A bird taps


A bird taps on this window every day,
Frail as flying leaves are in a gale.
But now he perches on the potted bay.
He feels the weather like the blind do braille.

This bird is faithful and I hold him dear.
He’s fearless as he pecks upon the glass.
We hope he has a modicum of fear,
For who knows when a sparrow hawk will pass?

I see him like a human soul forlorn
Struggling to discern a newer way.
For soon he may be taken by a storm
But blithely he will eat, and after play.

The smallest bird has trust in the Unknown
By his example, our own way is shown

Patient silence

The cause of sadness also shows its end;

That we let go the loved one and remain.

Such comfort,aid and love we have from friends

Helps us bear the heart’s most dangerous pain.

But if our friends fear their own hidden grief.

If sorrow is never let to touch their heart;

Then friendship’s stolen by a nervous thief;

As wishing to retain our self,we part.

The friends who sit in silent company

Who look for no reward yet love us true

Who show, quite clear, desireless empathy;

They are friends who warmth and hope imbue.

Patient silence may do more than words

The utterance of the heart is not absurd.

Unedited

I want you what it would be like if I use speech to text and did no corrections because easy my hands hurt

Even with something very simple it could come out very old

It has lots of words source and some of them are much more heavily than others so it’s nice to put one of those in so what you writing because that’s the most likely want to be correct but it is not necessarily the one that you wanted what the computer thinks is correct it’s not hurt

Sometimes we do the simple things our self. When we are with a friend try to fix what they say in 2 what is the most common inside our head but it might not be what they mean preceding people can be fraught with errors to 2

Keighley reminders of someone we love or someone we hate or a fighting girl it’s all brown is trying to fit the new reality into the patterns we have become familiar from the past

Mary Oliver arguments ikos bye people filling in too many places with the old vision and not with what their country is there open their eyes properly in a sentence

It’s time for lunch and then I’m going to eat a chocolate from a box I have just got to celebrate

My help from NHS England

Do you have problem with your doctor or similar NHS England are very useful indeed and swift to act

Do you remember?

Do you remember before type C USB cords?

Before robot vacuum cleaners

Before swiping

Before digital cameras

Before smartphones with cameras

Before you could charge 4 things at once

Before you could charge anything.

Where we had telephone kiosks

And we got paper envelopes with letters inside

Before we could have live chats

With British gas or e.ON

When the children playing out of doors

Were we arguing about which TV programme to watch

When now we have our own screens

When will we stop having sex with another person

Yet we will have to fantasise or look at porn

There will be no exit from our heads

The vacuum cleaner will still work night and day

Do you remember?

Do you remember before type C USB cords

Before robot vacuum cleaners

Before swiping

For digital cameras

Before smartphones with cameras

Before you could charge 4 things at once

Before you could charge anything.

Where we had telephone kiosks

And we got paper envelopes with letters inside

Before we can have live chats

With British gas or e.ON

When the street was busy with women at home and children playing out of doors

Were we arguing about which TV programme to watch

When I know we have our own screens

When will we stop having sex with another person

Yet we will have to fantasise or look at porn

There will be no exit from our heads

Smokey Essex cornfields, insects’ pyres

While my husband kissed me in our bed
Our cat would  lounge on top and lick his head
No matter what gyrations that cat saw
All he did was pat us with his paws
The happy days of learning,  how  love feels
How to entertain with spicy meals
Of walking by warm rivers hand in hand
Watching coots and moorhens ,washing pans
Buying an old kettle in a Sale
Driving  out to Ongar ,stubble fires
Smokey Essex cornfields, insects’ pyres
Driving  down the Saxon Cliffs at Hythe
Soft teal Sea,Capel le Ferne, men’s eyes
Happy  in a cottage in the wilds
Singing with the  birds, we walked for miles
Kersey where the ducks bathe in the street
Kissing in the hedges, oh my Sweet
Getting  our own garden, growing beans
Growing spinach, lettuce and snap peas
Picking  our blackcurrants, making tea
Making jam from raspberries what glee
This proves that when you marry   love won’t end
Cooking  dinners  talking with our friends
Wearing jeans and  hair so long it flowed
My husband liked to brush it till it glowed
I dream some nights my hair is still like that
And how  the cat slept with his paws in it
How his father died and mother grieved
Life is joy and pain  and knotted love
On we went, that love  was what we grew
Though anger  did rise up and strain the glue
First the cat died, then my man went too
I will not sleep with  ghosts   when I love you