I say

By Katherine

This is the best , poetry I have ever read (the first too)

You should read poetry out loud ( is it wise for beginners?)

Suppose you can’t read?

Learn it from a tape.

Bad poetry is that which aspires to be what it can never be.

Imitation is good for learning

Oh no

I shuddered lowly as a blouse

That blew straight off the washing line

All at once I saw a mound

A coastline thick with knicker frills

A lid

God is in and with the suffering not in church

By Katherine

One friend became an atheist till her grandson got cancer

Then she prayed

Let him get Better and I will start going to church again

Do we think God needs us to go to church?

He needs us to help the poor starving, suffering, lonely

Going to Church is for the Church

Power.

Did Jesus plan to build a Church?

It is ridiculous

Until rhyme

Apples by Katherine

What do you think of B.J ?

He is truly a man of the people.

Which people.?

He is very cunning

Like all snakes.

He went to Oxford..n

Anyone can go

How?

The train from Paddington

It seems expensive now

Its cheaper than paying fees.

Anything is.

Except buying a house!!

BJ is a disgrace to our country

Like Oswald Mosley wasn’t

I feel ashamed to be English

You aren’t English

What a relief.Maybe I can reclaim Denmark

Did God promise that to your ancestors?

No.

Why not

They worshipped boats

That was short sighted

They could not read or write

How ridiculous.Here even children can read and write

They talked instead.

How civilised

How gracious

How tenacious

How audacious

An old man kissed my hand  outside a shop

Katherine's avatarHow my heart sings

An old man kissed my hand  outside a shop
My hair was gleaming in the yellow sun
What surprise, what care, but what a shock

What grace there was in customs , mainly stopped
My face was bright, my  stockings had no runs
A man  just kissed my hand  outside a shop

I   should have done a selfie, what a cop!
I bet  he fell in love ,ah Beatrice won
What surprise, what care, but what a shock

He was not drunk, his  hands had just been mopped
I  had not  been  so  touched by anyone
Till this  man  kissed my hand  outside a shop

In a silent morning, love erupts
We know what’s passed but not what is to come
A man  just kissed my hand  outside a shop

Give us  our  applause, oh  come on,clap!
I think we’ve fallen off the usual map
An old man kissed my…

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