Day: July 28, 2019

Double entendre

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Art by Katherine

Will  patients  kindly sign this form before dying
I doubt it.Is it an order or a question?

Please die before we change the sheets on your bed otherwise  we may run out
Anyone else mad around here? We’ll run out

Do not die during the Consultant’s visit
I bleeding well will.

We have no Chaplains.They were privatised
Who took them over,Satan! That explains    this madness called Brexit

So all prayer is DIY,
And all DIY is prayer?

Die in your sleep if you can
Give me  the poison  now please

Keep your iPhones in a vault not here
Is that in the horse?

Please don’t ask a person with severe heart  failure to  close the window by your bed
I was only helping them on their way


No sadism in here
Take pleasure  in our  violence,  kill and  wound


We do not need the News blasted from your phone
Boris kills.

Why have the weather forecast on when you are dying,It’s a month before your burial
Just a bad habit, as Thomas Aquinas said

When the PM arrives we will all cry in one voice Alleluya
Is he God now?

When God came down, our spies soon had him nailed

We may know what’s right and still do wrong
Greed and  envy run our inner world
Like a crazed drunk bee we like to sting

Even as the blackbird is in song
The darkness of the heart will on it fall 
We may know what’s right and still do wrong

We love to think we are the Queen or King
Perfect in our power ,  oh iron  the walls
Yet  crazed drunk bees  can float on high to sting

The hurt inside the heart  can last too long
The self  retreats ,   the matador  has failed
We know  the end , the bull  will kill the throng

When God came down , our spies soon had him nailed
The burning bush , the little voice,   the tales.
We may know what’s right and  do  the wrong
Take pleasure  in our  violence,  kill and sting

When we  don’t perceive, we duly fail

Sin may be invisible,  though real
Who  of us can judge another’s heart?
Admission of our faults has small appeal

Yet if we do not look behind the veil
We may kill .unknowing in the dark
Sin may be invisible,  though real

Walking onwards on our human trail
What ignites the spirit,holds the spark?
Admission of our faults has small appeal

 When we  don’t perceive, we duly fail
We have choices , they are here and stark
Sin may be invisible,  though real

We are weak , poor human acts prevail
Will alone can never  do what’s right
In the seas of love we set our sails

We buy ourselves the best place in the Ark
Our neighbours wrangle.struggle in the dark
Sin  becomes more  visible and real
Holding wide our arms we  hope love heals

Eliezer ha Cohen

https://youtu.be/GFjVWYgSFcQ

This week on Who Do You Think You Are is Her Majesty  The Queen
Discover: The strange foreigners who rule the remains of the UK

And University Challenge  has been cancelled as they are all online following Johnson
Or The Pied Piper of Westminster as I call him

Desert Island Discs is  looking for a gramophone
Meanwhile use your phone

The Catholic Church hopes for more  vocations as people flee  life on  so called “benefits”

Discuss it all with the ghost of  Pope John 23rd  at 6 pm. He is in heaven.But it’s hell

The News is not being shown  till the day after it happens
Is it news?

Noone wants Boris more than Leonard Cohen
Well who could compete with Eliezer ha Cohen?~
How many meanings does that sentence have?

And if love‘s good enough, we may survive.

We need to self-deceive to stay alive
To function in this  terrifying world
And if  no trauma comes we may survive

If we watch the shadows in the cave
We have our  story ready  to unfold
We need to self-deceive to stay alive

We follow rules on how we must behave
As if into a void we might be hurled
And if  no trauma comes we may survive

The adages and  proverbs  satisfy
Unless we are attacked in our own world,
We  cannot self-deceive, are traumatised

We need the hold of  friends who’re kind and brave
We need this love that  rises when it’s shared
And if love ‘s  good enough, we may survive.

We will not scratch our wounds if we are wise.
We will not  rush to speech while wounds are bare
We need to self-deceive to stay alive

The words that mother said we can embrace
That we are loved,  despite fragmented face
We need to self-deceive to  function right
And if  no trauma comes we may survive

This Titanic  can no more deceive

The United Kingdom  disintegrates  by day
The Scots  are breaking off  at Hogmanay
Northern Ireland  colonised,remote
Will Ireland be united at a stroke?

We will have a smaller house of cards
Boris Johnson’s patience  brings rewards
He will be  in charge just of Soho
Where ladies of the night  rule men by blows

England’s not that big  nor of pure blood
I’m half Scandinavian ,see my head
The violent people Brexit has empowered
At  the bus stop they will on me glower

It’s time to get the lifeboats out and  leave
This Titanic  can no more deceive

My joints are  crackling,  roast me   in tin foil

My  knee joints  crackle when I  stand up tall
Bit by  bit the cartlilege has gone
The  disablement attracts , the people  call

Noone now will ask me to a Ball
I  liked to dance but my desire is done
My  knee joints  crackle when I  stand up tall

Instead of walking I would like to roll
The pavement is not fit to lie upon
The  disablement  an advert , my mind folds

The pain is so severe my muscles  brawl
When I go outside with my big bin
My joints are  crackling,  roast me   in tin foil

I have to write,  I’m mindless I’m enthralled
I try to smile with my lopsided grin
Disablement’s a danger people  wail

This is not a game that I can win
Save me from the  demons of  great sin
My  knee joints  crackle when I  stand up tall
The  disablement  is vile I cannot talk

Poems of anxiety and uncertainty

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Photo by Mike Flemming copyright

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/collections/101584/poems-of-anxiety-and-uncertainty

Extract:

Poets are seekers and questioner They explore the unknown and help to give it shape. The insights and wisdom in the following poems below are hard-won; more often, it is simply the naming of the fear—personal, spiritual, or political—that offers solace, reminding us that people are connected by our worries and doubts as well as our joys. By resisting closure and easy answers and sounding out the darkness, these poems remind us that poetry has always been able to cope with uncertainties, ambiguities, and shades of gray.

Read the poems by clicking the link