Mobile Stews

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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


I’m feeling kinda nothing

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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 venee

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 fec

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?

Holiday Monday

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

On falling down the full stop at the end of a sentence

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.

Astonishing that we should live at all.

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.

Yet rot

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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

A brown study

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A brown study

old-fashioned mood in which you are very involved in your own thoughts and not payingattention to anything else:I could see she was in a brown study.He sank back on his pillow and fell into a brown study.

“We’re all in this together spirit”

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