Day: August 13, 2019

Why are modern lights so  hard to please?

In my head were lists of  food annd drink
Written with a pen in bright green ink
I shut my eyes and visualised the look
I posted  it inside my own new book,

On my bicycle it was a risk
To shut my eyes and drink tea from a flask
I had to let my body  keep me sane
Otherwise there’s no-one we can blame

Crossing the A10  on that old bike~
A siren, the police were running late
I froze right in the middle of the road
There are no photographs I can upload

So now I have another life , you see.
As my self was  buried  by the tree
The flashing neon light ,the noise  that screamed
Why are modern lights so  hard to  please?

I like to be alone and read my books
But I shall ride a bike on Sunday week
I’ll meet my neighbour going round the bend
After I have pressed where it says SEND

We shall  take some tea  and cakes and rugs
Lying idly  as the people shrug
Wool is the  best medicine I find
In a little nook inside my mind

More subtle forms of evil have been tried

Now every form of evil has been tried
What is left for humans to enact
Murder,torture,sadism suicide?

The bridegroom snatched away from his new bride
The pearls, the  bags, the rings of gold ransacked
Now every form of evil has been tried

The New Creation puffed up with faux pride
The orchestra with no-one to  conduct
Murder,torture,sadism suicide?

God aghast, again his  son has died
What should he do with Jesus’s effects?
Yes, every form of evil has been tried

What are we that peace  we so deride?
The lust and greed , the skins  so fine unpacked
Murder,torture,sadism suicide

The lamps were lit, the trains ran on their tracks
The spines were broken on the books.,the backs
More subtle forms of evil have been tried
Than murder,torture,sadism suicide.

 

Who is singing?

I hum and sing all day
Once I was singing when I was asleep.I  remember the tune now
.I can read extremely quickly.But prefer slowly
I have lost my coordination and got clumsy
I like getting into bed when I am tired and  the bed is warm
My skin has gone all crinkly
I feel young at home
I feel  like a cripple when out.
I used to sing for our cat ; she  lay on a rug by the kitchen door
When I finished and sat down she would jump onto my lap and go to sleep
If I listen I hear the songs are connected to my concerns of the day like dreams are
Who is singing?

As if a gentle wind

Writing  down the words that are so dear

Villanelles are   my addiction now
I write them every day,I think that’s clear
I’d like to change, the only question’s how?

Here I sit with furrows in my brow
Writing  down the words that are so dear
Villanelles are  my addiction now

Smoking cigarettes   upsets the cow
She’s  just like a wife, in love not fear
She’d like to change, the only question’s how

Drinking vodka costs  much more than tea
My  kidneys  do not like  the feel of beer
Villanelles are  my addiction now

LSD   makes all  the world look free
It is a lie, attempting mystery
We’d  like to change, the only question’s how?

I spend my time  like old men used to leer
Watching lovely people walking near
Villanelles  ,such dear addiction now
I  shall never change  nor have a row.

 

 

 

The ministry of truth  where  lies are strong

The ministry of truth   is growing strong
Wanting to  persuade us of their lies
Now they’re selling flags  so we’ll belong

 

See   the right  MPs  in  cruel gangs
They  do it all before our broken eyes
The ministry of truth   is very strong

Life’s not black and white nor right  nor wrong
We’re  all entitled to surmise
Now they’re selling flags  but who belongs?

It seems  they’d like all rapists to be hanged
This spectator sport  is on the rise
The ministry of truth  where  lies are strong

I pretend  the cat has got my tongue
I  hope in vain for someone who is wise
The Union Jack’s  provided by Hong Kong       

 

Is this the UK’s sorrowful demise?
See the eagles challenge  and surprise
The ministry of truth   is growing strong
Now they’re selling flags  and   growing fangs

Don’t talk about it

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https://www.telegraph.co.uk/women/life/could-talking-anxiety-make-worse/
Extract

What’s more, several recent studies suggest that anxiety isn’t always rooted in a traumatic past, but may be a quirk of certain brain structures.  ‘We hear a lot about why talking is the best thing for mental health,’ says psychologist and anxiety specialist Dr Zoubida Guernina. ‘But with anxiety, there are so many powerful emotions, it’s very hard to process them through just talking.’

The ideal treatment, she adds, ‘helps the client to face the fear, to become much more proactive and find solutions for themselves.’