An old bunch of flowers floats down the river
A cat watches from the bank, its claws milk the grass
The sun is shining
Peace
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Month: November 2021
Do we care?
Why should a carer paid so little care?
They can be as wicked. as they dare.
Would you volunteer to clean our bums
No longer babes the future is to no fun
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I forged myself
I forged my life myself and I was sent down
With sentences and bags of verbs and nouns.
Thus it was I found my study brown
I dwelt inside,my forgery was renowned
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The phone call
Mary decided to phone the Samaritans as she got very depressed reading the News
She rang 116123
Eventually a voice said
What can I do for you ?
Mary cried: probably nothing
She hung up
Emile was añgry
I wanted to hear you talking about your problems
he mewed.
Well I may tell you later.Mary murmured blushing.
And so are all of us.
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Tears
I shall fill the river Lea with tears
Washing out the shadows of my fears
Panic hit me like a heavy blow
Where I go to nobody can know
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God
I have no sense of humour left tonight
My candle s going out where is the light ?
I hate the human race, they like to fight
God is not be amused but will he bite ?
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Dread
Yes
It’s better to paint your house the colour of the trees than to paint the trees to match your house
Katherine
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False
If I forged myself I am not true
I am someone noone ever knew it
Or am I copied from a famous man
Giving him a bosom of some span
Do not confuse with your art and craft
In the corner angels often laugh
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Sun in November
The sun shines on the river and it gleams
Sparkling water,bouncing golden beams
Two ducks float without much will or hope
Let them find it some pleasure as they mope
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In the river dark
I see the bunched carnations floating by
Lost love turns dark and suffers its own night
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Screen
The screen turnss pink as
Sunset comes again
No need for çlocks,no thinking
in dark rain
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Like rain
The air is sweet the grass as pure as rain
The Tower of London bloody past, the deaths, the pain
God can’t exist, the murder tree still reigns
Though children play in dusty little lanes
Where Christ is ringed by fire, the end of time
And fools paint pictures though we have no frames.
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Waltham Abbey
The lines of stone protrude from a green lawn
Marking where the Abbey Walls once stood
Near the grave of Harold black rooks caw
Giving me çold shivers in my blood
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Civis
The river
The river cannot change its path again
Its ancient waters soaked up all the rain
An icy glacier chiselled through hard rock
Leaving Epping Forest on the top.
Now we find the bodies of the dead
Murder victims, kidnapped as they fled
Women cooked the dinner,fed the child
With the wolves and foxes to abide
The husband who was wealthy should have paid.
Though wives are not unique in any way.
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Why not?
Why not live as if life matters ?
Then it is will become real
As the cat licks up by the batter
And the lovers turn the wheel
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Conic sections
Ellipses like squashed circles
make me smile
But what about hyperbolas ?
No comedy there.
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My novel
Do not read my novels I demand .
I’d like to write my own on Southport Sands.
I have a plot that came in a bad dream
So I have got some good from all my screams.
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Less
Autumn
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Geese and sky
The car park
The river full of Ducks has been and gone
They made a narrow car park thereupon
Numerous cars and cabs block out the sun
No more breeding birds allowed
Their fun
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Would I were
I wish I were a wild wild goose
And I could fly and seek
Looking for my lost lost love .
With eyes that cannot weep.
What is my life when I love none
And noone loveth me
When all are fled when all are gone
Take me to the sea
I saw the hills I saw the lakes
I saw the mighty ocean
What is beauty what is joy
When my true love is broken
I peck my breast I shed my blood
The pure white goose would die
Take me to the cold. cold earth
Under a cruel white sky
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Goose
Disoriented, lost,the wild goose flew
Seeking for its mate which lately died.
As if it never saw ànd never knew
The mourning song of doves is not a lie
So birds and other creatures share our pain
Hoping that the lost will soon return
Yet this is final, none will come again.
Unless we day dream, till we lose our way
Believing our own fantasies, we pay
And so our heart will freeze or it will burn.
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The looking glass is truth
NoteI like the idea that we are healed when we see ourselves truthfully
I think it’s odd that we pay psychotherapists to tell us our defence mechanisms and self deceits,but we don’t like it when friends point them out,free,without charge.I find religious imagery is useful to a poet as a metaphor
Poem
God’s Son was here on earth.
A young girl gave Him birth.
His words remind us of our worth,
Give hope of heavenly mirth.
He brought the gifts of love-
To cure our bad eyesight.
But we don’t want to see,
To have the painfulness of light.
We love our flaws without knowing,
Even when the effects are growing.
We rage when someone points them out,
We’d rather stay in dark and doubt.
Than have our weakness showing
But when you seek advice
From someone kind and true,
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Love You Always
I remember using a
poem generator before but this is very facile
In summertime, our love is peaceful,
like murmuring daisies floating in the soft breeze.
above our faces,tickling us in playful gestures
In wintertime, our love is warmer—
it walks from bath to bed each night
wrapped and rosy
after a day in heavy,hampering clothes
If skies are blue, our love is out of doors
— two people travelling in the sun to an unknown place,
unafraid and filled with joyful hope
If thunder rolls
our love is moody,
a refuge from the skulking rain and hail.
The lightning flirts across our faces.
Reminding of darkness and fear
Lear
Faustus
When spring flowers bloom,
snowdrops unrolled
bluebells dangling by the stream
and the celandine
our love is soft,
like quiet curved petals on the crocus.
When the autumn leaves down fall,
our love is deeper and we…
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Sheep
Too much rain
Heavy rain has made the river full
It overflows its banks, goes where be it will
From higher Epping rivulets descend
The great trees shed loose leaves as down trunks bend
The birds are silent,hoping for some sun
The people wander weeping like old men
Tears like melting hailstones wet my face
Round the ancient bridges children race.
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Catheter country
On Sunday evening not unaware that I had had trouble with the catheter in my bladder, the carers placed the urine bag near the end if my bed,put a pillow on top.Then my feet were on top of the pillow.Was it Unconscious work ?
So my bladder became painfully full.
On being questioned,they said it was not deliberate.
Well they could have fooled me
If they had baked a cake would they say they didn’t mean to?
Do we believe their claim/?
Follow their behaviour here though no names will be made public.
I don’t. know the names yet.
There is low level sadism around alas
How my heart sings 