Ode to a light bulb

Oh,light bulb foreseen by our God

Save us all from darkness’ rod

You are our Saviour as foretold In prophecy by ancients bold.

We will worship you at night

When sunken is the sun so bright. We’ll watch TV and Kindle fire

No more to play shall we aspire. We’ll wear ourselves out watching screens, As from a can we eat baked beans We’ll send for pizzas with our phones

With which we never feel alone. We might talk to our partner dear Though to text is easier. .

We see the neon street lights gleam

Where once we saw the moon’s cold beams

And in bed we read our books With a kindle or a nook .

We put beneath our pillows fair

i phones which we long to hear

Can one have too much new light? From technology some take flight For gone are seasons, and their fruit

As our computer we reboot.

New potatoes all year round Avocados once quite rare

Now are seem here everywhere. Melons,grapes and fresh green peas

As the birds sing,life’s a breeze.

Oh light bulbs,fluorescent tubes.

Electric candle, light is cubed.

We thank you for extended days Maybe we’ll find time for prayers. God is great in mystery

No light bulb can help us see.

In silence,darkness, meditate

Wonder what will be our fate.

As retribution for our wrong

Satan stabs us with his prongs

He needs no more light in hell .

The fiery furnace cooks as well.

You want to share British culture?

This is not me

How to look and be Bringlish

If you go to a friend’s for supper, never take a bottle of water or wine.Never turn water into wine and never get shrunk even if he is a psychoanalyst

Wash your clothes but don’t iron them
Go out in only a T shirt and jeans at night in winter.
Go to A and E as much as you can except when you have acute coronary syndrome or sepsis
Old grey /beige anoraks look good on most “English” people
Never wear a red hat.They might think you are Father Christmas
Wear skirts that show your thighs off or leggings that show everything off.Saves men buying soft porn.But do not charge.
Do wear crop tops and low rise jeans especially in winter.
Jeans with rips are perfect for old ladies.Rip them yourself.
[Teach Yourself How to Rend your Garments £4.99 my e book’]
Wear thick padded down coats in the summer.
Never wear a summer dress unless you are a man
Never wear petticoats and other lingerie unless you are a man
Wear a T shirt saying: Anti-Semitic, moi? while touring Oxford looking for pubs
Wear a T shirt saying: Belgians, go back to Congo..
Wear a T shirt saying: Take that French Leave now
Wear a T shirt saying: No sprechen Sie Deutsch/Believe me.Nein.Ten,When?
Wear a T shirt saying: I feel Rubbish/I feel your pane/I just feel you.
Wear a T shirt that says :I Luv money/I have an oyster card/I have no bike to get on.
Wear a T shirt saying: I want leave to commit crime/I want Remain to leave./I want leave to Remain.
Wear a T shirt that says: Educated in Burton, can’t spell
Wear a T shirt saying: Och aye, President Rump!
Make sure your hair is exposed— both head and pubic.
I don’t understand either but they keep saying, where are you from?
I say, here. But somehow they don’t believe me.Yet.
I am getting my T shirt tomorrow.It says: I’m a Viking and I don’t care.What’s your problem?

I remember everything

I can see you in our house

In the kitchen, on the stairs

I see you  playing in the street

And on your rocking chair.

I see you in Saint Patrick’s church

Were we went on Saturday

And when you were in hospital

You held your beads and prayed.

You had to use your fingertips

Before I bought the beads

I half wish I had died with you

It hurts inside, I bleed

I have got a photograph

It’s us three girls and Mam

Now you’ve gone away with them

My sister,oh my lamb

My   Mother and my Father 

my sisters and one boy

I remember Christmas Day

Happy with our toys

One by one the people go

Till one is left alone

I remember everything

It’s written in my bones

We walked the Cleveland Hills when love was new

The places I associate with you,
Durham in the deepest, whitest frost
The places that I dream of what we knew

We walked the Cleveland Hills when love was new
Saw icy windows in your parent’s house.
The places I associate with you

Lincoln floodlit, threw me to my knees….
We crossed the Humber in midwinter lost
The places that I dream of, that we knew

Christmas time your mother felt so blue
We walked the sea edge Redcar,Saltburn first .
The places I associate with you

But where’ve you gone and why is there no clue?
I travel in my dreams ,with you impressed.
The places I associate with you,
The spaces where we travelled ,where are you?

I remember everything

I remember  you were sitting by my bed

listening when I told you all my woes

sewing little name tapes on my clothes

I find it hard to think that you are dead

I put my woolen jumper on today

Nearly Christmas and so I wear the red

I remember every word you said

And how with my glass rosary beads you prayed

Yesterday your children came around

They brought me Christmas food and lighted tree

Our sadness and our love unite and free

In the Christmas air, the music sounds

So you are gone in person but you’re here.

In our loving voices and our tears