Black pudding is not a dessert
Neither is steak and kidney pudding
Gravy is not grave.
Why do we stuff joints?
Month: November 2021
Some shelled shore
Walking to the bus stop from our door
We fell into a subtle harmony
Like little children dawdling on the shore
No haste, no chiding, wanting nothing more
Like swimming in a balmy pale blue sea
Or walking to the bus stop from our door
Who is known and which one is the knower?
What is here and what is yet to be
For little children dawdling on the shore?
Setting aspirations ever lower
No competing, rush nor victory
Just walking to the bus stop from our door
Though human who gave us creative power?
Who has loved and who evoked in me
The feel of dawdling on the sea, the shore?
Who hears the sorrow, plangent , of the sea
Where earth and stars reflect so rhythmically
Walking with you touching nevermore
Oh, that I were with you on some shelled shore
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What if
What if the moon fell from the sky
And all the Bishops told us lies?
Viruses are out to play
We wonder which of us must pay
The snow fell softly on the graves
Who will spend and who will save
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Stan’s mind starts to wander
Stan put on his hat and went down the spring green garden where a blackbird trilled.The sunlight was very strong,almost glaring in intensity.That’s an interesting word,more commonly used to describe the angry expression on the face of an adult who believed he is a position of power,he thought.
It pains most people to be glared at, he reminded himself.
Stan’s wife Mary had a habit of humming or even singing as she went about her day at work or home.Usually sshe didn’t realise!
He recalled the day she came home from her Art Class to amuse him with a tale of a very wealthy and dominating lady who had suddenly glared at Maru and shrieked,
Is there something wrong with you?
Mary said,
Yes, there is actually. but I don’t usually talk about it except with the doctors.
Why not ? shrieked the woman nastily in her dominatrix style
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Snow
Snow up in the Pennines dressed the hills
Though the cautious thought àbout their wills
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Like a natural god, the geese divine
When we walked I held your hand in mine
We walked round a small lake to see geese fly
We sauntered, in a rhythm were aligned
Time had stopped, the geese in circles climbed
Then swept onto the path as we came by
When we walked I held your hand in mine
Like a natural god, the geese divine
Landed in their beauty with a sigh
We entered a new rhythm, were aligned
On the shining water geese in line
Float and hunt for food with little cries
When we walked I held your hand in mine
In our garden for your love I pine
I cannot love another till I die
We sauntered, in a rhythm were aligned
God is on the mountain with his lyre
Singing of the beauty of desire
When we walked I warmed your hand in mine
We lived attuned to love until you died
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Thanks
Illness pain and treatment sap our strength
Till we wonder is there something left
Why accept the suffering and the angst
Does any God seem worthy of our thanks?
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Like a tree
Cold winter
The frost and sun make images that sing
To our human hearts much joy they bring
Be less active, let perception be
All that matters to humanity
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Would you like it?
The pathos of her howl cuts through my bones
Dementia is the illness noone knows
For hours of night and day she calls again
The staff are underpaid,yet care remains
Yet should sick people have to hear her. cries
As some of us will live yet some will die
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Storm
Leaves
The leaves once rich and moist lie on the ground
No longer needed, they turn red and brown
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Geese
Beetles
Oh lovely leaves you die and fall to earth
Even nature’s favourite has no worth
All that lives will age and duly rot
Making food for beetles to beget
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Old leaves
In three November weeks the red leaves died
No more to flaunt their glory and their pride
They turned a dinghy brown as they each dried
Now they fall to earth down there to hide
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Leaves
The leaves once rich and moist lie on the ground
No longer needed, they turn red and brown
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The hand upon my tiller
Come back to me, my sweetheart
Don’t leave me all alone.
Come back to me, my darling
I can’t believe you’ ve gone.
I’m crying ‘cos I’m feeling blue again.
I’m crying’cos I’m falling like a stone.
Oh, let me tempt you with my beauty
And my mind forever young.
Let me tempt you with my spirit
My laughter and my songs.
I’m crying ‘cos I never did you wrong.
I’m crying ‘cos with you I still belong.
I thought maybe I’d follow,
To see where you have gone
But there’s a hand upon this tiller
That is not mine alone.
I’m crying ‘cos I wrote this old blue song.
I’m crying ‘cos I’ve missed you for too long.
The hand upon my tiller
The mystery of the dark
The unknown one who lives in me
And sings like a skylark.
I’m singing ‘cos I wrote you a new song.
I’m singing ‘cos the cat ain’t got my tongue
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With each image ,still your dreaming heart
To write a poem will take our entire heart
Our mind and soul, our body and our dreams.
With trepidation,take a pen and start
Let preconceptions , though well meant, depart
Creative work evades such plans and schemes
To write a poem will shake the entire heart
We travel lands unknown without a chart
With our courage, trust the dark unseen
For inspiration,take our pens and write
We bite the apple,bitter, hard and tart
Knowledge enters in its dream -like streams
To write a poem will move each living heart
No logic,reasoning, signs, however wrought
Will bring to life the holy pattern’s themes
With each image ,still your dreaming heart
The earth ,the oceans, seas, the sacred scenes
Where humans live out daily what life means
To write a poem , we need a mystic’s heart
In emptiness, we fill our pens,we start
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Air
And on the world shall I bestow my wrath?
When true love’s gone and doom hangs over head
When life runs like a river to the sea
Then shall I take new lovers to my bed.
And with their carnal touch consoled be?
When life runs like a river to the sea
Then shall I take new lovers to my bed.
And with their carnal touch consoled be?
When my love lies and break my woman’s heart
. When life seems grey and rocks bestrew my path
. Then, shall I my life of evil start
And on the world shall I bestow my wrath?
When true loves lie and wreck all loyalty.
When puzzlement makes all the world seem mad.
Then I shall upend causality
And let myself do deeds which make me glad.
When puzzlement makes all the world seem mad.
Then I shall upend causality
And let myself do deeds which make me glad.
For I have love’s own child inside my soul
And I shall tend her till at last she’s whole
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Poems are caught like music in the air
Poems are caught like music in the air
Passing by ,they float on a light breeze
To land upon a mountain side afar
Or in a desert hot and very bare
Written in stranger’s dreams with seeming ease
They do not come here in a motor car
Nor ride upon a motor bike like man
But on their way to earth they love to tease
They do not answer on their way to where
Who knows if they want to talk or can
Oh, lines bizarre
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No breeze
How sad it is to see dried river beds
The clouds no longer weep my love is dead
The water does not flow, there is no breeze
The leaves have fallen from the summer trees
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So lonely
Many lonely people
living in one street
Can they get together nie
why don’t they all meet
Noone likes to bare their soul
Others may attack
But if you need more people
You must show us lack.
You are feeling empty
Hollow in your heart
Nobody may notice
You must make a start
Grab your courage strongly
Love is on your chart
Do not wander wildly
Still your gentle heart
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Name a few definite ones
You were the centre of my universe
[What is a universe,by the way?]
You were the light in my life
[What about the sun?]
You were perfect in every way
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So why did you choose me?
[Why, what’s wrong with you?]
Now, you have thrown me away
Seems as if I am trash
But some folk save the wrong things
Or put them in the wrong wash
[That might be a metaphor]
My washing machine only works on the rapidest wash
[Good grief, that sounds positive]
Since it’s only 14 minutes long ,I do it twice
[Why would people want to know this?]
Sometimes I just do rinse and spin
‘But I didn’t realise that was an option at first
[Who cares?]
I am trying to save money so in future I shall just do one
{ Why wash them at all, just steam them!]
I love elecricity
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Emile and Smokey
Annie went into Mary’s kitchen to look at her new grey kitten
Will Emile not be jealous of Smokey,she asked nervously?
No, he says he’d like to pass on his knowledge to other cats,Mary sighed
What knowledge? Annie said intrusively?
Well, how to get on with me like Stan,Mary murmured
Surely all men are different,Annie said thoughtfully?
I suppose so, but they do have somethings in common,Mary rambled on
Such as?
I’ll have to be careful or I will be hounded by the politically fairly correct,said poor Mary
How can you be fairly correct? Annie enquired
It’s like fuzzy logic….. a thing is no longer right or wrong, true or false,and so on
It’s a many valued logic,Mary said in her peculiar manner ; very rapid speaking combining a Northern accent with the vocabulary of a scientist thus rendering her unfit to read the Newsfor the BBC,ITV Israel, Al…
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This frail membrane is our boundary
My room is warm and comforting and light
This feels like kindness , brings my skin delight
I remember being held in loving arms
And soothed by songs as sweet as any balms
Let the lamplight run across the eyes
Let them soften to a wider gaze
Let the hair be free from sprays too strong
Let the skin enclose us softly like a song
We can’t deny the skin is often pricked
Or beaten by a parent who’s too strict
More fragile than a leaf from any tree
This frail membrane is our boundary
Floating into sleep in reverie
I lose myself while God imagines me
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Tension
Oh doctor I am suffering pain
How can I relax my brain?
It’s not a muscle so I read
While I lay down on the bed
Hubert Benson wrote some books
I might find one if i look
He tells muscles to let go
Tension make us full of woe
How to calm your mind and heart
When so called friends have
made you smart
Take a bath in scented water
Seek for people full of
laughter
Eat good meals and feed the cat
Just wait here I have to stop
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The words
Every Time I see a four letter word I add another letter
Oh,fluck the Men are here where is my frock?
Oh fluck, why not shriek English
What creap for dinnrr
He writes too much cramp for me
You tweat, you broke my heart
You twist my swords
What shirt you speak at home
You are shifty
Blondy hell,Africa is me
I am damed if I will swear
Where did the count go ?
What count?
The beast one.
You are e-vile
You are e-book
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Love in the hair
How can I love a man with rough white beard
Unless He lets me trim it with my shears
My own body hair has disappeared
Though on my chin two hairs appear
Neither màle nor female we shed years
No-one loves the old nor dries their tears
Their skin flakes off their ears can’t hear
Their eyes have shrunk they seem to leer
Forgive us Lord and help us steer
For in the darkest places you are near
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Shark in law
The demented people cry like dark wild wolves
Eery as a shark might be in Hull
When the Humber Ferry is half full
A shark slides on and makes the vessel bulge
It’s very cold in winter on that sea
So much water bythere and yet no tea.
Demented by the worry of misrule
Every Briton now asks for more gruel
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My hospital resolutions
I will take everything personally
I will interpret all events in the worst way
I will never look on the. bright side
I will show the doctors I know more than they do.
I will refuse to wear backless gowns for procedures on my front.And vice versa.
I will prove stronger than most anaesthesics but feel no pain
I will likely see hallucinations and become crazy but only for an hour at most
I will recover faster than the speed of light
How my heart sings 