Don’t send me an apron forXmas When all that I want is a glove A glove for the oven Its hands must be frozen Let’s drown the old oven in love.
Don’t send me a card on my birthday I cannot remember your name Just bake me a cake I prefer it to steak Don’t limp unless you are lame Don’t change the sheets every week,dear For washing them makes them wear thin Just give me a brush I’ll beat off the fluff Then we can both have some fun
Don’t give me bacon for breakfast God won’t let Jews eat it yet His aversion to swine Is what makes him divine The fig tree is dead I regret
When I was little we had a lovely picture on the wall.It was the Three Bears My brothers and I all loved it, When I was five,it changed into a bridge with three arches and a river
Similarly the house up out street had faces.So did the armchairs in the living room Everything was alive and to be related to
The music is the waves as they run high Across the pebbly sands onto the road Then groaning of the shingle as waves die
The fish that dwell deep in the dark, dark brine The flow within as outer waters flow The music of the waves as they run high
The moon reflects sun’s light to other eyes Above the seas which rise up to its goad. Then groans the shingle as the steep waves die
The sea holds hidden goods where we can’t pry In the deep the heavy water moulds The music of the waves as they run high
All the day and all of the black night The seas and oceans change from high to low Ah, groans the earth as each wave has to die
Re-hear these sounds, are they a sacred code? As angels wrestled, Jacob feared the Lord His music is the waves as they run high His groaning is the shingle as waves die
I was walking in a desert grey and bleak All alone, with none to speak or eat I shuddered when I realised the truth I was unmarried, pregnant, mere refuse.
Cast out for other failings all unknown My baby came too soon and I alone A doctor with no face appeared and said Your baby died ,I see he’s never fed
He flung my baby on his heap of dead I lay there in the dirt, red with my blood I had to leave or I would die of grief The will to live just stronger than a leaf
I went to see my baby, and he smiled He was still alive, my love,my child I took him in my arms, where should we go? I walked into that darknessfull and slow
When strangers ask for photos of you nude Or wearing clothes so scanty they’ll go blind Let them see your feet without their shoes
Let them see your twisted toes turn blue Let them see the bunions God designed When strangers ask for photos rather rude
Can one solve a crossword with no clues? Can one have no bosom and look fine? Can they love your feet without cute shoes?
When you’re feeling sad and life is blue When you long for love but not divine When gentlemen want photos somewhat crude
Try to sell them on the Evening News Take the veil or drink the Altar Wine Let them kiss your feet without their shoes
When you’re looking for the hidden signs Don’t read numbers settlers left behind When strangers ask for photos, give them clues Let them wash your feet but make them queue
He kept his tongue in his cheek too long so he couldn’t eat Starved to death
She had her head screwed on the wrong way Lack of light
He wouldn’t wear his glasses so fell down a well Unconscious suicidal wish or vanity led to error
She wore shoes that were too small and developed 100 untreated corns Died of stupidity or poverty
His brain got stuck on the underground as his head fell off his body. The glueless disease
She wore a yellow bikini on the beach which attracted a lot of wasps Need I say more? Died fighting as men wept
She was baking bread but got into the oven and was roasted with a potato Bad luck.Only do one thing at a time Died of hyperactivity and lack of concentration
He was writing a blog post and got sad as it seemed too poor Then he drowned his sorrows [ and himself
He got chilblains which stopped him from walking so his blood froze
Verdict: Bad weather and lack of housing
Arthritis made her so stiff we put her into a coffin and accidentally buried her Verdict-Misadventure and human error
She fell over the cat and hit her head on the fridge Verdict? Misfortune as skull too thin
She got off a moving bus as the doors opened Verdict: Died of conceit
Look without and see the claret sky The sun is falling like Greek wine tonight As sparrows hide in holly,safe from eyes
We need protection till our minds sublime Into dusty corners shine their lights Look without and see the curious sky
Tell your heart, your truth, though others lie Seem rewarded with both cash and spite Oh, sparrows hide in holly, leaves awry
A man is called an emperor , yet he dies Look without and see the fatal signs The sky is turning panic to delight
At last, philosopher, the silence sighs Throw away the your thoughts, cold or benign As sparrow safe in holly, shut their eyes
The hawk may soar across the sacred lines Where patterns of complexity arise Look without and see the open sky When sparrows rest in holly, owls surprise
My toes were cold ,like frozen strips of fish Chill- blains threaten,I must not choose this I’ll buy some woollen tights and knit some socks Keeping warm in winter with the flocks
Podiatry is on the NHS And so my lady kind I vow to bless Gentle as a mist on Whitby shores Warmer than the sea,I can’t say more. I ought to wear some warmer clothes at night I have a little cat his name is Blake He will not eat his dinner, he wants mine I wish he were a man and we could dine My fingers are as cold as stainless steel Was it I who made the motor wheel ? I like ellipses yet they do nor roll Though neither does a dollop of hot coal
When we all are old we’ll go to God He recycles people with his Rod Some of us come back as Eskimos I can guess that just by my cold toes
I prefer a hotter place to live Hell has its attractions like a sieve Naughty people have more fun I feel I want to change my feet into small wheels
In the end, it’s good to feel and hope Before we turn into the holy smoke
Fried frogs on a bed of lice with free desert and Bedouin prisoner Scottish moles and salad with hot flatbread from Gaza & strip English Enema with free water and wafers and Syrian Refugee Welsh Wrabbit grilled on West Bank of Thames plus Binoculars and Gun Scottish Sausage with alimony tossed in lemon juice and oil HP Sauce on Macaroni in butter with Russian Cheesefake Fried Fish with chip on boulder of Galilee with boat German Green Goose with mesh of potato free to engage Grumbling Grand Gorse with spikes and dressing and free Baptism Spanish Hamlet with chunky chips and a pack of cards with Joker Linear Equations of Spaghetti with photo of salad Macbeth Matrix of Pasta in green gauze with free wound and needle Hindu Blessing and free food for all who smile Cherry Tree blessed by God plus Rice and Nuts and free Tea Irish plight and potato free to all
This poem is written in the sonnet form, And yet I have my doubts about its shape Though nearly to that structure it conforms There may be holes where nightmare faces gape.
It looks and speaks just as a sonnet would And talks of metaphysical concerns. Do we conclude, as poets and readers should, That in our schizoid age we cannot learn?
For humans may be decked in clothes of wolves; And lambs be dressed in lion’s fearsome furs. Thus, sense is tricked and problems are unsolved. Landscapes etched, yet details seem quite blurred.
It looks like one,it feels like one,it speaks; Yet from these words, does human feeling leak?
Put your painful feelings into form The sonnet,villanelle, the triolet The shape controls the anguish of the storm Our wounds can shape our vision and our thoughts Remember school, where bullies made you pay? Put your painful feelings into form
Words like daggers pierce the loving heart Oh, memory must not cut us off from play The play controls the violence of the storm
Let all thought of vengeance now depart Or our spirit blackens, then decays Put those painful feelings into form
In its time the sun will bring new dawns Tears will wash our souls from black to grey The words compress,contain the bloody storm
Do not give the monsters time of day Conversation does not always pay Put your painful feelings into form The shape will heal the anguish like a balm
The moment that they told me he was gone I knew I never more would be at one. The guilt is bad, the shame is harder still That I no longer am what I would will
That I did not perceive the your state of mind That to your heart I seemed to have been blind That I was not enough to keep you here That life and death most grievous are so near
Then shamed by my emotions I withdrew Into the prison cell that no-one knew My soul was pierced , I could not own my grief Limp, submissive , blown away, a leaf.
Shame is deadly, unexposed to speech With reddened face and faltering voice I weep
The grief that was a stone inside my chest Has melted into water,now my tears That rain upon my face, that feel like death
Is human life a lesson with its tests? Must people walk with anguish down the years? The grief weighed like a boulder in my chest
God did not evoke the fierce Tempest His still small voice will whispers in the ear The rain runs down my face, I hate love’s death
I rage against the fever,give me rest The little whisper tells me,do not fear The grief stood like a boulder on my chest
The Dove flies on the current of God’s breath My shrouded eyes are wet, how is Love dear That rains upon my face, that feel like death?
From the cliff top I saw white walls sheer I shall not go again,my mind is clear The blocked grief was a stone inside my chest It turned to tears, yet still I feel love’s death
As I writer I have been sentenced to death after 50 years In future I’ll use phrases Also I am censored to death so my novels don’t make sense Do sense my feelings and be kinder to me I feel like a soporific With tea, bread and butter? The sensation of love is a distraction when doing partial differential equations. Why am I doing them? They are better than Su Doku
The hailstones pounded the window as violently,as if they had minds bent on killing;soldiers in rows and ranks rushing onwards; as each fell another and another took its place. Cold and mathematical they had a simple precise force and geometry. Into this warlike scene,floated two white butterflies Crossing and recrossing the spaces between the hail they followed a random path;now together.now apart Their unplanned,loving dance leads to mating, procreation and a future while the hailstones can only die. Seems sometimes fragile freedom is more productive than the fierce mechanical modern world can imagine. I see the butterflies now like startled flowers hunting for the sun
If we can’t do good, we may be able at least to avoid harming others But some people like President Trump either don’t know or don’t care And it seems to to be hard to know when we may be harming others Probably requires a lot of humility That is not something admired in our culture But when you are dying it may affect you unless you are totally sedated My husband used to say, as you live so will you die He died very peacefully with me singing by his side I’m a singer inside and I get messages that way.I don’t always hear them I heard the bird tapping on the window in March I saw Death like a black shape dancing in May Then I knew. I did my best and if I harmed him I am sure he forgave me We are not always able to be aware of what we are doing However we don’t always want to know Just knowing what is good is not enough We have to let it come to us and be part of us And generally Be courteous Be dignified But have fun Enjoy the life we carry within Then let it go
The butterfly is like a flower which moves its station every hour. Oh,happy is he on the wing. The vision makes me quick to sing. The flower is open in the sun, And to its heart, true love shall come. The bees shall feast and fly replete With nectar they are now full sweet. I sing of colour and of love; Blessings that rain down from above. I wish to be a flower too. Ah,that the bee could but be you.
Oh,mother dear wherever have you been To leave a cat all day is very mean Emile,I need my freedom now and then I can’t love Dave but I would like a man I must go out to buy a handsome coat Cognac is the colour I love most
Emile cried, whatever do you think I saw some frogs a-courting in the sink I was on the draining rack up there They asked me to avert my amber stare Are frogs faithful, don’t they just leave spawn? They are cold towards tadpoles unborn We saw them by Moss Bank in shallow pools Mary wonders if all frogs are cruel Stan came in with his angels right behind They are tired of heaven, they’ve resigned Here’s a pin upon which they can dance Mary was delighted and entranced Do you need a dinner now you’ve died? I wouldn’t mind a steak, the old man sighed Some buttered new potatoes and a fool Rhubarb or vanilla would be cool I have done no shopping, Mary cried I have no money for the food you like Shall I get a pizza, fish and chips That will put some colour in your lips I am only joking, Stanley said I shall merely visit you in bed Emile wept with joy to see his Dad What a spirit, is he going mad? In came Annie in her long green coat Her eyes were black and scratched was her throat I fell into the Ribble eating chips See the bruises on my purple lips Never walk on water,Mary screeched Even when you cross all Southport Beach Stay away from danger,I’ll ring Dave He will dress your bruises with his gauze
Annie did not tell them all the truth She had met her lover on the roof
We feel the bitter winter of the heart The icy hand ,the cruel teeth’s sharp bite When close friends die, when lovers break apart
Terse,cruel words can make our deep self smart The weak have little power to make things right So feel the bitterest winter of their hearts
Humans may like fruit be much too tart Thus fantasied revenge can blind with light As close friends die or false lovers depart
While we suffer, we seek maps and charts Which path to follow,which leads us aright From the bitter winter of the heart?
The muscles clench, the ligaments are taut Faces frown, in mirrors demons shriek If close friends die or lovers haste to part
The pain of loss, the tears that agitate The mental functions,all have gone on strike Stricken in the winter of the heart
Retaliation , bitter, wants to fight. Yet we have little time to see the Light We curse the bitter winter of the heart Instinct, humbler. finds for us new charts
Do not cultivate a bitter heart Nor spread the seeds of malice where you go Accept the worst, be willing, though it smarts
Do not plot your hatred on a chart Stand and feel , accept what we can’t know Do not cultivate a bitter heart
When we suffer deeply, when death parts The agony is torment passing slow Accept the worst, be willing, wounds do smart
Though we have no dagger,words are sharp The little snails have nothing but teach slow Do not cultivate a bitter heart
Do not be the tiger as it snarls Fate and death and anguish hurt us most Accept, be first, be willing, though it smarts
As we sink down further into low We see the glow worms, wondrous like lit snow Open arms and time relieve our hearts Accept, be patient, willing, that is smart
You were very close to me Often in my mind Offering me affection Humour well designed But life is rarely stable As lightly blows the sand When you seem so far away,I’m blue
The distance grows,I shiver I don’t know what to say We are different people Changing every day Like we are wearing bandages We’re wounded and dismayed Yet I’m glad you’re faraway, it’s true
Soon we will lose contact I shall be free and glad Living with your rages Makes a woman mad The love became indifference That’s what makes me sad Now you feel so far away, what’s new?
Do not leave me for the desolate grave. Do not leave me here when you are gone Do not leave me to whom love you gave Do not leave me
My tender arms, and all my body ache How soothe my mind, when near me there is none. Do not leave me for that desolate grave Do not leave me
For our thought-less love, I still do crave A founding ground that we had built upon Do not leave me to whom love you gave Do not leave me
A sorrow deep convulses like a wave Washes me of hope, of memories done Oh, do not leave me for the desolate grave. Do not leave me
I love not the charisma of men suave I loved your voice and all the love we spun Never leave me to whom love you gave Never leave me.
In my heart, your name shall be engraved In my mind, you circle like the sun Do not leave me for that desolate grave Do not abandon me for death’s embrace Do not leave me
How my heart sings 