Day: Jan 19, 2026
Mary wishes she was organised
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 and 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 bag and put the remaining ones onto 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. 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 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 had 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 magnolias 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, Emile 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 enjambent 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 fine, handsome men. I’ll got out and play in the rain
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When the policeman came
When the policeman came I was in the kitchen
I heard the front door opening and then his voice
Your son is in the infirmary, he was knocked from his bicycle by a large wall that fell down as he was passing.
Every hair on my head stood up like a bristle
Next we were at the Royal infirmary
Mam runs in and sees my brother; she starts hitting him
That’s all I remember but it was lucky in a way because the people responsible gave him a new bicycle
No one in our family ever had a new bicycle even myself when I was teaching at the university I had a second hand bicycle.
Was I waiting for a wall to fall on me? Well it’s too late now because I can’t see but I can’t stand up easily but if someone lifted me I could ride a bicycle.
There was some law that we couldn’t have anything even when we needed it and we stuck to this law most of our lives but never worked out why.
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Christ,we’re underwhelmed in feelings
There are no hours and minutes in a day
Whatever Nokia Lumias might display
Babylonian clocktowers hover;
Cracked a wall , now built in Dover,
There are sixty cuckoos to gainsay.
Day and night, or hey, what black and white
People range in hues of fruits delight
I like olive and Greenpeacers
Wearing hats from crowns off steeples
Day and night,oh shall we take a flight?
I see the Berlin Wall is coming back
Mexico has ordered ten sick plaques
Trump has promised work forever:
Dangerous walls from Hell to Dover
Even God has been electro-shocked
No ,these demons cannot get across
They’re stuck in an inferno; what is worse……….
God now can’t be omnipresent.
He has high walls around Grace Crescent.
Holy Moses,who can take this flak?
If you miss yer dinner,don’t it hurt?
Same as if yer finger gets a cut
Refugees with their feet bleeding–
Christ,we’re underwhelmed in feelings
Get a barbed wire fence, and kick them back.
The Lord’s THEIR shepherd, so we’re gonna pay.
He watches US like NEVER from today
We’re ex-colonial looters
We’re Self-esteem Unlimited.
Now the Devil’s comin’ out as grey.
Oh,someone jumped the Central Line today
Could not take this life so full of play
Oxford Street was blocked by walls
Of vehicles sent to the last Call.
What is my vocation,what my Play?
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Tha end of the Holy Land
Evoking the beauty og stars far away,
I like to watch geese at the end of the day. Patterns and poems disclose other worlds.
Feel the hand of a baby with the fingers all curled See the trust and the smile when the mother is home,
To create entire worlds for the one she has borne.
For chaos and panic or not far away
Even in adults who don’t care to say.
The little hands touch me so deeply, so well; How come the world is diving to hell?
How can we kill little wains by the score
Was it for this that I opened your door?
Was it for this that love electrified us,
And we were lost in each other, in the holy white dove.
Was it for war that we gave love our wombs.
Making more soldiers and filling more tombs
The bombs are a-loading they’re having parades. It’s not North Korea, it’s Washington, dude.
Let the tanks roll on Corrie and the Bedouin tribes. Let the allies laugh blindly as the Lord Jesus dies.
O take me, dear mother.Please take me away
I can’t see the point in saying my prayers.
The leaders’ religions are making God frown.
The desert is empty, the tents all dragged down. The centuries of living so free , so mobile;
The holy land blessing as they pause for while. The little black tents like wombs of the night
Are all gone to shredders as we sing, Silent Night.
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