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.his own 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 own
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
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 ?
Doctor I can’t breathe
A miracle !
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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
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.
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?