We’re solitary,sad, confined by fear
Of death, of intubation, loss of breath
The Virus is the ruler bringing tears

No escape to the Garden for the beer
Instead we’re mulling over our own death
We’re solitary, sad, confined by fear

The lack of freedom is now far more than clear
We live in groups,we’re all subject to wrath
The Virus is the ruler, makes us weird

We cannot kiss the ones we feel most dear
Especially if we have a hard,dry cough
We’re solitary, down. confined by fear

The heart may burn, the heat will kill or sear
Few folks now are seen to smile or laugh
The Virus is a Terror bringing tears

Tell the Terror firmly to be off
Suck a sweet and that will clear your cough
We’re solitary,low, confined by fear
But still we love the ones that are so dear

We do not want to feel

Emotions can be difficult to bear
But maybe they bring something we should hear
A message or a wound we have ignored
Action’s needed or we are destroyed

Being happy always is unreal
Living in compartments now concealed
If you cannot bear your pain alone
Seek for conversations that will warm

Loving neighbours comes extremely hard
If from our own suffering we are barred
Imprisoned feelings make us tense as boards
Stiff like wooden puppets,s frozen hearts


As they say, the way out sends us through
The feelings that we did not know we knew

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am finding it hard to use this new WP with Blocks etc
So it is takinng me longer to write anything
And it seems unable to connect to Google photos

The trees are weeping tears of loss and grief
The storm attacked them while they were in leaf
Birds fly by my window, very close
I have not cut the shrubs so near the house

So this garden is my private wood
Shared by birds and beatles and by God
For I find God in silence, long and green
And in the little places in between

Yet I am sad my man has had to die
After several years my heart still cries
The house, the pictures, stoneware seem to speak
I cry for him when sound is absent,bleak

Now the grief is less I miss him most
He seems so far away, in tears he floats

1. My food’s no longer bagged when it arrives
   So I buy plastic bags myself instead
   Then I have to stand close by the man
   Helping him use my bags to put it in
   
   So now I buy black bags and other types
   I use more plastic than I did, can this be right?
   I also have to stand near my front door
   I can’t stay safe distant any more
   
2. I see some shops deliver in brown sacks
   Made of paper,easy to unpack
   I wonder if I can get mine there
   When I find out who the people are
   
   Now I get more angry by the day
   I think if I could kneel down,I would pray

By the green path, sheep were being sheared
The shepherd composed in his mastery
The sheep were not as frightened as I feared
Down the green road, sheep were being sheared
The world was never gentle, why my tears
The force of Nature, fearless, has endured
Whether there is Good is mystery
Down the green path, sheep were swiftly sheared
The shepherd humble shows his mastery

https://youtu.be/WZIsiv3wkGYe

Words are not the object they describe
Maybe they are pointers,are a guide
Warm, the word. does not make many hot
Warmth refers to quality or not

In between the word and what it names
There is a space where others might seek change
Then we have the nameless we may see
Outside any box or category

Now there is no subject, just the text
Where are those ancient scrolls that once were blessed?
For books are not just many written words
They’re touched by all the people who have read

Am I nothing but an aching gene
Watching Princess Di now on my screen?

They gave me a small watch on Xmas Day
But with a watch an eightyear old can’t play
I envied both my sisters theirnew dolls
As on the old settee the dolls were lulled
I stood there uncomprehending and alone
Had I reached unknown a real milestone?
Then my sister lent me one of hers
I broke that little head upon my chair
I was holding her with all my tenderness
Scarcely breathing in my velvet dress
I sat down slow to rock my babe awhile
The horror of her cracking head was vile
Now I play with numbers and with words
Xmas is a problem to be shared

The reason was my Dad was dying.He wanted to give my older brothers and me
watches as he would not be here when we were 21.The watch was a traditional
gift then.

From Wikipedia 

When I was about 3 years old,my parents took us to a park in another town
It was very pretty.Then we went to the bus stop to go home.
.I sat in the front seat and I think my brothers were further back along with my  parents
The bus drew up at the bottom of our street, and my dad was busy helping Mum
with  the push chair and my sister
.I just sat where I was.I saw them all  sstanding on the pavement
Suddenly just as the bus set off, they realised I was missing.I can remember seeing
Dad running after  the bus .I felt no emotion.
At the next bus stop,Dad got on and took me back to  the  family
I can’t   understand.Why did I not feel anxious? Did I want to get away
from them? Did they slap me in the park? It was very  common then to beat little
children but I didn’t feel distressed
I will never know why I did this.And Mum and Dad have died.
I can’t remember much from that time.We had no car so we often went to Parks on Sundays

 

Mary came home to find Stan crying in his old chair
What’s the matter,baby, she asked gently?
I feel so stupid, he told her.I was in the kitchen getting a drink but the running water made my   bladder want to empty
Well, we do have a loo in the hall
I forgot that so I picked up an old pan and used that
That’s ok,dearest, she whispered
Then I realised, it was a  colander!
I am sorry,Mary,
Well, it’s nothing.Women are used to things like this.
Hi said Annie as she  ran in with  her pink cheeks glowing
I  have got a steam mop today and I’ve just cleaned your kitchen floor.I’d done mine earlier
That is very kind of you.We had a bit of a problem in there
Yes, the tomcat up the road seemed to have left his mark but it’s ok now
She smiled at Stan. who still looked nervous.
I’ll buy you a steam mop for Xmas.I think of it as a toy and I am  killing Roman soldiers with the steam or I have other little fantasies
So do I,Stan muttered
Why don’t we have a cup of tea?
Mary carried the tea in on a wooden tray
Mary, that’s my desk drawer.
Don’t tell me you were going to wee into this
No, I brought it down  to shake the dust out before I put my pens and paper back
Well, remember, chamber pots are never  made of wood.
Wow. how amazing Why  not ?
Because it is porous so stuff soaks into the very wood itself
Annie said, why do you need one when you have an ensuite plus  a loo in the hall
Maybe   it is my second childhood,Stan joked  merrily
Emile strolled in
Smokey and I have been in the woods.The kitchen seems very   clean
I’ve been trying my steam mop on it,Annie reported
Very nice, said Emile,I’d like a small one
Cats don’t mop floors, mewed Smokey
Maybe we will be the first
Just to make sure Dad is well I’d better ring 999
Stan is not your Dad and he does not want to see anyone
Why not?
He wet the floor
Humans suffer so.We mate with all and sundry, wet the  ground and eat the meat
when you forget to freeze it
Well, never mind.We do have a bit of fun
Have more,Emile mewed
And so say all of us

What’s a handbag when we have no pen;
When we  have no paper and no ink?
What is life when we will curse  again

Even the fiercest lion needs his den
And every human being needs some links
What’s a handbag when we have no pen?

Should we let folk thump  us on the chin?
Should babes  be  taught to ponder  and to think
What is life when   love  won’t come again?

Do not fear to be an also ran
Learn to laugh and even how to wink
What’s a handbag when we have no man?

Life  is hard, life  wins the marathon
Do not  judge and don’t let worry win
We can’t be sure that love has truly  gone

Do not tend your scruples, that is sin
Look outside,  then burst  balloons with pins
What’s a handbag when we have  no  man
What is life, when will we write again?

 

 

 

 

 

I  have not forgotten grammar.I am trying to say it the wat we used wheb I was in  theNorth

 

 

Afraid of sinking sands and silent death
Losing my identity, your wrath
That is a place of beauty I could  die
As other people sauntered gaily by

I used to see great tigers in my dreams
I could not breathe and neither could I scream
I lay  there stiffly like a  stolen corpse
Waiting for a wooden cart and horse

The Tilley lamp  began to hiss and moan
As if aware of menaces unknown
All alone with flu I lay in bed
Daddy, can’t you come back in my head?

Dad and I  would chat, sat in the park
After  losing him, I  rarely spoke

 

Now I see why I didn’t speak until I had to to make money
But why give lectures on mathematics?
Mute: learn Calculus and dwell on infinity

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Drawing by Katherine

Doctor, my arm feels stiff
Compared to what?

Doctor I feel sad.
Weep

Doctor I saw a black shape  come into my house
Do you want to see a psychiatrist?
No,I prefer my shapes.

Doctor, where is my husband?
In a  bag in the dining roo
Gosh! I ought to bury  him

Doctor, my hair is too long
Too long for what?
A joke

Doctor I got a digital clock but it says 86 F
Will it die?
It’s not  alive
So why do the numbers change?
I   never thought of that…  it has batteries
I wish we could have new batteries.
Imagine if butterflies had batteries
I don’t wish to.

If eagles had batteries, who  would charge them?
They have no money

I am  hot.doctor
You temptress
Now even wjen I am  crippled
men  think I’m after one thing
Is  it pain relief?
Just distraction.
Try porn
Doctor!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Doctor, my husband has left home
Whose home?

Doctor,I have lost the cat
Maybe the cat has lost you

Doctor, my sister is ill
I  don’t do distance healing

Doctor,I sent  a photo of my ulcer
Where is it?
In the computer.I imagine
Well, show   me the ulcer
I thought it was all virtual now
Except for the pain!I’ll give you a painkiller
Only one?

Doctor, I am lonely
What a coincidence, so am I!

Doctor I ate  some Maltesers
Cannibalism is a crime
No,I mean chocolate balls
I didn’t expect a lady to be so vulgar
But they sell them in Tesco’s
I just don’t believe it.
I’ll show you.
I didn’t know you were transexual
Neither did I.

Doctor can we eat Maltesers after Brexit?
Ask  the EU

Doctor, is Malta far away?
From where?

Doctor,I want to  go on holiday
Where to ?
Your house
Are you crazy?
Would I know?

Doctor, blood is running down my arm
That’s because of gravity
Can’t you stop it?

Doctor, my fingers go numb in bed
Whose bed?
My husband’s
But he’s dead
I ‘ll tell him when I get home
Are you sure he is your husband?
Since Hitler died they don’t tattoo numbers on us any more
You could have a micro-chip put in your finger
Will it cure the numbness?
No, but we’ll know where you are
And they call ME paranoid
Calm down
That’s what  the Japanese said after Hiroshima
I don’t believe you
Well, that makes no difference to the truth
Pontius Pilate  where are you/

At the end of the day,at this moment in time,all we can say is how did we get here
Nobody can deny, things are not what they seem, nor what they  may appear
We’ve been here before, you can’t flog a dead horse,take it as read
The leader in the Times, the origins of the war, the death of God
The atheist in the  room, take it from me,  the Church is dead
Does going to church make you Christian, does confessing sins make your morally superior?
Who was the Samaritan and why did he help?
I can’t deny that I  have seen the Light.I put it in myself
Why are  you not having an extension, what was your sentence?
Is there any justice in the world, and if so, where?
This is not the road to heaven but it was on the sign post, it’s hard to believe
 they would confuse us with the Nazis
Did the Romans know Jesus?
Why ask now?
We want the truth to come out
From where?

The weather’s gone bipolar, so have I
Let me go, I know now how to fly

I feel so hot I  am a human pie
Baking in God’ oven in the sky

Why don’t I  make myself a cup of tea?
I sweat so much I  never need a wee~

My television seems a  mite too small
And all those programmes  make me scream and wail

I  studied Hitler but I did not find
Where he left the track,derailed his mind

They talk of numbers  of the dead and gone
It’s just as sad when the number is just one

Every person is another whole
Don’t destroy the future of their world

Can you spot the missing comma?

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