Love must be so pliant , like a blade of grass, Bowing to the wind, till the storm has passed. Love is enigmatic Like the sphinx’s smile. Waiting for an answer, Nothing is on file. Love is often near us Yet we do not see. Sometimes where we are Is just the place to be
Day: June 10, 2019
Ave Verum
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New mental illnesses.
Art by Katherine
1,Passenger Rage Disorder
This is worse in aeroplanes especially when they have left the ground.Someone gets upset and no-one can get out.A few bottles are drunk and then used as weapons
Murder on the Orient Airline
In the worst cases.some passengers stay enraged for ever or are tried for manslaughter
2.Omnibus psychosis brought on by hearing bus stops or traffic lights speak to you when you are very tired and weary.
3.Brexit-phobia
You keep passing out whenever you hear the words, Brexit ,foreigners, immigrants referendum,Michael Gove or Boris.Even the word cocaine might bring on panic attacks
4.Hysterical blindness
Stopping an aircraft taking off by mistaking the exit chute door for a toilet door.BTW wait till the aircraft takes off so your wee will evaporate before it reaches the heads of the general public under your flight path
5,May Madness
Calling for Elections night and day.Refusal to appear on TV when it is a job requirement
6. Paranoia and Fear of foreigners caused by being cut off from your own Shadow which may be far worse than any European immigrant ever was.
7,Entitlement Psychosis caused by reading P.P. E at Oxford and writing essays after using cocaine instead of tea.
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I never knew that modern bus stops speak
The bus stop says its out of use this week
Men are digging up the road again
I never knew that modern bus stops speak
I wonder will the street lamps follow suit
Their voices like the chiming of Big Ben
The bus stop says its out of use this week
Maybe I can find another route
Will railway stations stutter like shy men?
I never knew that modern bus stops speak
How to travel ,hearing voices break
Pity and compassion hit my pen
The bus stop says its out of use this week
I fear my travel plans have gone astray
The journey I am on will never end
Did you know that modern bus stops speak?
From the dark grey sky the rain descends
Evolution staggers round the bends
The bus stop says its out of use this week
I never knew that modern bus stops speak
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Poems for Europe
Extract:
Kosovo
Magazine Kosovo 2.0
Poet Shpëtim Selmani
On the first day blood was created
on the second day death
on the third love was mentioned
and then there were no days left for us
How my heart sings 