“Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it” (Hebrews
Today was the anniversary of my husband’s funeral.Someone had said she’s stay overnight.When we came home here she said
You don’t want me to stay,do you?
So I said,no
Then they went and I sat here alone,it was very hot.Everything seemed unreal like a Play.
I kept thinking it would revert to normal but there is no normal then
Every night my husband came, he clutched my hand and made me run
Run, run, we must find the car, he kept urging me.Unlike in real life I could run in the dream
Round every corner was another corner, then another
we never found the car park
That went on for a month.
After that we spent a week cleaning the cooker together in silence
With steel scourers.
The oven is a womb, the fire that keeps life going
It can be otherwise, of course.Bring death.
Then he told me he had bought me a new house in Ealing
Draw your own conclusions
The day his mother died he’d cut his arms
With bits of pointed glass like frosty nails
The blood had stained his shirt, yet made him calm
He did not like to make a scene or wail.
The day his mother died he sat alone
Wondering what to eat or who to call
Above him was hot sky, a blue, blue dome
Below the earth where very soon she’d fall
The day his mother died he hugged his cat
She alone gave comfort without blame
His eyes were silent,still and very black
What hope, what help, where is the nameless Name?
The day his mother died he went to sleep
To dream and wander in the deepness deep
Alfred my old cat
She said I drive her round the bend
I have no driving licence
He said I was intransitive
Is that an insult?
He said my abhorrence of fish was a pity
I feel pity for the dead fish
I have no idea why I am here
But I am here!
We all have got the urge to power, to kill
Better go out now and make your will
Jesus was not meek nor was he mild
God created tigers and the wild
Why should people fear to say they’re wrong?
Errors can arise or come in gangs
I’d like to go to Bournemouth but I can’t
I see the mad profusion so I’ll skype
I learned to play the cello I loved so
But other plans were made and I let go
The strings were made of gut and they were thick
I played with a long bow, or I could pluck
I did not wish to earn by using words
I realised my feelings were absurd
I could have written books and gone abroad
I could have worked at Bletchely breaking codes
I did not realise I was a girl
Despite the bearing of some golden curls
I liked boys’ games but I am not trans
I like making cakes and washing tins
I liked men to give warmth to my bed
Although my only true love is now dead
Am I banned from meeting any more?
They fear my mind and run out of the door.
Like radioactive particles ,like seeds
Dropped in error,dropped in fields of woe
Misunderstandings grow like torturing weeds
When anyone approaches, make them bleed
Let them know they’re neighbours to a war
With radioactive elements imbued
We may need help for inner suicide
Will kill us or the helpers near and far
Misunderstandings like a bomb, can bind
We cannot see the other too has needs
That we may injure without knowing so
With radioactive sharps that make eyes bleed
From Moses in his basket in the reeds
To Dayan with his patch and his cigar
Misunderstandings like real bombs, will many wound
In the sky above we see how far
Our broken souls are from the evening star
Like radioactive metaphors ,like seeds
Errors bring forth agonies that breed
- “Life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats.” — Voltaire
I have a glow smile phone for dating
I have a snow wild phone for going up the Pole
I have a no aisle phone when flying
My phone has slow smile
What’s up Nile phone,dad?
Not smart, but beguiling: the story of a loving lady
I’ve lost my phone again.Well, it is quite mobile you know
I’ve lost my mobility and found my senility [ with sense and sensiblility]
I don’t need no iphone.I don’t need no coke.Send me a letter,French is how i poke
Oh,dear what can the matter be, some loon threw an iphone at me
O little town of wall and phones, how we see thee fall down
Everything is whirling round my mind,
The lack of government , the words unkind
That the poor are short of food and clothes
We deny it, everybody knows
Sudden gusts of wind mock these old trees
Does the lure of nature disappear
When the butterflies have gone away
Yet the stinging wasps are here to stay?
Once tortured now abandoned refugees
Can’t make phone calls, have no mental ease
We make our own defences into walls
We do not want to hear their their poignant calls
Oh,Lord God take the beam from out my eye
I want to know the worst before I die
For my holiday, I am going to the unoccupied territory if there is one
I’d rather stay in bed like Pascal waiting for my vision.
Can’t you see when you get up?
It’s what I see, the kitchen floor, the washing up
Can’t you get help?
Only for writing
That seems odd
I’n in Luck down
I hit my bad hand on a shelf in the fridge
Get rid of it!
I’ll mull it over
The fear of judgement makes life harsh with pain.
The eyes that spy, the words we spoke in vain.
When we age we have a wider view
We’re not so strange and not so very new.
The dream of being stuck at school once more.
Where teachers power extends right to that door
We’re imprisoned to maintain a safe society;
Creation from the young is jeopardy.
We protect ourselves from children’s open minds
It’s we who’re frightened and we make the bind.
It’s the eyes, the thoughts, the innocence we fear.
Their assessment of our very hearts endures.
And they are frightened by the Judge we haul
To destroy or mould the newness of their calls.
Till in a mirrored palace we display
The heads of those who wished to change our ways.
Children need protection from the strong
But we , too, need protection from their songs
Will I feel any pain after I undress?
Only shame and bitterness
I want to wear my clothes during surgery
Don’t worry we won’t look at your nude body~
Patients must not text while they are unconcious in the theatre
Please leave your wedding ring with the nurse until you are in recovery
Please insure your phone before you come for treatment
What will you do to it?
Anything on your mind?
Is that an answer or an exclamation?
Will I feel better soon?
Once the bomb drops we’ll all feel nothing
You are pessimistic,
It may drop on the other side of the mountain
Let’s hope the mountain can take it
Can you be both a moron and an imbecile?
I can.Not sure about you
Tell me about Poincare, the famous mathematician
He was definitely an imbecile………..
He got his results in his day dreams
How I envy him.Two for one!
Odd how the labels are French.But they invented IQ
No bikinis allowed on this beach
So do we bathe nude or what?
You cannot be topless in this hotel
That is an error, is it grammatical?.We could be.But you would punish us
Please do not go out in pyjamas
OK I’ll take them off!
Please wear a dressing gown when you walk about at night
What strange habits you have here.Are you monks?
Breakfast is served from 8 to 10 am
Please may I leave the table?
Do you have a hot dinner?
Yes, we have many curries
I mean hot chips etc
Go to Israel
They invented chips
I just can’t believe it.We had chips before Israel was declared
to be a state
Oh, potato chips
Are there others?
Fish ‘n chips
Stop pulling my leg
I didn’t know it was yours
Why are you a moron?
I’m an imbecile actually
Deceiving the professors and getting a Ph.D
I didn’t do it on purpose!
Try harder in future