A bride in the hand is worth two in the desert

A lie in the heart is worse than flu and bad weather.

A sigh never starts without sorrow unmeasured.

You keep loving folk now and I will love combined and everyone will feel all the rhymes

I have got the lines mixed up

I crossed the Pennine Hills as cold as glass

Not knowing of the death of Sylvia Plath,

Fall in love but do not lose your wits

Do not rush like swine into the muck

Find a truer path with love and luck

Time enough to wait till you are wed

Do no be in haste to go to bed

The Cuban Missile Crisis made us fear

The end of all the world was much too near.

Sylvia lost her life yet I am here

Her baby grabbed at women with long hair

All is fair in love with bores

On the stairs there is a door.

If you care,work’s not a chore.

Come I dare you to be clear

Where’s the pear,it is not here War

Bare trees crisscrossed against beige sky

No birds to chirp,no cats to pry

by Katherine

A traffic cone needs no gloss

A howling crone is a bad boss

A melodic poem utters the truth

A mobile phone needs you as boss

A calling card is an archaic proof

A falling brick can knock your hat off

Was it for this God died on a Cross?

Oh Jesus Christ what a great loss

Now the trees look blacker on the sky

No clouds pass and dead leaves glumly lie

A small bird chirps,an old cat potters by

In the house I hear a baby’s cry

All the natural world is brown today.

The sky is pale, the tree is dark again

Hardly moving in the breeze so light

Nothing seems to change,to bring us light

Send your son to Eton in a boat

The Thames is near and London feels remote

Let him be like Boris in his way

Telling lies while guzzling up his prey.

Women nuzzle on his obese form

Every day another one is born

The fees are high but that is no bad sign

Jesus went to heaven,malign rhyme

I can’t live without you any more

It’s lonely in the kitchen cold in bed

You left me with a hole inside my mind

I can’t fill the hole with books I’ve read

Come back to me,come back to me, come back.

It’s only your eyes looking that I lack

I think I hear the door close and the click

The cats purr on,the candle burns its wick

Now I walk on crutches since I fell

If this is heaven tell me what is hell?

If there are no beds you will be nursed in a chair Britain’s got hospital problems. Like no beds,no nurses,no ideas, Take me home, doctor.

There are not be enough young people here. Let them have babies

Volunteer to die for your country.Get double pneumonia and triple your chances

Learn to cheat death by being very healthy.Eat multi coloured food.See the good in every fling

I have no sins to confess this week .

That’s a lie.

How did you know? There then I can be absolved

I don’t feel like it

But that is wrong !

I had no sins to confess either

But I do now

How wicked

I am glad we sorted that out.

But am I absolved?

It’s unresolved.

The trèe gave up before the night began

As if on feeling there had been a ban

The sky was rosy beige but not enough

The artist had no interest in the brush

The shape is like a bow but long ànd thin

It don’t look like nobody can win.

Now the sky is putty like my Mac

The trees are falling over looking black

The sun ungracious took its fàce away

We will see no more of it todày

Our leader has abolished the rules for living with Covid So his pals may have parties every night,while the poor get poorer.Oh just like the old days at Oxford

The air is cold and blank,the sky is beige.

The wind has dropped,the birds seem disengaged.

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

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

What is that animal on your head?

Most people call it hair

Why are you writing?

So you will go away

Is that sarcastic?

No,just sincere

Why are you so horrible?

God never said.

Surely you were not born to be rude

It seemed a good idea at the time.

What time?

Ask your clock.

We don’t talk to the clock

There is always a first time.

Do you eat coke?

No I drink it.

I just don’t know what to say

Then keep quiet,please.

I can’t keep quiet

Then I might lose my temper.

I don’t care

The door is in the hall.

Shall I take it ?

It’s hard to swallow a door.

Just leave it.

It’s rude.

So are you.

Boris Johnson is a Catholic

So was Hitler

Catholic priests can’t marry

It’s cheaper to let them abuse children

But most men don’t have any Desire for abusing children

Makes me wonder,,. ,.,,…..

Don’t tell me that’s why they be became priests?

At least Hitler didn’t go to Church.Likely he’d have burned those to.Who wants to risk of being condemned from the pulpit?

Except they did not speak out.

If a local authority agrees to allow a high rise block of flats to be erected near Grenfell Tower

And twice as high

And it there is only one stair case as at Grenfell

Then it seems to me there is

A Mind to Murder

The cerulean blueness of the sky

Fades to beige when sunlight leaves us

cold

No rain falls and all the soil is dry

The blackbirds look around with eyes that hold

My wife is unfaithful

Oh dear

She sleeps with me to annoy her boyfriend

Do you mind?

Well I gave up minding

Should you get divorced?

A good idea.She can be even more unfaithful.

You have an unusual mind.

It’s not difficult if you marry the right kind of woman

The wrong type, one might say

I talke your point

Where to?

Don’t tell me you have schizophrenia as well

Is that a sin?

How many times have you toyed with her?

She seems hard to penetrate.

Choose, your wife or schizophrenia

Why such black and white thinking

Is she Chinese?

No but I am

The quiet and humble do their work

While we proud for rewards lurk

We think that being well behaved

Ensures that we in heaven will praise

Do we think God’s deceived

When every atom is perceived?

Humble like the little snail

Pray that true good will prevail

O

The drama in the sky is seen at dawn.

When the fierce sun rises, is reborn

C