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
I get up in the morning after twenty cups of tea I dress in some bright clothing that will make God worship me I am getting so much older and I never learned to flirt How did I have time to go to work ? I spend a long time daydreaming,I love a reverie Now I have no cat at all, my new plants all love me I sit and write my poetry, it doesn’t have to hurt How did I have time to go to work?
I’ve a prayer plant from the tropics,Brazilian so I read I’m buying it some pebbles, it likes a waterbed I’ve also got a Peace Lily, surveillance is covert How did I have time to go to work? Time they say is precious, as they run with manic verve Like a tangent to a circle, they miss the holy curve My ambition is for indolence, my ideas I will nurse Why did I waste time and go to work?
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
May I confess my sins online,Father? If you must. Well, I don’t like Boris Johnson Is that it? Sorry to be so boring. Everyone today is confessing the same thing I just saw him! Yes, he hates himself too Is he a Catholic? Well. Hitler was. But was Johnson brought up as one? Well, he knows how to confess sins That’s no use unless he stops committing them Right, he has no firm purpose of amendment. He compliments Trump for his racist outbursts He may even complement Trump. Stitch them together and there is still something missing What? Humanity, humaneness,caritas, agape,care,kindness I see you went to a good Seminary,Father.I used to like the Latin Mass But not Latins en masse I prefer them to the English That is a sin.We must love equally Can’t we hate equally instead? I am ambivalent about that You’re a Paradox Where do they originate? Somewhere Unorthodox. This is getting rude No it’s not! Don’t contradict me That’s Latin! It’s an order Or a disorder? Stop playing games Who’re you? Wittgenstein? He’s dead What a shame Actually would he enjoy living in England now No, because he was Jewish. So are lots of people. Somehow they get hurt or even killed at times What times? Nazi.times Stalin-times Tsar-times GoodFriday-times Greedy-times Allthe-time In the Times Of the times Oh, time! Well it’s about time we stopped it. About time On time In time After time Time and Motion Soon we’ll have the Flood Why has Boris not built an Ark? Because he doesn’t Noah how to Because God didn’t see him Because there was a full stop at the end of the sentence. Is that not normal? Not on WhatsApp! What is up? What is down? I don’t know, where’s the Eskimos snow
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
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
At last my one ambition is fulfilled I have a desk where I may write at will No more the dining table or a board A two desk family is safely moored Men must have their study if they write Though grandad was a coalminer at night And Father was a writer in gold paint Embellishing the Churches with quotes quaint He also did The Stations of the Cross Then he died, what torment ,oh what loss. We went to see his grave and said a prayer Jesus was so quiet, hardly there. But I believe in love and always will Now I’ll write my poems with a quill
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
I used to teach maths to those willing They already knew weights and billing I liked them to solve all my problems Without making use of odd goblins My problems were many and varied By men I was too often harried I tried to look plain and demented And rarely was I ever scented I feared I would bore myself speaking The same age old problems repeating So I never prepared for my classes I made errors, correct, for the masses I don’t know why we did complex numbers More severe than the Ferry cross the Humber We also did groups,rings and fields Gambled and stuffed jellied eels So why am I here writing poems Or collecting gold one pound coins? I have no idea, my reader But I have got no faith in our leader
Be wary of viruses merry Eat raw tomatoes and cherries Spend all the time you have left Discerning the warp and the weft
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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Trapped in home made offices , we work Reading from our screens, no space for thought As we type ,our tender fingers hurt Not the copperplate that I was taught No commuting, no more fraught deceit Harder are affairs, no private door No more kisses unless they are quite fleet Just daydreams, which will come to be no more No walking to the station at sunrise No hour alone to read or look without All is known, where is the grand surprise? Where the room for thoughtlessness or doubt? Work from home but keep some private space Do not harm your friends, keep from disgrace
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!
While Annie departed in her unsuitable violet velvet trenchcoat for a holiday in Cleethorpes,Mary took a look at her FaceBook page before cleaning the grate You are a vile ,vicious person,Mary someone unknown from the Church of the Hard Left had written Well,I suppose eventually we all get stung by wasps, she muttered silently.Another person wrote, you are too stupid to have been to Oxford Maybe I should have gone to Cambridge, she pondered Don’t they realise that if they attack me personally it shows they can’t answer my questions? Why, there is a name for that…ad hominem? I know , said Annie, giving Mary a traumatic shock as she made no noise entering. It was too wet in Cleethorpes and there were no donkeys on the beach so I have come home. Have you any spare food You can eat with me,.I doubt if they let large people ride on the donkeys,Mary teased her Well,I’m not as fat as you,Annie cried rudely unable to contain her rage silently Even so,you may be too large for a donkey to carry you.Mary advised her ruefully Well, they should get stronger donkeys,Annie said critically How about an elephant,Mary joked in her cliched way What are you doing on FB? I have changed my surname to my Irish grandmother’s name What is it? Adair I’ve ever heard of it. Actually,it’s Scottish Why? She married a Scot,And I hoped those horrible people won’t know it You could wash up or make the bed instead I am tired of making beds and getting dressed Indeed Mary did look odd in a long striped dress from Land’s End and some hobnailed boots That dress is weird,Annie called.It’s like something from a Museum Oh, do stop criticising me;I have seen noone so why worry?Who cares But God can see you Do you think God is concerned about me wearing an orange and purple dress? I have no idea, but I don’t like orange unless it’s the sky at sunset Oh,my.I didn’t know my clothing might make you feel ill.No wonder men don’t ask me out. Do you want a man? Well, they give a background to life;they come in handy like electric tin openers Emile mewed loudly,I don’t like that.You should value men more OK Emile,I shall try my best.I’ll have to go to the pub to meet some Can I come too? I don’t feel a talking tomcat is a suitable accessory for a lady I won’t say a word, the poor animal replied.Am I now called McCracken too ? No, it’s only my virtual name,Mary assured him sensitively I am sure you could have got a better one, given more time,Annie said thoughtlessly I just didn’t want to think anymore,Mary said with anger in her voice I can understand that.There is too much thought and not enough feeling in modern society. And so feel all of us I think