Month: September 2020

No new disgrace

Trapped in home made offices , we work
Reading from our screens, no space for thought
As we type ,our tender fingers hurt
Not the copperplate that I was taught

No commuting, no more fraught deceit
Harder are affairs, no private door
No more kisses unless they are quite fleet
Just daydreams, which will come to be no more

No walking to the station at sunrise
No hour alone to read or look without
All is known, where is the grand surprise?
Where the room for thoughtlessness or doubt?

Work from home but keep some private space
Do not harm your friends, keep from disgrace



Human sacrifice

The sacrifice of humans, slain by will
The death instinct, no accident, the kill
Now it’s done more subtly than with fire
We need the help of cunning and of liars
Propaganda,adverts, image, word
Overwhelm our minds till life’s absurd
Inhabited by ghosts of adverts seen
Saturated minds, for soul no room
Who is in and who is out today?
Mainly white and Western on display
I was born without a screen to hand
The radio was old and had a stand
Little drawers where Mother kept her songs
Sonatas,Mozart,Schumann, was it wrong?
We read each other’s faces and our books
Heard Mother playing as we fell asleep
Time and space and peace, a slowed down age
Now we’re full of data and of rage
Father lost so long ago,we weep
Civil discourse takes a lengthy sleep



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The personality of trees

Trees lean over,watchful as we meet
The tall ones do not shiver in the breeze
Trees can hear the torment in our speech

We have flowering cherry in our street
But mine died like my lover with great ease
Trees lean over listening as we meet

The tree won’t bend too close, it will not reach
As panic,worry, horror,nightmares squeeze
Trees discern the music in our squeaks

Alas, no tree has mastered human speech
But when they can, they coax the honey bees
Trees lean over sweetly as we meet

The leaves will rustle,wrestle and may tease
Smile for selfies,what’s the word, it’s cheese
Trees lean over, wonder, and conceive
Yet trees hate noone, nor do they believe

Is A & E having worse problems because we are getting more stupid?

2012-01-22

It seems from today’s paper that A & E is overused because younger people want treatment immediately so they are unwilling to wait for their GP to open and never realise the pharmacist can treat simple conditions and are easier to talk to Do not go to A & E with the following complaints especially at night

Your false nails won’t come off

You broke a finger nail

You have a  cold.

Your hair roller has got stuck in your bushy hair.

You  have run out  of elastoplast or aspirins.

You feel bored.

You like that tea they sell in robotic machines.

Your toe nails are dirty and you lost the nail brush.

You   have no stamps and you need to post a letter

You want a pregnancy test.

You have no condoms at home.

You have lost your nail file or comb.

Your cat is ill and the vet is shut

You like eying up nurse.. remember a  lot are now men,anyway… so ladies…No!

You had a row with your wife and are trying to frighten her by pretending to have chest pains.

It’s a cheap day out [ but not for the NHS]

Remember it’s for EMERGENCIES

It costs  on average £1400 per person per visit

The axe attacks

The heart is struck a blow, can we live on?
The pain, the blood, the wound can’t be undone
Lying in the rocks, so grey, so doomed
Death is waiting in the sitting room

Imperceptibly our minds are changed
The contents we examine, rearrange
No energy for living and new games
Like a worn out puma,limping, lame

The animal, our being, our poor flesh
Wishes for relief or even death
Yet as the sun burns through the maple leaves
Who can tell what else we may perceive?

Life and death, those twins walk on white cliffs
I stumbled once,I froze,I turned from death.
Then I found the wild rose and its thorns
The pain of grasping love, the treasure shown

The future is yet fiction,I’ll be damned.
Come to me and hold my cold, thin hand

And my mind

When I came in from my flu jab,
I put my red zipped bag onto a cardboard box
Which is full of kitchen towels and de facto is a table
I put the lights on
I put the kettle on
I took my coat off
I took my little phone bag off
I changed my spectacles
And my mind
So now I am writing it down
I write my name and “Diary Private
Then another is “Diary Public” but so not a convenience
I there, I have a lover and another lover
Five divorced partners
And the names of my fantasy cats
Whom I have never seen
I make some tea
I pass no water without testing it
With my left foot
I look out of the window
See the light of the sun
I sit down with the Radio Times
The tea
My dreams
My conscience
My unconscious
My lips open
I drink the tea
I pass water but do not swim

My husband

I blame my husband for our evil ways
He died then Donald Trump came out to play

If he had lived another year or ten
Delirium tremens would have killed that man

Poor Leonard Cohen, what a gentle man
Before Trump took his seat, Christ died again

As curves the sun


Remember standing, peering through the glass
Wondering why these people are well off
Admiring the fine shoes that women love
Later, after tragedy, the glass
Descended on me like a stoney mask
Remember living cut off from the mass
Yet in the suffering ,came that Heart above
That took me in and opened me to trust
Letting in emotions, feelings, love
Evoking through the rituals and the Mass
A Consecration deeper for my tasks
Remembering prayer, removing broken glass
As curves the sun, as flies the holy dove
Every human lives with change and loss
Suffering wounds when bare the heart for love
As we walk we see the ages past
Until we reach that Place we seek at last
No more staring through a darkened glass
No peering in the gloom, we meet our Love

Winter

Grey Black Scarf worn by Robert Pattinson as seen in Tenet

Woollen winter coats vary in price because some are made differently
[I feel too hot in padded coats]

Fewer buttons
“Wool” may be only 20%
Less decorative adornmentsb
No lining [ will do as a dressing gown]
In warmness they may be as good as more expensive coats as long as there is no wind to blow
the coat open [1 button] and you need a big scarf as the coat will have no button at the neck.
Funnel necks are really useful

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We still stand on shifting sands

We walked on sea shores with our mates
Though wide  oceana separate
Now we’re abandoned on the  shores
By  the loves we’ll see no more

We  still stand on shifting  sands
Expecting , needing, helping hands
But most people walk on by
And we’re too afraid to cry

Lost in places we once knew
But recognised by  very few
Our eyes  look out but do not see
Filled by tears we can’t set free

Shall we stay here evermore
Hoping lovers we adored
Are on their way back to their home
As slowly, sadly, we still roam?

The  sturdy walls that bear the sky
Have been shattered from on high
And  feeling smaller than the snails
We hear the long lost sea winds wail

Oh, weep for  him and me, wide seas
Embrace  our souls  in   your salt breeze
See the  crushed and broken shells
Hear the tolling of the bells

In order to begin we have to part

In order to begin,we have to start
Put a wary foot onto the soil
From what we want to keep, from that we part

Pulsating with strong feeling is the heart
Even while we sleep our body toils
In order to begin,we have to start

Every artist needs to do their work
Letting colours mingle well with oil
From what we want to keep, from that we part

Can one cling to patterns to gain worth?
Ask me if the kettle wants to boil
In order to begin,we have to start

Stepping in the furrows of dark earth
See the worms and beetles to it loyal
From what we want to keep, from that we part

Even ants and wasps.I deem as royal
Block the liars with their self hating bile
In order to begin,we have to start
To what we want to make we give our hearts

A & E: do not go with the below



Your false nails won’t come off

You have superglued your pen to your thumb

Your self hair cutting went wrong

You broke a finger nail

You have a  cold.

Your hair roller has got stuck in your thick hair.

You  have run out  of elastoplast or aspirins.

You feel bored.

The library is shut

You like that tea they sell in robotic machines.

Your toe nails are dirty and you lost the nail brush.

You   have no stamps and you need to post a letter

You want a pregnancy test.

You want to get pregant

You have no condoms at home.

You have lost your nail file or comb.

Your cat is ill and the vet is shut

You like eying up nurses.. remember a  lot are now men,anyway… so ladies…No!

You had a row with your wife and are trying to frighten her by pretending to have chest pains.

It’s a cheap day out [ but not for the NHS]

Remember it’s for EMERGENCIES

It costs  on average £1400 per person per visit

An electric bore

How may electrons are there in my eye?
Why does air wave?
Why am I so sea sick on
shore?
By whom am I enlightened?
Can I see an electron with a microscope?
Can an electron survive alone?
How many electrons can dance on a angel’s finger?
Why would an angel sit on a pin?
Why can’t I ?
Nobody is anyone
I am nothing with spaces here and there
Why do we make up our minds?
How far can my mind wander?
Can it be in my toes?

The joy of hell


Any further mortal sins today?
Yes,I stole a sweet from mother’s tin
So I’m bound for hell,it will be fun
With the jolly failures out at play

The good are tense as metal strings unplayed
They feel the awful burden on their feet
As they stumble up the cobbled street
They look too pale, their hearts have run astray

Hell or Heaven,Evil,right and wrong
Goodness, here’s the Devil with his prongs
He looks amused the danger is his fangs
Here upon the table are his plans

If to you embodiment’s a sin
Jump into that big recycling bin

Here we have new maps that need new frames

Living by an empty space is strange
The vacuum left by death remains and stares
No matter how the chairs are rearranged

Every part of life will soon be changed
Invisible the Cross we have to bear
Living by an empty space is strange

Now we sit so still, as if we’re chained
Heaviness will squash us and our cares
No matter how the chairs are rearranged

The energy is low, the battery drained
Shall we question whether life if fair?
Sitting by an empty chair is strange

Here we have new maps that need new frames
Do we freeze or turn into thin air?
How scattered, how our thoughts,we rearrange.

We see our lost ones. sorrow brings ghosts near
From our eyes the blessed tears run bare
Living with the emptiness, all cringe
The bedroom door swings on its metal hinge

Waxy flowers in the snow

Waxy flowers poking through
Snow so white
Flowers bright.
Made me think of you.

I see once more your dark gold hair,
Soft as snow,
On pillow.
Now my bed is bleak and bare ,

Face alight,flower to sun,
I loved you.
Love so true.
Fear by love,overcome.

Cyclamen in the snow,
Pink and red,
Now frozen,dead.
Love was,oh,so long ago.
But never gone from in my mind.


Thoughts so deep,
Upwards seep.
Love was gentle,love was kind,
You’re always in my mind

Discarded shell ?

Skinless in this shell I hide
Peering through the crack outside
I see enough to pass as real
I fool you too, I cannot feel

Inside my shell I live and breathe
Here my thinkings are conceived
I know there is a larger world
I lived there once,but back I’ve curled

I lie here like an unborn child
Listening to the sea so wild
Which other creature once dwelled here,
Discarded shell and knew no fear?

I see the trees and sky so bold
I hear the wrens,I see the gold
Will I ever come outside
When my true love lately died?

A crack, a loud smack

I know that's how death will come, 
Suddenly flying into another orbit when I am photographing flowers
 It's not a gentle transition.
 No-one will know where I've gone. 
One step wrong and I'm off the high wire
 And plunging into the no safety net.
 Flying for a while 
Jumping into hyperspace,spinning electrons 
Startle my wide eyes. 
Transiting the new black sun 
I'm on a double gold helix, 
Spider on her web,
 Knitting furiously
 Into the future heaven on gossamer wings. 
Butterfly goodbye,
I'm off to see the stars.
 And the black holes.
No one will come with me.
 I'm shaking off,evaporating into mist.
 I'm a flying saucer on a circus mission.
 I can't say no to a new invitation. 
Make it fast and break with tradition.
 Time is passing smoothly till that break In the music,
I've been transmuted into a different key 
someone else will play me on their violin
 I'm a tune, I'm a thought, I'm a whisper in your vision. 
Goodbye,darling.
I'm under orders Ready to leave for my performance
 On the electric carpet.
 Death dancing to a tune on a violoncello,
 Arpeggionne sonata 
I'm playing your words upside down
 In a new foreign translation,
 Accompanied by solo artists,ice cracking 
I'm going in.
It's too sudden. 
I'm flying. 
Spinning faster to amuse the clowns, 
too many ups and no downs. 
I'm going right out of orbit
 I've broken the pull of gravity,
 And fly with pure equanimity
 Into my future life,
 I'm off at some moment
An instant,a crack,a loud smack
That was me passing

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Twee- the meaning

Dictionarytwee/twiː/adjectiveBRITISHadjective: twee; comparative adjective: tweer; superlative adjective: tweest

  1. excessively or affectedly quaint, pretty, or sentimental.”although the film’s a bit twee, it’s watchable”Similar:quaint sweet bijou dainty pretty pretty-pretty cute cutesy sentimental over-sentimental mawkish affected precious soppy

Stolen

My bike was stolen by a student thief
I walked into the city feeling grim
Then you stole my heart,my love,my grief

Chance encounters. meetings, moments brief
I dropped into the library on a whim
My bike was stolen by a student thief

Love is short, then dies the nibbled leaf
Caterpillars,butterflies to come
How you stole my heart,oh love,oh,grief

Rain and wind destroyed our lovers seat
Ignoring this, small bees benignly hum
My bike was stolen,oh you noble thief!

The thief bestowed on me a blessing sweet
The golden ring, the avenues, the dome
How you stole my heart,made love,sowed grief

What is dumb may speak as its time comes
I miss your hand so warm ,then dead and numb
My bike was stolen by an unknown thief
Then you stole my heart, you taught me grief

A Shakespeare Quote

Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing; ‘Twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands: But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.

A comment in the Sunday Times discussion on Brexit and Northern Ireland

https://www.thetimes.co.uk/edition/comment/the-western-miracle-we-cannot-take-for-granted-2mgwl0hv3

In my sorrow for your pain

I’m in sorrow for your pain
For the sharp wounds to your heart
I sense you’re suffering once again

I don’t know why you feel ashamed
When you’re vulnerable all wounds smart
I’m in sorrow for your pain

As we clutch our crutches in the rain
With no maps and fewer charts
I know your suffering’s here again

Take my mac, but not the blame
One day this grief will be less sharp
I’m in sorrow for your pain

I grieve alongside in these rhymes
I pray your heart will not be warped
In my sorrow for your pain

Oh, the statistics , graphs and charts
The agony can’t be named
I’m in sorrow for your pain
I hope that soon the healing starts

I must miss the bus to meet my fate

I miss the bus,I meet you while I wait
Your eyes glint like small sapphires in the sun
I drove a car but never found a gate

Is it merely chance or is it fate?
Is it serious, is it just some fun?
I must miss the bus to meet my mate

Where would I be if that bus ran late?
Is love or hate the right of everyman
I drove a car ,it blighted all my dates

Shall I stay with you or emigrate
Need I be intestate as a nun?
I miss the bus,I meet you while I wait

Will you meet in a more lucid state?
Did my beauty curse or did it stun?
I moved a car ,I don’t exaggerate

I learned to speak despite my chewing gum
Free speech much traduced by rule of thumb
Love had introduced us in that wait
When my car lost heat I got a date

Do not catch light at dusk

Please undress in front of the bath
We need soap.Do not pinch our remains
Please flush before exit
We ask guests not to sweat in here
Please read the obstructions before being tempted
We speak with tongues
No four letter words allowed except for “abbreviations”
Please use paper then blush
Do not catch light at dusk
I am your equator tonight

The wildflowers feed the wasps and honey bees


I went to Epping Forest for a walk
I got lost, so good you had me stalked
You saved me from starvation,even death
I know you like to draw me on a graph

The East End felons never go on strike
Buried in a forest ,not so bright
No headstone with your name on, no red light
No priest, no music, nor a sacred rite

Murderers for Funerals will not pay
That would give their secrets, names away
Their minds don’t grasp they usurp God’s own rights
He knows all our names and when we’ll die

Beware of Epping Forest and its trees
The wildflowers feed the wasps and honey bees