Keep the visitors happy

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Digital art using Microsoft Paint

We were not allowed to groan in the hospital.It might frighten the visitors.Meantime  phones rang incessantly and people screamed into them making videos I think
Talk about a Cardiac Unit it was worse than any Lunatic Asylum
.A woman  kept arguing about how to get to Hertford and insisted you must go through Ware.
I got so fed up I shouted: the bus may go that way but they are both level in distance from London.
Then  the same woman asked me to shut the window near her.. I was meant to be lying flat.She told me how much she liked the Consultant.Three years before she had paid to see him privately.He said she was ok and after a few weeks she had a heart attack
So I asked her why she still admired him.She was puzzled.Maybe she had fallen in love.
She wanted me to shut the window as she was afraid people in the Mental Health Unit might try to climb in and rape us. [ BTW it was a mixed ward]
It is more likely we’d be attacked by visitors.Still, she had her fantasies.

Seeking the right way

When true love's gone and doom hangs over head
When life runs like a river to the sea
Then shall I take new lovers to my bed.
And with their carnal touch consoled be?



When true loves lie and break my woman's heart.
When life seems grey and rocks bestrew my path.
Then, shall I my life of evil start
And on the world shall I bestow my wrath?


When true loves lie and wreck all loyalty.
When puzzlement makes all the world seem mad.
Then I shall upend causality
And let myself do deeds which make me glad.

For I have love's sweet child inside my soul
And I shall tend her till at last she's whole

So which antibiotic do you want?

He fell in love with the cat: a short sweet storyS

 

o would you like Trimeprofine or Keflex, he asked as if he were serving in a top restaurant offering me a menu of delight
Surely it is the doctor who should decide that!
I was very relieved as I thought I was going mad.My system was  poisoned and the lab test took 2 weeks to come through.
It is interesting how much better you feel when you know there is a reason why you are so unwell/going mad.My husband had a UTI before he died and was convinced I was his mother.He certainly loved her.I went along with it then I was Katherine again.
He never referred to the 3 days he believed it.
But when he was dying he called out for me.As soon as I was there he
[ though conscious] began drfting and going colder.I did not feel afraid.It is later  that  it hits you.When you get home.But Alfred helped meDotty cats

Art by Katherine

Pardon?

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Elide with me.
God Bless Our Rope
There are many Faint above
Heil Furoreous  and Gastric
He Flew with Valiant Bees
The Lord  is my Leopard

I will  Praise my Eyes  with these Frills
You are there with the Crooked Staff
Wear O’Liaisons
Through my Bolts, my most heinous
Maya Culpa

I Relieved God
Father in  a Nightie.
His only Fun was Barred.
Contemptuous and Worse
Even Song  was Pane Free
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Turk Sinister.
King David wrote Palms and Solomon Read them
What does it All Seem?

Homophones and nonsense

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The First Coarses are:

Mock Hurtle Gloop
Vegenibble Sloop
Scrumpled Legs on Roast

Fellows on with

Limb chops  on a  Bed of Mashed Glooms and Bunions
Roast Torque and Nipple Sauce with Ballad
Hackers only Cheese
Lout with Flu Potatoes
Simon with Dream Horse

Diminish with

Lemon Proust
Chocolate Wellies
Newt Salad with Beam
She’s and Frisk Its
Staked Bananas
Sponge Steak with Read Jam

His absence haunts: symbolic, suffered, real.

How can it be he is no longer here?
How can it be I do not hear that voice
His presence haunts me  from his  battered chair

Though I  have  money and no needs to bare
I  feel the grief, the affect of his choice.
How can it be that he has vanished here?

What is the world when loss  turns to despair.
When every sheet  by weeping is made moist?
His presence haunts from his   beloved chair

Now we learn  the symbol of the hare
Unpeaceful, hunted, jugged   or humdrum roast
How can it be when love  should counter fear?

Into the real, we stand and longtime stare
We’re  begging, blaming, badgered, shamed and gassed
Some presence feints  with ours  in  death’s own lairs

Now the world of man has long surpassed
The time we could blame God for what we ‘ve missed
How can it be that He is never here?
His absence haunts: symbolic, suffered, real.