A golden sheet

I saw your soul like that of a wild bird


Someone other guided me to act
Deep inside my voice had been unlocked
I sang the psalms and then a lullaby
Not aware in thought that you would die.


I fed you with a teaspoon the mashed fish
From a plate as good as one might wish
Like a little child you tried your best
You smiled at me and gazed like one who’s blessed


You sat up with a brighter face at last
Then lay back and God knows all the rest

Oh, don’t go yet ,my darling,I am here
The floor of heaven came down amidst my tears
Made of sumptuous satin, gold,revered
For a little moment it hung low
Then it rose and took you in its glow
I saw your soul like that of a wild bird
Taken by the Power who spoke the Word


A sheet of tears fell down from my closed eyes
It’s hard ,so hard when those you love must die

Mary visits Sally 1+ 2 +3+4+5

By Katherine v2015

Mary got all  dolled up in her new pink wool dress.She was going to visit her former neighbour Sally in her pleasan and friendly Care Home not far away

Which handbag will match this, she asked her tomcat  Emile.She did love a bag of fine quality as did he.

Not a black one, he muttered

How about blue?

Yes cerulean blue is pretty.

Mary put her keys and money into the bag,

It is very large,but never mind

Emile thought, Now my chance has come.

He donned his denim jacket and got a clean Hanky

Then when Mary was powdering her nose he hid inside the  gorgeous Enny bag

Powder puff £4 by Barks 2 Often

Buy  bag in G bay for £5000

Mary put the bag on her

shoulder and went to the

bus stop

And so will all of us

Soon the bus arrived.She picked up her beautiful bag and almost fell over.It was very heavy.

  I am getting old, she thought I can hardly lift my handbag Little did she suspect the truth That Emile was inside  trembling in fear in case Mary should drop the bag off the bus.He weighed 5 kg without his fur,so he had been told by the Doctor.

The bus went off and soon they reached Naughty Hall with it’s lovely Cedar Tree and its rose gardens.They got off the bus and walked to Pewter Road where Sally was waiting for Mary.She did not know that Mary had this errant cat hiding in her bag

But she soon will

Mary rang the bell on the front door of Suffolk House.

Come in the receptionist cried.

I have come to visit Sally, Mary told her Is she still in Room 13?

No we call it 12a now because 13 is unlucky

For whom?

Well someone broke a tooth eating nuts in there.

That’s not bad luck.Its stupid to bite hard nuts when you are old

In the Guardian last week  it said that old people could still enjoy sex They advise using sex toys.So why not food

But not to help one to eat nuts I guess!

Can’t tell you as I have never seen a sex toy.

We will ask Matron

Do you think she uses them?

God knows but it is not part of the job description.

Not yet

And so cry all of us.

Sally was happy to see Mary

What a pretty dress she shouted.

Thank you said Mary.

Oh, lord your handbag is shaking.Is there a bomb in it?

Who would bomb a Care Home?

A crazy old woman!

That would be stupid.

Oh dear, it’s moving .Oh, God.

The women froze.

The two women stared at the bag.

And so have all of us.

Then they heard a loud Miaow.

It’s a cat.A large one.

Now Emile what are you doing?

Can’t breathe.Let me out, mother.Quick

Are you the cat’s mother, asked Sally?

Not literally, Mary confessed.

She let Emile out and it was a lovely treat for Sally.She had not touched an animal since her husband died 6 years ago.

She usually preferred dogs but Emile was such fun

And so are all of us .

Do you remember?

Do you remember before type C USB cords?

Before robot vacuum cleaners

Before swiping

Before digital cameras

Before smartphones with cameras

Before you could charge 4 things at once

Before you could charge anything.

Where we had telephone kiosks

And we got paper envelopes with letters inside

Before we could have live chats

With British gas or e.ON

When the children playing out of doors

Were we arguing about which TV programme to watch

When now we have our own screens

When will we stop having sex with another person

Yet we will have to fantasise or look at porn

There will be no exit from our heads

The vacuum cleaner will still work night and day

Do you remember?

Do you remember before type C USB cords

Before robot vacuum cleaners

Before swiping

For digital cameras

Before smartphones with cameras

Before you could charge 4 things at once

Before you could charge anything.

Where we had telephone kiosks

And we got paper envelopes with letters inside

Before we can have live chats

With British gas or e.ON

When the street was busy with women at home and children playing out of doors

Were we arguing about which TV programme to watch

When I know we have our own screens

When will we stop having sex with another person

Yet we will have to fantasise or look at porn

There will be no exit from our heads

Sleep with Shakespeare

It seemed a good idea at the time.But the timing was wrong.Shakespeare was my boyfriend’s friend.To be honest he was a cat.So to preserve my modesty I slept with the cat and not the boyfriend.Just another natural disaster in every day life.

Still,a cat has eyes unlike a flea which is what I sleep with now;I know only because it bites me in the night!Possibly it was from the cat and became a multitude like my sins .which are mainly of omission.A  few are cultivated and the rest grew like weeds.I feel such shame when I think of my life,sleeping with everything but  a human being. Intimacy with moths does not contribute to literature or any other human undertaking and yet it saved a man from torment loving a woman with such a strange personality.So that is good.I also wrote a few plays

A midsummer night’s scream.

Julius seized me.

Richard the Blurred

King Fear

MacDuff,the pudding

Hamrent

Hamerous

Hams of old England.

Nymphs and Leopards.

Liebscreamsche

Nietzsche’s word was my father.

Who won the Bore?

England’s screaming peasants blend

Death ,where is thy King?

Foreigner’a rile us.

Boldlock the beloved

I  made a few dollars selling myself to  an owl.Beyond that my life is herstory.

Can I get bail?I hope the judge is  lenient

Now I wonder if I am out of date

Now I wonder if I am out of date

I don’t  think I will masturbate in public but on Sweden,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Did he wear a paper bag? Where did he wear it?Sex,lies and paper bags… it’s the silly season alright.

Soon it may be compulsory,but seriously………….. what is happening to Europe?

With a paper bag on your head?

Last week we were offered a new kind of advice program here in the UK.Two people in a relationship  would have sex inside a box in the studio and then come out and talk about it or their problems.I did not watch this.Then today I read in the paper that  a new book has come out about Masters and Johnson  the pioneers [?) of sex research in modern times.They began with  prostitutes but this was insufficient so they used volunteers who masturbated  or had intercourse in front  of the cameras.But they were allowed to put a paper bag on their head for secrecy.

From these films much information was gathered about things like female orgasm and other mysteries.I believe they used couples too

However,will the sex life of people willing to have sex in a public room with paper bags on their heads really tell us much about the sex life of the average person.Some people might be impotent but get turned on by the paper bags!It took away the human element

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