Disoriented, lost,the wild goose flew
Seeking for its mate which lately died.
As if it never saw ànd never knew
The mourning song of doves is not a lie
So birds and other creatures share our pain
Hoping that the lost will soon return
Yet this is final, none will come again.
Unless we day dream, till we lose our way
Believing our own fantasies, we pay
And so our heart will freeze or it will burn.
The purple mauve of morning fades away
The sky is soft pale blue,the sun is high
My light reflected in the melting dark
Looked like sunshine soft yet strangely stark
Then the light went out and I felt dim.
I cannot see but that is not a sin
I drank more tea and mused upon my life
Good and evil, fighting in the light
Let Love be strong and further love incite
Morecambe Bay has quicksands, fens have mud
Water can destroy the world by flood
Yet children on the seashores linger long
Playing on the borders of the land
Now all the tree is gleaming in the sun
Red and golden light shines out again
My heart is happy as I wield my pen
The metaphoric sun will dry the Fen
Faces wounded by assaults of time
Being alive itself becomes a crime.
Our. Bodies sag like furniture too old
In our dreams our inner life is told
The ash tree has pale wood now tinged with red
As if the sun with light and love had bled
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I can’t love you
without loving the whole world too.
I can’t open my heart
unless everyone can be part.
Wait for me.
I’m not afraid.
Wait for me.
I may be delayed.
I see you in my mind,
Smiling, sad and kind.
I can’t love you
Unless I love the lost too.
Give me your hands
Outstretched across the world.
We’re all one
Love has begun
I saw you struggling with your walking frame
Guessed that you must suffer too much pain
I smiled because you caught my sidewards glance
Then your face too by smiling was enhanced
So often older people are ignored
Lost and lonely hidden at the core
Once this man fought in a major war
I hope by some fine friend he was restored
I saw him disappearing down the road
His posture more erect, his back less bowed
And in my heart I felt the smiling too
Enchanted by the essence , by the cue.
I got on a bus, ignored my phone,
Smiling still I pushed the door key home
Reflections of the light are little suns
They have no warmth and cannot fire a gun
From the sun, low in the sky,
Light falls slantwise to my eyes.
Trees bud, though invisibly,
Nothing that our eyes can see.
Bulbs shoot up from dark cold soil
Where worms and beetles quietly toil.
We take for granted air and sky,
Love the birds we see fly by.
But who can love the worms and slugs
And those creatures we call bugs?
So in our dark cold winter time,
Praise these creatures in the grime.
Without these worms, our crops would die.
No cornfields here for us to lie,
Amidst the poppies’ wild red blooms.
So we forget all winter’s gloom
.
Praise the snails and bees and ants
For these and spiders, let’s give thanks.
As the lightness needs the dark,
From darkness come life-giving sparks.
Enrich darkness with our gifts.
Look not always to the swift.
Slow and patient like these worms,
Nature’s lowness is my theme
The sun was hidden but I saw the moon
It should not be apparent when it’s noon
The sun does not appear at 3 am
That would be a fright for drunken men
The tree has vanished into velvet black
The rising of the sun will bring it back
Ikk
Your dinner is on page 27.
Your dinner was eaten by a fox
Your leather handbag has tooth bites Who is it,?
We have no potatoes so I am leaving you.
I burned the pans so I have gone back to , Mother’s.
Mother’s boyfriend, to be precise.
The milkman needed me more than you do.So there!
I hid your dinner in the piano
The cats found it and also ate the strings.
I have ordered a pizza.Text me when it comes.Ta
Would you like cauliflower cheese without the cauliflower?
Or without the cheese?
He suffered from botanic disorder for tears
His brother befriended Horror Know Us
Mother was my guest for months at a time.
Father escaped from prison before he said one sentence let alone a paragraph
Others were too polite to say they were flying
I am afraid of harpies the virus.
Should I blush don’t stare
My bubble was square.Am I an addict? To what ? To woo be who?
Beef Worry with wild lice.
Roast ram and bees with mashed donators
Cheese Heart with flakey Maestro.
Rinsed Hottentot unhurried
Mustard Heart on raw plumage
Fraudberry Mess
Lemon Fright with queen
Apple pi and trigonometry guide
Lusted tart with whinberries from Belgrade
Coffee and tea by bequest.
Underneath the arches beggars sleep
They have nothing that is theirs to keep
Branches like beseeching hands reach out
Knowing what they need not filled with doubt
I hope you have a rapid New Year
Why are no green people on Earth?
Because goats would eat them
A worried Xmas and a welcome New Fear
Choose your own future
I hope that amused you
A savage flu here
Now the sky is misty yellow glazed
The sun has risen :nature must be praised.
Little phrases come into my mind
I try to use them kindly,as I find
In the dark the branches disappear
All is mixed up, nothing is now clear
Little creatures wander seeking food
They have no manners yet they’re never rude
Beef cough drops
Sherry rifles with bullets
Chicken shampoo
Wholy tribunals
Bene Friction
The shoals under ground
Give me transgressions
What is the arm of the law?
Boil all my bunions and slice thickly with your wife before making the tart
You can buy tart shells in Tesco s
The police have their charms or use subtle hints.
Who likes peppermint dreams?
Abide me,o Lord till I am very glad
I offer up. my arthritis for those souls in purgatory who feel the same..
Don’t tell me you lied last week
The apple tree,now bare of leaves,
Still bends in worship to the sun.
The sap flows down into the earth
Its fruiting year is done.
Where once a cat sat on the branch,
And children played below,
Now only sparrows hunt for crumbs,
and patterned snails slide slow.
The sun is setting to my left;
where is the slivered moon?
The day is deeper than a dream,
and over all too soon.
Oh,come,my lover,to my bed
And hold me in your arms.
I’ll rest against your fragile chest,
Whilst you enjoy old charm
The way that each bare branch extends
Is graceful:how each grows and bends
Now no birds sing and all is quiet and still
When God is dead, who is of goodwill?
What of Evil, what of Stalingrad?
What is Virtue when the world is mad?
Humble creatures in the dust
God loves each one and so we must.
Tread not on the little snail
Be kind be firm and never fail
The thinner branches wave like fragile grass
Bewildered by the wind so strong and cold
Like prisoners suffering from a cruel lash
The cat walks by ,the little hedgehogs pass
So in my winter coat I could be bold
The thinner branches wave like fragile grass
If only winter travelled very fast
But time is needed for the seeds to grow
As humble as a snail on its own path
We humans too need silence without rush
We must earn the holiness of slow
While thinner trees still wave like fragile grass
In the soil, the worms pursue their tasks
Eternities of beetles move below
Humble as the snails on their own path
Why we’re here this day we cannot know
Our souls soak in the silent world below
The thinner branches wave like fragile grass
We’re not gods. we suffer from the lash
In the sun the branches look quite red
Yet in the . winter rain they looked near dead
Hope can spring up like the holy sap
Bring life again and cross the fearsome gap.
With our courage let us walk ahead
Until the sacred river and our bed
How my heart sings 