With the Mass in Latin,I believed. The words evoked what no-one could conceive The women in their hats looked like proud queens What was, what is, and what once might have been The men came late,hung over, full of dreams They took no Wafer, drunk from living streams I did not mind confessing made up sins. Nor did I mind beans found in small tins.
Religion gives fresh themes to those obsessed Guilt and sin,but scruples are the best I went to church and told God I was through He said, hang on,I’ll send my Light to you.
Thus it was that I was saved from death I had worshipped Satan in duress. After that I took a job for health I am rich in love, though not in wealth
To me there is a White House of the Soul We shall meet again there when we’re whole A place of beauty, space and coloured light God won’t boast, and neither will the mice
I am this, the cobble stones Hot tar between the wails and groans Some stones are flat,our stones were round Snap entry to the Underground I am the pools in pavement holes In winter frost you crack my bones On my surface, children prance I am the stage,I am the dance I see you and you see me As your peek with bended knee I am the bricks that built your house I am the mousehole and the mouse Here comes Ginger, the big cat He caught a chicken and a rat Here the coal shed, here the lav That is what our houses had Cold it is if menstrual pain Comes on in the night again Colder still to lose your child To the sewers wizened smile I am the earth on which we grew I am the mystery,I the clue Stand on me,I am your strength I the bowler,I the length Golden children came to dust I the promise,I the cost
Now we’re used to hearing “fuck” and “shit” What words can we use to let off steam? Oh, what a twit omitting words like “twat” However will I have erotic dreams? Few words are forbidden in our books Little children learn to swear and scream On the television, some won’t look As words like this flow out in lengthy streams Lady Chatterley, you were the cause But what will be the affect and effect? Lawrence, you were eager to enjoy But who could know what others might detect?
I think I shall say ” sorry” when I rage Would “lies and curses” draw more to my page?
Aldeburgh,Sizewell,Dunwich Heath The nuclear bomb shall bring eternal peace Housed between the town and the Reserve Its blackness is ignored by little birds If force deters, then we shall all be saved Or this our world will vanish without trace Innocently playing on the shore Children find old marble unrestored
Birds may sense the blackness of our hearts For, even though unused, the bombs take part They are here where Britten once composed And so the sanctuary ends unsaved,destroyed In between the lover and his rose A screen electric in the silence glows
My brother broke my finger and he set my hair on fire He put it out with urine from the baby’s pot, the Liar He stole the meat from off my plate and stuffed in his mouth He still denies he hurt me but I will tell the truth
When my leg was broken, he asked me for a race I only realised later that his motives could be base He ran away and left me, on the way to school I was knocked down by a bicycle, my suffering was cruel
He stole my books, he mocked my choir, he criticised and lied I might tell you other things I have bottled up inside But one fine day I got a grant to go away to learn I bought myself a pair of shoes and my luck seemed to turn
Later on, he told me that he loved me very much He had been to Cambridge where he’d studied double Dutch
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?
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
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
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
My heart and guts were stolen by a thief All I was became a frame for grief Extremities of bony hands and feet The shrinking brain now denser.distressed heat Umoving in this lethargy, I stared My head and body felt like they weren’t there A headless chicken runs though it be dead Motion in itself does not fool dread I gently felt my hands,I let them be My eyes were still closed to humanity My feet were trembling as they lay so flat I saw the slivers of the shattered glass
The glass had cut my skin,I felt despair Bring me stained glass windows and their prayers