There are no cobbles in the back street now.
No grass grows in the cracks
No frogs in pools,no yellow weeds
i wish we could go back.
The cat would sit beside the gate
She killed the budgie how we cried
Now I am so lonely here
Some times I wish I’d died.
My brother clambered up high walls
I watched him from below
i admired his bravery
Now I am alone
Google Street View is too clear
There are none left here for me
I used to think God spoke in Greek
No use to me should I speak
But he speaks without words
I know as I’ve heard
His light is most clearly unique
We started to sin very young.
Biting Jesus as he lay on our tongues
Then we went to Confession
Bought a few blessings
Then came out and just burst into song
He proposed to me twice at Kings Cross.
He was as warm as an actresses chest
His kiss was delightful
He rarely was spiteful
I married him and his fifty string vests
A doctor once lived in my home.
He had neither toothbrush nor comb.
His patients were courteous
One might even say virtuous.
He was respected though he was a gnome.
I met a young man from near Dover.
His hands often wandered all over.
I said.do desist.
There is no part you’ve missed
I noticed his car was a Rover my
Cold dull winters bring us close to death
The blood grows thick and scarcely does it move
The worms may shudder deep down in the earth
This damp coldness presses out our breath
The frost and ice, the memory delude
Cold dull winters bring us close to death
Do we need the sun to give us worth?
Low in oxygen, the mind’s confused
The worms have nightmares deep down in the earth
Should we pause, these issues to address?
In this Lockdown, where should we confess?
Cold dull winters bring us close to death
Wonder now what makes our voices terse
With no priests, who shall this poor world bless?
The worms may sleep deep down inside the earth
On each other,let us not intrude
Let all loving kindness be our food
Cold dull winters bring us close to death
Like worms that slumber deep down in the earth
It was not a party.It was MI 5 in a play wearing disguises.
It was some tourists who got lost.
It was Boris’s extended family front Turkey.
It was an illusion.Or delusion.
I never noticed any one in the garden They need rape alarms.
The Downing St Murders.
It was a lot of patients from A and E looking for beds.
It was a ghost meeting.
It was the Resurrection of the Dead Jokes
A botched plot never fails
Who is she?The cat’s another.
Too much veracity killed the plot.
Where are today’s Falklands?
What is wrong with World Cruise?
Why not spend half term in Estonia?
They used to say, see Rome and die.Now see Kviv. Don’t fly.Try a war ship with Russian menu.
Yes you will be the star of the school gate parents!
He had to see if anyone was breaking the rules by attending.
This is a paradox.
There were people there he needed to see urgently and it was convenient
He ia a spy.
He missed his wife he really needed comfort and he had lost his teddy bear
Daddy’s dead.Daddy”s dead
Mother’s lost her motor
Wind her up with her big key
Mother don’t you hate her?
He got away, he did she said
Now she has no motor
She gave us sugar on our bread
Sandwich, butter,sugar.
She said she wished that she were dead
I could hardly guess a word she said
In her grave she would be laid.
No more a wife,no more a maid
How to save her children five
Mourn with the sorrowing mother.
She cleared the ash and cleaned the grate
Iit the fire and burned with hate
Oh.mother.mother,we are late
Don’t burn us up,we are your fate
Grieve with us, oh, Mammy
Wind her up,wind her up,my brother.
She may be sad she may be dead
She is still our Mother
Once she was a happy lass
Climbed up from the gutter.
She played Chopin then but never again
Wail for the single mother.
With children five can she survive?
Pray for the lonely widow.
God took all her joy and more
I don’t knock on a church door
Satan’s coming with the score
Come ye back,oh Mammy
Is it psychotic to believe in a God
Who watches us sit in the bog
If our bowels don’t open
Or not very often
Does he smite us with his great big rod?
i circled London every day.
from Euston Square to Notting Hill
While I I meditate and pray
Humbly here to find God’s will.
i am his servant and his maid.
May he travel on the tube
What clothes to wear oh let us try
the hidden meanings may intrude
I became transiently psychotic in the hospital.I believed for 4 hours that a nurse was going to kill me.
In reality it was the doctor .
I still don’t believe I am dead.Did he raise me ?
We get paranoid when we feel nobody cares about us.This is common in us older folk .
Please don’t commit me to the bin.
Recognise that our neighbour is as real a person as we are.
If so do not kill them for your selfish needs
Honour your elders if they deserve it.
They are not necessarily better or wiser than you
My friends have now moved to The Cross
It’s Waltham. The Abbey, the lot.
It has so much mud .
It’s not very good
For people with innate bad coughs
There was a young lady in Dedham.
Who had a pot dog without any head on.
She stored her bank notes.
And the TV remote
Inside this mad dog made in Devon
I turned my head away then I looked back
The tree had disappeared the sky was black.
once it was deep coffee tinged with mauve
in my mind It turned into a grove.
i miss my tree at night before I sleep.
So these notes reminding me I keep
There was a young lady from Balham
Descended from Moses and. Adam
No mother had she
But a Queen bee
She went pink when she married a salmon
In the Guardian today
My boyfriend does not keep butter in the fridge
Maybe he is going to massage you with best butter tonight.
My boyfriend does not eat meat,
Does he inhale it?
My boyfriend likes whole milk
What’s the problem?
My girlfriend thinks I am obese
Never mind,you can spell.
I did Greats at Oxford
Try doing great next time
I have never been in love
I said the signpost is very small.
You are very cuddly
That is my cat,Beryl
I am not called Beryl.
No but but the cat is.
Is it female?
No it’s neutral.
Where is the cat’s mother?
With the cat’s father.
My boyfriend likes Russian vines.
How about Russian Invasions,?
Even the vines are invasive!
Do you want to go to Lithuania for half term?
No,they don’t speak Yiddish.
That’s because there are no Jews left.
Why,where have they gone?
The ugly tower block peeps through Holly trees
Turned to jewels of gold by sunny leaves
We can fight about our gender
We can fight about belief
We can wonder about this Russian war
We don’t crucify two thieves
Are we feeling boredom?
Are we short of friends?
We could help the lonely and the old.
This is not the end
The Death Instinct was mentioned by S Freud
But was it Murder Suicide or Fraud?
He wanted to explain what makes no sense.
As our hearts bang and our innards wrench.
As Russia smites Ukraine we hold our breath
Our imagination balks, we think of death
How many more will suffer Putin’s wrath?
As NATO stalked the border witches’ path
I dream at nights of my old friends
My husband and his loving hands
I dream of all the cats we had
Alfred who slept on the bed
He laid his head upon my foot
As I wrote a poem of love
Jimmy who was small and black
She bit my hand if I got up
I did not wish to wet the bed
She misheard the words said
The last night here she gazed at me
I think she knew she would not be
Lucky was the nervous one
Black and white , apartheid none
He liked my husband’s shoulder dear
He draped himself and lost all fear
Now the cats have all gone off
I am frightened by a cough
My husband comes to me at night
Fortunately he can’t bite
He touches me with tenderness
Smiles and wishes me,God Bless.
When I waken I feel lost
So I have to wear a watch
I seem to have no solid self
I feel nervous of poor elves
I don’t mind an angel sweet
He could rub my aching feet
I will have no other man
They are frightened of women
They don’t like to lose at Chess
They don’t like to wash my dress
They will brush my winter coat
Never ask me what I wrote
I do not wish to anger men
They might shout and bawl again
I think maybe I will turn gay
Ask a lady, what to say?
They may not understand my needs
Killing flowers to help the weeds
Talking all the weary night
On the whole they’re parasites
Also they may menstruate
I can’t give them seeds to take
So they will leave and get a man
This is where it all began
Eve and Adam,God and man
Cain and Abel, apple flan
Noah and his Ark so fine
I wish I had one in the rain
I wonder when the world will end?
I am old so be my Friend,
Is mock turtle soup made from mock turtles or is it soup which tastes like turtle soup but made from cheaper ingredients?TL
I wonder what a mock maths lecture would consist of.
Is there mock mathematics?
Are there mock lectures?
Do two mocks cancel each other out?
I think not.
Well I do think, two mocks are worse than one
There’s no such thing as a mock turtle.
Like there is no mock tiger
If you read the same book every day is that cheating?
Must one read the entire book in one day?
Do short books have advantages,?
Should short books be cheaper?
How my heart sings 