Month: August 2023

The maple tree is now the president

The garden’s now a Wood ,where dwell three wolves
The maple red is now the president
And all the laws and rules have been devolved
For the sake of other residents

This green country gives heart like mine no grief
For hidden are the houses standing near
And as the wolves dance, I watch with relief
Though ants and beetles stand around and stare

For wolves are never seen in suburbs tame
And maples are at home in foreign lands
It may be that the satyrs play new games
And smuggle in some creatures contraband.

Let explanations die their long due death.
Let’s lose our minds and dance in happiness.

No music

No singing

Who can sing with joy hearts qare hard

Or offer comfort when our children starve

With all the entertainment we are bored

Or linger long with gin all gambling cards.

Who will cut his only cloak in half?

The devil in his hidden lait er observes

No singing

Against sadness

Against sadness:no-one here can weep
Nor lounge about enjoying melancholy deep.
Was Van Gogh senseless to permit his muse.
For his masterpieces ,was the price too steep?
We see the yellow chair but not his views
Nor his mind where technique made such leaps.
Nor was his journey broadcast on the news.
Against sadness.

Happiness or joy is hard to find
When we rest, the News preys on our minds
Yet some are cold towards the slaughtered priest
His nose a beak of bone in old face lined
Now Muslims go to Mass and join Christ’s feast
Against sadness.

What rages in the mind make men kill thus?
In Syrian wars the innocents fare worse.
But these are our near neighbours so we weep
And wonder how to end the frightening curse
The sins we once committed hold us deep
We hold our hands out wanting to be nursed
Against sadness

The world’s hollow like a shell

I’m in deep now,never been this deep before
The world’s hollow like a shell and I’m out its door.
In so deep, the ocean has its own startled floor.
I’m down,down.down.never been so dark , so more

I can’t rightly tell how I got where I am
I think I had an accident,fell over, then I swam.
Sometimes it’s a loss, be times it’s my man.
I guess I only do it cos I know some folk can.

I don’t know if the joy is worth the pain
Would I choose to relive if, I was born again?
The deep joy is the amazing gain.
But the sorrow is damn sad, let’s admit it plain.

I’m in deep and it’s over my head
What was I thinking of,when I fell out of that bed?
I look up and the sea’s so turquoise like that mist is red
When we get good and mad and wish some loon was dead.

At first, it was all just black,black pain
But from the bottom of the well, I looked up with awed love again.
That’s when I recalled,feelings are deep and sane
Joy is much greater when we’re in the deep,deep zone.

I dunno if I’m ever comin’ out.
We can’t control it,ain’t that what life’s all about?
I’ll never love with innocence again,nor not feel doubt.
But I’m no teapot and the devil ain’t got my spout.

I’m swimming and the ocean’s so mysteriously bright
Down here we don’t have no day nor no night
Fish nudge me with big grins and teeth white
Sea flowers fondle me and whisper,turn off that light

The black cat

The sky is stark ,the air is cool and still
The black cat’s run,the birds unflowed all day
I sit alone and with some totty pray
Ye cast o’ foolish thoughts, you raped my will.

We’ve all enraged the bureaucratic mills
Oh frigid purse, I never ought to pay!
The sky ‘s a’spark,the air is warm and shrill
The saturnine demoted found their way

With this feathered pounce, my sample quill,
I cite the cheque and date it for next May.
Oh,tit for tat, the tiger’s bed ‘s astray.
And now all’re nettled by a harlot’s will
The sky ‘s a shark, the air is sharper still.

The next letter

Dear All,
I am sure you can’t wait for my next installment of news and family success stories
.I am out of breath after putting away all my groceries, brought by Ocado.At last, I have some Waitrose food.It’s 3 years since I had any.
My first son who was born when I was a student at Boxford… yes, he is illegitimate but never mind, well he is coming to see me but not his father who is a Professor Emeritus.”Embarrassed Us” would be apter!
So I have splashed out and bought some tinned leekoup and also liver and bacon instead
of the Whiskas cat food I eat with pasta most days..Alas, I forgot to get any puddings but I may well make a bitter chocolate mould or a Russian Cheesecake.I suspect it is really a Jewish recipe but why does that matter?They invented/discovered God as well as writing and ethics.
If God liked Mary that is enough to make me like their cheesecakes.And their faces.And their voices.
My son is an MP but his name is a secret.From you, I mean.Not from the voters.He is trying his best but with all those other nitwits it’s not easy.If you watched “The House of Cards” you will get the picture.He is married and has six children.Why he is almost like a brother to me.His children are all silent but gifted.One can actually read music.I never even knew you were meant to
Normally I listen to it but it takes all sorts!
Into the kitchen now
Byee
Kristy