A map's a guide to find a world
Knitted by angels,plain or pearled,
And though you need a map as guide,
Keep your own eyes open wide.
I spent a year caught in a map
Until I found a big enough gap
I crawled out through this exit slit,
So here I am,like some half wit.
Words can act like heroin,
You live so high,where I have been.
But onto earth I gladly fall.
The air, the sun, the rain is all.
My senses are my lovers long-
My ears,my eyes,my skin my tongue.
The winds caress my naked flesh,
To dwell on earth is all I wish.
I'll live with mice and birds and plants,
I'll share my food with miscreants
I'll keep my words inside a tin;
And only, now and then,go in.
I'll live with cats and spiders three.
And like a wild flower grow quite free.
I' ll give my words to those who hear,
And eventually I'll disappear
Earth to earth then ash to ash
When soaked with rain I shall disperse.
My atoms wing like butterflies,
And to the Flower I'll fly,disguised.
Did you ever have a lover
with long red hair?
For long red hair
I long to care.
Did you ever have a lover,
and then another lover?
For there’s added gain
if you feel no pain.
Did you ever have a lover
who loved your eyes
and never ever lied,
and let you cry?
Whatever was the trouble.
You’ll never have a lover.
if you have no time for others
for love needs care,
As well as hair!
Here and there are people
who live with their lives with scruples;
if you’re scruple free,
then let it be.
Oh,let it be is fine,
Except for the divine.
I want to be involved
For I can’t please all the folk,
Who touch me with their talk.
My heart has melted down…
and now I’ve grown a world
completely on my own.
Were you ever quite alone
Like a toad under a stone?
Did you ever hear a groan
as you wrote your own poem?
For you’ll never write a poem
that makes me laugh..
Because my feet are in the shower
but my body’s in the bath.
My head is on the shelf…
and I’ve lost all of my stealth…
Yet you will love me
Evermore and evermore
You’ll be standing on the shore;
Watching the horizon,
wondering how the world’s gone.
Oh,you’ll never be a poet,
Unless you make notes..
They take you to the limit…..
Love,whatever is it?
The words seem like a roar…
I love your heart’s deep core..
Come back to me, my sweetheart
Don’t leave me all alone.
Come back to me, my darling
I can’t believe you’ ve gone.
I’m crying ‘cos I’m feeling blue again.
I’m crying’cos I’m falling like a stone.
Oh, let me tempt you with my beauty
And my voice forever young.
Let me tempt you with my spirit
My laughter and my songs.
I’m crying ‘cos I never did you wrong.
I’m crying ‘cos with you I still belong.
I thought maybe I’d follow,
To see where you have gone
But there’s a hand upon this tiller
That is not mine alone.
I’m crying ‘cos I wrote this old blue song.
I’m crying ‘cos I’ve been lonely for too long.
The hand upon my tiller
The mystery of the dark
The unknown one who lives in me
And sings like a skylark.
I’m singing ‘cos I wrote you a new song.
I’m singing ‘cos the cat ain’t got my tongue.
In the land that dreams dwell in
where love and joy and life begin;
how swiftly the deep rivers flow
from those lost lands of long ago.
I wander through wild poppy fields
Underfoot the dark earth yields….
I see the flowering fruit trees start
Their blossoms gather round my heart…
I hear the sparrows sing with joy
And bees their busy wings employ.
In those lost lands I saw your face
And now I long for your embrace.
Are you real,am I deceived?
From this earth we all must leave.
Earth to earth and ash to ash
Glory,pride and boasting pass.
Leave me now,my dearest one
Soon I too will be called on.
Nothing lasts but truth is real
Keep the truth and your ideals..
Earth to earth, we rest in clay
We must give all self away
Softly on this earth I roam
Seeking still my love and home,
for until the very end
Love and kindnss may descend.
Soft as wings of butterflies
Tears well up and wet my eyes.
My heart has melted into yours
Thus we grow and die like flowers
Are you troubled by poor eyesight?Why not drive to Teesdale to see High Force
Or why not imitate our new unelected ruler and visit Barnard Castle ?
Don’t fall in the Tees [ if your eyes are worse]
Only about 30 miles from Durham and its Cathedral
Seeing such things in scientifically proven to strengthen your vision
If in the rare case your vision worsens en route you may kill a few people
but not as many as the Corona virus.So don’t feel bad
Do remember you might get killed, but when your time is up……..
My old blue fountain pen allows The ink across this page to flow Like wet paint from an artist’s brush, And words come in a rush. Enchanted by the hand that writes . Bewitched by art,beauty alights The script is like a music score Through which we step as through a door, Imagination’s home. As,mysteriously, to you, to me, The spirits of our hearts are tamed , By rhythms of pen,of brush, of mind, They enter vision quite unplanned, Like moths to flutter softly round Fire joined heart and hand The pen slows down,the hand grows still, And ,just as dreams at daybreak will, They shrink,they disappear,they’re gone Like dew dies in hot sun
I was planning to put on a quotation from William James but can’t find the exact words he used,so this is a paraphrase: The art of wisdom is knowing what to overlook” Another thought:
Over the last twenty years we’ve been recommended to be more assertive [women,especially] Silence is a neglected response nowadays but it sometimes produces better results And finally I have been reading “Anger” by Carol Tavris.I likeit very much. She shows that the fashionable notion of getting your anger out #by shouting,hitting cushions or indeed hitting someone else does not get rid of your anger ,it increases it. Accepting your anger and counting to a hundred can often reduce the amount of anger you feel long term. And divorced people who kept on talking about how nasty their ex-spouses were for years after the divorce did much less well than people who once the first shocks were over refused to let themselves keep repeating the stories about their evil partners to their friends and acquaintances. So it seems self control,tongue control and self discipline maybe making a comeback. However,moderation in all things even moderation is probably a good idea