Going deaf?

The results of the experiment = the insults of a compliment
I failed my degree= I sailed nude and free
I hated mechanics—–I ate dinner on it
Panic attack=Pan on a rack
An evil sinner = Noodles for dinner
Do you repent = Who’re you to dissent?
I am a Jew = I love you too
I have got flu- I feel rather blue
Hold my hand cos I need you===Fold the sands as we need Sue
Probably a sign of schizophrenia -Horrible swine in the media
You might enjoy it – you’re right,destroy it
What’s my name= No sighs insane
She ate the meat- she hated her feet
Do you dust every chair? ..you must often swear
What’s a four letter word? Did you ever do surds?
I feel my testosterone rise….He feels his vests alight

Oh,sweeter than the love of man


Inside my mind I dream of pearls,
Caterpillars,snails with whorls.
I dream contented, all enwrapped;
With reverie and dream I’m lapped.
The inner seas will comfort me,
While gods refine my eyes to see

Oh,sweeter than confectionery
Is my Oxford diction’ry.
The words whirl round then fall to shape
The sentences which my world make.
This furnishing is rich and strange
And magically self arranged.

Oh,sweeter than the love of man
Is reading works of poets long gone;
Feeling deeply their dark tides
.Upon which our boat may glide.
The infinite sea we float upon
Is the same warm sea the ancients swam

Sweeter still is the spring air
And the blossom spreading fair
We’ll drown our selves in grassy fields
To the gods of poetry yield.
We’ll rise again and spring up tall
To grow more rich until we fall.
Then we’re compost for the worms
God enlighten these my poems

They haunt the seer

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Pendle Hill , the Langdale Pikes are me
They waken up my heart from dull, dark dreams
The marvels are the poignant shapes I see
I recognise them in the grace and fear
Pendle Hill , the Langdale Pikes are me
I’m branded with their shapes so known so dear
Yet how huge shadows frighten,haunt the seer
Pendle Hill , the Langdale Pikes are me
They waken up my heart to what may be