All we had was the cooker and the bed
I bought some sheets and blankets up the road
The Coop had a shop, it saved my head
All we had was the cooker and the bed
We must have had some plates, yes, they were red
Indicating we were not well bred
Cutlery and mugs were gifts bestowed
All we had was much love and a bed
I made a meal and after that we flowed
Category: love
Now is lost
The face that was familiar now is lost
You seem as far away as is the moon
My heart has paid for you the savage cost
The face that was so loved, by now is lost
And my own inner being is fear- tossed
Though five long, weary years have wandered past
I no longer fear to meet my doom
The face that was familiar now is lost
Love seems far away, like a new moon
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No Summer Dresses
Women can’t wear frocks and aprons now
We have to look like men but well endowed
No man would wear a cardigan so long
Behind his wardrobe it would soon be flung
Shorts are hot in summer, I shall sigh
Why do women have to have a fly?
If you need to pee while in a wood
A skirt provides some cover for the flood
I’d like a dress like mother used to wear.
As we walked to Grandad’s, she had flair
She knitted lacy jumpers for the heat
Even knitted wool socks for my feet
We look like alien creatures from elsewhere
I’m going to wear my sundress, I don’t care.
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Holy heart’s affection,beating pulse
One single tear expresses love and loss
Dramatic storms excess may make folk pause
Who will notice one tear and its cost?
A little stone near water may grow moss
But only mountains bring a sense of awe
One single tear expresses love and loss
Grief must not wallowed in, like baths
Philosophers not hurt their minds uncaused
Who then will observe the tear, the cost?
To an ant, a pebble is quite gross
To a widow, death has hungry jaws
One single tear may show how she is lost
The entire self is tear-filled like a marsh
We weep till love itself becomes remorse
Let one tear out and hide its anguished cost
The heart’s affections use poetic laws
Holy circulation, blood that draws
One single tear falls down like bladed grass
Who will care for this tear, bear its cost?
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One tear
A silver tear rolled lonely as sliced moon
Down my pallid cheek and wet my lip
Your loss turned me to sadness and damp gloom
My future seemed, not promising, but doomed
The icy nails of death gave me a nip
A little tear rolled lonely as lost moons
Yet, in my mind, I heard L Cohen’s tunes
“There ain’t no cure for love” on this our trip
Your loss turned me to sadness ,clouds of gloom
Yet soft, deep darkness need not lead to doom
Come,I’ll take a lover, board a ship
A starry tear rolled lonely as new moon
I will love,I ‘ll seek for new hope soon
Will I descend to stealing from a skip?
Your loss sent me to sadness like a room
I need no LSD to take a trip
My open senses give me what I miss
A silver tear rolled lonely as cruel moon
Your loss turned me to beauty,life resumes
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The loss of dignity, the face unread
His face was black, he fell against my breast
Dying in an armchair by his bed
While nurses gossiped,he was alone left
The doctor said it would be for the best
The rehab is not meant for those near death
His face was black, he fell against my breast
I asked him,dearest, do you feel depressed?
He nodded with a gravity like lead
While nurses gossiped,he was lonely left
Then I realised my wifely task
I was even asked to lift him to his bed
No longer as my bridegroom at the feast
The loss of dignity, the face unread
The blindness of the staff, the broken head
His face was black, he fell against my breast
While nurses gossiped,he was fading fast
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Widen oh my eye, let colour play
From the Knott, we see this Morecambe Bay
We eye the gentle meadows where sheep roam
Across the sea the Lakeland Hills arrayed
From a town of mills to this display
The joy of beauty on this scale unknown
From the Knott,hypnotic Morecambe Bay
Widen oh my eye, let colour play
The green, the blue, the purple, white the foam
Across the sea the Lakeland Hills arrayed
The River Kent pours out its water,sighs
The viaduct excites the child with charm
From the Knott, we see grand Morecambe Bay
At last we understand true life divine
From the train, we see the sea alarmed
Across the Bay the Langdale Pikes align
For a while, forget the world, its harms
Let the air and water be our balm
From the Knott, we see vast Morecambe Bay
Across the sea the Lakeland Hills survey
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Like an oboe singing as I pray
Precisely when we fell in love’s unclear
I knew your humour and your eager ways
I can’t imagine when you were not dear
The deeper is the love, the more the fear
That one must go, the other one must stay
Exactly when we fell in love’s unclear
All alone, it is your voice I hear
Like an oboe singing as I pray
I can’t imagine when you were not dear
I see you in the room I know you’re here
I must not look, or I shall have to pay
Exactly when we fell in love’s unclear
I see your head lean onto mine so near
From my reverie I must not stray
I can’t imagine when you were not dear
As we ambled, wandered on our way
I did not know the ending of our Play
Precisely when we fell in love’s unclear
From this world’s creation, you were dear
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We’re burnt by love and loss
You smiled at me and then you disappeared
Flying skyward with no hint of fear
Stunned and left behind,I wept with shock
Deprived by death of one last lingering look
No kiss, no word of love,no last embrace
No colour and no pinkness in your face
I saw you fly as fast as hawks at prey
I held you in my heart ,I felt dismay
How could you leave me when I need you so
Could you not remain till I too must go?
Death is sad,mysterious,unknown
Once lovers all complete and now alone
Silently at last we take the pain
We’re burnt by love and loss, that dual frame
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We call it love
I run my fingers tentatively down your cheek,
asking you a question
with my eyes.
looking at each other,
you touch me too.
This is my skin
my boundary.
Yours is thicker,
like rubber.
I run my fingers down your chin.
what is this little bone?
I like it.
I like your skin
I like your bones.
I like you.
you please me.
you are tasty.
I like your taste,
your skin,your eyelids.
I like your eye here,
and your other eye .
Nice one!
I like the hair on your head.
May I touch your hair?
do you like hair?
Hair makes me laugh.
I have a fondness for laughing.
I love to laugh.
I enjoy laughter
I love your laughter.
If not, smiling is good also.
Or a gleam in the eyes,
showing the inside smile,
the smiling heart.
I like your inside,
Outside
and possibly
your backside.
your upside and your downside.
your side sides.
I snuggle you all around with soft wool.
I knit you into my scarf.
I’ll have to wear you round my neck now!
How unusual
How flexible.
How charming.
How alarming
How creative
How interesting.
What an idea!
what a notion
but you are too big for me to knit
So I’ll just touch your hand
with my fingers.
and you touch my hand
with your fingers.
What good hands we have
with such fingers.
fingers are for touch.
fingers are keen to touch.
I like touch.
what would we do
without fingers?
I like your skin.
skin is good
We love skin
We love.
I want skin to be ours
and yours
is mine
and mine
is yours
where is the edge of the world?
skin has no end
it’s infinity
au naturel.
what order!
what design!
What wonder.
what awe.
where is the world’s skin?
tenderly we touch the world
as the world embraces us.
We call it love.
Love.
We call it love
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Please wash beforehand
I made this image from a photo using Artweaver
Please wash before playing cards
I didn’t know playing cards washed but I am happy to obey
Pleae be polite to other customers whether real or imaginary
I think only Godel can solve this one and he went mad
Please call a cab if you are drunk
Even if I am not going anywhere?
Don’t get overexcited about your new husband
I didn’t realise he was new.
To avoid being put in a mental hospital, do manual work every day
and always be polite even to politicians, hallucinations,mathemativians and anyone else hanging around
When you can sit down drinking tea all day and doing nothing
that is Nirvana
Sewing is good especially mending and replacing buttons
First, take off the buttons from your cardigan
Find a needle and some matching thread
I use easy thread needles as I am limited by visions
Once they go,I thread my needle and sew the button back where I took if from
Don’t do it too tight
But, not too loose either
If unhappy,repeat this over and over until bedtime
Knitting is good but wool is expensive
Try buying online but make sure which country you are in first
Get a friend to help you
No friends?
Try being polite and listening to others before you speak to them
Otherwise, go to Church and pray.
But miracles don’t happen every day
Are you too picky?
Are you too excited to realise most people have not heard of quantum cookery
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Who loved the words, who loved the entire song
The eyes that gazed on me with love profound
The hand the touched me with caresses true
The one who made me happy on earth’s ground
Who loved the words, who loved the entire song
Who loved me with rare subtlety of mind
Whose love was strong, whose being was most kind
And thus with all his qualities imbued
The eyes that gazed, delighted I was found
The hand, the touch, the giving , taking true
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Meeting someone’s eyes is like a touch
Meeting someone’s eyes is like a touch
As if our self extends outside our skin
With no intention to take hold or clutch
Those who do this , how love must be rich
Rarely will they mortify or sin
Meeting someone’s eyes is a kind touch
If we are afraid, may we find trust
Let us try again, why not begin
With no intention to take hold or clutch?
We are human, do we mind who’s first?
Let our minding weigh less than a pin
Meeting someone’s eyes is like a touch
In the end we mingle with the dust
Have we made good use of any gift
With no intention to take hold or clutch?
With love around, we need not be too swift
Take your own time wandering through the mist
Meeting someone’s eyes is like a touch
Gentle, do caress, don’t grasp nor clutch
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He is no more
The heart that touched my heart I feel no more
Alone in this great space. I feel afraid
Like a conductor who has lost the Score
The soul that touched my soul I feel no more
As other orders that soul did obey
The heart that touched my heart I feel no more
Alone in the abyss. I feel afraid
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Carnation, orchid, daffodil and rose
How softly sweetly,gently flowers pose
Carnation,orchid ,daffodil and rose.
Their complex petals form a living shield
Yet bees with much striped force shall make them yield
Carnation,orchid ,daffodil and rose.
Their complex petals form a living shield
Yet bees with much striped force shall make them yield
Appearances,both natural and contrived,
Mixed with the wiles of human nature thrive.
As, knowing not, we pluck the apple rare
And bite its flesh,with teeth we have to bare
And bite its flesh,with teeth we have to bare
.We too deceive the innocent who pass
Not seeing watchers hid behind the glass.
The windows break,the deep earth quakes;
Seized is the maiden , he her virtue takes.
Beneath the surface, force and fierceness thrive.
What fearsome, burning God enjoys our lives?
Copyright © Katherine
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The anniversary
On this June day, he went away,
That was some years ago
Each dawn was like torture,
The anguish. the slaughter
No connection with anyone near
He gave a last smile,I did not cry,
My heart took the weight of the blow
The time goes so slowly,
We can’t control it
Stunned by the sorrow,the flow
How will you manage, he whispered,
We’re married.
Will you be able to steer?
I could not think past it,
His death would be drastic
My aim was to help him let go
Yet time also races,
We must not waste it
We’re here for a short time, who knows?
One day runs to the next day
My heart aches so violently
I hold it here gently
Why oh love why aren’t you here?
I called after three weeks
I can’t go on like this
Won’t you come back,why’d ye go?
I had no answer, the demons entranced me
They tightened me up with their gears
Like the rack and the flaying
Skin torn and bleeding
Yet we’re not meant to let feeling show
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Someone other takes charge of our boat
The kindness of our neighbours helps us cope
With life, with death,with many shades between
When we despair and can’t imagine hope
When the sailor takes us in his boat
When he rows us on a night-blank sea
The kindness of our neighbours helps us cope
The world seems made to hurt, and then frustrate
The mind confuses dreams , reality
When we despair and dare not even hope
Love is built as we restrain our hate
Sailing well a new country we see
The kindness of our friends helps us to cope
Persistence in the virtues gives us scope
Start again, the angel said to me
When I despaired and lost my threads of hope
In our mind love’s buried and unseen
Yet we can raise the dead with energy
The kindness of our frriends helps us cope
When we are lost and mapless is our hope.
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Virtue rendered void
Envy poison, friend of vicious hate
We know Cain for he still lives within
Society is built on hellish states
If not so, how can we lay love waste
When time is short, why cut it down with sin?
Envy, poison, friend of vicious hate
Do not hide it, saying this is “fate”
Through brilliant Sylvia,Ted asked spirits in
Marriage too is built on awful states
Only with her death, did he relate
One had to go to let the other win
Envy, poison, friend of vicious hate
We suffer when we think that we need fame
All paper one day ends up in a bin
Society too is built on loveless states
Comparison and judgment are no game
Virtue rendered void, our hearts are lame
Envy, poison, friend of vicious hate
Can society be built on other states?
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The Catherine wheel, the longing, the desire
Oh, my brother, I have said goodbye
Once my little playmate, you must die
Your voice is very weak as there you rest
I wish that life were not a cruel test
I told you of the see saw and the swings
I will not argue, this is what life brings
Remembered fireworks and the blazing fire
The Catherine wheel, the longing, the desire
How can a boy so strong soon turn to dust?
Where has gone the liveliness, the lust?
Weak but uncomplaining you lie there
On my face I feel a film of tears
You’ll never die, you’ll live on in my mind
I forgive your acts, for you were blind
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The wrens
My front hedge is so thick, wrens made a nest
I saw a small bird flying low and swift
With my garden I feel human, blessed
The bonsai beech has grown till almost dense
It has no trunk, the leaves are tiny gifts
My front hedge is so full, wrens made a nest
My clematis has flowered beyond all sense
When I looked I felt my soft heart lift
In my garden, know that I am blessed
In a deep green wood the eye can rest
Open eyed, a look must not be fast
My front hedge welcomes wrens ,oh,love,a nest!
Deep happiness connects us to what’s best
The dark blue sky, the sunset flaming, brief.
With my garden I feel love, I ‘m blessed
Be alive, don’t dwell on thoughts too sweet
The natural world brings virtue and deceit
My front hedge is so thick, wrens made a nest
These tiny creatures filled with love and zest
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Closing Time
A husband died at half past two
What has that to do with you?
The past is like a candle blown
The heart a grave beneath a stone
Grief is very close to fear
Shaking legs and frozen tears
It’s closing time
The poppy fields , the linseed blue
The cottage where I loved with you
Noone else will know it all
The Suffolk Rose, the paint all worn
The rented car, the yellow corn
The cottage windows seemed to yawn
Closing time
But I dream and I see you
Smiling widely as you do
Ask me where the car keys are
Ask me if I’ll take you where?
Whitby,Staithes. all understood
All gone now,god sweated blood
Closing time
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Feel the loving sun and kiss the bees
I wish that I could be inside a tree
To put my entire body in its form
To feel the sun and wind and hear the bees
I’d like my hands to dance as flexibly
As birds move through the air, as rises dawn
I wish that I could feel myself a tree
I’d love my garden sweetly, ardently.
I’d love each single daisy on the lawn
I’d feel the sun and wind and hear the bees
But would a holly want to be just me?
Oh, poor tree that walks about forlorn
I wish that I could turn into a tree.
Perhaps a cat that sat upon my knee
Would mioaw inside my home by dust deformed
She would love the sun and wind and hear the bees
When I change,I’ll keep you all informed
You may hear me singing in the Storms
I wish that I could dwell within a tree
Feel the loving sun and kiss the bees
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For love seeks not to prey
Soft corns,blisters,hard corns and toe nails
Ankle socks and stockings, tights and boots
Cover up the wounds with dressings white
Put your feet up, rest by doing nought
Skin so thin it frightens me to think
All I am finds boundary just here
Yet our heart and soul can contain more
Spreading like a shawl on loved ones dear
We cast our love like fishers cast their rods
Not too sure of what will take the bait
A simile so poor I blush bright pink
For love seeks not to prey but rather waits
Across the entire world the hate runs wild
Bleach your brain , don’t poison with your smile
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They miaow in Hebrew,Mary said loftily
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Stan awoke feeling very thirsty.
My, this bed is much too hard,he thought.
He put out his hand and felt some wood not far away.It was his desk.Emile was lying on Stan’s stomach purring.
You fell out of bed,the little cat miaowed.Luckily I clung on with my claws and I am ok sleeping down here….I can see mice better.
Well,it’s not ok with me,Stan informed him gently.
How can I get up from here?
He picked up the Cambridge Companion to Sylvia Plath and banged on his desk softly.
Mary was awake and heard a strange sound.She found Stan lying on the floor with his head by his desk.
Emile wanted to sleep by the wall,you see.,he told her.
Then he rolled over and I fell out.That is logically and scientifically mad,Mary told him.
Surely Emile is not so big that his weight was enough to knock you out of the bed?
It is against the law of gravityAnyway,why don’t you get up?
I like it down here,the old man lied to her optimistically.
Rubbish,Mary said,then she picked up the phone and rang 999.
Hello,she said.My cat is very upset as he feels guilty for pushing my aged husband out of bed.
How terrible for you,the man answered.I’ll send an ambulance right away.
Mary opened the front door and left it unlatched whilst she lit the electric lights with a match.
How do you feel now Stan,she enquired tying her red polyester fleece dressing gown a bit tighter before the paramedics arrival
I am thirsty,give me some brandy,he ordered her politely as he was full of kindness
They said not to let you or Emile drink or eat
Blooming ridiculous,he told her in a manly fashion.
Soon the ambulance arrived and the paramedics were running up the stairs to see the poor cat. Mary fainted so they laid her on the bed whilst they comforted Emile and cleaned his paws.Then they picked up Stan and laid him right next to Mary,his wife.
Why don’t you have a bigger bed,one asked Stan.
Bigger than what,he responded academically.
Well,if you were any fatter you’d not be able to lie next to your wife.
True,he replied but my wife is too large.I keep hoping she will lose weight.
I shall make you some tea the female paramedic told them forcefully
Well,you don’t seem to be hurt,the other one told Stan, but the cat may need therapy or counselling because of the guilt he will feel.
He’s not a Catholic ,I hope?
No, he’s Jewish,Stan shouted implausibly.
That’s alright then.How do cats get to be Jewish anyhow?
It’s their souls,Mary said…they are all waiting up there for a suitable place to be reborn and some choose to be cats.
But how can you tell? he asked wonderingly.They have no prayer shawls
They miaow in Hebrew,Mary said loftily.And they like to sing the psalms before bed.
But how do you know it’s Hebrew,he replied.Do you speak it?
No, it’s just he hates bacon and pepperoni and always wears a hat so it seems he must be one of Jesus’s friends,but not Judas of course.I suppose Jesus wore a hat but it’s never been found as yet.Not even being sold as a relic.Well,that’s intriguing.Do you think Emile might be the Messiah?
Oh,dear.We never thought of that.Will he have to go to Galilee and catch fish and walk on water?
No, he can go to Rome and tell the Pope that the Church is not what God planned.
I hope they don’t kill him,Mary cried sadly.
God will not be very happy.
I didn’t know God had moods,Stan said.
He has post-creative depressive disorder….no wonder when we look round the world.
Still they did try,I’ll say that for him or her.
And so say all of us.
For he’s a very good yeller,he’s a very good yeller
A cat’s life is a fuss.Miaow.
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I apologise for loving you too much
I miss the cat and the newspaper
I apologise for loving you too much
We never learned to balance the see-saw
In modern times the lovers should go Dutch
Two lonely lovers with a single crutch
Each one having many curious flaws
I apologise for loving you too much
What ever did I do to merit touch?
Then I was too careless with the salt
In modern times the lovers should go Dutch
We should measure what we speak at lunch
Then we weigh the sentences that spilt
I apologise for loving you too much
Maths and stats are useful in the lurch
Equality of signs and numbers,bills
In modern times the lovers should go Dutch
,
Let the mouth be silent, keep quite still
Love is rarely used when writing Wills
I apologise for loving you so much
In modern times we lovers cannot touch
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The strange world of Stan
Art by Katherine
While Mary boiled the kettle in the new greenish blue painted kitchen,Stan smacked his thick red lips.
“I thought we said, we’d have no more corporal punishment,” she murmured loudly.”
Why did you smack your lips just now?”
“Well,I can hardly smack yours” he said politely
“But we said no more smacking at all yesterday”
“I just like the noise” he confessed, turning as red as a stalk of ripe rhubarb.
“Sado-masochism may be fun, but after reading,Fifty Glades of Fray,I thought we said we’d abandon it”
“Well,why don’t we abandon ourselves to our bodies or divine providence?” he answered curiously.
“I am unsure if one can do that on purpose or if it just happens whilst doing something else.”
“Elser than what?”
“I dunno” the Oxgrudge educated woman replied sheepishly .
“The Government didn’t give you a three year research grant so you’d say,I dunno” Stan told his slender and silver haired wife and lover.
“Well,that’s their problem.Three years studying Searat’s equation did nothing for my spoken English” the brilliantly brained brown haired and eyed bonny bosomed beauty told him shrewdly.
“Well,are there rats in the sea?
“I dunno”
“So who wrote the equation?” Stan asked her.Immediately in a peevish tone
the door bell rang.
“Hello,Mary,It’s me” cried Annie their naughty neighbor and man magnet
“No,it’s not”
“What do you mean?”
“You never invented Searat’s equation”
“Pardon me for living,”Annie answered rudely.
”I prefer peeling potatoes to this noisy argument.”
“I never knew potatoes pealed”
“Yes,it’s like little bells ringing” Mary informed her kindly
Oh,for God’s sake,”Stan shouted quietly,”that’s Emile’s bell ringing so the birds can escape from him”
The women went red all over with shame.Annie ran into the kitchen and poured a bucket of cold water over her head.
It’s this hot weather;it’s too much.I need a man now!I am mad with desire.
No,it’s just that mid life madness coming too late,she told herself gently
It’s too hot to make love anyway.
Why you must be getting old,she remarked to herself confidently
Heat never turned you off before.Why you once said you’d lie down in the road and sleep with the next man who passed by.
Unfortunately he passed by on the other side,just like in the Bible.
But in my case no Samaritan came to my aid.
“Am I having a mental breakdown/” she shouted pensively
“No,it’s me” Stan told her,I am trying to stop Mary smacking her lips but it is hard work. and it has create a bad atmosphere.”
“Is it wrong to smack your own lips?Can you morally smack someone else’s?” Annie said wonderingly
“Why do you ask me that?”
“Well,it seems lots of things are wrong if one does them alone but are moral if you do it with someone else or to someone one else”
“I just have no idea what you are talking about,”Mary called valiantly.
“Make me some tea.My lips are parched!”she continued
“No wonder,”said Stan vivaciously
Well,thought Emile,I am glad cats have no lips.That’s one thing less to worry about.
He sat up and drank some tea from his china saucer
Stan and the ladies sat quietly on the patio watching the birds flying about.
“Do birds ever get obese?”Mary asked.But answer came there none.
Night fell and they all went to bed together,Emile says there is safety in numbers and I find thirty is a safe number to share my bed.I write 30 on a postcard and pop it under my pillow.With my dentures and my hanky and four mobile phones
I seem to manage the night.
And so shout all of us
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Touching them and keeping them at peace
The photo is by Mike Flemming 2020
Thank you,Mike
We can cast our body like a cloak
Around the loved one when they cannot speak
Hold them like an infant when at rest
Sleeping softly on a mother’s breast
Touching them and keeping them at peace
Until they can accept death and its release
They seem to concentrate on unknown tasks
Till their minds are happy and they pass
They come first but afterwards we fall
Into an abyss where we just crawl
Seeing shapes and visions, feeling sore
Aching for the one we see no more
A paradox , we give and nothing gain
The suffering of the heart, the searing pains
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The pain of our own Cross
I see a friend who follows my old path
The downward slope, the tunnel through the dark
Helping partners ease their way through death
The hesitance, the disbelief, the wrath
The sharpness like a knife that cuts our heart
I see a friend who follows my old path
So many lovely friends, ny husband said
Just before he lost the vital spark
Helping him to float from out his bed
I did not realise that he was dead
Until his pallor faded, blood departs
I see a friend who follows on this path
We miss them where they used to lie in bed
We miss them taking photos of the park
We help them ease their way to their good death
We need love to help us with this work
Who will help the carer when they hurt?
I see a friend who follows my old path
We each bear the pain of our own Cross
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Passing through
Tomorrow I shall eat a big icecream
Brought to me by courier when I choose
If I cannot get one I shall scream
Rather pointless, how about more booze?
I shall drink more tea and read a book
I read Ted Hughes letters late at night
I finished Sylvia’s journals, I was hooked
Brilliant, sad, pathetic, what outsight
I read her letters, how she worked too hard
Even as a tiny child she strove
How she longed for greatness and rewards
Starting on the tapestry, don’t go!
Harder still and harder,masochist
Will and nature cannot co-exist
Flowers open when the bees swing past
Birds build nests but never build too fast
We need to be in tune with our own world
Harmonise our breathing with the waves
See the little leaves as they uncurl
Forget advice, enjoy life till the grave
Any moment is epiphany
Jesus passes by but we are blind
Though now and then we catch a burning tree
When we are in rhythm with the Mind
Up the waves run on the risen shore
Bringing wild signs from the ocean floor
Grit and pearls and love we won’t ignore
Wise the whale and wise the open door
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Welcomed by God’s eye
Dwell inside your heart and breathe just so
From there your spirit body can outflow
Spread this round your loved one like a shawl
No need to make a sound for love will call
Two are one like lovers in their bed
But now one has to leave , love cuts the thread
In full silence , welcomed by God’s eye
They concentrate on this before they die
In your gracious warmth they’re feeling safe
As a child is in a mother’s gaze
Time no longer matters. we’re elsewhere
Walking humbly ,softly i to God’s stare
At last the work is done and they are free
Who can understand such mystery?
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The affections of the heart
Listen with your ears and with your skin
Feel the other gently in your mind
Felt sensations show where to begin
The senses are connected, interlinked
In subtle ways we do not understand
Listen with your ears and with your skin
In conversation neither one can win
We keep a balance as on deck inclined
Felt sensations show where to begin
The evidence is subtle even thin
On the sea of life we leave dry land
The boat is tossed about like mortal sin
Neglect not now the affections of the heart
Love can be ignored or never taught
Listen with your ears and with your skin
Sensations, feelings ,hearing, vision
