Day: December 18, 2018

But painters show

What is here nobody human knows
We barely see the other as we talk
We can´t put into words what our eyes show

If we see the beauty,  how love grows
Looking longer, thinking less,   tongue taut
What is here, nobody human knows

God is visible to all who´ŕe very slow
As we wonder,wander, as we walk
We can´t put into words what we are shown

Snails and beetles,fishes as they flow
Living waters,  buttercups,skylarks
What is here,  we can´t entirely know

The beauty of our naked love  brings awe
Eyes gleam,polished sunshine in the dark
We can´t   contain in words, but can we show?

Grace and patience light a living spark
Jesus is new born ,true  love lies stark
What is here no human fully knows
We can´t  describe  with words but painters show

Dandruff,menstruation, acne,scent

Dandruff, menstruation ,acne , scent
Deodorants,shampoo  and strange new thoughts
The anxious adolescent  in torment

Tampons,towels. skin care and defence
Confession, absolution, count for naught
Dandruff, menstruation ,acne , scent

Wet and dry the dreams are wryly bent
We wake confused from what we never sought
The anxious adolescent  in torment

The virtues and the vices must be learnt
The will and the desire cannot be bought
Dandruff, menstruation ,acne , scent

Parents’ words our own strength can augment
But for the nervous, it is much too late
The anxious adolescent,  the torment

“Civilised”. we  might just kiss a date
Until we lose our heads and challenge fate
Dandruff, menstruation ,acne , scent
Poor  adolescent in   this  mad torment

Whose the voice?

Weŕe born into a  culture, is there choice?
Ridiculous  to imagine a blank slate
We learn to speak from  a parental voice

We could not be conceived as was Jesus
When by some magic,Mary took the bait
Weŕe born into a  culture without choice

Who  can live with all the unmeant noise?
What to hear and what eradicate?
We learn to speak from   a beloved voice

Freely  once the Bedouin  camels grazed
Their black tents  in the desert now erased
We´ŕe born into new  cultures, whose the choice?

Once each hamlet had its different ways
Now multinationals  thrust on us  bad taste
We learn to speak  but whose is this new voice?

Grey fog freezes, noone knows the way
Looking round for God, we feel  dismay
We´ŕe born into a  culture of  whose choice?
We learn to speak   by mimicking   and grace

I wear three pairs of woollen socks, they breed

I wear three pairs of woollen socks in bed
I wear a nightdress made of  petrol oil
A  hat of cashmere and a stole  of red

I turned the central heating off  and noone said
Why are you so foolish and so wild?
I wear three pairs of woollen socks in bed

I am a wraith,  have slept with a few dead
I met a man ,I bore his ghostly child
A  hat of cashmere and a stole  of red

I gave birth  with no aids  before I wed
I walked alone down  many holy aisles
I wear three pairs of woollen socks in bed

 

Ten times miscarried.I am now ill bred
I  cannot flirt I have no female wiles
Just hats of cashmere and a  book I read

In the sacred rites of love embroiled
I keep the change and mail the counterfoil
I wear three pairs of woollen socks, they breed
A   bag of cashmere holds  the books I read

The electric blanket´s frozen to my head

My electric blanketś frozen to my bed
The sheet looks like a block of Arctic ice
I shall sleep inside the fridge tonight instead

At least my fair complexion won´ t turn red
I see a frozen cat and twenty mice
My electric blanket´ś frozen to my bed

I wonder what a husband might have said
If  he  found me on a bed of rice
I shall sleep inside the fridge tonight instead

Now I ´ḿ old  perhaps I can be bad
I have been so gentle, paid the price.
The electric blanket´ś frozen to my  head

I  ought to buy new shoes and paint the shed
Then I can indulge  in Eros´ vice
I shall sleep inside the fridge I´ḿ so ill bred

Love and hate  decided by the dice
What we do is chosen by its price
My electric blanketś frozen to my bed
I shall weep inside the fridge  where I´ll go mad