A tonic

Derry

A blog is a guide’s best friend

He has no best fiend yet

She drowned their worries in a sing song

A fog got them in the bend

She frowned in a bath of cold water

Where is the Curse this morning?

Be patient with us

I got here first but why?

We are understaffed, full of idiots and believe in euthanasia How are you?

.I believe in sudden wrath

He flew onto a page.

She had a clinic attack ,It was the doctor

I am lying

So am I

The time of weeping

My blood by Katherine

The endless sobs, the weeping with loud voice

Noone would live here by choice

The families cannot bear the mother’s pain

So they send them here the sense is plain

How do Carers paid the lowest wage

Replace the family who have disengaged?

Yet the old are selfish in their whines .

They drive away their child so many times

Love must have conditions it’s no game

Before you age remember this fact plain

Poison

The tree’s pale branches turn again to red

Lately they’ve been pale yet they are not dead

The Covid winter did the same to us

Yet we shall brighten too we be are not cursed

There is no God who punishes like this

Though we have gone wrong we seek new paths

But men will fight engendering new wrath

Murder hate and rage can grip our hearts

Even in the home, fly poisoned darts

One changed person,one new life

Can lead many others out of strife.

God on Zoom

Oh God I’m feeling frantic in my room

I wish to pray, Lord are you yet on Zoom?

if you need a laptop I like Dell

Don’t appear too bright,I’m in a cell

I stole some cash and alcohol as well.

Now they’re  going to put me on the pill

Is it contraception I don’t know

I am schizophrenic ,what a blow.

I am having therapy long term

Don’t use my phone I need it for my crime

Now I am mad and Boris rules the land

One fine day this man needs to be banned

You don’t say

My funny drawing

Born to sin,,,the original story

Born with a fin,.. the half life of a fish

Born in a tin,,,how to become a baked bean

Born to pin. A tailor’s life

Born to win .but at what?

Made with bear,. I am still there

In the Arctic full of elastic

My first confession.. I stole a tomato to give the priest

My last confession, I don’t remember.

Ireland

Oh, it’s Bloody Sunday here in Britain

An obituary is easily written

Many people shot and killed

As slowly grind God’s many mills

So civilised we are always right

Did these people not want to fight?

Cowards here the unarmed men

Shot by Britain now again

Women too may mingle in

We’re not averse to shooting them

Our care and manners are skin deep

We’re barbarians , you are sheep.

Ireland starved and treated ill

I am angry at this still

Now we know if there’s Civil War

The army is trained to shoot us all

Black and white,Fenian green

The mountains mourn for they have seen.

Mourning

Oh, it’s Bloody Sunday here in Britain

An obituary is easily written

Many people shot and killed

As slowly grind God’s many mills

So civilised we are always right

Did these people not want to fight?

Cowards here the unarmed men

Shot by Britain now again

Women too may mingle in

We’re not averse to shooting them

Our care and manners are skin deep

We’re barbarians , you are sheep.

Ireland starved and treated ill

I am angry at this still

Now we know if there’s Civil War

The army is trained to shoot us all

Black and white,Fenian green

The mountains mourn for they have seen.

The world of trust, of relaxation, tact

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Each body cell can  widen or contract
Like individual beings,  each minute,
Each shows  a different world than we expect

In our secrecy, new visions may impact
Our  hidden mind with metaphor’s  astute,
As body cells  each open or contract

From  our pain, experience  distracts.
The mind and heart and soul can  each  re-route
We see a world more changed than we expect

 

The world of trust, of relaxation, tact,
Tensions   in the mind    will soon dispute.
The choir of cells may sing or  lose affect

Faith in the unknown, what shows our lack?
Can we reach such faith in minute steps?
We “see” our world  too much under attack

As glows the  candle,  at sweet Fire it hints
Let each respond in   their  own dialect
Each body cell can  widen or contract
We see new worlds, not mirrors  ,blind reflects