Everyone is bleeding but we won’t stop fighting wars We even sell our weapons and the torture tools make gold Europe a disaster for more than several hundred years
We will not watch the News as this sort of stuff’s a bore My heart is beating faster and I’m feeling freezing cold Everyone is bleeding but we won’t stop fighting wars
We’re defenceless little creatures with wicked central core With our many nuclear weapons, maybe we are over-bold Europe courts disaster for more than several hundred years
Jesus hangs defenceless outside the liquor store I wonder how much longer those Roman nails will hold Everyone is bleeding but we won’t stop fighting wars
The pain of living here is that our swollen hearts will tear God picks up a paperclip, his lips are cold and closed Europe a disaster for more than several hundred years
Now the Day of Judgement comes, we stand arrayed in rows The Jews are singing Kaddish while the tortured children freeze Everyone is bleeding but we won’t stop fighting wars Civilised disaster for the last two thousand years
Where are you,dear? the husband cried in vain Anaphylaxis is not a maiden’s name Files don’t carry axes nor are axes filed I’ve had just one attack but it was quite mild The risks of drugs, the cure that kills or maims The cursed allergy, its deathly fame The perils of the life of solitude As Baez sings and Dylan’s voice intrudes
The fear that whispers through the widow’s ear Never shall another lover disappear The paradox of double negative The logic of the heart,Pascal will give
The heavy doze, the silent home and place Noone sees the tears, the shame, the face
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times in a very real sense. Mary dreamed Stan was in heaven enjoying the company of Wittgenstein,Jesus and Pascal , not to mention Lady Jane Grey Ann of Cleves,Juliet,Cleopatra and an angel. At least at this point in time he can’t sleep with them ,she thought as she woke up.Though did that matter? Can men be faithful and monogamous? Look at Leonard Cohen.Was he better off flitting from flower to flower? Was he so stunning that women threw themselves at him and he could not resist?Sometimes people are actually afraid of intimacy or feel life is short and want some new experiences.Was he a wolf? It t akes one to know one It was indeed almost the worst of times when Mary remembered she had no food in the house except cat food for Emile.He was all she had now as her daughter Lyra lived in Australia and Stan was in heaven, she hoped. Here I am, she thought, pondering unanswerable questions and not looking after myself .It is probably best to err on the side of buying food and going out rather than lying in the bed wondering if life has any inherent meaning. or if we must create our own. Even discussing that with someone else would be better.But men folk don’t want to discuss serious topics with their lovers. It was an even worse time when she recalled a man who once loved her leaving her because she asked him if he knew what post-modernism was one night after going to the cinema to see a comedy.She realised then that she would have to play a part,To act like a woman.So far it was but moderately successful owing to her myopic view of life If only I had kept quiet, she told herself,I could be lying beside him now enjoying a few kisses and hugs and asking him how to light the electric fire.Still ,there’s many a slip twixt cup and lip Now then, said a loud voice.Stop ruminating and get up. One stitch in time saves nine. Who are you to say that to me, she called nervously ? She wondered of stress had driven her round the bend.She had begun reading a book which said mental illness in not an illness like flu. It is a reaction to bad events and other life strains. It doesn’t matter who I am,just do as I say, came the answer Mary recognised the voice.It was her dad who had died when she was 9. Dad, she called, why are you here now? Because Jesus told us to love our family, he revealed pleasantly. Why now after all these years? she persisted. I have missed you. I always did have a bad sense of direction,he told her.But do as I say.You won’t recover easily if you never get up.Stan is here but he is busy cleaning the gold cutlery for an angel. Alright, but I never knew there was cutlery up there, she murmured as she put on her new clothes.She had bought some purple trousers and two new jumpers.One was pink and one was teal.The trousers were exceptionally comfortable being in a last years’ sale by a famous label..She then found some Weetabix in the cupboard and some long life milk.As she drank her tea she admired the acer’s brilliant red leaves. Almost too bright, she thought.It’s due to the hot September.Plants are affected by their environment and so are we.Especially by bad or hot tempered men and women Poor people may have more than in the past but they tend to live in the ugliest areas of the town with no gardens nor parks. And seeing the better off walk by wearing expensive clothes it is surprising there are not even more muggings. She recalled seeing a man with a Rolex watch and gold earrings on talking on his new iPhone as he wandered through the Mall.I suppose we think everybody else is like us; we don’t mix with very poor or very rich people on the whole.Unless we are one of those two types. Mary went outside and found a neighbour wheeling in her bins. Thanks ,Tom, she cried.I wondered who it was.I am very grateful.What is post modernism,by the way?Nobody will tell me. Emile was watching from the window sill. I knew it was Tom, he mewed. But you didn’t tell me,Mary replied. You didn’t ask. Tom wandered off ,while Mary admired the autumn trees lining the road.Tom turned back and looked at her but she didn’t notice. Time for coffee, she muttered and went inside again.She was embroidering a table mat which said “Rumination is for the birds”.Where it had come from was a puzzle.But it may be a good thought
He thought I was an enemy , he said The eyes see what we fear or what we need I gave him love,but hate grew there instead
If you need to hate, try someone dead Do not say cruel words that make us bleed He thought I was an enemy , he said
Do not dwell where people hate the good If they curse, it’s best to pay no heed I gave him love,but hate welled up instead
Emotions mingle, wanton like fresh blood Let them be till form can be perceived He thought I was his enemy , he said Do not confront the paranoid nor mad The agony of their minds has them deceived We give them love,but hate wells up instead
Never take such people into bed Let them run away, they’ll be relieved. He mistook me for an enemy , he said I gave him love and care now I feel bad
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
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
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
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
I dreamed she tried to smother me one night I had had suspicions with deep roots I screamed ad yelled and kicked her, as one might Then she tortured me with brilliant light As her minions climbed down from the roof I dreamed she tried to smother me, alive
She looked so ugly, she gave demons fright I wished I were a donkey kicking hoof I screamed and yelled,confusedten megabytes
Her muscles strong, her grip was over tight I tried to crash her laptop, no re- boot I dreamed she tried to smother me last night
I wished I were a tiger with cruel bite Or God whose name to angels was a proof I screamed and shouted 999, please write
She was more sadistic than astute She gave me pain, this action her debut I dreamed she tried to cut me off last night The two pint flask saved tea, my perfect right
1.You must eat exactly one meal a day.This will make you lose weight, stop shopping, save money and wreck the economy.Thin people cough less 2.You must make your phone accessible to the Government. We mean Us. DC and BJ 3.If you commit a crime and are jailed, you will get a meal on alternate days.You may lose weight So you can slip through the bars! 4.You will wash your undies once a week.Yes, the same pair.Save water, we sold it to Spain 5.Please do not get hunger pings or pangs while in the street or at home 6.If you feel too hungry, you may have a boiled eel on toast cursing you 7.You can be too thin; it is not illegal. 8.You can’t be too rich anymore… the tax man cometh 9.Please sweep your street and eat any pizzas you find 10.Your cat can eat as much as she likes.So you may eat her leftovers Not the whole tin 11.Do you swear to fix the roof, the whole roof and nothing but the roof? 12.Please do not eat refugees before we count them.Data matters 13.If the pandemic spreads we will put you all in cages.Like in the USA 14.No pretending to be a twin.Not even a tub 15.Lose weight,pray and soon you will be in Heaven.
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The sacrifice of humans, slain by will The death instinct, no accident, the kill Now it’s done more subtly than with fire We need the help of cunning and of liars Propaganda,adverts, image, word Overwhelm our minds till life’s absurd Inhabited by ghosts of adverts seen Saturated minds, for soul no room Who is in and who is out today? Mainly white and Western on display I was born without a screen to hand The radio was old and had a stand Little drawers where Mother kept her songs Sonatas,Mozart,Schumann, was it wrong? We read each other’s faces and our books Heard Mother playing as we fell asleep Time and space and peace, a slowed down age Now we’re full of data and of rage Father lost so long ago,we weep Civil discourse takes a lengthy sleep
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We walked on sea shores with our mates Though wide oceana separate Now we’re abandoned on the shores By the loves we’ll see no more We still stand on shifting sands Expecting , needing, helping hands But most people walk on by And we’re too afraid to cry
Lost in places we once knew But recognised by very few Our eyes look out but do not see Filled by tears we can’t set free
Shall we stay here evermore Hoping lovers we adored Are on their way back to their home As slowly, sadly, we still roam?
The sturdy walls that bear the sky Have been shattered from on high And feeling smaller than the snails We hear the long lost sea winds wail
Oh, weep for him and me, wide seas Embrace our souls in your salt breeze See the crushed and broken shells Hear the tolling of the bells
I know that's how death will come,
Suddenly flying into another orbit when I am photographing flowers
It's not a gentle transition.
No-one will know where I've gone.
One step wrong and I'm off the high wire
And plunging into the no safety net.
Flying for a while
Jumping into hyperspace,spinning electrons
Startle my wide eyes.
Transiting the new black sun I'm on a double gold helix,
Spider on her web,
Into the future heaven on gossamer wings.
I'm off to see the stars.
And the black holes.
No one will come with me.
I'm shaking off,evaporating into mist.
I'm a flying saucer on a circus mission.
I can't say no to a new invitation.
Make it fast and break with tradition.
Time is passing smoothly till that break In the music,
I've been transmuted into a different key
someone else will play me on their violin
I'm a tune, I'm a thought, I'm a whisper in your vision.
I'm under orders Ready to leave for my performance
On the electric carpet.
Death dancing to a tune on a violoncello,
I'm playing your words upside down
In a new foreign translation,Accompanied by solo artists,ice cracking
I'm going in.
It's too sudden.
Spinning faster to amuse the clowns,
too many ups and no downs.
I'm going right out of orbit
I've broken the pull of gravity, And fly with pure equanimity
Into my future life,
I'm off at some moment
An instant,a crack,a loud smack
That was me passing
I love Picasso, it’s his line,you know How he evokes the movement fast or slow The sundered parts arranged in a new form The image still and yet depicting storms The unexpecting vision threw me down My mind was blown and I lay on the ground I heard no sound except for music lite For I was in a shop,not an art site I did not think I’d see great art in there My fences bypassed by such beauty bare The light of art burns into human souls May shatter or fragment, create new wholes
Noone ever knew the blow I took When I saw with no intent to look
The clock electric does not need to tick The seconds pass unheard by any ear If you watch, the hands don’t seem to move Eternal is the memory of love So my life is passing as I write I see the seconds hand move fast as light The memories stored inside my brain,my mind Will influence all I do, will make designs When this my heart stops ticking like a clock The cells of all my body run amok Who will mourn for me when I am gone? The angst and joy of life will soon be done The golden numbers move in patterns bright The sun defeats the ogres of the night
Instead of going to the pub to meet men,Mary went on FB and changed her name Unfortunatly her name was also changed on the Page where she was insulted and every where she had been. I have learned something useful, she said to Dave who had come because Emile had rung 999 Better if you had not visited their page,he told her sensibly, then Emile would be happy Yes, she said,each side is as bad as the other,You must either totally agree or be called a vicious Monster.There is no space for debate so why even try? Just then the phone rang Hello, it’s Noreen ,she heard Mary, I am so happy you have changed your name Are you,Mary asked in suprise Yes,my grandparents were Scottish and none of the relatives are left, so as you are partly Scottish too it’s lovely you chose to emphasis that Well, stone the crows,Mary thought.How unpredictable life is.And how one unexpected event led to a good talk with Noreen Well, since Stan is not here,I’d better do some housework. she told Dave On the hand if Annie and you,Dave, accept my untidiness, why should i worry? After all it’s wonderful finding books I had forgotten I had.Not to mention 30 pairs of tights and my reading glasses Emile looked at her turquoise glasses Can I have some reading glasses Mother? Why? demanded Mary angrily Then they will read stories to me as they can already read Mary wondered how to explain to a cat that the lenses of humans’ eyes become less flexible with age like their minds, perhaps Then she thought of Donald Trump who needs King Canute to explain that no human is omnipotent and that viruses are unable to distinguish between him and another old person even Joe Biden Why the family of the first virus might have relatives near Joe. But how do viruses communicate?They have no voices,eyes or hands Might it be they live in another reality? Do they have minds withour havig brains? Or brains without minds Dave ran out of the house wondering how to help Mary And so would all of us!