Can one die of grief?
It’s possible but you need permission.
From whom?
That’s silly because you can’t control it by will power.
One of my neighbours used to say she would hang herself
So she would be God.
In a very unreal sense
You can stop eating
True enough.
No sex, no food,no apple pie,no sin
No summer dress and no straw hat,no strawberries no gin
I threw my words up in the air
So they would fall at random.
I put some paper on the floor
For these words to land on.
They lay there like a shredded page.
I pushed them with my fingers.
Until I made a verse from them
Which suits wild drunken singers.
A Jackson Pollock of the page.
Post modern verbal mistress
As Picasso haunts Greek labyrinths
With post modern art’s distresses.
https://katsideals.wordpress.com/
There will always be that river
Of pain and love that shivers,
From when we were together.
Still,in our dreaming minds we’ll be
In our heart’s own Country
Stan managed to drive from the Wash to Knittingham without accident.Satan was asleep in the bottom of the mirror only wakening when they stopped for a cup of tea in a Restaurant.
But how can Satan drink his tea?
Stan persuaded Satan that if he wore Stan’s hat and coat nobody would know he was not human.After all, many real humans don’t look human.So Satan went into the Little Chef for his first experience of human life.They all sat down and ordered tea and pancakes with jam and golden syrup.
Wow,said Satan.I might consider apologising to the Lord if I can eat this every day
Emile looked puzzled:
An apology is not genuine if it is done for gain, he mewed.
Gosh,where did you get such a clever cat, Satan asked Stan?
He just turned up looking wet and hungry a few years ago.Then I taught him at home how to speak properly and the basics of ethics but he seemed to know more than I could explain
Both the men stared at Emile as he lapped up the tea from a white china saucer.I wonder who he really is, they both murmured in a hushed tone.
I have taught him to swim in our bath and sometimes he comes for a ride in my bike basket.Once he fell out yet managed to lure a beautiful lady to bring him home as he is tired of my mistress Annie and fancied someone who didn’t wear crimson and magenta together nor such extraordinary makeup from Lemmings of Wigan and Warrington.
I’ve never heard of them said Satan wonderingly.I didn’t know women actually bought “makeup.”I thought when girls matured their faces went like that naturally/
That’s a bit stupid, said Stan bluntly.But never mind.Let’s carry on or Mary will worry
Satan decided he would sit with Emile and stay out of the mirror.He was beginning to look like a human being albeit a rather ugly one
What ever next?
Alive but with no vital signs so needs a placard.
Alive though half dead with a cold; what are the options?
Alive but can’t hold a conversation.At least not with a doctor
Alive and very hot today.
I didn’t know this was a brothel.
Died but was propped up by pillows till the next shift came on.
A lack of human kindness
Died of grief but still breathing.
Suffocate with a pillow asap
Died but not yet buried
They can’t stay here
Waiting to die till the full moon shines on the bed.
We don’t cater for that religion
Died when it was forbidden.
Too late now
Died with full consent.
Of whom?
She will die when she climaxes
What time period are we looking at?
And what has the climate got to do with it?
I don’t know either
Pray Father give me your blessing
Good grief, a real Catholic at last
Why, are there artificial ones?
No they just have terrible memories
Of trauma?
No, they don’t know what a sacrament is.
But surely how we act is more vital
I don’t know, it’s so long since I was in the cemetery
Do you mean the cement factory?
Why would I mean that?
Don’t ask me,I’m just a human being
I mean the seminary, of course.I remember now.
Do you know the seven deadly sins?
Not biblically
They are in the Bible… murder.envy, hatred
Yes, I was joking.I am celibate officially.
But what are you really?
I am asexual.
Do you have no desire?
I love people but I have no need to go to bed with them
No, we do it on the floor at home
Are you married?
Yes,definitely.She is a red head.
I thought you might say Red Indian
We have very few living in Stoke on Trent.
Where is that?
On the river Trent.
But that goes through Nottingham
So?
I thought Stoke was West of the Pennines
Yes, the Trent flows up one side and down the other.
That is a lie
Thank you.
Since my last Confession I have lied twice
What was the other lie?
I am not a Catholic
So why come here?
I am lonely and it’s bad for me so I thought Saturday night Catholics go to Confession
It’s not exactly fun.Why not go to the pub and pick up a woman?
Are you really a priest?
No,I was feeling lonely too
What a pity we are not bisexual
Well, we could learn
I thought it was genetic?
Do you mean generic
I don’t know.You mean like,buy paracetomol not panadol.
Genetic is totally different.
Am I a generic human or a dressed up, artificial and stunning person?
Why artificial?
I can’t act natural.
Try!
But if I try it’s not natural.
Was that my penance listening to you?
It could have been.Say a little prayer for me as well
So you do believe?
Why not? It’s better than dying of meaninglessness
You so seem very clever
How kind.
I’ll see you next week.
Katherine@cate4graceSign Out
Above Poole Harbour on the Southern side
We climbed that high green hill and heard larks’ cries
We looked with love upon a. World made new.
Our inner eyes were widened by this view.
We saw that love inclines the heart to find
The astral body spreads out like the mind.
The world’s a mother holding me it’s child.
Yet maintains too the savage and the wild
There is no evil in the Tiger’ s eye
We are gnawed by worms; in earth we sigh
Hold me tight as in the earth we lie
Daddy, how we missed you when you died
None had understood but one of five.
Come back,Daddy,miss your sunny eyes
I imagined we must never cry
When the cancer took your life
Poor Daddy, how you suffered,then you died
When you wanted company, I tried
I was too articulate for my age
Come back,Daddy,miss my Daddy’s eyes
By the flower beds, you wanted a guide
You wanted me to talk.I really tried.
Daddy we fell down a hole, why did you just die?
You slept all alone when pain arrived
We girls slept with mammy, on your side
Come back,Daddy, don’t you miss our eyes?
I always hum like you did, though I’m shy
You are singing through me, close and wise
Daddy, we have missed you all our lives
Come back,Daddy, teach me how to cry.
On England’s hills and dales ,we roamed
Up tall mountains climbed
Now the Lord has got you home.
I wish it were my time
Will I never see your smile
On pale and sandy shores.?
How you loved and for a while
You unlocked my door.
Then your heart was worn away
When you saw my scars.
But they say one coming day
There’ll be no more wars.
Even in our human form
Alien life can grow.
Of two lovers, one’s forlorn,
And it shall be so.
I would not wish to go the first,
To leave you pale and thin.
Of two choices one is worse.
The Lord wants you within.
So sail away ,my lover dear
Sail into the deep
I took you to the river near.
So, alone I weep.
I send you all my memories
I send you all my thoughts
And I know, whatever is,
You were whom I sought.
You caught me up,you put me down
I don’t know where I be.
But I will smile and I will frown
I don’t know if I’m me.
Losing,losing,losing you,
Losing our dear life.
Losing,losing,losing you
Am I still your wife?
I’m not me as you’re not here
Who have I become?
But I’ll live, despite my fears.
My life is not yet done.
I lost a leg,I lost a hand
I lost my heart and soul.
Pray for me my own sweet love
And I may be more whole.
Look at me,from where you be.
Look at me again.
When you look,whom do you see?
I still have my pen
Government figures show the richest 1% of households in the UK each have at least £3.6m. At the other end of the scale, the poorest 10% of households have £15,400 or less, with almost half burdened with more debts than they have in assets, according to data published by the Office for National Statistics.
Now we can’t settle Uganda
Our leader has thought of Rwanda
Not for the Jews
For refugees bruised
Satan’s a wonderful master
They wanted to send Jews to Uganda
To purify Europe’s disaster
But Hitler grew bored
His madness exposed
He gassed them because it was faster.
M
Stop using tissues and wipes.
Boil hankies in a pan
Only have one pair of shoes
Use shoe polish
Do we need ,4 layers of cream on our skin?
Do we need make up ?
Do we need hair spray etc?
No noble bones buried here ..
Turn off your mobile moans in the hospital.
I need a mobile comb to catch lice in my hair.
Can I buy an idle traffic cone ?.
The Cathedral had a four mile dome and no walls .
I want a tart’s phone.
Write a short poem.
A caught rhyme
A heart came
Instead of having sex he has a cough
It’s very sad and he has had enough
He sits in his recliner
watching junk
He’d have no problems if he
were a monk
I went into the middle of the park
Thick grey fog had made it almost dark
I stood there with my cello and my books
I had found a space where noone looked
There was not much privacy at all
The front door was left open, neighbours called
Grandad came with Lassy his sheepdog
He gave us sweets and ate my mother’s bread
Now I have chubb locks on my front door
The neighbours do not walk here anymore
They jump into their cars and speed away
No little chat, no updates on their day
Locked in metal cars without a map
We’re distant or too close, so mind that gap
w
There was a holy place made with the screens
Where lay the old man, trembling into dream.
His face was pale, his nose felt like white ice
An offering on the block for sacrifice.
The sacred place was marked by song and prayer
Made quietly so no-one else would hear.
He held my hand and whispered, please don’t go.
I held him in my heart, as his went slow.
A cocoon made in noisy A and E
A strange place for the Lady God to be.
Deep silence underneath the usual noise,
Pierced only by my child-like singing voice.
I saw his soul.my tears fell down like rain
I felt the weight of grieving and of pain.
I heardl my heart crack, struck by loss and grief
Death had been there like a silent thief.
His pale face on the pillow seemed to smile
The kindness of strange angels did beguile
And built into a way of life for those who bought
Their lives so cheaply,And did not see
The children’s eyes,the ball,.the game ,the tree
Of life that grew in small backyards and gave all
To those who climbed into its arms.
Why should this not be you?
Oh,Eden,I see that you are nearer now
In lowly homes where love is free
Than in the temple, grove,and soft set brow
Of those who worship God in churches built of gold.
Now we must know that this is easy to behold
When sun is setting,and escapes the ashes
Thrown up and floating in the watches
Of the days of voter’e eyes cast up to skies
and,wondering fearful, what will come
when all the secret deals are done.
So take the gold of life and let it fall
Into your children’s growing souls
And let this Cotswold town and spires
Melt into sunset’s glowing orange fires.
The tree we fear may give us shade and rest
There are no apples so there is no test.
God is not the one who trips us up
Offering the best wine for us to sup.
He favours folk with lowness of the heart
The proud don’t see him pass or him depart
I broke my phone by asking someone to help me put the charger in She said you have to push it hard.That broke some thing in the port
Trying to use force or excess will power to achieve our ends is similar Instead we need to be more gentle and more aware
I had to get a new phone but my old one was 9 years old.
We need to trust ourself and l’autre moi our inner partner that knows much more than we do as we can see in our dreams and in our perceptions if we pay attention.
We all know more than we think but don’t hunt,just wait and be attentive.
M
as
From the Times today
A head teacher from Nottinghamshire said that her school spent little time on literacy or numeracy in reception because it had to focus on basic care. Some four and five-year-old children joined reception class unable to say their own names and having drunk only from baby bottles. One child was brought to school in a shopping trolley.
Cycling down the promenade at Deal
The sea was looking golden with blue stripes
Happiness is easy when we feel
As ripe as Danish butter, high as kites.
No food must be taken into the dining room without a plate
Except breast milk,and water for dogs.
Do not let your partner suck your breast nor your dog
F
Hello Mary what are you doing today?
I’m going to see the Pope in Rome Mary cried out
Are you being sarcastic, ironic, or have you gone mad? Annie replied
Well I was trying to be sarcastic but I am not very good at it yet but I hope to improve as time goes by because research shows being sarcastic improveyour creativity
But can you be sure which part of your life will become more creative Annie ask her thoughtfully
For example you might become more creative in the way you trying to attract men
Well that would not be difficult said Mary as I do nothing to try to attract them at the moment and on the other hand it could be rather time-consuming
Would it improve my ability to write in a creative manner or to be more creative in what I cook
I have no idea Annie told her. the only problem is is that if you practice on me it might affect our friendship
You are far too childish Mary told her. Is that sarcastic?
Tell me, the ex mistress of your ancient husband
What do you mean ancient he was only 23”
23 what? said Annie?
Are we being sarcastic?
Well if we can’t know the answer then we are not being sarcastic because I am sure we would realise if we were
I am glad you can express yourself in such a brief manner
What have briefs got to do with it?
I just found a bag full of dry ones and I have been Folding them and putting them into the draw.er
Do you mean knickers?
Yes I do but I couldn’t remember the name
You’re pulling my leg
No I’m not I’m nowhere near your leg
Don’t tell me that you are not familiar with the expression meaning that you are joking
Why do you assume I am not familiar with anything?
I am giving you the benefit of the doubt
Doubt is a very dangerous State of Mind
Shall I wear the pink knickers or the blue ones I spend all morning trying to decide so it is best not to doubt anything but to believe that what you do must be correct and everybody else is wrong
That’s alright as long as you’re not stealing people’s husbands
If they can be stolen so easily what does that tell us about the state of the marriage?
nothing nothing at all, men are so easily beguiled that is in the best of marriages they’re not be enough to keep them faithful for ever
Don’t be so horrible
I was trying to be sarcastic
Should it not come naturally like loving
What kind of loving do you mean?If you mean physical loving it doesn’t always come naturally to human beings’many couples go for help in having a baby and the doctor discovers but they didn’t realise what sex was
They thought by sleeping in the same bed the wife will get pregnant
It seems very hard to believe but compared to thinking about Donald Trump
and his lies it is nothing
Shall I put the kettle on said Mary
That is sarcastic Annie said because you know that I always put it on when I am here
it is more like dropping hints Mary cried
All these things are very hard for scientists. you don’t solve mathematical problems by dropping a hint nor does anyone drop hints to you whereas in interpersonal relationships it is very important to be able to drop hintd and to be able to take hints when they’re dropped in front of you
Mathematics and physics much easier than everyday life because they contain no sarcasm no irony and no hints whatsoever
I wonder if Wittgenstein would agree with you>
as he is dead we cannot know
I was just being sarcastic that’s all!
It seems like that Mary and Annie are going to have to spend much longer practicing sarcasm before they were able to go outside and be sarcastic to neighbours or Friends
well Emile’s view is that he will not accept sarcasm from anybody
he will bite the hand that feeds and in necessary
because he knows that Mary will forgive him when he apologizes
On the other hand it will be easier if he didn’t bite anyone As God might be angry with Emile for being trying animal to live with
Hello Mary what are you doing today?
I’m going to see the Pope in Rome Mary cried out
Are you being sarcastic, ironic, or have you gone ma? Annie replied
Well I was trying to be sarcastic but I am not very good at it yet but I hope to improve as time goes by because research shows being sarcastic improveyour creativity
But can you be sure which part of your live will become more creative Annie ask her thoughtfully
For example you might become more creative in the way you trying to sttact
Well that would not be difficult said Mary as I do nothing to try to attract them at the moment and on the other hand it could be rather time-consuming
Would it improve my ability to write in a creative manner or to be more creative in what I cook
I have no idea Annie told her. the only problem is is that if you practice on me it might affect our friendship
You are far too childish Mary told her. Is that sarcastic?
Tell me, the ex mistress of your ancient husband
What do you mean ancient he was only 23”
23 what? said Annie?
Are we being sarcastic?
Well if we can’t know the answer then we are not being sarcastic because I am sure we would realise if we were
I am glad you can express yourself in such a brief manner
What are briefs got to do with it?
I just found a bag full of dry ones and I have been Folding them and putting them into the draw.er
Do you mean knickers?
Yes I do but I couldn’t remember the name
You’re pulling my leg
No I’m not I’m nowhere near your leg
Don’t tell me that you are not familiar with the expression meaning that you are joking
Why do you assume I am not familiar with anything?
I am giving you the benefit of the doubt
Doubt is a very dangerous State of Mind
Shall I wear the pink knickers or the blue ones I spend all morning trying to decide so it is best not to doubt anything but to believe that what you do must be correct and everybody else is wrong
That’s alright as long as you’re not stealing people’s husbands
If they can be stolen so easily what does that tell us about the size of the marriage?
nothing nothing at all, men are so easily beguiled that is in the best of marriages they’re not be enough to keep them faithful for ever
Don’t be so horrible
I was trying to be sarcastic
Should it not come naturally like loving
What kind of loving do you mean?If you mean physical loving it doesn’t always come naturally to human beings’many couples go for help in having a baby and the doctor discovers but they didn’t realise what sex was
They thought by sleeping in the same bed the wife will get pregnant
It seems very hard to believe but compared to thinking about Donald Trump
and his lies it is nothing
Shall I put the kettle on said Mary
That is sarcastic Annie said because you know that I always put it on when I am here
it is more like dropping hints Mary cried
All these things are very hard for scientists. you don’t solve mathematical problems by dropping a hint nor does anyone drop hints to you whereas in interpersonal relationships it is very important to be able to drop hintd and to be able to take hints when they’re dropped in front of you
Mathematics and physics much easier than everyday life because they contain no sarcasm no irony and no hints whatsoever
I wonder if Wittgenstein would agree with you>
as he is dead we cannot know
I was just being sarcastic that’s all!
It seems like that Mary and Annie are going to have to spend much longer practicing sarcasm before they were able to go outside and be sarcastic to neighbours or Friends
well Emile’s view is that he will not accept sarcasm from anybody
he will bite the hand that feeds and in necessary
because he knows that Mary will forgive him when he apologizes
O
On the other hand it will be easier if he didn’t bite anyone As God might be angry with Emile for being trying animal to live with
It seemed to me my vision and my mind
A template made to put into the world
Brought you into being by my side.
I miss you, love, so slow the seconds wind.
I creep into the space between the words
I made you in my vision and my mind
Is there only chaos, no design?
Are we dust around the spaces whirled?
I bring you into being by these lines
I smell your skin and see your eyes alive
I move my head ,oh you have disappeared
It seems both from my vision and my mind
Why did all the pit props fall down blind?
I crept beneath the coal, with darkness smeared
A person alien to humankind
Where is my death, when it’s no longer feared?
Where is my love when no-one else is here.
I imagined you in vision and in mind
I pulled you into being, which one died?
How my heart speaks 