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My heart is soft like butter left in sun.
Much more heat and it will melt and run Oh, why do we have feelings,why engage When friendship turns into such bitter rage? I do not wish to live remote and stern As if I am so perfect I can’t learn Pain too deep can mortify the flesh Turn us into robots fit for trash
All I need is an enormous fridge Which will make me harder than sweet fudge I’ll go inside and pray for peace each day If I freeze to death,I shall not say.
Oh, be of merry heart,my friends and foes
When love comes in, a little hate will go
A strange comingling of the mills and moors
Green of nature,smoke from chimneys glowers While sheep graze their wool is touched by smoke But higher up the ground is bare of hope
Peering down I recognise the view
Rows of terraced houses share a loo Women wear their aprons with panache Boys are playing,give or take a bash.
Miners walking home with faces black
Painters with their ladders and their sacks Little girls are skipping with their ropes Cats are watching idly, kittens mope
Which way shall we go, we must decide
The green hill with no walls, the red brick eyes?
When we drove to Cornwall in the spring
The wild flowers in the lane burst into song We stopped in Weymouth,saw the curving shore Love seeped even deeper to our cores The peninsula of Roseland washed our souls The higher sun shone widely over all Yet Cornwall is not English,I am sure Though noone on our isle is truly pure Hereford and Worcester home of larks Their green inlands such orchards of the heart The love that blossoms must gain deep,deep roots As far below the ground as upper shoots In that hidden world where beetles creep Roots grow strong and tangled while we sleep On the marriage bed we two were one Now I am alone for you have gone Yet underneath all vision we are coiled Your roots and mine live mingled and unspoiled
Unconscious of our cruelty, we sin
Yet pride ourselves as worthy and refined Those who know themselves are modest souls Who do to those around them little harm
Blinded to our our faults we strut about
Causing pain to others, oh what charm If we break the rules,we have no doubts From our errors we can never learn
So I look on your insults and smile
Self image admits nothing makes a change I shall not keep your sentences in files Unlike dried flowers in vases well arranged Yet though you now evade a little pain Your company will never be the same
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
I’m getting a gold medal for my Mail
My inbox emptied yet itr neve whines I’ve squared the circle,I don’t need no nail
The Met have found me, fined me,what,no bail?
I’ve never known a Pritti dame so kind I’m getting a rude letter in my Mail
Human rights are blown out by March gales
Home Secretary,are you going blind ? I’ve squared the circle,Jesus,where’re your nails? Leave off murdering women and young girls Don’t handcuff the survivors,pay their fines I’m getting bloody metal in my Mail
Our arteries are squeezing,hearts will fail
For the hell, O writer, leave us signs The circle’s square, I’m hanging by a nail
Well, what do you think of Britain in decline
The police resent ,mad Governments tell lies I’m getting silver pieces in my Mail Who’s crucified our God with varnished nails?
The music is the waves as they run high
Across the pebbly sands onto the road Then groaning of the shingle as waves die The fish that dwell deep in the dark, dark brine The flow within as outer waters flow The music of the waves as they run high The moon reflects sun’s light to other eyes Above the seas which rise up to its goad. Then groans the shingle as the steep waves die The sea holds hidden goods where we can’t pry In the deep the heavy water moulds The music of the waves as they run high All the day and all of the black night The seas and oceans change from high to low Ah, groans the earth as each wave has to die Re-hear these sounds, are they a sacred code? As angels wrestled, Jacob feared the Lord His music is the waves as they run high His groaning is the shingle as waves die
A beam of light passed through my eyes And showed to me a world disguised So near,yet far,we do not see, Unless by gift of grace redeemed. That world is full of peace and calm Its colors mingle,like a balm. In such a moment all thought dies Revealing Love which underlies. Colors caress my naked eyes. Sunlight blesses new designs. I stand enthralled,and do not wish For one delight,other than this. My breath slows down, and filled with joy, I rove my eyes with bliss to toy. Everything is just itself. This is now my living wealth. Beneath the noise of city cars, This mellow joy in love endears This depth and peace, is always near When we choose Love and turn from Fear
When soft winds blow and air strokes our bare skin .When days are long like melodies of youth, when light wakes up the soul from out her sin Then shall we know when this sweet life is truth? When flowers droop and leaves are dried and brown; When water’s short and all the ground’s forlorn Then do not meet disaster with a frown, For out of heartfelt sorrow new life’s born .When winter’s here and all is quiet and still And nothing seems to move or grow or speak Then we shall learn the limits of our will When through the soil the first green shoots will break .For seasons change and actors come and go. Yet through such changes, life is what we know
We are swimming in deep water,deep and green I am coming towards you with my fingers stretched Our bodies pale as fish, our soft hair streams
The deep sea has no sun, yet we can see The retina is waiting, ready,etched We are swimming in deep water,deep and green
I see your face and eyes,how well they gleam Do we have to undergo a test? Our bodies pale as fish, our soft hair streams
Underneath the ocean are strange scenes I will tell you later, we are blessed We are swimming in sea water,deep and green
Our fingers meet, our lips share silver sheens We float in circles, weightless is our flesh Our bodies pale as fish, our soft hair stream
What will happen, what shall we do next Inspiration,grace, we are perplexed We are floating in deep water,deep and green Our bodies pale as fish, our soft hair streams
I am very clever,give me that
I have got a first class aegrotat Do you feel that you would like one too ? Just get chicken pox or maybe flu I went to York in winter,this is true Hebden Bridge had icebergs in the loo Then we were near Grimsby in thick fog The Humber Ferry crossed like coppers plod
In Hull they gave degrees in geography
Now they teach the gross democracy That may be where I caught Golders Green My face is apple and my eyes are teal
I could have done degrees in Law or Greek
I love to hear the way the foreign speak Give me Aramaic for my tea Give me ancient Hebrew,I am he.
I learned Dutch but I was not first class
In fact I failed completely,I’m an ass
We walk along the Pennine way some years If farmers let the bulls out,we don’t care I like stiles and jumping over walls But then I’m not a man with stuff to haul I like mountains,I like lakes and boats I like being tickled as we float I like sheep that follow me all day Trying to find the perfect spot to pray Up near Dent the sheep beg very well They learn to knit while sitting on a Fell In the winter Dent is somewhat cold It feels more frosty to the very old I’ll never go to Dent or Alston now Unless the bull is gone and there’s a cow I’ll never climb up Coniston Old Man Nor meet Mary,Annie, Dave or Stan T hey are in another kinder place Where one the women made the famous lace On the River Trent come down the Peak Do not wear your shoes unless you’ve feet
On summer days the cliff at Weybourne sang Of finest grass entwined with tiny flowers The butterflies were floating on the wind
We walked along contented, hand in hand In Sheringham we saw no faces dour On summer days the cliffs at Weybourne sang
We met no wasps nor anything that stings The footpath was kept clear, no weeds to sour The butterflies were resting on the wind
I looked at bluebells,insects hear their ring So we passed with pleasure our free hours On summer days, the cliffs at Weybourne sang
Was it for this perfection Adam sinned? No human joy is with us very long The butterflies were resting on the wind
On summer days the cliff at Weybourne sang Of grass so fine and of its tiny flowers The butterflies were floating on the wind
In winter the North wind will make beasts cower No need for ventilation,faces glower On summer days the cliff at Weybourne sang The butterflies float through my mind, bright, winged
The myriad random movements, words and signs Inanimate, cold blooded,hot or warm In mystery make the world, complete, designed
From the stars at night, to needles’ eyes Every size is present eye to horn The myriad random movements, words and signs
Yet, not robotic, shivering, alive Like a human baby when new born In mystery the world is fresh, designed
So every morning we awake surpriseds The dreams we had afflict us like flung stones The random movements, words and latent sign
Are dreams the truth or can the unknown lie?s Are we subject to their nightly roams? The mystery is the world makes its design
As the wild geese land at one in storms The murmurations of the starlings charm The myriad random movements, words and signs In mystery make the world, replete,divine
The life boat crew are safely home
They’ve brought the shipwrecked sailors too. The storm has passed, the wind has dropped The sea is swaying softly now.
Wrapped in soft night clothes, their offspring
Are all in world of dream still lost. Their fathers’ safely home this time. They save wrecked ships despite the cost.
Will any lifeboat crew be there
To help less blessed ones from despair, And lives, too many , spent in care No fathers and no mothers near?
The sea we certainly must fear,
But more we fear the acts of those Who try to buy our minds and wills, For votes in the election booths.
Oh hush my baby, go to sleep,
It is your mammy’s job to weep. I wish I knew just what to do To empower the lives of wains like you.
Sleep well, sleep well, my little child.
The sun will rise, the air is mild. We’ll trust that when we all set sail Our love and courage will not fail.
Oh,hush my sweet one, I am near.
The world’s too big for bairns to bear. We’ll do much better this time round. We’ll not let this boat run aground.
Now speaks the earth of spring and all its joys.
Now flowers and blossom soothe our lonely eyes.
So happy are the lovers, girls and boys,
As in the daisied meadows they may lie.
Now speaks the sun and makes us want to grow
to open like the flowers for his love
To let the life within us start to flow.
With blessings sent down to us from above.
Now every part of nature is in flood
Fresh leaves point down from trees to holy nests
The birds are active in this little wood,
And dwelling on the tree branch breast to breast.
Oh let’s not waste time glued to inner thoughts.
For we may miss the joy which spring has brought
Another branch has fallen from the tree
For nine short months, it weakened and grew dry. It fell to earth with utter gravity
Is comparing us to trees good simile?
I’d find a better if I’d wits to try Another branch has fallen from the tree
The tree grieves not, for trees like to be free
Their main desire is stature, to be high. Dead branches fall to earth by gravity
Some compare life to a drunken sea;
Or to the sky where dance wild nuclei Yet our most holy symbol is the tree
The strong hang on in their tenacity
Even as their leaves and berries fly Weaker branches fall with gravity
Death comes so much harder to the high
This is no truth but neither do I lie Another branch has broken from the tree Thus disconnected , it is down and free
Since you died I learned to use a crutch I have noone to lean on, none to touch I wanted you to die with kindly ease Now I miss another I could tease
Noone knows what was our special trees Nor why the pain of loss dwells in my knee As if I cannot stand or wait alone Dark earth is softer than these paving stone
The trees you loved my neighbours see as weeds I shan’t recite a list of their misdeeds Others gossip of my coloured coats A widow’s weeds aren’t teal, they grin, they gloat Before you went I saw the cloth of gold Coming down from heaven to enfold Then it rose, its satin thick and pure Taking you away, yet life endures
The emptiness, the void, the loss, the paine The crash severe we know is for ordained
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
I see the tins I used for Christmas Cakes The Russian Cheese Cake and the apple tart Nowadays do younger women bake? I remember mother making Buns Hot,uncross, she made cakes with her heart Her apple suet pudding beat her plum The kitchen was a room with its own fire There we ate and cooked and fought,alarmed Children pinch and nip and even bite I banged my head upon the table sharp The corners seemed to hate me,even spurn I wished I were a dog so I could bark I fell down the stairs, it was a thrill It hurt less than the beatings made me smart Children were deprived of any will
Shall these cake tins from my home depart? Shall I make a small cake from a chart? I hold the tin I used for Christmas Cake W atching TV where new experts bake