Mobile loans…. spend them before they fly away Mobile stones…… they may be tortoises or are you the sorcerer’s apprentice? Mobile bones…..very painful if your skull leaves your head Mobile gnomes…. they come at night to move your pens,phones,keys etc into new places Mobile moans…. someone is hurt.Go out and see or ring 999 Mobile combs..I bought 24 and still I can’t find one Mobile dome…. when the Cathedral is not good enough Mobile loam….. a bag of compost Mobile tome….. a large book flung while angry or amused Mobile gloom….. when bad moods are passed around a group Mobile tune….. it’s me humming Mobile news.. ……….pocket radio or an atmosphere covering all the UK with horrible tales about the Government Mobile shoes…. when I am asleep one crosses my room to annoy me. Mobile views…….when you keep changing your mind about political events
Now I’m feeling kind of numb on this January day The darkness came down sudden and I feel it’s here to stay Shall I make some tea and pretend that you are here I’m naked like the wood underneath that swish veneer. I’m feeling kinda nothin’ now the melancholy’s gone Should I be doing something that will give me, like, some fun? The silence is not threatening, but neither is it good Did you ever wish that you weren’t made of flesh and blood? I’m feeling so damned stupid for falling on my back My shoulder was in agony and there’s whiplash in my neck The doctor, he injected me, but he said it’s down to luck He may have missed the mark, he says,I wish I’d said,oh feck Apparently the elderly are not in much demand I heard a sorta whisper as my head went in the sand We must keep the silence or we’ll frighten off the young They don’t seem to notice but the cat will lick my hand
I didn’t know how old I was till the clock flew off the wall Isn’t it uncanny what you see before the Fall?
Are you feeling amiable today? The cat plays with the tortoise in the hay The snails have hidden as it is so warm They are praying for a thunderstorm
The dog’s tail wags, the beetles do not stay Busy with their work down in the clay The children skip and say their ancient rhymes As once I did myself in Northern grime
The parents try to hide their feelings dark Hoping for some help, some little spark Children come back in to have their tea The ginger cat is suckling progeny.
Back and forth our lives are woven so Pray that nothing breaks the threads of gold
Blind sight scattered my wits
Like whitened bones
Across the deserts of my mind.
I descended into darkness.
Love shrank into the tame cat
By the fire,unacknowledged hate
Grew to fill the room.
I stared too much.
A full stop grew gigantic
Crowded out
All the words in the sentence
I saw nothing but this dot
Now a gigantic black hole
Into which I was dragged.
An energy coming from within my own head
Sucked me into the black hole.
That place was the wrong sort of darkness.
Within that full stop,
Love Fundamental became invisible.
Disappeared into the dark.
I dragged my eyes away
And saw the moon appear,so eerie,
It shone,grey silver.
If I had opened my eyes wider
I would not now lament
What I destroyed in the wormhole
Of the black dot that drew my eye
Into a tunnel of darkness
It blinded me to the light
Did not let me read the sentences
Beside the full stop.
An error of focus left hate
Unacknowledged,unmitigated, unredeemed,
Kept from love or goodness
Afraid to spoil my love with hate,
The fear of hate became
That which spoiled all else else,
By freezing Love itself.
To fulminate against the hands of fate To vent our anger on beloved friends Will not repair our ills and our mistakes But may bring friendships to a bitter end. For who are we to know what is the best? Who are we to choose when loved ones die? And do not think this is a needed test. As if on us God wastes his time to spy. Once we were a joining of two cells The lively sperm, a salmon riding high. The egg awaiting without need for bells Is fertilised and grows that which shall die.
Astonishing that we should live at all. Unsurprising, that a loved one falls.
Exhibiting their humility and pride The trees stand tall, the branches float relaxed The buds look full, they open,coloured, shy.
Nature unfolds slowly.does not “try” Takes its needs, field lilies pay no tax Exhibiting thus humility and pride
We find our place, our gifts are not denied The holy candles glow above their wax The buds look full, they open,coloured, shy.
Society is liberal.what a lie! Who whacks the homeless and the poor,oh, tact Exhibiting their blindness and faux pride
Jesus did not speak when he was tried God was blamed when nazis tortured,racked Still the full buds opened,coloured, why?
.Europe struggles on from its last Wreck We ruined half the world, oh nuclear smack. Exhibiting dumb humility and pride The fruits look ripe yet rot before my eyes
Morale of the workers is lowered by tales of accountants and lawyers triumphantly finding new ways of helping the affluentto evade the normal tax payments Morale is crucial to any nation undergoing a crisis. Recall the“We’re all in this together spirit”of the war years. But now,it’s disheartening for the 50% living on less than the median wage of about £25,000 per annum let alone those just above it to read the stories of “Grey areas” “Offshore accounts” ,”Charities” set up from which they take just a “low” wage. To come through a crisis We need to feel we are all working And living together. And we need to acknowledge Very many people work full time And are still in poverty..still needing Housing Benefit.. so we are subsidising the firms which employ them on low wages like this. Yes,the poor children do feel the cold, They do indeed feel hunger.just like you and me. And they do worry about parents whose hope Is to win the Lottery. Those children feel emotions just like all children. Alienated now,we’ll not have too many chances To grab them before they take to drugs..crime Or worse,prostitution. We are all in the same boat But some are taking up more of it And we want to know why
They say my television is too small It’s only19 iches wall to wall But if I get a larger screen I won’t watch porn, it makes me scream I guess I’m nearly ready for the Fall
Seeing whips and gags and ropes Was it wise we sold our souls? Where is tenderness and care Where the mystery de rigeur? Imagination’s left with little scope.
I see the prices are now low £200 for pick and go The top brass hypnotize the mass As I sit here feeling mad I taught a few to think but it’s so slow
Well now the aerial will not work A gale blew off the very top The trees are frantic in the wind Mankind commits its bitter sins As God bleeds with the dying and rhe shocked
You were sitting in a chair beside your bed You were covered at the top but were bare legged Your face was black, you fell upon my breast I thought you must be feeling quite depressed
But the oxygen was lacking in your blood The sugar too was sinking in a flood I had to help them get you to lie down Put a glucose jelly on your tongue
I think you were resuscitated then The ambulance had come as fast as death They took you off to hospital ,oh God Your lungs were floating in your precious blood
Do not let them take your dying souls A rehabilitstion unit holds no hope The place for passing over is no gym They made you exercise your fragile limbs
I’m sorry I was ignorant and lost But I was with you when you died at last
I noticed the people who are more aware of the reality of the condition are not the doctors or nurses but the people who do humble jobs
In nurse led unit, they had to wait till 6.30 pm to call 111 for a doctor so when he got pneumonia it was 10.45 pm when he got antibiotics 12 hours after I could see he was very ill
There is a place for exercise but it was not appropriate here.In fact they killed him which may have been a good thing given the settings and desire to stop old people filling hospital beds when younger people may need them He died in A & E so would not appear in their statistics!
After seeing a comment in The Times that “Going on holiday is a Human Right” I was made more aware of how people with money do not know thst many people can’t afford any holidays.
Also, did anyone ever wonder whether people and goods flying vast distances across the world would have any negative consequences? Apart from the fuel being expensive, it means viruses can be transported in the same way
Two whole worlds. One small cut. One little chink. Hard to find. Very,very hard. One small place Where a very little cat Could slip right through The geometrician ‘s cut. Cat could slip right through. Just,slip straight through. Joining it’s own reflection On the opposite side. The mirror’s other side.
And if I caught that tail, If I caught her little tail, She could pull me through, She could pull me through, So she and I too We’d be on the other side, The wrong way round, On the opposite side.
So when you looked in, If you looked in, You would see me there, Looking out at you, From the opposite side. From the opposite side. And the cat beside Looking very small, Very,very small; But very,very real. How do you think you’d feel, If I was looking out, Staring at you From the opposite side?
I can’t get back. I can’t find Riemann’s cat and without that pussy cat I can’t find Riemann’s cut. I think I’m in a trap. I cannot find that cat. So she can’t find the cut To get me back, She can’t bring me back To where I was before.
Oh,how queer, To have two of me in here. I hope I’ll get on well With my other self, Behind the looking glass. No one looking in, But two are staring out. From that other world.
I am looking out, I’m looking out To see if you are there. One of you’s with me That makes the total three. Oh,dear me, I should not have grabbed Little pussy’s tail. I didn’t really know Where she meant to go.
“Where have you been? Where do you think you’ve been To get so filthy black, And where’s your pussy cat?” She never came back. Never came back From the opposite side. Mammy thought I’d lied. I don’t tell lies, But I can see my cat Staring out at me. Staring out at me From the other side. From the opposite side Of my looking glass. My lovely looking glass Has trapped my tiny cat On the opposite side. On the opposite side On the other side
And it came to pass that they ate their dinner and that she did washeth up. And she did leave the dishes to drain Whilst she put on the washing machine. and the man was very pleased.
And it further came to pass that she gave the man some pudding and he was more pleased. And then it came to pass the he fell asleep By the fire.
And the Lord God,said Who is this man that sleepeth by his fire? And He said,I shall waken him up And the man awoke, And God spake unto him
How is it that the woman laboureth in ye kitchen. And that thou sleepeth here in an armchair. And the man said, But Thou didst order women to labour. And the Lord God said unto the man Why dost thou remember so selectively what I have said? And the man said, I knoweth not and therefore I will help this woman. And the Lord God said, Why dost thou not think of it thyself? And the man said in reply, It was Thou that made me,O God.
And the Lord God was displeased with the man. so he called down a plague of butterflies To prevent him from sleeping. And when the woman came in she was much pleased to see these butterflies and so she fell onto the man And he did make love unto her. And the cat was very pleased.
For it thrilled a cat to watch humans loving and gave him hope That the Lord God would take his rib and make a mate for him. And indeed it doth seem to have happened Judging by all the cats staring in ye old window here; And by their ecstatic yelps That the Lord God was very generous with them and made them many mates. For truly there is no jealousy among them And they mate freely and happily and never have rows about the washing up.. as they eat straight from the can.Amen
Here endeth today’s lesson. Be thou kind to thy mate always
See as phallic symbols ball point pens They are thrown away like condoms used In Cambridge they will float to watery fens See as phallic symbols ball point pens Wasteful use of plastic, rout of men The sign of masculinty condemned When once a handsome pen was not abused See as phallic symbols ball point pens They are thrown away like condoms used
Everything’s designed to throw away From cheap gladrags to shoes of plastic made A mobile phone is pricey for one day Everything is made to throw away It makes me very sad for who will pay The world is rarely feeling bright and gay Unless folk smile when I forgot I paid Everything’s designed to throw away From cheap gladrags to shoes spastic and greyed
The harshness was a wish to cover pain No more could piercing sorrow be expressed The bearing of the weight came down again The harshness was assumed to cover pain The hope one could endure and take the blame The wish that someone other might be blessed The harshness was a skin to cover pain No more could piercing sorrow be expressed
What sort of wall shall we build round our selves To give us inner space and safety too? Yet too much secrecy can harm our health What sort of wall shall we build round our selves? We need make a space for grace’s stealth Who is wise and who knows what to do? What sort of wall shall we build round our selves To give us inner space,the sacred clue?
How my heart sings 