Camel coats are just the thing today
Don’t worship in it,can a camel pray?
Better to wear wool,it does no ill
Don’t mate with rams, they are not on the pill
Some wear leather some wear plastic boots
Never marry either duck or coot
Vinyl keeps the rain out very well
If you meet a grape vine do not tell
On Sunday we would stroll to old Deane Road
My brother used to speak in. Code
My baby sister in her pram so bold
Now both have died and passed away
I can’t forget the golden rods and Mum’s coat frayed
The cemetery where we used to pray
Now Mum is dead will there be room for me
I prefer to lie beneath my tree
I hope I shall be eaten like the Host
Though I am no Saviour I have done my best
And crave the peace of nature and her rest.
The church bells ring again in harmony
Asking for some peace and charity
I rode on Daddy s shoulders held his ears
He sang and whistled I wished he was still here
Doctor I have a fraction in my leg
Learn decimals
i broke my crown
Two halves ? .
No three quarters
Doc I lost my mind
It is in your brain
i lost that too
Sorry There is no hope
How can I live ?
Keep breathing.
Doctor I can’t breathe
A miracle !
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Basically. all you need to succeed is to do things differently.
So, with your clothes, you wear your underwear on top of your outerwear.Like Madonna’s corset
There is a problem.. your outwear will get dirty next to your naked body.So you wear antiperspirant all over and after 2 days you die.Also it’s hard to walk in a skirt when you have underpants on top and even harder to use a bathroom.Still you will get noticed
And it’s not yoiur old white cotton underwear.You need bright satin and silk
Still when the undertaker lays you out, they will know who you are because the media tracked you and put your photo on the front page
You’ll be famous but dead.What more can anyone desire?
Nobody wil chase you like they did Princess Diana.
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Part 2
Write a novel…
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Take an aspidestra after food
Clear your mind of thoughts and never Brood
Rumination is a foolish skill
You are not a cow not daffodil
Do not eat roast beef with my pencil
Do not steal a penny from the till
Do not leave potatoes in your Will
Learn to spell Inferno what the hell
From time and place and season I am lost,
Disorientated ,missing tracks well worn
.Do not suppose I’m unaware of cost,
Nor label me with epithets of scorn.
For usual paths lead to the usual place.
the safest way to live and perhaps to die,
But wandering through the woods I find new space
and in wild grasses with the fox I lie
.Through distant trees, I see a way to go
As narrow as a slit in pale limestone
.I pass in silence as if in deep,deep snow
.My courage rises even as I groan.
Remember when we’re lost ,we may then find
Another way,a place,another mind.
I remember Xmas ’46.
the glowing coal,the sugar bag,the sticks
The boys had fairisle jumpers in pure wool
The golden cup of happiness was full
In the flames I saw bright dancing shapes
oh happy infant ,love, oh happy state.
on a Xmas tree were hung the chocolate coins
in the crib I saw Lord Jesus born
My sister too was soon to leave the Womb
Next time she would be there in the room
Her Celtic face was round her eyes were green
Rarely did she cry,Allanah, Queen
This was Eden,this was all our joy
Come back Love,do not our lives destroy.
Wakening up,remembering.
The rain falls onto the windows like an angel’s tears
Thinking all the time,it was a bargain they wanted
.. not this…….not this… no,no
Is there a name for this destruction
which destroys also those who commit such acts?
A haunted Europe;Britain
the interfering empire,grasping at the world’s wealth
have made a patchwork out of Eden
Here where man began to be civilised
where we learned to make an aleph bet
and to write on scrolls
where God spoke from the fire
Why is it here that the hate is so strong?
What did we steal from these Arabs
when we bought their oil and made them wealthy
Materially,only; they had the wealth of knowledge and learning; they who invented the abstractions of mathematics?How have they become who they are?
And from those learned Jews when we plundered their religion
their Book and their G-d.
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My hand reached out to touch you but all there was was air
I stared into the garden and see the birds fly off
I can’t tell you any thoughts like the ones we used to share
Are they bound for Africa, àre they plump enough?
I call out for your tender touch,I ask you to come back
All there is is silence,no love to fill my lack
I cry out for your presence now but you are flying too
I have to do this part alone
I don’t have a clue
I saw a London ambulance go by
I wonder who will live and who will die
On Yom Kippur God writes upon a scroll
The ones who will be cut off or made whole.
Who knows they have been living without heed
Thinking not. about their neighbour’s needs,,,?
We can look out if we feel. It free from fear
That is hard when demons seem to leer.
Officer,my vocation is to care for the dying
Surely God doesn’t want you to shoot them first
Well, people live too long
Too long for what ?
For me to be practice my vocation
I think there is something wrong with you
But also something right?
Who are you, Wittgenstein ?
Never heard of dear Ludwig
Neither have I.
What a paradox!
What else have you never heard of?
I am floating in the water in my maxi flowered dress
i don’t know where I’m going to,you just have to guess
No,I am not drowning.Nor shall I now confess
The priest was not amused, said my sins were very odd.
I shall not rely on him,I rely on God
He told another woman she was wasting too much time
She was thinking carefully to make her sin’s a rhyme
She was also envious but envy is no poem
Did Jesus die on Calvary because Love is a crime?
Religion is perverted to glorify the Strong
Aint’ it bleeding obvious that is sorta wrong ?
since i lost you i have lost
maybe i need better boundaries
closed doors
and windows
the wood pigeon was so strong its agitation rocked the front door like a thundergod
like you,it did not realise
there are easier ways to leave
than smashing through glass
leaving shards to pierce my heart
not to mention my feet
become a better leaver
have mercy on those other lovers
for charm wears thin but courtesy is everlasting
like love itself
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I have lost the way out from the wood
I wander in damp trees and mossy ways
Till my breath is green as is my blood
I lost my map but thought I understood
Both how to leave and how to love and play
I have lost the way out from the wood
I say that man is evil under hood
But may be it is better not to say
Till my breath has gone and I ‘ve no blood
Opponents must, like evil, torment good
For here’s the war and gone is the delay
We have lost the way out from the wood
In the ancient times, God sent the Flood
Now we have the drought, hyenas bray
Soon my breath has gone and I ‘ve no blood
Looking out, I see a strange delay
People wrangle, tortured, cannot pray
I have lost the way out from the wood
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You whose roots entwined with mine
Are torn away and thus I pine
I need your balance or I fall
In the night I hear your call .
each single.root will bear a wound .
The green blood weeps into the ground
I didn’t like to go there without you
I didn’t like to be there without you
I didn’t like to come back without you
I don’t like to be here without you
No,not without you
While the gossips chat
And I see that caf
I don’t want to live without you
And they say I’m strong
They can’t understand
I don’t want all this without you
They put me in
A metal van
It hurt my back
It’s you I lack
Tell them you’re near
And you can hear
What they don’t say
What they don’t pray
I miss you.I miss you
Come with me.
Be with me
Forgive me
Must I suffer for ever
Don’t leave me
I can’t go on with the pain
But that’s what remains
Without you
They want us assisted in dying
I think they are trying it out
They can get a lorry to crush us.
When we are totally drunk on their stout.
They could fail to pay us our pensions
Then we could end up out in the Street
Wearing old coats ànd wool vests
Eating Chips wheb we cannot buy meat
The words we use are not the world
They signify what we perceive
The words we use catch like small nails
Do not believe we can say all
We choose them well if they’re received
By hearts both tender and ap palled.
Grant us mercy to forgive
The ones who cut us as we fall
Love those who help us as we live
I fear to wear be a jumpsuit on a date
I might wet my knickers or be late
I might spill tomato, what a fate
A jumpsuit s an Enigma Turing wrote
