Does God forgive every one?
Only every other one
Does God like me?
How could we know,?
So don’t go getting yourself crucified.
Why am I here?
It is where the armchair is
I didn’t mean it that way
I meant what is the meaning of my life?
They will tell you after death
Who are they?
I don’t know yet
The Beatles were an elastic Band
who preyed on guitars at night
Their lyrics were originally poems
Like the Tongue of Songs
The old wisteria makes a canopy
With my love I hid there wild and free
Then we sat in silent levity
The waiter brought iced cake and Earl Grey tea
A water fountain gurgled happily
Yet soon I was alone Andy so was he
I feel a naked hand upon my heart
Cold as winter in its icy parts
The cold hand seems to grip or even squeeze.
Seeks to kill my heart and not to please
I wonder if intrusion can be blocked
Psychic armour, ways the evil’s stopped
Deep inside there is a peace and calm.
Though on the surface there are fickle storms
Over heart and lungs I cross my arms
To keep my feelings in and free from harm
I did it yesterday and I was calmed
My breath was slowed so will you cross my palms ?
It is never too late to derange your mind.
Make cakes slowly
+(in Latin)
What are you sinking?
The Army and Navy Shores.
Where is Pneumonia?
Pneufoundland ?.
Race slowly
?
What time is it ?
It’s anytime
What day is it?
It’s any day
Where is this?
Anywhere.
It’s here and now
Poachers caught the geese from off the Lea
They roasted them for Xmas so we hear
If I asked they might get one for me
Not what we desire for Xmas tea
The same is true for Kentish wine and beer
Unless we all get drunk beneath the tree
We could go fishing in the river Lea
If we had a boat then I could steer
The water ripples in the early sun
The full dark river hurries to the sea
As secretive as an en-cloistered nun
As powerful as s tiger on the run
As poisonous as a snake out having fun
As other as a stranger is to me
As heavy as a heart when love won’t come
Everyone in England will get a boost soon Boris Johnson will resign
We can get jabbed with a needle at home.Put some TCP on it
That will cure you.Dettol in your tea might sort you out Or kill you.Don’t go to A & E without a bed.
Feeling the sadness in my heart
and in my arms a tender feeling
as if the flesh is calling out;
My breath’s coming in gasps and
my throat makes a murmur
as if trying to speak.
Sensitive skin on my inner arms yelps
and my heart aches like
I’ve run too many miles .
My legs feel strong
My mouth is dry and my back
needs an arm around it
for protection.
My eyes are wet with the moisture
that might have made saliva.
My cat died
Then you died.
Whatever.
Who can murder children with such ease
Reading makes my hot blood turn to freeze
Lack of helpers, children left to lose
Social Workers miss the crucial cues
How many other toddlers are abused
If they are not killed, they miss the News
Think on that before you go to bed
Children give off clues which are not read
It is our business, we cànnot ignore
The paucity of help,the closed front door.
Joy sings now in golden light,
Then after day comes deep,black night
.New moon is rising by grey trees,
The earth is where I want to be.
I want the day,I want the night.
I want the dark.I want the light.
I want to see and to be seen,~
And not to lose my precious dreams
The sun has set, grey clouds turn black,
The day just gone will not come back.
I’ll rest in quiet reverie
Until the reaper’s scythe takes me.
And then I drop and mix with dust,
Till worms and beetles sate their lust.
And fall into ten thousand motes,
And dance, in sunlight, music’s notes.
No more striving ,no more ambition
No more fighting,no competition
Every particle’s the sameWithout even a unique name.
Without even a unique name.
And, side by side, we all are one,
The lusts of life have been and gone.
We dwell with dirt and grain and sand
At last we’ve reached the Promised Land
There is a 95 year old lady here.Every evening she comes round and says Good night and God bless Which I repeat to her
Last night I was feeling happy so when she came in I gave her a big smile She did not speak but walked nearer and nearer to me staring at my face.Then she said, good night.
London to bite
Evening Abuse
The Martyrs
Knit the 9 o’clock news (Michael Rosen)
Desert Island Frisks
Prime Minister’s Nesting Frame
Humming Power
Fuse Light
Flannel 4 Clues
The Main Flus
Advice to the Patient
Comedy Tower
If we practise a religion it needs to make us less self centered
The emphasis on sin can lead to scruples where we are over aware of ourselves
Of course we do need to know how we are treating others on and
perhaps notice our thoughtlessness or cruelty.
Words are very potent.
By Katherine
To a sick person, I meant to visit you. But I want to go to go to Saturday night ,Mass.
That’s not Christian.
To an ex cancer patient
Well at least you have lost weight
You will lose even more weight when you die
The river runs in darkness with no sound
It has no tides,no shore,no depths profound.
Dreaming of blood
Clouds peppered with blood
Shot silk party clothes
Vulnerable people tip toe though snow
Ghislaine laughing, noone can protect these girls
Destroying others is self destructive too,in the end
Looking for a thrill?
Buy a Balloon
don’t like your literary fiction
i i don’t like your poetry that much
I don’t like your clinging like a lichen
I don’t like you flaunting your old crutches
I don’t like your jeans and yellow top
I didn’t like your colours nor your touch
i don’t like you looking very hot
It’s already going darker and your dinner’s in the pot
Where are you now, my sweetheart? I remember,I forget
I know you liked those kippers smoked in Whitby in a shed
Your breath was something else again, when we went to bed
Then there was the big pie shop, above the mile of beach
We have no pork butcher but we can still buy meat
Men like a steamed pudding hot with home made jam
They like custard, gravy, HP Sauce and ham
We walked out on the causeway and the wind was very wild
We saw the fleet of fishing boats. tossing on the tide
You were so romantic, you went out overnight
But you got sea sickness and your merry face was white
We went up to the Abbey and we saw the cliffs so high
Nature is so…
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Coltsfoot,cowslip, daisy🌬️ foxglove,rose.
The names are telling who are they that chose?
Foxes have no gloves.yet cows have lips
And bees buzz by all looking for a sip.
After daddy died I hated food
I hid behind his armchair where I’d brood
I missed the smell of Woodbines on his coat
Did I kill you,Daddy, I don’t know
Like weak custard softly shines the sun
I wish I were a tart by love undone
Yet noone passes up a lemon pie
Cut me in half, deceive me,tell a lie
atsrt
Like the water in a mountain stream
In flood it drowns the weak and very young
In drought we can explore its bed and dream
The limestone around Alston’s very clean
And in the little river stones are flung
It’s water in a new born mountain stream
Dry river beds in Teesdale are pristine
The dark hills threaten as they overhang
In drought, we can explore, find stones and dream
But much of Pennine land remains unseen
The steepness,wildness ,blackness darkly sing
Like the currents in a flung down stream
In rare heat, bare feet are river clean
The hot stones make a flat seat on the bank
In drought, we can explore or view the scene
In love the mind will savour and then thank
The world of nature into which it sank
Unlike the water in a mountain stream
If our mind runs slower it better dreams
Cold from storming rain and full of mud
The river Lea in winter turns to flood
Across the Abbey Meadows rings the bell
Brings back the ghosts, bring back the holy spell
King Harald lost his crown and all his land
The Norman Vikings, men with bloody hands
| it is one of the first poems I wrote.I considered myself an agnostic at the time. |  | ||
A sharp pain woke me from my sleep.
Inside my soul I felt the knife
I tried to make the pain abate
Without a change of life
But still the ache persisted;
I tried hard to forget;
Till I sat down in my garden chair,
And stayed with my upset.
The sun may shine,
the birds may sing
But that to me
no pleasure brings
Because of my regret.
As I sat still upon my chair
To me three Angels did appear,
And they are with me yet.
They took my soul into their care,
With golden threads they’re sewing there,
Until the work’s complete.
My task is just to sit quite still.
And let God’s angels do His Will,
As I sit here at His Feet.
How my heart sings 