Day: February 24, 2019

Not human, but mere Jews, why should we care?

Her wedding ring, pure gold from tooth of Jew
On her finger bitterly did cling
As she  left the altar wedded now
The ashes  of the Jews  in earth would sing

Oh, mother’s teeth  with  gold were very rich
The doctor dragged them out with pliers new
As she heaved and gave a  shudder,flinched,
He hit her with his gun till her blood flew

Father was as rigid as a corpse
His mouth was opened with a butcher’s knife
His golden fillings swiftly were appraised
But Father died  before his  his tender wife

Not human, but mere Jews, why should we care?
Dance them to the end of love’s despair

Mumbled and jumbled

Firsy osted on April 21, 2018

 

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Sorry I can’t answer the phone.

I am in Treeged
I am in Spired
I am in Domitable
I am in Attentive
I am in Doors
I  have been fired and  can’t afford to speak
Stop ringing me up.I am dead.
Stop asking me about that accident last week.It was deliberate
Stop asking me to give you a cigarette.
I only know the missionary position:Jesus never smoked.
I do not want to become a Christian.I don’t believe in conversion.
Stop asking if I accept my sins are forgiven.I want to suffer guilt if I do wrong.
Stop telling me Jesus was the Messiah.I don’t believe in believing
I am an unorthodox Jew  so   I do odd things like watching burning bushes and  writing on my Tablet.I have now got a new commmandment
Do not ill treat immigrants or  people you  wrongly call immigrants.After all one might be the Messiah .

The scattered remnants of his fellow Jews

The new Messiah will fly on a great horse
A burning stallion arched with perfect grace
As he crosses Europe he perceives
The scattered remnants of his fellow Jews

The Jews who buried live made Poland heave.
The ashes of the ones cremated grieve.
On he rides but where is he to go?
We do not see him coming from afar

Does he come to give acclaim to us
The Christian folk who made the Jews accursed?
Or does he ride to tell us not to wait
There is no Kingdom for old Europe’s State.

We deny that we’re complicit and what’s worse
Any nation state’s as bad as us.

Or is it dark as coal and black as death?

Is this tunnel like a birth canal
Where one   must struggle, find a pathway new.
Or is it dark as coal and black as death
How to tell and how to wisely choose.

There must be instincts guiding us  inside
To show us where to go and what avoid
Always there is risk,uncertainty
Maybe heavy prices to be paid

Life is never clear in its prospect
How to act with  strength and not with greed
Living  in this age of fake and lies
Who to trust , to find what we each need

With the inner eyes, we see the Light
Fall down,worship goodness, end our flight

 

We hope to get buried at sea

Now we go out in pyjamas
We wear suits and ties in the bed
I think it is odd
But I am not God
I  enjoy wearing dark red

We wear  our nighties as dresses
Frocks are not legal, you see
My husband is charming
I find him alarming
Give me a good cup of tea,

We wear our legs bare in the winter
For we come from the land of the Tyne
We are as hard as nails
Telling folks fairy tales
All in olde English and rhyme

When we get old, we go fishing
We hope to get buried at sea
Push  us all overboard
If  you feel  Geordie’s bored
Give him a hot cup of tea

As for the young they are angry
They cannot do any old trade
The Steelworks, the coal mines
Where Grandad did overtime
Now nothing useful is made

Consett and Hexham and Durham
The Cathedrals, the coal and the  rail
We used to  go hitch hike
Before we got’t motor bike
I married a North Eastern male.

Now he has gone, I am lonesome
I only have   doctors to see
They take my blood from me
X ray me merrily
Send me some olde Yorkshire tea.

I  think we have Guardian angels
Who watch us in horror and shame
The lust and the  hot rage
The lies on the front page
This  Satan is us,we’re to blame

 

I stood on a nail

img_20190129_115035I stood on a nail…. then went quite pale
I had a tetanus injection…. await resurrection
Antibiotics in Boots….colour my roots.
Bought lots of socks——vanity mocks
These are bamboo…..they match my right shoe
Elastoplast sucks…..gin on the rocks
I feel somewhat weary… my  eyes are all bleary
Now I shall rest…. I don’t want a test.
Let the MPs resign… they won’t tow my line!
Corbyn  is Satan—–What a creation.
Where are the good…. in  yonder wood?
My toe seems to ache…..tea and some cake