I’m going to give you medication now
To keep the sugar in your blood quite low
He fell, the War Memorial was, his doom
Broke his nose, not coming home
His eye bled and his brain
His cheekbone did complain
Oh, he’s never,never, coming home àgain.
In the ambulance they screamed
Whilst his blood congealed
He’s never never coming home àgain
They asked him could he count
Dying,I lament
God don’t mind dementia in the Saints
The sun appeared but now has left us here
With dull grey sky and trees as cruel as spears
We control our homes as best we can
But. Nature is a Force more strong than Man
Even in our bodies we feel pain
Thus evil is around us like a stain
Why does God all powerful not step in?
When children die,when wars begin again?
When every state has weapons for mass kills
Jesus dies with victims of our Will
We allowed the government our tax
So our evil to the worst is matched
The sun appeared but now has left us here
With dull grey sky and trees as cruel as spears
We control our homes as best we can
But. Nature is a Force more strong than Man
Even in our bodies we feel pain
Thus evil is around us like a stain
Why does God all powerful not step in?
When children die,when wars begin again?
When every state has weapons for mass kills
Jesus dies with victims of our Will
We allowed the government our tax
So our evil to the worst is matched
One friend became an atheist till her grandson got cancer
Then she prayed
Let him get Better and I will start going to church again
Do we think God needs us to go to church?
He needs us to help the poor starving, suffering, lonely
Going to Church is for the Church
Power.
Did Jesus plan to build a Church?
It is ridiculous
Faces wounded by assaults of time
Being alive itself becomes a crime.
Our. Bodies sag like furniture too old
In our dreams our inner life is told
I caught the tube for urine on my toe
The catheter is hurting more and more
I want to run away but I can’t walk
Mother take me home, it’s getting dark
I paid my monthly phone bill with a card
I must talk to friends when life is hard
I never thought I’d live to be so old
My chilblains disappeared, it’s not so cold
How I suffered as a little child
My brother was aggressive,he was wild
Recently he died, he got away
I miss him, I forgave him for those days
We both missed Daddy, how can Daddies die?
God is stranger than a mother’s
Sigh
I don’t like God nor calculating Pi
I should have studied music it was Gay
Dancing on the. Altar we decay.
The Holy Spirit’s fled in disarray
After virtue comes the longed for Fall
Man can sin and noone is appalled
Faith of any kind is hard to find
Decisions founder in the deeps of mind.
Proud in self esteem we boast and preen
Caesar smiles then vomits on the Queen
How sad it is to see dried river beds
The clouds no longer weep my love is dead
The water does not flow, there is no breeze
The leaves have fallen from the summer trees
Many lonely people
living in one street
Can they get together nie
why don’t they all meet
Noone likes to bare their soul
Others may attack
But if you need more people
You must show us lack.
You are feeling empty
Hollow in your heart
Nobody may notice
You must make a start
Grab your courage strongly
Love is on your chart
Do not wander wildly
Still your gentle heart
I shall fill the river Lea with tears
Washing out the shadows of my fears
Panic hit me like a heavy blow
Where I go to nobody can know
Disoriented, lost,the wild goose flew
Seeking for its mate which lately died.
As if it never saw ànd never knew
The mourning song of doves is not a lie
So birds and other creatures share our pain
Hoping that the lost will soon return
Yet this is final, none will come again.
Unless we day dream, till we lose our way
Believing our own fantasies, we pay
And so our heart will freeze or it will burn.
Heavy rain has made the river full
It overflows its banks, goes where be it will
From higher Epping rivulets descend
The great trees shed loose leaves as down trunks bend
The birds are silent,hoping for some sun
The people wander weeping like old men
Tears like melting hailstones wet my face
Round the ancient bridges children race.
My boundaries broken, leaks my soul to earth
Disdained by helpers out flies my own worth
My door won’t close,my body is unsafe
Being cleaned by others seems like rape
No time is free for they come when they will
Losing one’s autonomy can kill
To break into the sacred heart brings death
Destroying or debasing with cold wrath
King Harold lies outside the Abbey Walls
A simple grave at Waltham in green lawns
Yet Waltham Cross is ugly and appals
Do not wear a bin bag in the snow
You need sheepskin boots on an ice flow
Better think of summer and bright lights
The sun will rise and set but not at night
Blakeny is in Norfolk which we love
Air,sky sea will mingle for our good
I didn’t like to go there without you
I didn’t like to be there without you
I didn’t like to come back without you
I don’t like to be here without you
No,not without you
While the gossips chat
And I see that caf
I don’t want to live without you
And they say I’m strong
They can’t understand
I don’t want all this without you
They put me in
A metal van
It hurt my back
It’s you I lack
Tell them you’re near
And you can hear
What they don’t say
What they don’t pray
I miss you.I miss you
Come with me.
Be with me
Forgive me
Must I suffer for ever
Don’t leave me
I can’t go on with the pain
But that’s what remains
Without you
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 old man and the seea were calm as glass
The Cafe was surrounded by mixed blooms
He was listening to a lady who described
The flowers, their colour,name all afternoon
He could not see at all yet was relaxed
Indeed he was delighted in the sun
I thought blind men were piteous,full of fear
That tells you more of me, than of the men
Below the steep cliff path, in ran the sea
I can’t imagine how our Airforce fought
Barely trained young men went out to war
Is Brexit Britain worthy of their Cause?
Now the blind man gazes out to sea
Was he one of those who kept us free?
The proper conscience does not wound our hearts
But tells us truly when we have done wrong
It does not injure love before love starts
Its voice is still and small, it is not sharp
Sometimes it impresses us by song
The goodly conscience does not wound our hearts
Yet conscience is no angel with an harp
Unheard when minds are crowded, with thought thronged
It does not tear up love before life starts
It does not use great force, no threats shall rape
But talks to each in their own native tongue
The moral conscience does not wound our hearts
But what of evil men,Satanic sharks,
The mysteries of genocide and bombs?
Do they tear up love’s roots from their hearts?
Even good folk suffer like the lambs
We must enter darkness with blind hands
The proper conscience does not wound our hearts
It does not curse our love before life starts
No rought beast shall slouch to Bethlehem
There is no track or pattern to our fate
Once Jesus’ feet were bathed by Magdalen
Now communities of love disintegrate.
The world does fall apart, the centre’s gone
There is no named War, but armies kill
Or single, abject men who carry guns
On other nearby folk will shoot at will
There seem to be no ” better” sort of men
But all lack much conviction,common good
They follow gold with bent accountant’s pen
Calvin’s “way to heaven”, Noah’s flood
Now there is no road nor path nor beast
Confusion,chaos,populism will feast
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In the evening. simmering handkerchiefs
Perfumed the air with odours I can’t tell
Mother scrubbed them, hung them on the line
Then I had to iron them, folded well
Now we have our tissues, we don’t need
Hankies that need scrubbing many times
The oceans deep are poisoned with our waste
Is the use of tissues a new crime?
While we did our homework after tea
My brother liked his Wagner at full blast
Imagine learning Latin with that din
Now the time for anger has long passed
Bad memories change by newly given grace
Evoking hints of mother and her face
As music went and silence overwhelmed
As in deep despair, I thought to end
When nothing seemed to help me on on my way
Perhaps I’d lost the track and so must pay
Empty now of thought and of desire
The vision of the darkness without fire
The utter loss of any help at all
From the depths, my heart cried out appalled
Expecting nothing, hoping even less
A fire of gold appeared to hold,caress
And tears rained down my face from eyes amazed
While in my flesh I felt caressed and saved
I bowed my head in assent to this good
The crucified, the lost, have understood
My brain has turned to liquid and it’s dripping from my ears
I need some kind of tampon to absorb this sudden rush
Why did noone tell me this is frightful to endure?
My brain has turned to liquid and it’s dripping from my ears
I think it’s far too late to expect a total cure
I’ll never hear the little voice nor see the burning bush
My brain has turned to liquid and it’s dripping from my ears
Where’s an alcoholic then, to drink the mighty rush
The end of values, kindness, earned respect
The loss of wisdom,history and truth
The pillars of democracy are cracked.
The centre of the heart,who can protect?
Conspiracy and madness unseat proof
An end of values, kindness, earned respect
Violence is admired though lives are wrecked
The lasting triumph of the folk uncouth
The pillars of the Western Mind have cracked
Their minds unfurnished seem bereft of tact
They tread on others words like horses’ hooves
The end of values, kindness, earned respect
How can such opponents make a pact?
The calculating crucify our youth
The pillars of the Western Mind have cracked
Yet Western Empire builders had no ruth
They tortured those they conquered group by group
On such ground just madmen earn respect
The altars of the Western Mind have cracked
The fallen sun makes black the trees that lean
Its liquid centre thrown up wild and bright
Enigmatic like a midday dream
The pinky edges shift in sun’s bent beams
Do they convey the aura of the light?
The fallen sun makes black the trees that lean
I wonder where my haunted eyes have been
In the forests deeper than the night
Enigmatic like a midday dream
Schizoid, lacking affect, a slit scream
Destroying what is left of love and sight
The fallen sun makes black the trees that lean
Here we saw wild primrose by the stream
The castle of the Tudors soft in blight
Enigmatic like a midday dream
Bewildered people kill their own insight
Toss their fears , into the weak to bite
The failing sun as pure as boiling screams
Enigmatic are our midnight dreams
I remember you so well for those eight years
The nights you sang love’s lullabies to me
I was fearful of the footstep on the stairs
You held me as we paddled in the sea
Maybe Blackpool,maybe Morecambe too
You told me stories as I sat upon your knee
I have some good memories, too few
Where are all those days we played outdoors?
Who knows if these memories are true?
In East Lancs and in West Lancs rain will pour
Once you wrapped me in your coat, but then
Mam was angry when we reached the door
She told you, you were foolish for a man
Why should men be wise, should anyone?
That was when your illnesses began
You let me lie beside you in your bed
I’d had my tonsils out and felt unwell
I talked but don’t remember what you said
I didn’t know the meaning of pure hell
I guess I learned that when death you befell
Come back,Daddy,missing you too well
I’m still your little girl, your smiling belle
Now I’m feeling kind of numb on this January day
The darkness came down sudden and I feel it’s here to stay
Shall I make some tea and pretend that you are here
I’m naked like the wood underneath that swish veneer.
I’m feeling kinda nothin’ now the melancholy’s gone
Should I be doing something that will give me, like, some fun?
The silence is not threatening, but neither is it good
Did you ever wish that you weren’t made of flesh and blood?
I’m feeling so damned stupid for falling on my back
My shoulder was in agony and there’s whiplash in my neck
The doctor, he injected me, but he said it’s down to luck
He may have missed the mark, he says,I wish I’d said,oh feck
Apparently the elderly are not in much demand
I heard a sorta whisper as my head went in the sand
We must keep the silence or we’ll frighten off the young
They don’t seem to notice but the cat will lick my hand
I didn’t know how old I was till the clock flew off the wall
Isn’t it uncanny what you see before the Fall?
Yout letter seems to overflow with rage
The reservoir of hatred has emerged
The loving kindness vanished without trace
I cannot see the mirror of your face
You used me to contain your anger’s surge
Yout letter, wanton, overflows with rage
Why did you enact your Play in haste?
Why treat me so coldly , why me hurt?
Your act of love has vanished without trace
Do not tell me I was not your taste
You fantasised an image I dispute
Yout letter ,sadly, overflows with rage
I hate to see my love was to you waste
Free speech applies to both, you can’t refute
How could good, true love leave not a trace?
After this, I in my world was mute
I could not speak,my heart and soul pursued
Yout letter uses words to channel rage
You wished to see me naked,this the stage
The ice in the eye
Invisible glass
Splinters the vision
Light can harass.
Panic makes feints
Like dancing with skates
She passed out in angst
Traumatic the date
The clutch at the heart
Oxygen, gas
Loosen your grip
The glory, the waste
Ariel,Israel,
Where is the horse?
Where are the olives?
Where is her voice?
To get you fit for death they took you in
The Rehabilitation of the dead ?
They got you up and sent you to a gym
You had a bed, the light was very dim
So those new books I brought were never read
To get you fit for death they forced you in
You fell onto my lap, it was no sin
Your face as black as Satan’s in his bed
They pulled you up for torture in a gym
They taunted you like Nazi’s, what’s to win?
Tell me what the liars wrote down or said
To get you fit for death they forced you in
When Christ was killed, they hung him on a hill
If God is tortured, where should man be led?
Who imagined dead men in a gym?
When the trouble came the nurses fled
You died in A and E , there was no bed
To prepare you for you death they asked me in
You cried,I want to die, but they just grinned
Waiter, there’s a tear in my soup
How can you tell?
It’s quite clear
I can’t see anything
That’s the whole point
Waiter,my egg is too hard
If it’s boiled I can’t reverse that
What, all this modern science and we can’t soften a hard boiled egg
I could mix some butter into the yolk
I’ve eaten that
You are trying to eat the egg cup!
Is that what it is?
Did you not have any at home?
No, we never ate eggs
Now we know why!
My wife has had a baby
What’s its name?
Aubergine
Why?
It’s purple with crying
Well, it will stop eventually
I hope so.My wife is worn out
So why are you here?
She says after this pain she never wants to make love again
How do you feel about that?
Is it my fault God made the birth canal so narrow?
Well after a few more babies it will get wider
A few more!Can’t the doctor help?
Well, it’s against medical ethics really but he could use a shoe widener
His shoes are too narrow,
I suppose so.
I think it is too big
Well,she will forget when the baby sleeps
Forget what?
What fertilised the egg
And what does that?
Don’t you know?
A spider?
It’s sex
I can’t tell the sex of s spider
No, when you have sex.
But we’ve had it 365 times and only had one baby
Better luck next time
How my heart sings 