The panthers in ths zoo

There’s a pandemic of shoplifting
There’s panic  and there’s flu
So will the  pandemonium
Affect  black panthers in the zoo?

There’s a lack of awe and wonder
There’s  no insight and no you
There’s only my big ego
And Sylvia Plath is overdue

She’s coming to see Lazarus
Now he’s a lady too
Sex and gender,  love and hate
Ted is feeling blue

She spoke Chaucer to the swans
And they   answered, Who are you?
She looked a  little frantic
Asylum seeker,Jew.

She got married to her Teddy
What other man would do?
The perfect other, shaman
But they ran out of glue

Her poetry was awesome
In bed she always knew
Ted Hughes was  just a messenger
He asked her what to do

The panther killed the lady
And ate her in  a stew
Now he’s back in Africa
And they closed the Zoo

Oh, what   does    ambition do now
On a dung heap you’re the   best
It’s ambition or it’s destiny
Tell them you’re a pest

If a  woman bites your face
And  leaves teeth marks as well
The very latest evidence says
Your love  life will be hell.

They’re running up the walls now
They  painted   all the lights
Who  knows who and why is why
Nothing is  no sight

T

Delight

Enfolded   by your  smile,I saw the  light
As if a hidden world such love revealed
Our spirits touched, our sorrows pushed to flight
In that space, our worries did not bite
The trees were shelter, losses were each healed
In your holy smile,I saw the light
Blessed be, there is a second sight
From heart and soul , the  silver bells shall peal
Where spirits touch ,where sorrows quickly fly
And who but you would see my inner plight
Would know the false from what is right and real
Cradled  in  your  smile,I felt  the light
No army with its metal and its might
Can win the final war , love conquers steel
As spirits touch  as sorrows say goodbye
I know it’s hard to learn what others feel
And not draw back from grief, from loss revealed
Enchanted by your smile ,O golden light
Our spirits touched, our eyes wept their delight

Just the flower

fritillaria_pontica2016-1We are not  straight lines so why compare
The way we  look,  our reading age, our hair
How we pronounce words,  our accents broad
The way we skip or cross the  road, break codes
The speed of mind, imagination’s wit
God Himself and  his sweet Paraclete
Was Peter  better than  his friend St Paul
Who wailed  higher up the Wailing Wall
Was Jesus more than holy. was  he  God?
Bring the measure and its special rod
Is my  joined up writing   quite the best?
Do I boil my hankies  cleaner than the rest
Things that matter have no  linear scale
Ask Jonah if his was the  supreme whale
And if someone sticks a label on your  chest
Saying you are  the loser in the tests
Tell them   we are not a piece of string
Many aspects  make us just the thing

Lucky is the conscript with his pun

Oh,false Britain when the sun was low
Could you not bomb Auschwitz, torture den?
Light blinds our eyes  yet soon the world would know
I rarely see bare branches birch trunks, glow.

Yet here they stand  like candles , who may come?
Oh,false Generals  like the sun  you’re low
My mind feels  high as codeine , my heart’s  cold

Here the hare runs ,awed  by dawning sun
Light helped men   to kill  Jews  for teeth gold
This summer is a fake with  its mixed modes

Lucky is the conscript with  their pun
Oh,false summer light breaks ,blackbirds run
See the leader, envy  not their  gun

With all his weapons he can’t   fire the sun
Oh,false summer, light dance, fire may roast
We   turn  black with rage, oh holy ghosts