Day: August 30, 2019

Winter woollies,hats etc

I looked at some catalogues that came in the post.”Poetry” has some interesting clothes.Unfortunately I have not that much money.I  can perhaps get a leopard print nylon scarf  from New Look or stop eating and return to when I ar 24 was wearing  teenage dresses and getting half fare on the bus.Of course, it’s free now.
I’ve gone from adolescence to old age without the middle part.I didn’t eat much.
The  kind University Chaplain invited some of us round for a meal.After eating I realised why I had felt so odd before…I was starving.I  didn’t know how to cook except for cakes.Now and then I went i to Lyons and ate a meal rather like a school dinner.We have no cafes like that now
Anyway, a sheepskin coat will be £499.A down one £299.I don’t think we have winter
made of wool anymore because most people drive.I have my best coat I bought it in  2005.It is made of very fine wool, it is dark brown and still fits me.
I have a few ideas for keeping warm:

Wear 2 nightdresses in winter.Use an old  cotton summer dress as the top layer
Partner it with some men’s woollen socks/Which  men, you may ask.Or not

Wear  the dreaded leggings under trousers.Last winter I wore 2 wool skirts when we had the snow and ice in January.I suppose I should have put a sweater on as well.
Still, you win some, you lose some.
Wear numerous petticoats as layers to trap air.In other words,  try anything./
Most of us have an old pair of boots.With luck you may find some shoe shops are still selling last years winter shoes /boots in their Outlet.

I suppose all the fancy clothes are for the rich.
But many of us have things money can’t buy.Like love,affection and generosity of spirit
As they say, a friend in need…..

You do

Introspection   makes most people ill
To find yourself, observe the things you do.
Keep eating stuff ,keep warm and pay the bill
Introspection   makes most people ill
Hit your head with bricks until you’re still
Most of us don’t really have a will
We have no power to learn  from any clue 
Introspection   makes some people kill
To stop yourself, don’t ruminate,catch flu.

I dreamed of Portland Bill

I realise I’m waiting for him still 
I have his old green cap; I have his keys
I cannot make myself write a new will
I realise I’m waiting for him still 
We went here once,I dreamed of Portland Bill
The black cat in the garden  still loves me
I realise I’m waiting for him still
I have his ancient cap; I have his keys

Mary is cruel to her shoes

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When Mary  got home after her Autumn shopping trip. she went into the kitchen where her cat was waiting anxiously
What have you bought,Mother, Emile  miaowed
I got some black patent Mary Janes in Clark’s Sale
You had some like that before.You said they were tight
Mary put the kettle on.It was copper coloured and cordless
Are we having our coffee now, the cat enquired?
Yes, but also I have read about a trick with tight shoes.Watch this.She  laid the shoes on newspaper and poured boiling water into them
Oh,mother, that seems. cruel he phoned 999
Hello, my mother has poured boiling water into her shoes
Why?Is it to wash her feet?
No, but I am worried the shoes might be hurt.
We’ll send the  ambulance immediately
Meanwhile Mary had emptied out the boiling water.She took off  her socks and put the new shoes on.
There , you see.They will  fit now
The  doorbell rang.Two policemen  ran in.
We hear you are causing suffering to your shoes
Is that illegal ,Mary murmured?
Almost.When Boris lets Parliament begin we believe hurting leather shoes will become a crime
Is it  because we are in the EU?
No, it’s only we British people who care about the pain of objects made from  dead animals.So as soon as we Leave Boris will pass a  new law
Is he a dictator,Emile miaowed?
We can’t answer that,Sir.You speak good English but where are you really from?
What is your first language?
Are you implying I am an illegal immigrant?That I swam in up the Humber or swam with seals off North Norfolk before coming to Weybourne a well known way for Conquerers to enter England? I am not Julius Caesar and he landed near Deal.There is a big plaque there.Not put there by him!
Yes, are you from the Ukraine or   anywhere in Eastern YouRup?
Are they like YouTube?
Don’t mess with us.We can arrest you.We are the Police and soon we’ll have our own State!
But you have no paw-cuffs. have you?
We can use string, the policeman said creatively
That sounds much  more cruel  then putting  hot water into my shoes,Mary said politely but with a certain edge to her voice.
The policeman looked foolish.Yes,madam.
And cats can’t have passports, as yet.They go  to a Cattery on the North Yorkshire Moors for their holidays.Some go to Cornwall.
Am I going, asked Emile? I don’t want to go  all by myself.
No,I am renting a cottage in  Hunstanton where pets are allowed.And the sands are white and the cliffs coloured in three layers
Thank you, replied Emile.I am happy to hear that.Can I have a bathing suit,Mother?Are there rock pools?
Ask LP Hartley

The still small voice  will whisper , not perform

 

Embraced  entire , your sacred smile held me
Until we  both were one deep in  our souls
As still as a white dove  held tenderly

For a little time so warm and free
s if your smile contained  me, made me whole
Embraced and loved , your sacred smile  touched me

As  we  cross together the  dark sea
I wish this sacred love could  always hold
As  gently as a dove ,as tenderly

And if I felt the  brilliant light  touch me
My eyes would weep,my tears would turn to gold
Embraced and loved ,  oh sacramental  tree

Would that humankind were truly free
That in the darkness, we could find our home
As dies  the  fragile Word on  Calvary

We see  the Tempest and we hear the Storm
The still small voice  will whisper , not perform
Embraced  entire , your  smile   encompassed me
As still as a white dove, as tenderly

Love can’t take control

Religion has been privatised like gas
I know in church we still can hear the Mass
Yet  no Chaplain comes to dying men
I did my best alone without a plan.

Inside the  holy sanctuary  bare
I became the priest and comforter
I sang the sacred songs and  gathered crowds
Outside our little cubicle they bowedL

I saw a canopy of golden cloth
Hanging down from heaven, as it does
It came nearer till it touched his soul
I was silent, love can’t take control

For a moment everything was still
A little bird sat on the windowsill
Then the cloth of gold was lifted high
I wept  the precious tears for those who die.

That one eternal moment gave us grace
I see your  sunny eyes, your smiling face