Day: June 20, 2023

Annihilating all that’s made

Remember how our breathing slows right down
When we see a small bird close at hand
We want the happy moment to expand
To feel the greenness, let ourselves be drowned

Our breathing comes much faster in the town
Our hearts will beat as fast as Previn’s hands
We lose our mind and body, their demands
We may walk in traffic like dead clowns

See the human faces as they frown
They may update their phone,a thousand pounds!
They may park and ride the underground
To Mayfair with a credit card and crown

We need to create new memories that last
In Dedham Vale with wild geese flying past

We need others’ touch

As crops need rain,so I need loving touch

As flowers need sun, I cannot have too much

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To feel your breathing when there is no light.w

As birds need wings,so we need company

As birds need nests so we need privacy

Before we try to think we need to see.

Before we act we we must have learnt to be.

Do not close your heart and soul today.

If you’re alone then call on God and pray

Thinking is bad

Thinking is bad for the Brain

I’ll never do it again.

I’ll feel my way through life

I’ll be a witch, not a wife

No offence meant to most men

Talking too much is a bore.

Don’t make me stand at the door

You should have told me before

Words are like arrows

That shoot at the matador

Yet children still play on the shore

Mary classifies her clothes

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Mary woke up feeling gloomy and tired.She drank her tea which Stan used to bring her.It’s a real nuisance for a woman having to make her own tea in the morning
I am fed up,she told Emile.I miss my bicycle but it’s too dangerous now.And walking hurts.
Sitting by her bed she viewed all the clothes she had recently washed and dried which were manifold.What to do with them..Well,Mary thought,with our ideas we have to categorise them ans so I will apply the same principle here.
She divided her clothes into groups.Then into subgroups.Why, it’s a science she thought.Then she folded her underwear neatly just the way it came in the packs from M and S the famous Jewish British and EU department store.
She put all the odd socks into a clear polythene bad and put the remaining ones into a shelf in her white wooden wardrobe.She admired her teal coloured tights which Stan had loved and put them with the black ones she wore most often in winter
Suddenly she heard a dog bark.What’s that? she shouted in alarm
Emile giggled.
I did it.he said,you were not listening to me.So I barked.
I am sure God will not like that.What did you want.
It’s time for coffee,he announced.
Alright,Mary said.I’ll leave these polo necks till later.They want downstairs into the teal and cream coloured kitchen/breakfast room and Mary filled the kettle and took her Nokia off the charger.

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It seems to run down too fast,she thought.Even when I never used it.I only got it for emergencies and £5 a month from BT seems a good offer.But like many of her gadgets she really bought them to see how they worked;as she had a good sense of direction she did not really use the maps.
She picked up the post.There was the dreaded bank statement and Credit Card Bill. from M and S
Hello,Barclays here.
Hello,I have not had a statement from you lately.
You never use the card.
That’s true,said Mary,I forget to buy anything.I forget I am a woman
In her purse she found a cheque for £60 from the Inland Revenue.
Look Emile.I’ll buy you a new basket.And a some cat toys.
Thanks purred Emile.You are so sweet,mother.
I’m not your mother,Mary informed him wildly
Well you are like a mother,kind and gentle… most of the time.
You little flattery battery,she giggled .
Looking at the bank statement she was relieved not to be over-drawn.Stan had expensive tastes and she always bought him too many clothes,the best food and other delightful things.He was not greedy,she enjoyed spoiling him and so did he!
Well,two horrible jobs done she thought and her mood rose as she realised things were better than she had hoped.
Even finding the cheque was out of date did not worry her.She phoned the Tax Office who said they’d send another one.
We all know how nice it is to get a little money we didn’t expect.
She went upstairs and decided to change her outfit.She took off her comfy old jeans and put on a black needlecord dress with blue and green flowers all over with a pair of smart black shoes.
Why are you all dressed up,asked Emile.
To give pleasure to the human race,she murmured as she put on her red wool winter coat.
I am going out to take some photos she said.The mgnolias are out and the bluebells.
Which camera shall I take,she pondered..
I’ll take this Nikon one,she decided; Because I like the name.
Is that a good way to choose a camera,asked Emile.
Well, what do you suggest?
Well many are called cameras but few are chosen ,the naughty cat replied.
I know I have several she said.People give me their old ones and as I am ignorant they all seem ok to me.They are my toys..
And how about that new wok and the ceramic milk pan? I’ve been taking notes,b wittered on
Are you going to be a detective,Mary laughed.
Can’t a woman buy a new pan?I keep burning the non stick ones so I decided to try ceramic.
I hope you don’t stir fry my cat food,Emile chortled.
No,I have not yet got a wok cookery guide.
But you have got an electric egg boiler,which surprised me, he miaowed.
It’s because it switches itself off,she told him.I get engrossed in my study of enjambment and forget the time.
Thinking is bad for you,Emile told her.
And so say all of us.
Thinking is bad for the brain
I’ll never do it again.
I’ll be a girl again
Ignore all handsome men.
I’ll got out and play in the rain

From despair

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When marriage was a sacrament and life was lived as prayer
We lived inside a structure; we knew anatomy
The living hands of God then came to hold us from despair

Each event had its known ways when ritual was pure.
Birth was lucky, death expected, Royal poverty.
Marriage was a sacrament and life was lived as prayer

Meaning leaked like ink runs down the page that is no cure
For those who cannot read the word must live in gravity
Yet feel the living hands of God to hold them from despair

When angels dwell in gold serene and stars look far and bare
There may be cruel reckonings as boats cross the dark sea
Yet marriage was a sacrament and life was lived as prayer

But now it is the government who hear no poor man’s plea
Thus hell is made by laziness, ignited is the Tree
If marriage were a sacrament and life a piercing prayer
The living hands of God would come to hold us from despair