Black pudding is not a dessert

Neither is steak and kidney pudding

Gravy is not grave.

Why do we stuff joints?

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

Snow up in the Pennines dressed the hills

Though the cautious thought àbout their wills

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?

Don’t exercise like soldiers on parade

Be like a tree that in soft breezes sways

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

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

I The gorgeous leaves have disappeared itoday

Now a cat is hunting for his prey

the sun is low but shining with delight

See the flock of geese as it takes flight

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

The leaves once rich and moist lie on the ground

No longer needed, they turn red and brown

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

Let yourself be breathed by mother earth .

Harmoniously we each discover worth

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

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

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

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

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