Day: June 12, 2019

Once my hand wrote , thoughtless  as a gnome

My punctuation kept me sane and well
But question marks appear and  give me hell
Do I put it here? or at the end?
How can I   calm my mind  yet be on trend?

My spelling too has  driven me insane
Once my hand wrote , thoughtless  as a gnome
I’ve confused its and it’s  and  so much more
I ask my self  if I  can read a score

I cannot add  up money in accounts
And feel  such relativity devout
The phone calls, the utilities, the  noise
My cat won’t  purr  when I feel so  annoyed

I think I’ll leave out all the little signs
Enemies must read between the lines

The parting

My intellect has parted from my heart
Two now dwell within one person’s frame
I am double, I cannot restart

Like a weary horse with heavy cart
I do not want to play  for little gains
My intellect has parted from my heart

My eyes are sad although my tongue is tart
I am the object  of my own disdain
I am double, I  will not restart

Is this the journey with no  written chart?
SatNav  bears no solace for my pain
My intellect deserted this poor heart

Google Maps have missed this savage shark
Which bites and bites but will not kill   the flame
I am  two, dissociated, stark

 

Did I make an error  I can’t name?
Hold me in your arms,love keeps us sane
My intellect has parted from my heart
I am   cut in  two, who wrought this harm?

 

 

 

 

The British turn to verse

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Jo Duffy@JoDuffy91

Bigotry hijacked the vote
Unleashing real dangers
Now we’re strangers in a country
That doesnt’ welcome strangers

The bus was cancelled so we had to walk
They blamed Eastern Europe   for the pain
I listened to the idle,foolish thought
I fear  it’s Jesus crucified  again.

Is that leap unjustified, my friends?
It seems God’s punishment will never end
He made us  leave the Garden of Delight
Even though we’re English and quite white
We blamed the blacks and women  and the Jews
Yet mother’s breast was emptied and abject
Look upon the world we may have wrecked
Get to work and sweat and toil  all day
Mathematics, war and bombs  shall prey
To gain salvation we must  love and work
Life is hard and often it will hurt
Acceptance is  survival   and remorse
Jesus came  without the use of force

Play with our doubts

Fear of chaos stopped me looking  out
I could not see its value   nor its  gifts
To see new sights we need to live in doubt

So I  travelled on established routes
I got to places happily and swift
Fear of chaos stopped me looking  out

We often wonder what life’s all  about
Then we hurt our kin, oh love, oh rifts
New wisdom   comes from  fine creative doubt

Forgetting  this we find life full of threats
We swallow drugs and wallow as we drift
Fear of chaos stopped me looking  out

We suffer all  to find what will enchant
Then we are raised high by all we’ve missed
To see new sights we need to  feel our wants

Alert yet indolent   the  wild flowers wish
To  entice honey bees with honeyed flesh
From the Void, God’s word made mountains shout
To see new sights we must play with our doubts.