Day: November 4, 2018

The Book

The half blind  give advice  on where to look
The soft tongued sell us slogans of defeat
The religious read us stories  from old books

The  thieves  like  best to point to vicious  crooks
As we amble down the just vacated street
The half blind  give advice  on where to look

We win a gamble yet it is a fluke
We   love our loss, we like to be downbeat
The religious read us stories  from old books

The terrorists are now in charge of truth
The former rulers  in their slippers creep
The half blind  give advice  on where to look

The teachers are  afraid  of learning loose
The tangent to the circle is too steep
The aged read us stories  from old books

Love is rare yet sex is very cheap
Timers on the bed end duly beep
The half blind  want  to control where we look
The religious agonise about The Book

 

The cafe not to visit

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I had an experience I have seen written about. in magazines for women

I decided to go out as I am on a vitamin D supplement [ huge] and sunlight helps.I went  into a coffee  shop/bistro I’ ve been in  many times.There were 2 people at a table for 4 but they said were waiting for friends.I moved to an empty table  further inside.I was then told it was a table for 6 though it looked like 4 to me.
The waitress then put a very  tiny table and an old chair near the toilet doors facing a blank wall and asked me to sit there.It was very noisy which was worse there,  being further away from the door
So after a few minutes I walked out.I am not paying to sit  and watch people visit the toilet as I  drink coffee.The people at the first table were still alone, no friends  had come
I went to one  called the Art Cafe further from the bus stop and  found the place much better
Then I recalled reading articles about lone women being treated like that
Really it was a horrible experience to sit there.I shan’t goagain.I can sit by the toilet at home free.
I did enjoy going  into Waterstones bookshop though.And accidentally knocking their tables of books over.

See Saw

Looking in. we miss the  outer world
The  blossom hanging  from the vicarage wall
An old man’s hat which by the breeze is whirled
The toddlers skipping in the Shopping Mall.

Now coffee shops are where we socialise
No more to labour over stove and sink.
And listening, hear what would not meet our eyes.
When for one small moment they both blinked.

And  yet we  long for time to be alone
To breathe more freely, play within our mind
For being far less solid than a stone
Impingements to our boundary  we find

As we balance on this old seesaw
We know  no thing is static. life is raw.

How to look different from whom?

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If you are not a Muslim, you may be dressing in the style of Muslim women.For example they often wear trousers under dresses and so do we  now—- leggings?
So to make your  classic or old fashioned clothes look different:

Under your pure wool knife pleated check skirt wear some  black leggings and coloured trainers

Or how about a denim shirt with a  Mondrian patterned tie? Topped by a huge puffa jacket

A  headscarf or nun’s veil  on your head? Or a chrystal headband

Thigh boots?

Wacky earrings or pierced nose

A  modern colour block sweater and  shiney white vinyl  coat?

Brogues and tartan socks and a yellow sou’wester.

A handknitted Sheltand lace sweater

A wool cape

An apron dress. Or an apron.

A Brigitte Bardot sweater

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In between two tears.

Some evenings,the sky turned pink
We were happy,lying in the grass
Watching the sun set.
Arms around each other.
Seemed like eternal life had come
Earlier than forecast.
Those weathermen are always wrong!
They need new training
In that timeless moment
In between two raindrops,
In between two tears.

I hope you reach the promised land.

 

I have loved you and I’ve held you.

Many years,you have been mine;

If the time has come for parting

Let us embrace for one last time.

You know you have to leave me,

Though you desire a longer stay.

Let me hold you in my arms now

For just tonight and perhaps one day.

Then I’ll watch you travel on,sweet.

We take this last step all alone.

I’ll be here beside you watching.

I shall feel when you are gone.

May you accept, may you surrender.

I hope you reach the promised land.

Into this earth my tears will fall, love,

As I recall your tender hands.

 

ENDINGS TAKE TIME

A baby too soon shocked from mother’s womb
May linger on for several painful days.
The life force is as strong as is a lion;
And infants too are subject to its sway.
A tree cut down when full of summer leaves
Will struggle on and take a month to die.
And so it is with friendship which is scorned;
Our grief takes time to dissipate and fly.
Bereft of love and child and human touch,
Be careful when you slip from human grasp.
The knife that pierced the heart will cause no gain;
And should we live we feel a bitter pain.
Though cunning wiles and tricks may give the lie,
When you use them,your own heart too will die.

 

 

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Poetry of WW1

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https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/trench-duty

 

Trench Duty

Siegfried Sassoon, 1886 – 1967

Shaken from sleep, and numbed and scarce awake,
Out in the trench with three hours’ watch to take,
I blunder through the splashing mirk; and then
Hear the gruff muttering voices of the men
Crouching in cabins candle-chinked with light.
Hark! There’s the big bombardment on our right
Rumbling and bumping; and the dark’s a glare
Of flickering horror in the sectors where
We raid the Boche; men waiting, stiff and chilled,
Or crawling on their bellies through the wire.
“What? Stretcher-bearers wanted? Some one killed?”
Five minutes ago I heard a sniper fire:
Why did he do it?… Starlight overhead—
Blank stars. I’m wide-awake; and some chap’s dead.