Enigmatic like a midday dream

The fallen sun makes black the trees that lean
Its liquid centre thrown up wild and bright
Enigmatic  like a midday dream

The  pinky edges shift in  sun’s bent beams
Do they convey the aura of the light?
The fallen sun makes black the trees that lean

I wonder where my haunted eyes have been
In the forests deeper than the night
Enigmatic  like a midday dream

Schizoid, lacking affect,  a  slit scream
Destroying what is left of love and sight
The fallen sun makes black the trees that lean

Here we saw wild primrose by the stream
The castle of the Tudors soft in  blight
Enigmatic  like a midday dream

Bewildered people  kill their own insight
Toss their fears , into the weak to bite
The failing sun as pure as  boiling screams
Enigmatic  are our midnight dreams

A real cat

This is mainly terza rima.Please see the link at the end

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I saw a tabby cat upon my stairs
Gazing at me as I locked the door
Sitting calmly with a noble stare

I never thought I’d see a cat in here
I felt one lean against me in the night
A waking dream that brought delight not fear

I had no evidence such as cat bites
No scratches and no purring, no miaows
I did not wake and put on a night light

I left the cat flap open to allow
A little cat to enter & deter
The mice and rats with sharp teeth too endowed

Now this real cat has gone well polished hair
He had a coat of real and shining fur
His eyes are green and calm like winter seas
He hid away, he’ll come back should it please


No privacy, no silence, it appalls

The poor can’t take this lockdown for too long.
They have no back gardens, no birdsong
Their bed rooms shared, or they have none at all
No privacy, no silence, it appalls
I hear them talked about in cruel ways
“They go into McDonalds every day”
Would you cook your meals in red wine bathed
If you had only got a microwave?
They can’t keep warm in winter in their homes
McDonald’s is a luxury they earn
Clean and neat with heating and hot drinks
They sit and look at me , like I’m the Sphinx
The average reading age in Britain’s nine
They can’t read Boris’ letter, that’s malign

If it freezes they will die or less

You must eat your dinner on a plate
Do not contradict me,it’s your fate
The plate has golden edges, is it Royal?
The very thought will make our tempers boil

Spanish Catherine and the wicked King
Not worth keeping any golden ring
Anne Boleyn was clever ,not astute
No man should have courted her with lutes

Jane Seymour was so wise she chose to die
Uneasy lies her body, give a sigh
Katherine Parr was widowed twice I read
Before she entered into Henry’s bed

Widowed once again she met her mate
Thomas Seymour, it was not too late
If Henry were religious he would know
We submit to God, not gold and blows

Anne of Cleves escaped the rape of Kings
Looking plain and simple safety brings
She lived a wealthy life yet now has gone
This is what we meditate upon

The House of Tudor ended with Queen Bess
Now ruled by cunning Scots, we engage less
Yet even now the Scots breath their cold breath
If it freezes they will die or less

After all his efforts, Henry failed.
Would that he had trodden on a nail
The effort and the willpower were a waste
His manners angered God, as did his face

Wisdom divine

Eat your breakfast as the sun goes down
Like a cannon ball fired with no aim
In the morning eat your own packed lunch
One that needs no heated grill or flame

Always take a thorough wash at night
In the morning,dress without delay
The early bird will miss the stolen worm
So open its account now on Ebay

Sleep in summer in your dress of voile
Then get up ready for another day
Washing takes up time when we might read
Or with a naughty lover we might play

With a little wisdom, change your ways
If your mind’s unclean then you must pray

The less you wear

Oh,woman it is not your long gold hair
That draws the man into your little lair
It is your independence and your mind
Your morals and your dignity so fine

Never worry if your looks are plain
Do not suffer anguish,mental pain
For if you know the ten commandments well
You know men cannot worship you and tell

lIf your hair is thin and full of grease
Men will come to you on bended knees
For they fear too much beauty will engross
Illusion binds the heart and mind once foes

Do not be so anxious to be fair
Men will love you more the less you wear

The grit and then the pearls

When God came down , the rivers overflowed
Great trees were floating ,angled and exposed
The houses broke up like whole loaves to crumbs
The hearts of humans  trembled  till they hummed

The winds deceived, the gusts unmeasured stung
The churchbells shuddered then untimely rang
The power was cut and all our screens were dark
Where were the rulers, where the saving Ark?

The women  giving birth were paralysed
The babies in the womb took ill and died
Their cradles rocked the world,  they swung so fast
And in a moment all of life had passed

In the void, God started  his new  world
Rich and strange,  the grit and then the  pearls


Constant rumination kills the soul
Restrain your thinking and so become more whole
I write the sentence down, just like I speak
I find my native tongue lets symbols leak

My mind is like a small holed metal sieve
I hope I shall be kind and will forgive
What remains is worthy of a place
As for my mistakes, I beg your grace

Some minds are deep,clear streams their thoughts like fish
Other minds are tortured ,spin and crash
Keep on swimming like the drowning frog
He turned the milk to butter as he trod

Do not linger long on cruel thoughts
Scruples come from Satan, he’s worth naught

Trembling with anxiety will circulate your blood

They say we ought to exercise
Walk up and down the stairs
Never use a Lift instead
Despite the tear and wear

I think I’ve found the answer
It’s as simple as can be
Just shake your limbs and head about
While you watch TV

But if you’re very nervous
That will do you good
Trembling with anxiety
Will circulate your blood

Or if you see men following you
Then run until they stop
They might be a fantasy
So do not call a cop

Agitation’s terrible
But even that’s ok
You won’t be able to sit down
Ot even kneel to pray

So have a nervous breakdown
You will live to ninety nine
You may not enjoy it much
But it fits my little rhyme

I suppose the answer is now plain
We have to choose our way
Loose and happy on the sands
Or shivering all day

When you die the Coffin men
Will thank you if you’r slim
Maybe a nervous breakdown
Is better than many a gym

My husband is so funny with his epileptic wit

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My husband is so funny with his epileptic wit
He gives me fine convulsions on this armchair as I sit
He sees such charming visions, he does not need a drug
When we are in bed at night he makes me feel quite snug

He throws me out of our big bed when we’re both asleep
He thrashes all the bedclothes, is it a lover”s leap?
He sees the angels dancing, they only have one pin
They are like infinity, uncountable and thin

He wakens in the morning and finds me on the rug
He remembers nothing, he asks if I’m a dog
Then he brings me tea and toast, he’s very kind and good
He’s as a witty as a clown can be, he never sheds his blood

He is hiding from me now,I can’t find him anymore
Yet even though he’s gone away,I still hear him snore


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Sleep,sweetheart,sleep I am still here
Holding you as close, as close can be
Let your mind be free of any fear
Sleep,sweetheart,sleep I am still here
Now and always, I will keep you near
Angels will be singing, you are dear
Magnificent the hosts yet few can see
Sleep,sweetheart,sleep I am still here
I hold you close, though soon you will be free

The ending of the Play

Where are you now, when I am here alone?
I cannot feel the truth, you’ve gone away
Is this my punishment, must I atone?
Where is love , when I am here alone
With heavy heart,with warm flesh turned to stone?
Though grief has made me anxious and I moan
This must be the ending of our Play
Why have you gone, when I am all alone?
I cannot be relaxed, you’ve gone away

Chew these words

Please do not eat your own words at the table
My eyes rolled like marbles in the gutter but how could I see?
She was full of smart bones and loose joints but it was a bad idea to give her
a date or ten
The doctor seemed to put blue rubbers into my ear but they were a thermometer
Since I was the only patient, I could not mate in the hospital
Her eyes nearly came out of the bed
Her eyes were like sharks teeth
She muffled her cheeks in wool
I did not suffer from my hallucinations.I found them very moving
We used to meet at dawn or 8 am whichever was later
I do wish he’d put his clock back.
He swallowed my words.
My voice was strangled by a wolf
He stole my vice and was transformed into electricity
My eyes were so big he fell in
Then we all fell out

I’m feeling very loose

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I can’t wear no trousers cos my bladder’s gone to pot
When it leaks and flows my face goes red and hot
So wearing skirts is easier, as noone else will note
My bottom’s hidden gorgeously, halleluja, a teal coat

My feet have got three arches and now all of them have dropped
My toes are twisted sideways and get into tightish knots
My shoes are on a stretcher and I am in a chair
My feel look really horrible when like me they are bare

If you despise this poetry, blame it on my jab
My head is reeling wildly, the pain is like a stab
My hands were once so slender, my sister was annoyed
She thought I’d get attention from the handsomest of boys

My eyes are large and beautiful but they are not much use
But I have learned insouciance and I’m feeling very loose.

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So sorrow’s ale  brings   memories of joy

The art of musing isn’t hard to learn
Instead of tablets,screens,electric toys
A spacious mind may entertain  the spurned

We each  learn this when we need to mourn
As  companions leave, of sympathy  devoid
The art of musing isn’t hard to learn.

As milk ‘s transformed to  butter  when we churn
So sorrow’s ale  brings   memories  of joy
A spacious mind  may entertain  the spurned

The art of living is  one art  we earn
By patience and  with tempers un-annoyed
The art of musing isn’t hard to learn

As life goes by,how greatly we may yearn
For lovers lost in  wars akin to Troy
A spacious mind can entertain  the spurned.

Unlike  that  mistress tempted to be coy,
We open up our our minds to marvelled joy
The art of musing isn’t hard to learn
A spacious mind  may  entertain  the spurned

Like butter in the sun

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My heart is soft like butter left in sun.
Much more heat and it will melt and run
Oh, why do we have feelings,why engage
When friendship turns into such bitter rage?

I do not wish to live remote and stern
As if I am so perfect I can’t learn
Pain too deep can mortify the flesh
Turn us into robots fit for trash

All I need is an enormous fridge
Which will make me harder than sweet fudge
I’ll go inside and pray for peace each day
If I freeze to death,I shall not say.

Oh, be of merry heart,my friends and foes
When love comes in, a little hate will go

Thank you for messing with my life

Thank you for telling me I have won a million pounds.I can’t send money to you as I have no bank account.
And I didn’t buy a ticket

Yes,I was in a crash last week but it was my computer

No, my husband did not take a woman to an hotel last week.His ashes are here

My husband did kill a spider but only because I dropped the urn when dusting

If you were the Tax Office you would speak English.

I did not enter a competition for a 67 inch TV.We use centimetres now

I do not want a visa for the USA.I have no passport.And no money

There was an accident here, you are correct.I trod on a spider and I am still weeping.The spider is too

Make the words fit the metre

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Oh,Emile got up, then he yawned & stretched
Cat pandiculationFor cats get stiff and cats get tense
They won’t write no dissertations
Emile called to Stan and Stan got up
Pet manipulationion
Stan made tea and fed Emile
Emile’s ecstasisulation
Mary came and she saw old Stan
Oh, a manifestation?
Are you real,she called to him
What impertinentication!|
I like your cheek, her husband cried
Show me your appreciation
Where is that, his dear wife said.
Is it underneath my aprion?
Well,Leonard Cohen did mention this
I’m damned by my own veneration
Oh,Stan get up and get us gin
This is pure excruciation
Calm down,Mary.I am back
This is a mere notification
Well,I have got myself another man
What a pestification
Does he sleep by you in bed at night?
There may be an evacuation
Don’t be rude, we thought you had gone
I’ll drown in my own perspiration
I feel such shame at seeing these men
It’s torment and it’s a tribulation
The doctor told me you were dead
Is it conspirification?
Send a code to my phonionion
That will verify my restoration
And om

Saturday night

Thanks for calling to tell me I am owed insurance money after that bus ran over me in Uxbridge Road.However,I have died since.My funeral is today at 6 pm

Thanks for asking me what I think of your telephone service.I prefer Westminster Cathedral.

Thanks for saying I have a beautiful voice.However you may not realise I am 87 and no longer date strange men or indeed women or other human beings.

Thanks for the offer of three pairs of shoes for the price of two.I have 50 pairs of shoes now so I must turn down your offer or buy a new home.T

hanks for sending me the Sun.If the Guardian is not there I’d prefer nothing at all to come or if you are desperate for money send The Telegraph

Thanks but the LRB is too much for me already.It gives me a certain je ne sais pas or qua or da da as I walk into the Turkish Cafe for my coffee.It keeps men at bay.And women,I hope.I love Jesus best.

Please stop writing to me.I don’t speak Russian.I don’t even know if it is Russian.And I do not want to be your wife.Or a spy

Struggling to stay human


Of the evils,,devil, world and flesh
The world is what is worst of life and death
We may pray in chapels with stained glass
Then let migrants drown while we’re at Mass.

Christians desired to convert this world
That ended when the atom bomb was hurled
The Jews and Muslims lived in Spain in peace
Till Christian Monarchs killed them with no grief

The flesh is not an evil in itself
Coercion of another makes ill health
Abandonment of children and the weak
Disillusioned, insecure we break

Now I’ve lost my faith I face the gulf
Struggling to stay human above all else

Cruel world

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The fearsome wildness of the natural world
Where tigers kill and sharks drag up their prey
Where viruses destroy both friends and foe
And cancer kills young children every day

The world was never made for our demands
Creation and destruction seem to be the way
Evil men can love a Schubert song
While better ones kneel down but cannot pray

Can we imagine God in our own form
Who could take pleasure in psychotic rage
Could listen as we say our night time prayers
Could cut and paste to make their own collage?

Touch your loved ones with your tender hands
Beggars can’t be choosers,understand


A strange comingling of the mills and moors
Green of nature,smoke from chimneys glowers
While sheep graze their wool is touched by smoke
But higher up the ground is bare of hope

Peering down I recognise the view
Rows of terraced houses share a loo
Women wear their aprons with panache
Boys are playing,give or take a bash.

Miners walking home with faces black
Painters with their ladders and their sacks
Little girls are skipping with their ropes
Cats are watching idly, kittens mope

Which way shall we go, we must decide
The green hill with no walls, the red brick eyes?