Annoyed by wind and rain I sulked and moaned
Until I got your message on my phone

The weather should adapt to me each day
I’m sure that God will hear my constant prayer

When the sun is hidden by grey clouds
I thank the Lord that I am well endowed

Is it wise to wash my clothes today?
Such ideas on my small mind do prey

I went to Epping Forest for a walk
I got lost, so glad you had me stalked

I meant to go to Washington this year
I need a change of scene, but not a scare

If I die I’d like you all to know
My spirit lives though this my body goes

I have two cats that sleep in my spare room
Shall I paint the walls and door maroon?

If only these two cats sat on my knee
I’d feed them salmon tinned in Malibu

Still as with men, it’s better to pretend
You care not if their love will help you mend

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Titles of online articles I have seen [I have not read them ]

Why your organs shrink at menopause and what you can do about it
Do we want to expand them?

How to handle things.[what sort of things?_]

Why or how your finger length reveals your gender [Surely easier just to look at the bosom/ chest?}

Which microwave to buy [Making unstated assumptions;some of us either have none or may have stolen one]

Why you need both metal and silicon whisks [I thought it was breasts just for a moment; now there’s an idea]

Why you need to keep lots of frozen pasta in your kitchen [Try turning off the radiator first and checking the ovens]

Which six cookery books are the best? [Look up restaurants on your smartphone instead] I wonder how many this person has checked.I find ones written for catering colleges are better and cheaper.

Why you should never take a bath
[I find a handbag is quite sufficient in the daytime].

How to entertain at home. [Fall out of bed?]

How to keep your husband happy [Freeze him? Cuddle him? Leave him.Remarry him

Why you should never forget your wedding anniversary
I didn’t know one could

How to have the best number of children

[ Yes, it’s all under our total control]

How to keep your teeth super clean [Stop eating and die?]

Are you bored of sex? [No,I’m bored of reading about it]

How to cure loneliness. [Buy a microwave and some cookery books then invite someone round for a meal]

How to get your bounce back [Buy a dunlopillo mattress?]

Should you take vitamins? [Where to?]

Can you still remember your name [ yes, but I won’t tell you]

It doesn’t matter what the teachers said
They don’t know as much as we might think
We can learn to deal with x,y,z.

These letters ,used as numbers, are not dead
But in the mind’s eye, glow like golden ink
It doesn’t matter what the teacher said

I learned that once when I was ill in bed
I saw a screen with letters which were linked
We can learn to deal with x,y,z.

The letters moved to stand in two lines wed
Then ratios formed and thus caused me to think
It doesn’t matter what the teacher said

I saw the answer glitter as I read
Pascal solved it once, and then I did
We can learn to deal with x,y,z.

Observe the patterns ,hidden and unread;
Like music which has scores and does their bid
I doesn’t matter what the teacher said
We can learn to deal x,y,z.

Now schools open, lockdown comes again
Jesus has one shepherd,one wise man
Just one beast to keep the family warm
And one black sheep to save them all from harm

Nero has one wife who he will kill
So he may have five concubines at will
The brother gone, which child will he proclaim
After he’s fired all Rome up in great flames?

Oh, Jesus on his Cross must die alone
Except for Mary’s spirit and her bones
One Roman soldier, Pilate with his lie
The men who died with him, all crucified

Filled with joy, the demons prance around
In their septic darkness underground

Meaning

https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/owe-it-to-yourse

to deserve and need to do something that will be good for you:Take a few days off work – you owe it to yourself. Thesaurus: synonyms and related words Essential or necessary

Love your neighbor in her bikini:A sinful tale

Beware of getting into hot water in your bikini
A few weeks after Annie moved into the  lovely house next door to Stan,he met her when he was seeing his wife off to work.
Why does Mary not have a car? Annie enquired suspiciously.
She is trying to keep slim,Stan told her.
Well,she’s not been very successful,Annie said scientifically.
She might be much fatter than she is now if she drove a car,he stated ponderously
That’s true,muttered Annie loudly.I am your new next door neighbor.
Yes,said Stan,I have seen you sunbathing in the garden in your bikinis.
How come? she asked merrily yet sternly
There’s a big hole in the fence.He said
Is it legal to look at women through a hole in the fence?asked Annie.I know it’s illegal to look into their bedroom windows.
Is it really,asked Stan nervously,I had no idea.How about women looking at men through a round hole in a fence or square one?
Oh,they are not  very keen to do that,she lied charmingly.
Well,said Stan,clearing his throat,I think I owe it to myself to tell you that I love you.
Wow,you’re quick off the mark,the lady said saucily.What do you mean,you owe it to yourself? she continued in a puzzled tone.
Nothing,said Stan,I could not think how to word it.I mean I wish to unselfishly love you and admire your ripe body and your cute sense of color.I love your teal trouser suit.And you sing so well in the bath.I can hear you.
You didn’t mean you owe it to yourself to take advantage of me?
Not unless you want me to take advantage of you,the gallant old man informed her kindly
And you can take advantage of me, he said I make cakes and biscuits,wholemeal bread and I am training my cat Emile to do statistics on an i pad.
How extraordinary,Annie whispered.I didn’t know cats had an “I.” let alone pads.
Well,they have pads on their paws,he informed her intelligently.
True,she said,but where are their I’s?
Where are our I’s ? he responded in a manner to rejoice the heart of Mary Midgley or Susanne Langer two of Stan’s favourite writers on philosophy,logic,symbols and ethics.
Not that he practised the Ethics but he liked to know what he was doing wrong.It’s more fun that way.If you sin,sin big!
A man who seduces women merrily one after the other may have no idea it might be wrong.Neither might the women.Why is it wrong? Surely it’s better than killing people,making war  or leaving the lid off the jam all night so the wasps get into the jar?
Still,not many men get the chances that Stan got.No-one suspected this kindly,handsome practising Catholic was a womaniser despite his blue beard,green eyes,white skin and red hair.And his slim yet strong figure clad in navy trousers and white shirts all the year round.Maybe his wife did but she preferred to read Aristotle in bed and dream about mercury… those little silver balls,so cute!
Well,as we know,Stan is about to make Annie his mistress but in such a cold wet summer,where can he take her to do the deed?The shed?The public library? Cafe Nero?
I owe it to you not to tell you yet.That will give you time to think of a solution for this sweet old man and his naughty but nice neighbor. Like,how about the confessional in the local Church?
Whatever next?

I owe it to myself to keep it secret as you may come along and spoil the fun.
Stan went indoors and washed up in the boiling hot water he kept by him constantly as he owed it to himself to be ready to make a hot drink at any moment he fancied and by gum,he did fancy like no man has ever fancied before.So his daemon tells me.

Song:

BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE(from The Tempest)


Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip’s bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat’s back I do fly
After summer merrily.   
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bou

Myanmar soldiers tell of Rohingya killings, rapes and mass burials

Reported video confessions could be used as evidence in international criminal court

My hands turned white and later they turned blue
Then they went bright red,my toes did too
How to get my gloves on, my hands swell
It rarely seems as hot as Satan’s hell

Woollen socks won’t fit inside my shoes
Especially when my toes are turning blue
Do not put that ice into my drink
I can smell a rat, what do you think?

Apparently I have a strange disease
That hits on my extremities which freeze
My nose is cold, my ears are stalactites
If I spelt that wrong,do not chastise

Life has variations which annoy
At least it’s not another flaming War

Hailstones rush sideways,
striking the windows
with small fierce blows.
In the gaps between
two white butterflies zig zag
like motorized wild flowers;
One colour,two forms. I see now
two aspects of Nature:
hard,destructive,stern;
frail and delicate.
Both are coloured the same white.
Hard to tell sometimes which we are seeing
But we can all distinguish between a gentle touch
and a bitter blow.
As the day dips into night my heart falls too.
In these dreams I look for the lost
in the snowy steppes and the ice of my own heart.
A white petal falls.
Cherry trees bloom again

Russia in love.

On the bank, the flowers so wild would grow
And butterflies like mobs of petals flew
Flittered ,fluttered like large flakes of snow

We walked up from the path, seen down below
The coloured petals shook, the sky was blue
On the bank, the flowers so wild will grow

Oh,love,my love, it seems so long ago
You held my hand and smiled it seemed so new
It made our bed as do large flakes of snow

I never saw such butterflies before
The foxgloves and the daisies shook in glee
On the bank, those flowers so wild will grow

The wonders of the world have pedigrees
But mystic hearts see light without degrees.
Again, again, the colours fall like dew
Flitter ,flutter like bright flakes of snow

Dignity’s not valued,nor is thought
Courtesy replaced by free for all
Virtue is outdated, love is bought

Desires fulfilled too fast deter the poet
Mobs are crowds set free , then riots call
Dignity’s not valued,where is thought ?

Caught up in these traps,I cannot write
The loudness and contempt are nets that trawl
Virtue is outdated,love is bought

Where is love, where hate, why now untaught
While priests and bishops court their own downfall
Dignity’s not valued,nor is thought

In our new society, hate smiles
Grab the money. stocks like eggs shall fall
Virtue is negated,love is bought

By the door abandoned babies wail
Dogs’ eyes sad rebuke our fairy tales
Dignity’s not valued,nor is thought
Virtue is negated, man debates

Please do not cry in A & E.We all get lonesome
If your phone is too mobile we will arrest it
We will copy your contacts so beware
It it’s too smart, we’ll stupify it
If it’s expensive, hide it as the doctor might be envious
Sorry,please do not die in A & E until in a cubicle.
Do come here if you are having a stroke.No, not of the dog
Ring 999 only if you are ill or a crime is being committed, or both
The police come quicker than the ambulance as their figures are too low.
Now the British are killing each other.Let them have a boat and hope they get to
a New Found Land.
We complain we can’t go to the theatre while people starve and sleep rough
Me,me,me,me……….

Art by Katherine

When once we walked with love along our track
Now I wander round an unknown plain
For you are gone and never can come back

There is no excitement, all seems flat
Yet on the earth it seems I must remain
When once we walked with love along our track

The death of lovers gives a mighty smack
The heart bursts open, wounded with its shame
For you are lost and never will come back

I hear your voice but see my home is wrecked
Only God can heal the cripples maimed
Oh,once we walked with love along our track

I wonder who the judge is, who inspects
Who will win and who will take the blame
For you are lost and never will come back

Like the unweaned babe we howl in pain
We bite our lips till blood runs down and stains
When once we walked with joy along our track
Now you are dead and I still feel the lack

There was a young lady from Berwick
Whose boyfriends rotated on merit
Some flew up high
Far into the sky
Down here she was left with hysterics

There was a young doctor called Percy
Who very often felt thirsty
He had diabetes
As he eate too many sweeties
Or maybe it was based just on hearsay

In Kenya our soldiers roast beef
Was men who were captured and beat
They cooked them quite slowly
Like Christ they were holy
Their flesh was both godly and sweet

In Palestine once there was peace
And plenty of tourists to fleece
The Temple burned down
Jerusalem doomed
The vultures flew over like geese

I wonder why I m thinking of this now?

https://cafod.org.uk/News/International-news/Oscar-Romero-life-timeline

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Sometimes religious people do what Jesus did and then they are executed
To shoot a priest saying Mass in el Savador a Catholic country is not just murder it is sacrilege
because Catholics believe that the Bread and Wine become Jesus himself
I hope the USA is not on this track

Protest

Violence increased in El Salvador by the mid 1970s, as the government and army began killing poor people who stood up for their rights. When the army killed three people in the village of Tres Calles in Romero’s diocese, he comforted the families and wrote to the President to protest about the murders

Archbishop of San Salvador

Romero became Archbishop of San Salvador, the capital of El Salvador. Some rich people were happy because they thought he would stop priests from helping the poor to stand up for their basic rights. But a few weeks later, his friend Fr Rutilio Grande was shot and killed, along with two companions. The following Sunday, Romero allowed only one Mass in the whole diocese – at the Cathedral – where he spoke out against the murders.

Death

In his sermon on 23 March, Romero ordered the army to stop killing people: “In the name of God, and in the name of this suffering people whose cries rise to heaven more loudly each day, I beg you, I implore you, I order you, in the name of God, stop the repression!” The next day, a shot killed Romero as he said Mass. A UN report later found that Major Roberto D’Aubuisson, had ordered Romero’s death. Thousands came to the funeral. The army fired into the crowd. 30 people died and hundreds were injured. The civil war in El Salvador continued until 1992

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Nor dual SIM card
Nor pin for ejecting SIM card
Nor rage
Nor anything remotely linked to the above
Thank you

Nuclear weapons do not make us strong
We destroy our habitat by force
But who can cure sick politics or tongues?

Can we bring in good by doing wrong?
Dresden grey with pity ash and fire
Nuclear weapons do not make us strong

Evil, hatred,envy, vices throng
Torture prisoners for your own desire
Then who indeed will cure the vicious tongues?

For their own prtection ,snakes have fangs
Hypnotise them with a ancient lyre
Nuclear weapons do not make us strong

Give your love a necklace of black bombs
The falcon turns again upon its gyre
Damn Jesus, take your politics ,your tongues

Humans have been here for far too long
Suicidal wishes start to stir
Nuclear bombs or food for loveless young?

Here the priests, the Bishop and the friar
Through the trenches bloody let them stagger
Nuclear weapons do not make us strong
Yet who can cure sick politics or tongues?

This photo is by Eleni Paliginis and is copyright.Posted with her permission 1st September 2020

Too old for cold,I stand now against the hedge,
Watching the snowflakes in the glare of neon street lights.
Darkness has come early,and I think of country uplands and huddled sheep.
On Salisbury Plain,shepherds watched their flocks
Just as in Bethlehem two thousand years before,
And then,exactly when?
“Between the wars”,it stopped. Now we know there is no “Between the wars”.
And who decided
To cull the sheep and shepherds and the space for kindness ?
Now that same Plain still exists,but banned
And closed to human-kind,
For bombs ,not wombs
Nor for birth of lamb ,nor gypsy child ,nor Saviour
Where would He go today?