It’s this exposure we all truly crave

My underwear is from the Holy Land
I’ll have to take it off for it’s been banned
Let me walk as naked as a babe
It’s this exposure we all  truly crave

Bethlehem  has got it’s own Wall now
Sign it with a pen, your blood, oh, anyhow
It’s like a plastercast on your own leg
It should come off but we don’t like to beg

I never know  where things I buy are made
My eyesight is not sharp enough for trade
I’ve got reading glasses, magnified  till pure
This loss of sight is hard to feel, endure

I see we still  have Lockdown  for the old
Why not shoot us all  as was foretold?
War is human as are  death and rape
Is the Resurrection true  or a mere jape?

I’d like to write a poem  that would convey
How it feels when I am  really gay
The sun is sinking  in the West tonight
Tomorrow they will change its path of light

The Leader has got chickenpox and flu
Send him postcards via London Zoo
He looks pale and anxious as he speaks
Yet  he has joints which  rarely seem to creak

I did read “Ariel” by Sylvia Plath
After reading that I could not laugh
A brilliant  transposition on the  hoof
The horse flew forward till the  dawn was loose

Should we get to vote I’ll vote  for Woe
Joy is harder, that we  surely know
Both are needed as the warp and weft
Otherwise we humans fall adrift

Do we still have spies and where are they,
In Cambridge changing gender every May?
In Oxford Union  killing a black man
In the garden eating  Tiptree jam

Can I break the code and understand
I am not who God made on demand?
He  creates, it is his personal mode
As  he walks alone down country roads

The Garden of the Heart


Art is by Katherine

Unnameable the moment when it starts
The sun goes turns black and flowers die on the stalk
The agony in the garden of the heart

Unnatural rhythms subvert accountants’ charts
Poor nestlings feel the onslaught of the hawk

Untraceable the moment when it starts

For always seemed our love, and quiet its art
Banal the labels in a doctor’s talk
Of agony in the gardens of the heart

Speechless,cold and numb the separate parts
Each one with its indirection walks
Untraceable the moment when it starts

That one who knew our measure must depart
Wounds our sense of self now writ in chalk
Such agony in the gardens of the heart

Like a skylark trapped,untimely, caught
I the one time lover fear the night
So minute at the moment when it starts
Agony strips the garden of the heart

All change

What was once familiar  now feels strange
To visit friends and kiss another’s face
To share a cup of tea and discuss change

Politics  has fled  from Shakespeare’s stage

Wisdom and deep thinking seemed erased
What was once familiar echoes strange

The  errors  of the State cause some to rage
Culture has been lessened, is defaced
No shared drinks  , just anger, crowds and change 

Would we even want a wise old sage?
In the mire strange patterns have been traced
What we thought familiar  now looks strange

We’ve seen  hearfelt protests every day
The people once despised have come of age
They   require the world  must  quickly change

So  our hearts and minds are well engaged
Can we  change the patterns quite deranged?
What was once unknown exists, is strange
Raise your drinks to celebrate, all change