With words. he pulled some in and pushed some out He wanted love but still encountered doubts Should he make commitments then feel trapped? Should he disappear from lovers’ maps? He joined an online dating site and smiled His profile photo strong and slightly wild He got ten ladies asking for a date Did they want a lover or a mate? He gazed upon their photos,felt confused Did he want a wife or perhaps a muse? He could not bring himself to use the phone Spent the evening time at home alone
He fell into obsessive thought and dreams A new friend may be party to a scheme Could he trust his judgement or their truth Soon he lost his temper, gnashed his teeth Should he seek a therapist for aid? Was his mind withdrawn or in decay? Should he join a gym or grow a beard? Was he what they wanted, what they feared? In the end he thought his life away He died in bed alone one autumn day It does not matter deeply what we choose But life is more important than these clues
Seems the seven plagues are coming back Now we are in Lockdown for control Of care for others, seems there was a lack Oh, the seven plagues are riding back We never saw the swift and silent rat Where are those lost entities called “souls”? I say, the deadly plagues are fast and wreck The total Lockdown. who then will console? Noone will admit they knew the facts Killing any virus is a knack Both high intelligence and smooth sweet tact Suddenly I hear the thunder roll What’s the good of weeping by a crack Noone worships tears in sugar bowls
Would you like a waiter? No, thanks .I am a vegetarian
I’d like water Mine or from the river?
Would you like your tea in a pot? i’d prefer it sitting on my chair
Can tea sit? No, but it can lie Lie! On your food
Do you want milk in your tea? Who is this Milk? Did you learn Greek at school? I just picked it up.Is there a vaccine? Was it ancient ? It seemed fresh to me.But the ancient is safer Why did you give up history? It seemed like nonsense Now everything seems like that Well,I can’t give up Everything. Can I hold your hand? Act like a man.On second thoughts, No. Why not, since I adore you You don’t even know me Make the most of that I do try. Try better
Why do women have their toes sucked? They like a man at their feet I think it’s very common Indeed, vulgar. Do you like it? I can’t lift my foot to my mouth Can I help? No, my joints won’t bend The only answer is to cut yout feet off. I’d rather bite my nails Very wise. Be off or I’ll bite yours.
Are you British? I sadly admit I am It’s not your fault Boris’s great grandfather was Turkish Did they come in a dinghy? No, on an inflatable mattress It’s still illegal Was it illegal then? A magic carpet is better For what?
As democracy is perfected, the office of the president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day, the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.0
Can we change our point of view alone? What can give perspective to a poem? Shall I outline what we ought to do? Shall I sketch the patterns,are you blue? Move your eyes and you will move your soul Looking at the men queue for the dole Do you want to mix the colours first Oh,I drank the water, what a thirst I shall use my tea and this gouache Let the colours wander as they splash Women nursing babies need good food If you have no children, do not brood When Hitler went to Munich in a rage We got a new perspective of the age I didn’t go myself for I was framed I was just encrypted ,it’s no shame Never use a rubber when you’re wrong Never kill a blackbird while it sings Never go to bed with any one Make it two or three, we need some fun Never use art pastels on your cheeks Never use a water jar that leaks You must be spontaneous as a rule To produce cartoons, you must be cruel You must learn techniques and then forget Never tell the Universe we met. Remember every line I draw for you Never store your water in a shoe
Astounded by love’s impact, my tears fell As if a door was opened up by you The reservoir of grief, the flooded bell, The marble on the shore, the hidden view. I stayed still and by you I was held In your golden cloud, I felt embraced You covered me with warmth,I was your child A candle in the gale,a shining face
I was silent,I was even dumb They who see a face can not unknow Love is not a method nor a sum Nor can logic point the way to go Do not ask for knowledge or belief Do not ask reprieve from human grief
There is a green hill far away There are hundreds, let’s make hay We don’t mow our hills for grass They have heather tops alas No local birds do a fly past If the lower fields are green There will be worms at work unseen From Winter Hill we saw North Wales The hills aren’t green, they’re hit by hail They have snow and they have rain The Irish Sea must take the blame The green hill is a metaphor Blessed is the God who saw
Oh,mother dear wherever have you been To leave a cat all day is very mean Emile,I need my freedom now and then I can’t love Dave but I would like a man I must go out to buy a handsome coat Cognac is the colour I love most
Emile cried, whatever do you think I saw some frogs a-courting in the sink I was on the draining rack up there They asked me to avert my amber stare Are frogs faithful, don’t they just leave spawn? They are cold towards tadpoles unborn We saw them by Moss Bank in shallow pools Mary wonders if all frogs are cruel Stan came in with his angels right behind They are tired of heaven, they’ve resigned Here’s a pin upon which they can dance Mary was delighted and entranced Do you need a dinner now you’ve died? I wouldn’t mind a steak, the old man sighed Some buttered new potatoes and a fool Rhubarb or vanilla would be cool I have done no shopping, Mary cried I have no money for the food you like Shall I get a pizza, fish and chips That will put some colour in your lips I am only joking, Stanley said I shall merely visit you in bed Emile wept with joy to see his Dad What a spirit, is he going mad? In came Annie in her long green coat Her eyes were black and scratched was her throat I fell into the Croal when eating chips See the bruises on my purple lips Never walk on water,Mary screeched Even when you cross all Southport Beach Stay away from danger,I’ll ring Dave He will dress your bruises with his gauze
Annie did not tell them all the truth She had fallen off the sloping roof
At last my one ambition is fulfilled I have a desk where I may write at will No more the dining table or a board A two desk family is safely moored Men must have their study if they write Though grandad was a coalminer at night And Father was a writer in gold paint Embellishing the Churches with quotes quaint He also did The Stations of the Cross Then he died, what torment ,oh what loss. We went to see his grave and said a prayer Jesus was so quiet, hardly there. But I believe in love and always will Now I’ll write my poems with a quill
If you need to find the perfect man Find one who’s a good companion For as we age we are not acrobats Preferring to dance slowly as we chat If you can go further, keep it quiet Or all your lonely neighbours may cause riots Very few lack a last faint desire Eying others in the Oldies’ Choir But when at home we like to read and talk Take the cat out for his daily walk Only jealousy revives the beast So with a married women flirt at least There is value in all kinds of sin Whatever life you choose, you’ll always win
The writer told me psychopaths love dogs Those who murder rarely keep a cat I wonder if a thief might love a frog! The author told me psychopaths love dogs Cookbook writers might go the whole hog; Sad ghouls enjoy the company of bats The writer told me psychopaths keep dogs Those who murder never love a cat
The thieves took only one of my blue mugs Spode, I think,from Holt where cars break down I still keep my wildflowers in the jug The thieves took only one thing, sweet blue mug My husband gave me China.so he browsed All Spode, I think,in Holt where we broke down The car was large but caused frustrated howls The thieves took only one thing, a blue mug My gifts from Holt, the bed ,the wedding gown
The sun sinks but it burns like a great fire;
All the sky’s aflame with fierce intent;
Who thinks of death as weakness, is a liar
Before the end our glory must be spent.
The graphics of the branches look Chinese
As blackened brush is drawn across red silk
Infinite yet countable my days
Running like a river without silt
Thus I am not transcendent in myself
But joined to all that lives I feel I am.
So in conjunction we will find our health
Ambivalence contains both lion and lamb.
The fire of orange leaves me with a glow
As into night I with all creatures go
Amber eyed, the cats hunt in the night The smallest creatures shiver, try to hide Eyes like ours can’t see the quivering grass Set to music by the mouse that passed
In the day time,slumped on cushioned chair, Jeremiah breathed the heated air Slept all day while we worked for the cash To feed this cat with more than mere green grass I went to post a card, the winter dark Miah followed me, oh, cruel car That struck the headlong beast, without a pat Gone the much loved animal, my cat Remember cats will follow where you walk The cars kill more than hunters from the Ark