The shops look all the same to me.
plastic human models with no heads
are placed in the windows
showing us how we might look
if we bought the latest “fashions”.
“
People walk, by dropping paper and cans
some look at me,most don’t
I’m invisible now ,I’m a ghost.
I haunt my familiar spaces
the library green and the path by the river

The phone shops tempt us with large notices:
Just £39 per month for the best of all,
the latest,the new maps and locations
faster access to email and photos.
Look ,here I am,another selfie.The only beauty is a pigeon in the sun
and a black man with gentle,luminous eyes
smiling at me as he sweeps away the paper
tossed down by the blinded people
who jabber beside the coffee shop.

From Finland to the Phillipines

Egypt to Xanadu

From the North Pole to  the Netherlands,

I love only you.

That isn’t very Christian

Nor would it please the  Jew.

So  if I must be good,my dear.

Then I willl love two.

When I get more holy

And know where the virtues be

I’ll  be  even better then

For I will then love three.

When I get dark, old and grey

And soon will be no more

I’ll make Jesus happy,

For I shall love a score.

From Alaska to Andalucia

Berlin to Borneo

If God spares  me  much longer

I’ll love ninety four!

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I àm glad they have found something that’ might help. There is tremendous amount of anxiety now. This may have a very bad effect on people mostly people who will never get it.What I have found distressing is that most older people do not have any hobbies or personal interests and sit watching the television for Hours Is it at all possible to try to find some kind of intellectual or artistic stimulus that you can practice before you get to be too old. Writing short stories or poems which will help you even if they are not very good quality.Going to art classes again it helps you whether or not you are any good at art and makes you observant when you go out as you can wonder what colours you would use to paint the sky which has such a variety of colors in it at different times of the day.It’s a very good idea to keep going for walks even if they are very short because it helps the blood social ocean and more blood will go to your brain.Even gossiping will help the brain but don’t take them to court for anything.That will not help your brain in the long run.What can we do ourselves rather than relying entirely on the hope for scientific research is a positive step. And whatever happens to you when you’re old you’ll find it very beneficially if you could write about it even keeping a journal or writing matters to your relatives instead of sending emails.It’s rarely too late for something good to happen know that because it’s what I have done myself.Don’t wait do something.

With a biro scribble down the lines

No Fountain pen,no Rorsach blots, no nibs

Lots of paper needed every time.

Words are are hewed from rock the’re never glib

Laptops message easier to write

Yet they use no muscles,axe nor line

No hands are wrung no paper pierced,no fight.

The brain is severed from the hand unkind.

If there is a written script it sells

It conveys it’s vision through the hands, the heart

It’s not just to the brain but every cell

Heal yourself by feeling not by charts

Walk about with pockets full of pens.

Every word on every line makes sense

[2017 recalled]

When ancient peoples sacrificed to God
They offered up the best of what they had.
The king’s own son would be the frequent choice
As insulting a God was seen as vice.

And when a man goes courting for a bride
He offers her a ring that satisfies
He does not give her tin or zinc or lead
But gold or diamonds glorify the bed.

Yet here in modern or post-modern times
We offer up the lowest as our sacrifice.
And so the wealthy shall go straight to hell
As murderers of the sick and poor who fell.

In the past, the rich gave to the poor
But now they burned them up in Grenfell Tower.

T

The shops look all the same to me.
plastic human models with no heads
are placed in the windows
showing us how we might look
if we bought the latest “fashions”.
“
People walk, by dropping paper and cans
some look at me,most don’t
I’m invisible now ,I’m a ghost.
I haunt my familiar spaces
the library green and the path by the river

The phone shops tempt us with large notices:
Just £39 per month for the best of all,
the latest,the new maps and locations
faster access to email and photos.
Look ,here I am,another selfie.

The only beauty is a pigeon in the sun
and a black man with gentle,luminous eyes
smiling at me as he sweeps away the paper
tossed down by the blinded people
who jabber beside the coffee shop.