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The summer weighs us down with sullen heat Even cats and dogs sit still as stones Gone are early flowers with fragrance sweet The summer weighs us down with sullen heat The hot flagstones return my angry beat As people scurry by ears to their phones. The summer weighs us down with sullen heat Even cats and dogs sit still as stones
I ate my words but could not them digest The cruel hint, the sentence over -stressed As if I tried to pierce another’s skin Which was already dry, and too,too tthin
Better edit what we say with care Even those we love we must not scare Take for granted nothing we adore But walk in that pale sand, by sea, by shore
Do not sink into the mud and dross Despite we each must carry our own cross For aid is near but cannot reach the deaf The silence speaks, it does not cause distress
On the sands, we watch small children play Bringing blood back to our faces grey
When we speak but do not look upon The person we address, we are undone We miss the tiny signs, the looks, the lines We treat them as mere object we define
We treat them like a post of wood or stone As if we cannot hurt nor cause them shame We hit them with sharp words or thoughtless rot And on and on until hate is begot
All want to be acknowleged,seen and heard But must approach each other with great care For most of us are thin skinned, nervous beasts Who fear they are not asked to the great Feast
And in a thousand gestures we declare We are not speaking merely to thin air
The power of tiny gestures is immense The nod, the smile, the wink, the thoughtful glance That means we still exist, though we are lost And now are forced to pay the total cost
The power of words when written on a card Chosen with much care when loss has scarred The little words which meant so much to me I had them framed so I would always see.
The big romantic game, the winners stare The losers slink away, will they not bear? The weight of death and loss, the fear of shame The onea who cut us dead, the ones who came
Forgive me now for all I have not done Omission of good words, a smile, a pun
Boris Johnson thrown out by his wife Now he has a different tole in life He has a girlfriend will he have more kids? Lucian Freud was surely up for this They say he might have had perhaps thirty two With all that sperm what is a man to do? He could take Precautions as they say I prefer icecream but let’s go stray
Lucian Freud was not a man to rule They say he once burned down his own Art School He married once, he married twice but no He would not be captured in Soho Beautiful and strange he made his mark Boris Johnson has a nuclear heart
Winter will come down upon us all Europe we are sad, almost appalled Sadness for the surgeon who cured me The cancer grew like lightning hits a tree He is Greek and no-one else was skilled To leave me looking better than God willed
Will he go back to where his grandad came? Say a little prayer for my dear face I don’t want to suffer but all will We’ll die sooner, sadly Boris kills The NHS is going slowly to its grave Watched by men who look without a face
Denial worked for you for many years When you nearly crashed when turning right You give no hint that you had any fear Denial worked for you for many years Real though is the body,real the tears As I sat beside you,well prepared Your smile was not imagined,nor the light Denial worked for you for many years Once you nearly crashed, that was not right
When we turn our face the other way The roving car will hit us with its force No time for any thought,much less a prayer When we turn our face the other way We will feel the impact or we die No new day will dawn for those who care When their eyes are red, their voices hoarse When we turn our face the other way The speeding car will hit us with its force
“The peculiar evil of silencing the expression of an opinion is, that it is robbing the human race; posterity as well as the existing generation; those who dissent from the opinion, still more than those who hold it. If the opinion is right, they are deprived of the opportunity of exchanging error for truth: if wrong, they lose, what is almost as great a benefit, the clearer perception and livelier impression of truth, produced by its collision with error.” ― John Stuart Mill, On Liber
I wondered how the two of me would be If the sperm had got inside a different egg And my egg was penetrated by a bee Then by sperm whose entry was by bag
I often hum and buzz as I walk out All unknowing of the neighbours thoughts Full of concentration and of guilt Wondering what my other half has bought
One half of me would know no way to change It’s not like making sponges filled with jam Unless the universe were rearranged Then we’d all be in the frying pan
I cannot let this thinking carry on I can be myself and all is one
In Bedzin and in Krakow they breathed in
What they denied in conscious thought or word.
The ashes of the Jews, the shades of skin
Penetrating lungs so deep within
The dead unburied mixed, in air secured
In Bedzin and in Krakow, mortal sin.
The nearby people turned to burial urns.
The human dust by breathing was allured
The ashes of the Jews, the shades of skin.
So Europe took their human ash within.
A graveyard we became unknown, impure.
In Bedzin and in Krakow, more of sin.
And who they thought destroyed lived on in them
Controlled their lungs, their hearts their minds uncured,
The ashes of the Jews, borne in their skin.
Like a mass communion without words
We ate and breathed the Jews, the gays, unheard
In Bedzin and in Krakow we walked in
The ashes of the lost, the glades of skin
When the Jews came back to their old homes They buried them alive in pits they dug The ground was heaving as the Jews died, choked Murdered by the neighbours like mad dogs
Hard it is to know what creates this The sadism happens when we least expect When old neighbours might greet with a kiss Now they load the living into stacks
Were they so poor they feared that they would starve What does Total War mean when it’s said? The Jews’ land into small pieces was carved Some Jews came back when locals thought them dead
If only they had not created G-d They would be given perfect ,total love
They told me not to come to you that day They said that I was fragile,I should rest What nonsense when your man’s about to die
They lack imagination,I would pay If I stayed at home my heart would bust They told me not to come to you that day
What happens to us when all is awry My presence should contain you till you left Not spineless abence when your lover dies
I remember Cleveland Hills and sky Heather where we lay, embraced and kissed They told me not to come to you that day
My tears fell like a sheet from helpless eyes Who undid the warp,undid the weft? The torture when your man’s about to die
Is our life on earth but a mere test Followed by God’s kind eternal rest They told me not to come to you that day What ignorance when your man that day will die
My doctor is God Why can’t he heal you then? I don’t believe in him Make the leap of faith Which direction?
God is my doctor Where did he train? He did not train Good, he can’t charge you
The doctor wants a urine sample I hope it’s a random one Stop showing off What’s the problem? My bladder is full Well,empty it I can’t find the key Are you deranged If I were I could not reply Thank you
The doctor wants to take my temperature Where to? Maybe the oven
The doctor says it’s a systemic infection Can’t he install a new system in you ? Like a plumber?
He wants me to take it easy Fake it.
He talks in paragraphs No, you idiot, parables! I mean paragraphs and sentences We don’t need those for oral communication Well,I’m blessed.That’s brilliant
My doctor is very odd Get even with him somehow I can’t harm him Then arm yourself
Are numbers very odd? Yes, the odd ones are even odder than the even ones No wonder you are a geek
Are doctors real? Yes, if you think they are
Are doctors useful? They are necessary but not sufficient
Do doctors understand patients No, only statistics Are they vital? Definitely
For Weil, attention (attention) means to suspend thinking, leaving one’s mind detached, empty, ready to be entered by the other. Attention means not always trying to know, not categorizing, but waiting, as though the other could participate in forming the idea we have of it. “Attention is the highest and purest form of generosity.” Attention is the opposite of a thought that has seized upon some idea too hastily, and thinks it knows (Weil, Reflections, pp 48-49). For Weil, attention requires self-emptying.
A silence rich with love and filledl with joy; The silence after waking at the dawn, May be both anchor and a steady buoy
Yet often we don’t know what we seek for: The latest dress, the perfect English lawn? We forget this marvellous essence, full of joy
We murder by ignoring love’s own core We do not see the buds which are new born. We want an anchor yet we want our toys.
What is most arresting is the awe We feel when we survive deep grief again Find silence rich with love and full of joy
Out of Nature, its Creator calls Taking in her arms what caused us pain. Being both an anchor and a buoy.
The silence underneath the silence calms, Stills our breathing with reviving balm Perfect silence rich with love and joy Shall be our an anchor and shall be our buoy.
I sometimes do go out it is a treat Your number was witheld on my smartphone I thought that it was spam,I did not speak Now it’s like we’re vultures on a bone
I’d been with a widow who went mad Threatening to hang herself again Or gas herself like poor old Sylvia did I know too well the anguish and the pain
When I came in I found my ansafone Full of messages you left that afternoon You thought that I was loth to hear your moans Immediately would not have been too soon
You answered saying that you wished to die The pain you have was too much to be borne I understand your expression was no lie The agony that comes before the dawn
But now you don’t believe that I went out Of my ill intentions you don’t doubt You think that I was feeling full of scorn Taking sadists’ pleasure from you torn
I know we all want help with our deep pain Making threats too often is insane
You don’t like to see my face so wet Tears annoy you, though you are now dead My eyes look like a jelly that won’t set You don’t like to see my face so wet What a pity that we ever met Decoding faces like an alphabet Why don’t you leave my messages unread? You don’t like to see my face so wet Tears annoy you, once alive now dead
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Eeh, it were right crackin’ at school t’day Wot wur thi sayin’ this time? Thi said wi can do Greek next year Ye’re not doin’ Greek Why not,our Mam Ye can’t even spek English Why, am I not canny enough? No, we don’t spek English eether Well, ye shud a thought eh that before y’ad me Ye mean only people with BBC eksents can bear childern? Well, we reckoned if we learnt English we’d lose our desire F’wat, Mam F’ that! Ye know… It, ye get what ah mean No,Mam.Can ye not spell it our a bit more? Spell it out, t’dad would tan me hide! Still he must a dunnit,Mam I dunno, it wer dark.Mebbe it wer the cat, ah thought Surely the cat’s not mi dad, is he? It weren’t this cat, it wer another called Billy. Well, how come ah’m human? You think ye’re human, but am telling ye,ye got t’cat’s eyes Just his eyes? How abaht his whiskers Don’t be so daft, our Kath,Ye’ve got his hair But only on my head so far.Willa bi changin’ into a cat as ah mature? Wi’ll have te wait and see.Put ‘t kettle on.We need some tea. Why, what difference will that make now.I’m a cat,I’m a cat…. oh, what’ll ‘et nuns say ‘et Convent when ah tellum? You keep away from ‘et Convent~ Why, our Mam? Do as I tell you.Never confide in a nun Well,Ah shan’t let ‘et cat fettle me.Ah’m not that daft Well, yi can’t do Greek and that’s final Kyrie Eleison,Kyrie Eleison Wot’s that? Oh, nothin’ at all Christie Horizon For God’s sake speak English!
Why did Dad die,our Mam? Did God need ‘im, Mam? What for? Oh,be quiet our Kathryn an’ stop blatherin’ an’ ‘arpin’ on at mi like that…Am tired mekkin’ ye dinner an’ tea an’ our Annie’s comin’ too Will we have petato cakes? Y’ll have nowt if ye keep on yappin’ .But, mam,I like talkin’. Why don’t you like it, mam? Curiousity killed et cat. No,mam it was you.You sent for’t man from Vernon Street and ‘ad the cat took Now, stop tellin’ lies and do the washin’ up. Am not tellin’ lies…A saw it Ye’r a very naughty girl.. I’ll slap ye if ye don’t shut ye trap now .Oh,Mam, don’t ‘it me. Well,shurrup then.. do as yer told.. be a good girl. Awlright,Mam.Shall A wash up fe ye? That’s right, yer a gud girl really. Just behave yerself and keep quiet.Ye nearly grown up now.A’ll show ye ‘ow to knit socks soon.. yr 9 now aren’t ye? I am,mam.Am a big girl An’ ye brain’s too big…. go and mop the steps now and put the white stone on… it’ll be the toilet next.Clean it before Mi Dad comes Why,mam? He thinks it were a waste a money. Well,I love it,Mam.I hated looking down the other one. So that’s where you were! When?
God designed our organs very well Bu if we touched them we would go to Hell Unless we married in a Catholic Church God would beat us with a Silver Birch The Bishop said that Tampons were a sin No longer were we virginal within We must not let a man know when we bled We burned the towels before we went to bed Yet Hitler was a Catholic like BoJo What Carrie did then, noone else can know Excommunication was a threat Underneath the arches there’s no debt God is watching everything I do Ask him where I left my other shoe What a shame he can’t talk to us folk Still we have the Bible, pas the Coke.
The still small choice Samsung and Delilah If only Eve had not bought an iPhone Yahoo punished Adam severely Was Asus the son of God too? God said, why are you here, you liar? Elijah invented Intel,computers and chips. but not pizza G-d on trial in Google Dock I’ll be judge and I’ll be jury,said cunning old Fury I have seen the Light on Google Drive The Cloud of Unknowing is not a good place to save your poetry on. He filed me under “wonder” on One Drive One Drive,One G-d, One World Where is Ogle Drive? Yeshua did many lyricals.He was Leonard Cohen,we have found Go over to Rome and be saved into the Angelic Host He did raise my spirits but he didn’t say how many.
A hardworking internet writer fell over the hem of her dress while getting onto the downward escalator at Warren St tube station. Her last words:“Should have gone to Foyles.
1 Do not stop your car to read this sign. 2. If you can’t read this sign get your eyes tested~unless you are illiterate 3 This sign is not here till further notice 4.This sign is here but don’t look at it 5.This sign was paid for with your council tax 6 This sign is not an omen.Evil is already here 7 Criminals reading this sign, please call the police 8 There are no signs till the other side if Hardknott Pass.Good luck 9 Please do not touch this sign unless it is in braille 10.If you can’t read this sign, phone 999. 11 Don’t read this unless there is a traffic jam 12 Signs washed daily by hand.Do not report as garbage 13 Thank you for respecting our signs. 14 Please do not fall off the pavement
The apples fly like petals in a gale. The trees rock and I fear the trunks may break. The weather in these months has been debauched. I muse here on what’s Nature and what’s Fate. An apple tree can live for many years. Each summer brings the white complicit bloom. Yet sometimes comes a hurricane that tears And ends this green and gracious life too soon. We,like trees, are wantonly destroyed. Winds sweep in from strange and foreign seas. The shock may bring us down whilst we still fruit. Yet mourners one day all of us shall be. Whilst we live, let’s open hard, closed hearts. So in anger or in hate we shall not part
How my heart speaks 