Another genius dream

We’re not taught wisdom in a school
We’re taught notation as a rule
When we cross a road we know
Just how fast the cars can go
To write that down in formulae
Takes much longer than a day
First we need symbols and signs
Arab libraries, our gold mines
Numbers counted ancient sheep
Goats and reindeer upward leap
Connections, patterns shapes and forms
Cold as glass and clear as dawn
Then the Plague and Newton fled
To a country farm and bed
Sitting by the apple tree
One fell down and hit his knee
Another one fell on his head
It would be worse if it were lead
His thoughts turned onto gravity
Thus his inner eye could see
Maddened by his locked down state
He saw a way to break checkmate
Calculus was his way out
It’s hard to say what it’s about
Tiny numbers dance on pins
Demons minute wave their sins
Come and go in waves or balls
They throw light on the great Fall
Use them now or let them go
They’re not real, yet they act so
After many hundred years
We can tell the speed of cars
Accelerating they go far
Ever changing like love’s eyes
Ever true like a sunrise.
But if you want to cross the road
Better use the Highway Code
Thinking too much on the kerb
What if s make our minds too scared
The body and the senses cry
Take good care and you’ll not die
Who knows if Covid 19
Will make another genius dream?

And alcohol will make me sin




Oh,doctor I am in a flap
I cannot turn this childproof cap
I cannot take my medicine
So I shall toss it in the bin

The beta blockers make me down\\
I am in a study brown.
The mini aspirins make me bruise
And my mind is quite confused.

The ibuprofen hurt my heart
Yet without one I cannot start.
The thyroxine has no effect
So now I feel my life is dreck.

The codeine fails to make me high
I’m not addicted, though I try.
I’ll have to take a shot of gin
And alcohol will make me sin

. I’ll go to parties in a dress
That makes men’s hormones more or less.
I’ll take a big one home with me,
And give him poison in his tea.

And when I am in jail at last
I’ll feel remorse for all my past.
For as I suffer dreadful pain
God has hit me yet again.

It’s not enough that I am blind
And suffer terrors in my mind
Not enough that lovers cruel
Give me stick instead of jewels.

Or maybe life does not make sense
Especially when we feel too tense.
Maybe random are my days
and my life has gone astray.

I think that I shall buy a cat
And love it tenderly and chat.
But if my cat gives me a scratch..
I’ll light its tail up with a match.

All the world must me obey
Else I’ll be enraged all day.
I want my own way all the time.
Other people must conform.

I am here and full of ills
What do you think of these blue pills?
If they take away my heart
That at least will be a start.

Then they can remove my brain
To help me with this damned pain.
Why not kill me right away
Then I’ll be from pain astray?
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For love seeks not to prey

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Katherine fictionhumorlovenonsensereflectionssonnetThinkings and poems  May 21, 2020 1 Minute

Soft corns,blisters,hard corns and toe nails
Ankle socks and stockings, tights and  boots
Cover up the wounds with dressings white
Put  your feet up, rest  by  doing nought

Skin so thin it frightens me  to think
All I am  finds boundary just here
Yet our heart and soul can  contain  more
Spreading like a shawl on loved ones dear

We cast our love like fishers cast their  rods
Not too sure  of what will take the bait
A   simile  so poor I blush bright pink
For love  seeks not to prey but rather waits

Across the entire world the hate runs wild
 Bleach your brain , don’t poison  with  your smile

Heed

Our toe nails grow more slowly than do weeds
We do not use them for defence like claws
And if we tear the skin, our toes will bleed

Take care of fingers, toes,give what they need
If we were tigers, we would have great paws
Our toe nails grow more slowly than the weed
s

On a dirty toe, do not plant seeds
Grow no runner beans, though you enjoy
And if we tear the skin, our toes will bleed

Do not grill your digits, please give heed
I give my commands for this is War
Our toe nails grow more slowly than do weeds

Fortunately toe nails do not breed
Lions have got big teeth, that gives me pause
If we break the skin, our toes will bleed

On my shin, a lion might love to gnaw
How strange a world where killing is a law
Our toe nails grow more slowly than huge weeda
Do not kick the bin, your feet might bleed