Neither hurry nor flurry
Don’t retaliate, don’t hate
Go with the flow, slow l
Beauty no vanity
Mental illness go pill less
Houseman rhymed in line
Stilled deep, go to sleep
Feed the cat, come back.
ln a part? Act with heart
Go slow, lighten the blow
Fast is worse,teach the nurse.
when in doubt do nowt
I feel and fear the emptiness of life
Now that I have grieved as a good wife
No-one wants a holiday with me
Stop the car,I see an ancient tree
The future looms and ends with my own end
What will fill the space, perhaps my friends?
Each day is constructed ,falls to dust
I lie in bed untouched by husband’s lust
My senses heightened by anxiety
I memorize the details that I see.
The old man smiling , kissing my cold hand
We remembered Norfolk cliffs in coloured bands
When he flew, he pulled my heart away
Now my breast is empty yet I pray
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Mary was sitting looking at the execution of Mary Queen of Scots on TV while also mending some moth holes in her skirt.The only thread she got into the eye of the easy thread needle was blue but nobody was going to examine her with a microscope, she told herself gently
She also was thinking of her winter coat.
Was raspberry really a good choice?
Would dark grey not be more useful?
After all she often sat down on garden walls while taking photos or even on old wooden benches.
What she needed was a folding cushion or a small thick towel.No wonder women have such big handbags.
Annie her neighbour came in the back door with a bag of broken biscuits.
Look at these!We used to get them in the market years ago.So for old times sake I have hit these with…
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Drawing by Katherine using Microsoft Paint, for her little brother
Mary took out her easy threading needles and some blue thread so she could darn the holes in a favourite old sweater.Not only had a moth been living off it but she had to cut a little more off when her mini shoulderbag had got its buckle stuck in the sweater.
What are you doing,Annie asked her?
Annie,I didn’t know you were here.How did you manage to get in.Have you got a key??
No,I climbed on my flat roof and in through your bathroom, window Annie admitted furtively
But why, cried Mary, as she noted Annie was wearing a blue jumper rather larger than normal, covered in a print of ladybirds and spiders.
I just wanted to feel young again,Annie told her.
I never knew you were a burglar!
I didn’t steal things,I did it to keep fit!
Supppose the…
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Do not post as a boast
Do not lie about my pie
Do not count till the month is out
Do not weep when my buzzer bleeps
Do no harm,try to keep calm
Don’t grease my palm, massage me with balm
Evade no eyes, stop telling
lies
Don’t expect jam to be made from spam
Look for the lesson,L count your blessings
Life is brief, do not seethe
I walked on sinking sands last night
I nearly lost my way
The sand was strong and sucked at me
I was afraid to stay
Morecambe Bay a stunning sight
You can take a guided walk
From the South to Cartmel Cark
But don’t go in the dark
What seems wondrous to admire
Kills anyone who errs.
It’s not made for our delight
Like the shark or polar bear.
We are pulled to risky walks
Climbing Hills,ignoring parks
I don’t need to know about the crow.
I have heard the blackbird.
In a cabin with my Robin
In the bush I saw a thrush
Off Mull with a gull
I can howl with an owl
Don’t give an inch to a greenfinch.
After so much sun, the cold returns
My feet are blue, my nose runs like a tap
For the warmer months my dear heart yearns
I wish I had a real fire, wood to burn
A hotter kind of dog that never yaps
After joyous sun, the cold returns
Still, I have much craft that I would learn.
A guide to navigate the poet’s map
For the warmer months my body yearns
I wish my little cat were still at home
To lie down side me while I take a nap
After cheering sun, the cold returns
In the summer woods, I sing alone
I hate my diary, calendar, all traps
For the warmth of love my body yearns
In each heart there is at least one crack
Where light gets in and lights up what was black
After so much sun, the cold returns
But warmer times will come…
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Snowy blanket rapture and fawn,
felt like MA, looked gray, bleak,
lightéd sky, sufficient enough,
my car’s reproach gurgle, cough,
in the market, wan, periphery
colors, and wasted human bodies,
the lane empty, stipends pay
nary enough for this, and a voice
rings out, like 1738 cobblestone
masses, horses ca-chunking,
listen to the birth of us in Ohio,
a carriage into the huddled hands,
poor and migrant, new life bellow,
stupefied my head, replenish my
heart, and I will be careful in the
snow, and I will have a nice day,
and I would like to save $5, and
I thank you for helping me if,
yet, you will never know, and
the car waited, no tsk, no neigh,
click’d and beaut, awash with
glee, transfixed on care, to a
home melted, safe as you say,
t’home I sprang, alee and away
The sun is bright,the branches have dark sides
Extreme light takes blackness as its guide
Mary dreamed she was riding her bicycle.She was going up a hill and then approaching a very complicated roundabout.
How can I look at the map when I am riding my bike,she asked herself.
Anyway, I don’t have a map and I’ve never been here before.She looked down and saw she was wearing some dark blue denim culottes and red suede knee high boots with laces.
I don’t remember buying these,she thought.She felt quite hot even though she wore only an olive needle-cord coat over a Breton T shirt.
Goodness me, she cried.I look smart.
Her spectacles clouded over as she was sweating.How will I know where to turn off when I don’t know where I am or where I am going to.
When she woke up she filled Stan’s beer tankard with tea.
What a lot of tea,miaowed Emile.
I thought it saves carrying the tea pot. I’m going to go back to bed as I feel a bit peculiar.
You have got a fleece nightgown on.Maybe you are too hot,he replied.
I am trying to save money on the heating,Mary answered.I see I can save even more money by buying 2 pairs of Hotters sandals for £97.Usually they are £127.
That saves £30,the clever animal informed her.
I think it’s quite misleading,Mary answered .It only saves money if you were already planning to buy them.I have such strange feet I don’t like to bare them.
Do you wear shoes in bed with a boyfriend.Emile asked.
I’ve not got a boyfriend.Emile.
But if you did?
Well.you know, an older man might not wish to go to bed with me.He might like just sitting on the sofa holding my hand and kissing me.
OK said ,Emile.It sounds a trifle boring to me.
Don’t be so cheeky, Emile.Talking to me is not boring.
No, he said, but it’s nice running up and down your legs in bed.
I could hardly expect a man to do that.He might injure me.
It was just a kind of example,he replied nervously.
Suddenly the back door opened and in ran Annie from next door.She was wearing a mustard coloured track suit and orange trainers with matching lip gloss.
What a horrible colour,Mary cried.
It’s the in colour now,Annie said kindly.I am getting my hair dyed too.
Bright yellow is better,Mary told her.Except it attracts insects.
Insects,I don’t want those.How are you,dear.You look flushed, she responded emotionally.
No wonder. I’ve been cycling all night in my dreams.Why can’t I dream of motor bikes?
Don’t ask me,Annie told her.I am utterly ignorant.Do you need therapy?
I don’t think so,Mary answered.I need to know where I am going.Do I decide or is it my Inner Wisdom or Higher Power.I could use higher power on that bike.
Just take it one rotation at a time, Annie murmured.
I thought it was one step.Mary answered
You can’t take a step on a bike.
I suppose not.But I could ride up a step on the bike.
Don’t ride up a step ladder,Anne advised.How would you get down again?
Let’s have some coffee,Mary cried.Here we are ,the kettle is boiling.
Let’s just sit and brood.
But don’t ruminate,purred Emile.It makes you ill.
Just let your mind go blank.
And so I did.
There was a young woman from York.
Who did not speak English but barked
When I asked her why
She started to cry
I joked, can’t you stop or at least get an Ark?
There was an old lady from Nairn
Who loved to lie down amidst
ferns
Until she lay on a thistle
Her words made dogs whistle
This is quite common we learn.
She was wearing perfume, and green sandals from TK Maxx,light khaki tencel cropped combat trousers with a purple silky over-blouse, not to mention her matching raspberry and cream underwear .Round her neck hung a miniature grandfather clock on a solid gold chain,and she had three imitation gold and silver watches on each of her three wrists making a total of 333 watches according to Carnap’s theory of logic and Russell’s terrible handwriting.
Stanley didn’t know that she had a mobile phone stuffed into her bra—one advantage for the larger sized woman.In fact she had 4 down there in her raspberry coloured glamour bra,as she had a phobia about their batteries running down all at once
The more she had the lower the probability of her being without a phone whilst out and about the town and countryside.
So she reasoned in her womanly way. J
ust then one phone rang.She rummaged around to the consternation and turmoil-uation of Stanley and the postman.She plucked out a pale blue phone.
“Hi,it’s Annie” she murmured.
“Hi Annie it’s Dave the paramedic with carpentry skills. You’ve not rung 999 lately so we were wondering if all was well!”
“Oh,I’m terribly sorry.I’ll try to phone later on.Thanks,Petal.
That was Dave,our ex-transvestite converted paramedic”,she informed the men.The postman galloped off on his donkey, his bags full of undelivered males.
It’s a tough but interesting life in Knittingham. Would you like a male delivery?Contact Parcel Force without delay.
Annie went into Stan’s house and demanded a cup of coffee.
“Won’t it make you put weight on” Stan quipped ironically.
“Do you think I’m too plump?” she responded anxiously..
“Too plump for what?” he quipped amiably.
“To attract men,of course!”
“No,my angel,you are just perfect”he quacked definitively.”Nor are you an angel,strictly speaking,as I have good reason to know.Thank you,my beloved for love rendered so generously .”
“Oh,my goodness I must get home to render the fat from the beef and to make some gooseberry jam.”
Stanley looked uneasy.
“I wonder why babies are left under gooseberry bushes?
The thorns are so big it’s quite dangerous getting them out,or so Mary told me when Lyra was born. She was covered in scratches and wouldn’t come near me for months.”
“Why don’t you come upstairs to look at our new purple bathroom suite.Since the Royal Wedding it’s the in colour.The gold taps were expensive but they do go well.”
“My God,let me out.” she bawled,”It reminds me of the Vatican and that’s no place for a lady”,
“Not even a gay lady?” Stan muttered parsimoniously, as he licked her eyelashes gently.
“Stop that.I’ve got my Yves St Laurent mascara on.”
“I prefer the taste of the Chanel,”he disclosed privately in an internal secret memo.[available on 50 years]
“Why not lick my neck instead?” she enquired curiously as she tripped over Emile the cat, who had slipped into the bathroom as usual to see what they were up to,you know what I mean, you catch my drift?
She fell floppily into the bath and banged her head on the taps.
“Oh,gosh,better ring 999” Stan said to Emile.
“Have you got your catphone warehouse mobile on you?”
“Yes ,it’s in my y-fronts”, the cat amiably miaowed.
“Hi Dave,this is Emile.Can you come quick.Annie is unconscious and what is worse,she has scratched the new bath.”
In fact it was Emile who had scratched the bath that morning but since Stan had not noticed he hoped to, callously, pass the blame onto poor Annie.
How cruel can a cat be? Ask any mouse! Still in the end God made all of us and what a terrifying and beautiful world it is.
And of so say all of us
I lost my nationality by speaking Anglo Saxon
They are sending me back to Germany
I can just imagine sending the Germans to live behind a Wall again.
But did God promise Saxony to my ancestors for ever?
If so, they kept no written account They could not write
But even children write in the UK
I have lost my passport on the road
Jesus took it off me for the code
I’m a spy but I am pure as snow
Don’t tell Boris.he is keeping low.
Barbed wire hair and stunning metal eyes
Don’t stare at me lest something in you die.
Made to last,oh Venom be you mine.
I’ll poison snakes and make them more unkind.
Who is native to olde England ?
The Celts were pushed far westward or were banned.
The ancient Britons vanished,so we understand
No doubt killed by sword or kill ed by hand
So who was left alive to procreate?
The fearsome Vikings standing by the gate?
The Spanish sailors wrecked and full of hate.
The Normans came with a weak claim to state
And many refugees who tempted fate.
So do not show your cruel face or your rage.
Who are we to put men in a cage ?
I can’t pass the written English exam for immigrants because I rarely use punctuation marks.They annoy me
But it you were born here it is alright.Is that fair?
There’s many a comma twixt failure and success
If you don’t know, you will just have to guess
You may get it right, you may get it wrong.
Put that new comma right where it belongs
The Holly tree is home to many birds
The prickly leaves uts enemies. deter
I lost my oyster card then they said noone with my name was British.
What is your name ?
Siobhan Free Ireland Now
Well it seems you must be Irish
How did you guess!
I am clever
That’s an odd name.
I lost my nationality fot saying
Roman Catholic is not an Ethnic gtoup
I lost mine as I have no passport nor driving license.
But licentiousness is condemned in the Bible.And foreign travel caused the pandemic.
You can’t win unless you are the wife of Boris Johnson.
When love is nothing but a word,
When our deep feelings can’t be shared.
When joy and woe unwoven lie
When we can’t speak, except to sigh…..
When we are lost behind the glass,
When burdened feelings never pass,
When noone is a trusted friend
When we are scared but cannot bend.
When love embodied goes away
When we are numbed but cannot say.
When we are rigid with the strain.
When life has little but such pain
We suffer as our will has gone
And we’ve no task to lure us on.
We need to know we’re not alone
That love can penetrate a stone.
That like the Christ we rise to life
When we endure with will its strife.
When we accept that all is lost,
But wish to live despite the cost.
Then we are saved as are the flowers
Which decorate the fields and bowers
Though all shall crumble into dust,
While we’re alive we’ll slake our lust.
She sat down for so long her circulation stopped
Diagnosis: Died of ignorance
Her hair was so thin she was ashamed to go out
Died of social anxiety, late onset
She was very plain but didn’t know until she saw herself in the mirror
Diagnosis :Shock made her heart spasm.
Died of fear and rage.
She ate a large plateful of steak pie and chips
Then ate a meringue
Died of indigestion and stupidity or both
Her husband hit her with the frying pan
Died because the pan was cast iron.
Death was not intended nor expected
Verdict :Suicide as he had hit her so many times, she could have left
Note: Cast iron may cook well but it is dangerous when you throw it across the room
Mathematics cannot say
Why the branches with air play.
Nor how the chilly winter breeze
Rearranges these bare trees
How they dance above their roots
Though they have no feet nor shoes
In the dark night while we rest
They dance to music ,loving guests
When humid heat weighs down the air
They dance lightly everywhere
The tree is stretching upwards to the sun
Soon its fruiting year will have begun
How my heart sings 