvenile Justice and Delinquency Prevention.

During the study, researchers found that 32 percent of the children who were surveyed suffered aggressive behavior from siblings that caused them distress and anxiety. According to the lead author of the study, Corinna Jenkins Tucker, this should be treated just as seriously as peer bullying.

According to clinical psychologist Dr. John Caffaro, sibling violence is the most common form of family violence, occurring far more frequently than parental or spousal abuse.

Some studies have estimated that nearly half of all children with siblings have suffered physical violence such as bites, kicks, and punches, while nearly 15 percent of those have been attacked repeatedly.

Even severe incidents are rarely reported because families dismiss them as horseplay.”

How about a broken finger?

Copyright P. Limbrey

I would be terrified but it must have been a thrill

https://www.independent.co.uk/environment/what-is-the-best-poem-about-the-british-countryside-2066110.html

“I have to declare an interest and say that my favourite poem about the British countryside, “Adlestrop” by Edward Thomas, lies outside the shortlist and the anthology; but what we present here, and what is in the book, show a wide range of styles from the classical formality of Alexander Pope to the sprung rhythm of Gerald Manley Hopkins, all of which essentially propose the same thing: that the natural world and rural life in Britain have a special claim upon our souls.

The Quiet Life

Happy the man whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breath his native air
In his own ground.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.

Blest who can unconcern’dly find
Hours, days and years slide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,

Sound sleep by night; study and ease,
Together mixt; sweet recreation;
And innocence, which most does please
With meditation.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die,
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.”

 

 

Whitby by Katherine

 Ruddy bell
Grubby dell
Flooded cell
Ducks cough
Rocks laugh
Luck enough
Pluck wrath
Muck rough
Mocked fluff
Suck off
Sick laugh
Quick enough
Wack stuff
Black stuff
Flecked cuff
Oh,ram it all.I’m going to the gods
You are a shallow pool.
I say, are you wavy?
I’m disused today

I’ve been trying to drop a hint  all day.Will I ever learn?
She hinted  so much, she told the old story
He kept nudging me  with th gun in his pocket
He winked before he died ;he had seen God,he  looked funny.
Hints mean different things to different vultures
I believe in being straight forward: Ducks cough
He vaguely  hinted at  marriage until I asked him what axioms he was deriving his notions from.Then he ran off with a nurse from China.Do you blame him? I don’t  as I find myself really irritating.
I did get married, mainly out of politeness\
He was very good at Chess.He even managed to teach me.I hate games
I think drafts is too easy, that sounds wrong.
Snakes and ladders, oh,my bladder

He dropped a clanger as he met the guests
He said he hated talking with no aim
Alas, he is the  local village  pest

His wife was in the oven,taking rest
Do not think that woman is to blame
He dropped a clanger as he met the guests

His wife rubbed oil of olbas on her chest
It’s not a perfume  but some men like to play
Married to  the erudite, God bless

 

Their son let off three bangers  he had kept
Then  a Catherine wheel   whirled with  no shame
Dad  felt his old anger at the guests

He built a false self  which was so adept
He won a prize for coolness and disdain
Before he was the  famous village  pest

He had voted that  the guests should all  remain
They could never leave nor give him pain
He dropped a clanger from  his mind distressed
He said, good grief, I ‘ll sue you,I’m harassed