Tell Paul I’m in the hospital
he does not know,he’s dead you see
But he would want to know
He is waiting for me somewhere
I can’t understand why you won’t tell him
There must be a way to do it
Don’t deceive me any more
He is my brother
He was my brother
My brother
Ah.so
I am feeling for the many roots that curve beneath the soil
Where insects scuttle silently, where kindly beetles toil.
Roots keep huge trees from falling down,an anchor and a friend
They feed the trees and crops and flowers in spring when life expands.
I place my feelers out to learn
what other life forms know.
Everywhere the mind can think
imagination goes
The glance exchanged, the look we share, the smile
The way the body curves with silent grace
By non-verbal means we are beguiled
The movement of the eyes, the lips, make calls
That beg our bodies for a joint embrace
The glance exchanged, the look we share, the smile
We don’t know what we do, we’re reconciled
Without a trick or plan, without a trace
By non-verbal means we are beguiled
We’ve counted all the points but are they real?
Like fractal geometry our love is space
The glance exchanged, the look we share, the smile
Stillnesss come, eternity is poised
All know the dance embodied does not lie
The glance exchanged, the look we share, the smile
By the gaze and glances we are beguiled
The trees are still summer full
Heavy leaves block the waning light
Sun looks like a moon on vacation
Looking for a man
Made of green cheese
S
In the water leaves swirl round
Autumn red and dusky brown
Epping Forest high above
Sheds its leaves and naked is
Silver birches show their wood
Delicate as any love.
The red maple mighty free
Displays beauty all can see
Birds rise up in mock alarm
Destroy their foes by tender charm
Love protects both foe and friend
This is life which has no end
Iris blue and hot mud on the toes
The innocence of water as it flows
Water lilies, fountains, bubbling fun
Comfort me with apples, I am done.
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Not to be outdone by Oxford, Cambridge has been offered money to fund a Himmler scholarship by a 5th cousin of the Nazi to find out why Himmler had been so evil unlike
the rest of his family.
Maybe it will produce new ideas to teach us important facts about human behaviour.Or is it too late ?
Is there any hope ?
We became like children once again
Rolling down a grassy bank in glee
Gone was all our worry and the pain
Though we never sought to flee.
For a while we felt like little lambs
Leaping in the Pennines lower parts .
Confident we trusted in God’s hands
For noone human fully undrstands
Now I see you at the be very end
In the grace that love had kindly lent
I am frozen with the shock of my falls
Trying not to move the wrong way
Where is my voice I can’t call
Trying to recover my day.
I dont want to be prey .
The lion must go over the wall .
Have you got nothing to say
About this event, this great Fall
I cannot eat the bacon up today
I feel so sick the parrots are dismayed
They envy me though I am in decay
I am hetersexual yet I’m gay.
So I am transcendent, what do you say?
Secret bank accounts of Adolf Hitler have been found recently in Switzerland.His 5th cousin
Samantha Hitler came across them in a box in her attic.
She hopes to endow a Hitler scholarship at All Souls College
Hitler is responsible for the Europe we have today.
Judging by recent donations this should be easy, she told our reporter.Ot would an Auschwitz Scholarship be more acceptable?
Fascism and Communism are still with us Samantha cried
We need to find out why
My boundaries broken, leaks my soul to earth
Disdained by helpers out flies my own worth
My door won’t close,my body is unsafe
Being cleaned by others seems like rape
No time is free for they come when they will
Losing one’s autonomy can kill
To break into the sacred heart brings death
Destroying or debasing with cold wrath
We saw a little River near the road
Rapidly it danced as on it flowed.
Who would think the dirty river Lea
From such delightful springs would come to be.
As by the happy meadows it flowed by
We lingered on the edge where flowers lie.
Little cranesbill, daisy,buttercup
Silver rain will water this fine. crop
We were all helpless at birth and without Care we would die .
So when we are ill or disabled the memories be flood us more for those with bad memories
Anyone who is rude or cruel will have a bigger by effect than normal.It can be very frightening in hospital.
While I have been in hospital I have found some of tm the staff respond to patients in a manner described by R D Làing in his book The Divided Self.
I could hear someone crying every evening for several hours
I could not decide if it was a baby, The wailing was like a baby’s but the larynx was too powerful, I eventually found it was patients with dementia..
Before that I was told I was imagining it I was afraid wondering if my distress was making me sad and I was projecting it into someone else.
It is sad and I feel it but that is better than being told you are round the bend
Then people I was phoning asked me who it was.So it was they could hear it
The crying has been heard by me now in 3 places.i find it is the same strange sound Exactly the same whoever they are It is not personalised.It may be a default sound I feel their grief. I have worked with the elderly but I have never heard this sound before I notice the average age of people in these places is much older than when I am spent my vacations working in hospitals and homes.,It is tragic
The parsnip soup was delicate yet strong..
Here the flavour lingers on my tongue
We had chopped fruit and ice cream in a tub
All I need is he whom I still love.
I need to be caressed but not too much
I shall beat off strangers with a crutch
For women are no longer victims of strong men
Hear my words and write them with a pen
Before a year had passed I lost our child
No longer newly weds on the Church aisle
No longer pure and innocent and free
In love with death for God has tortured me
I am not Job my bloody sheets agree
I’ll not beg for mercy , hear my plea
O dangerous cliffs I’ll wander with the wild
For God has killed my heart and now my child.
What to you may be a worthless weed
Bears its little flowers to create seeds
Thus it spreads itself as Love requires
Humble speedwell,hear of our desires.
In the pavements cracks were home to grass
The sidestep slabs were broken like thick glass
When heavt frost came, rain made frozen pools
I trod in them as I tore up to school
The crackling ice, the mist dropped on the park
Our ginger cat, the trees, the dog that barked
A woman in the kitchen making tea
The oven by the fire, the big door key
Little signs spark tender memories
The future fiction, past a lost abyss
Grass blades, little weeds, small snails
Tender scents that guide the lost and frail
Getting ever thinner by the day
I refuse to disappear or just decay
The food for geriatrics is too sparse
We need to hunt on gay old Southwold Marsh
We walked in rhythm as if life were our dance
Holding hands, we smiled whilst on our way
Exchanging too a soft and loving glance
We walked in rhythm as if love were a dance
Showing both the strength and the nuance
I wish my love were still with me at play
We walked in rhythm, our life a home made dance
Holding hands, we smiled whilst on our way
A light spray of Dettox covered Mary’s upper lip as the sweet maid followed her morning routine.
I am coming to wash you, the Carer announced
I hope they won’t spray my entire body with Dettox,Mary thought anxiously.It does not kill the virus
What about the backless night gown?
It sounds provocative But it is not.. Made of plastic it dries rapidly but it stops air drying your skin.
Why don’t they ask if you want to be washed?
The care is impersonal, You are merely an old person.They want a photo but not for sentimental reasons Just first safety with pills etc
At least they don’t sexually abuse us, we pray.
My organs have shrunk into my body I can’t see them myself.It is how they feel
And so cry all of us
In fields of lushest buttercups we ‘d lie
We’d watch the clouds as gently they blew by.
Love was born we thought would never die.
But now you’re gone and here I sadly sigh
That love itself remains without your form
Yet tears of loss enfold me like a storm.
I knew you’d never hurt or do me harm.
I felt your smile’s embrace, so wide, so warm.
How is the world,now emptied of your being?
No sound,no touch,no smell,no sight,no seeing.
How is the world when you have gone ahead
Yet I must linger in my lonely bed?
Some days I weep with gladness for my friends
Some days I weep in sadness without end.
The trees are still summer full
Heavy leaves block the waning light
Sun looks like a moon on vacation
Looking for a man
Made of green cheese
S
How my heart sings 