A hamster,damn it! Where is a green itch? Where does glass go? Rotter,damn.I could swear myself. I’ve done Dee a favour and more The isle of Wight is changing its name soon as people can’t spell Wight.Why is it not White? I think Grey is better The isle of Dogs has to let cats in Blackheath says it is having electric lights put all over it. Well, who was the Carl in Carlisle and who was the Ull in Ullswater Don’t mention Pen’s wrath. I used to hear Mum saying Shap fell.But to whom? Loch Lomond is changing to Loch Lowmood as the people who fell in are not happy any more and soon will be dead Why are all the moors in the North? So Erin is gay? Wood Green what? What is greater about the edge of London? Don’t go where I have gone
I thought that nursing homes and care homes was just people the opportunity to be with other people but my brother was in one during 2020 up into August 2021 when he died of pneumonia. Family couldn’t visit him for a lot of the time, reading all these articles I just did not know. I think once it’s safe some of this you consider being a befriender or volunteer to do visits to someone once a week. Its better not to talk too much. Just be present
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Like a mass communion without words Posted on June 8, 2017
In Bedzin and in Krakow they breathed in What they denied in conscious thought or word. The ashes of the Jews, the shades of skin
Penetrating lungs so deep within The dead unburied mixed, in air secured In Bedzin and in Krakow, mortal sin.
The nearby people became like burial urns. The human dust by breathing was allured The ashes of the Jews, the shades of skin.
So Europe took their human ash within. A graveyard we became unknown, impure. In Bedzin and in Krakow, more of sin.
And who they thought destroyed lived on in them Controlled their lungs, their hearts their minds uncured, The ashes of the Jews, borne in their skin.
Like a mass communion without words We ate and breathed the Jews, the gays, unheard In Bedzin and in Krakow we walked in The ashes of the lost, the glades of sin
Oh, Alfred, my beloved, do not go Do not leave, but warmth to me bestow, Lie beside me in my bed all night Succour me when stormy dreams affright.
Oh, Alfred,-tis your eyes that turn me on The green and golden light is never gone. Affection constant, touch and feeling shared. I am not embarrassed when you stare.
For you, the gallant male, have ever seen My naked form well lit by Jove’s sunbeams And if I wear a gown of wincyette You love it as it’s made for paws of cat.
Alfred, we can’t marry yet I fear. Cats can’t read the Book of Common Prayer.
As Mary got ready to go out,she realised she had not combed her hair.Where were the 24 combs she had bought from Amazon?Not in her delightful red and purple shoulder bag.She pondered over what to d0 1 Use the clothes brush 2.Try a nailbrush 3 Use her toothbrush 4.Look on the floor 5.Look in all the drawers in the horsuse In the end she decided to pour some water over her head put on some oil , then push her hair into the direction she wanted She putt on her red dress with a pattern of little books all over, a favourite of Stan, her late husband.Her shoes were peach coloured in homage to some artist who liked clashing colours.He was not good as an artist except for this ability to find the worst possible colours to put together.So he is known as Ned the Red and Purple Suddenly the doorbell rang like a burglar alarm on heat.She opened the door and Dave the paramedic ran in What’s wrong,Dave, she asked I am being chased by a big Siamese cat,he replied. I can’t see any cats, she said in a kindly tone.Never mind,let me make you some coffee Before she could close the door a big and lovely cat ran in Who are you,Mary asked him? I am called Jeb, he told her.I like that man in the dress so I want to ask him to adopt me. OK said Dave.My cat died and I’ve been too sad to get another one.Are you able to sleep by me in bed Definitely, said Jeb.It hs been my life time desire All three sat down in the small but delightful orange and lime kitchen watching Emile climb a tree. I haven’t seen you lately,Dave said gently to Mary No,I went to the hairdresser and my hair is so short it looks as if I am having chemotherapy.Still it was nice to be cossetted and it won’t need much arranging or blow-drying. I suppose you could let the back grow before the winter,Dave told her Yes, at least my head is cooler for the summer.It was hot when I went there so I assumed that would carry on.But now it is colder. How about wearing a hat? Yes,I’ll ask Annie about that as she knows more about clothes than I ever shall The phone rang starling Jeb who had been living in a field Hello, this is Sister Mayflower from the bereavement group. Hello,Sister.How are you? I am worried because the other women were so unwelcoming.I have taken it over recently and recognise they are a closed group and it is 20 years since most of them were bereaved so they don’t want anyone to distress them by actually feeling sad. Don’t worry about me.I only came because Annie my neighbour saw an advert for it and I did it to please her. I see ,said Sr Mayflower.You can come to the Convent if you like.Just say Mayflower. Thank you very much.Bye , bye said Mary Who was that, a nun? said Dave.Don’t tell me.I can guess,Several patients we’ve had have been there and were disappointed.They should call it tea and chat except they don’t want any one new to join even in that.Odd as it is a Church based on the teachings of Jesus.Love one another. Loving others may be harder than it sound,Mary mused scientifically i feel much better , she said.I am playing the piano every day.I met 3 friends for coffee and then went to the bookshop.I love sitting there looking at new books.And it’s nice not to have to cook every night Mary got up ,oh dear, her trousers fell down Good grief,Dave cried.You have lost weight and are wearing red knickers! Yes, said Mary.Don’t you like them? I am unsure.Shall I get some? Just get 1 pair and see how you feel.I got mine in the Market.Otherwise Marks do purple and green ones,Mary murmured Imagine all the old folk wondering around the town might be wearing purple and green knickers. said Dave
.It must make washing hard as you can’t put them in the 60 degree wash. I never thought of that, cried Mary, her blue mascara running down her face. I’ve read some women wear a pair once and then throw them out Well, they could cut them up and use them as dusters,Dave mused. Why not just by dusters and wear white or beige knickers? Life is hard enought without worrying about such trivia My mascara is melting because my eyes keep watering. Go and sit by the potted plants and let it fall on them,Dave said scientifically Don’t be ridiculous, she said knowingly.I think it is hayfever or the pollution in town.The traffic was like a plague of giant houseflies on wheels.All stuck still. Well flies don’t keep still,Dave said.If they did we would kill them I guess there’s an a”ccident ” on the motorway so they send the cars down here.I wish they had kept the railways open as the roads are frightening with those big lorries with cars on the back.I used to be afraid one might fall off on us,Mary remininisced, when Stan drove me to the coast The door opened and in dashed Annie from next door.She wore a dark wine track suit with a pale pink T shirt matching her lipstick from Yves de Beauvoir McMorris of Paris and Wigan. Hi Dave she said.I love that dress,Is it from Marks? Yes, he answered.I like these cotton maxi dresses in hot weather. I can understand that ,she whispered.Trousers are hot and if you wash them they need ironing.People forget we sweat more in the heat That’s fortunate,Mary said.Otherwise we would die And so cry all of us except Jeb.Jeb never cries
The heart that touched my heart I feel no more Alone in some 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
Is it any wonder that the world is going to pot when one hears this.
A high school teacher was arrested today at Sydney’s Kingsford-Smith International airport as he attempted to board a flight while in possession of a ruler, a protractor, a compass, a slide-rule and a calculator
At the press conference, the Attorney General said he believes the man is a member of the notorious extremist Al-Gebra movement.
He did not identify the man, who has been charged by the AFP with carrying weapons of maths instruction.
‘Al-Gebra is a problem for us’, the Attorney General said. ‘They derive solutions by means and extremes, and sometimes go off on tangents in search of absolute values.’ They use secret code names like “X” and “Y” and refer to themselves as “unknowns;” but we have determined that they belong to a common denominator of the axis of symmetry with coordinates in every country. As the Greek philosopher Isosceles used to say, “There are three sides to every triangle.”
A hamster,damn it! Where is a green itch? Where does glass go? Rotter,damn.I could swear myself. I’ve done Dee a favour and more The isle of Wight is changing its name soon as people can’t spell Wight.Why is it not White? I think Grey is better The isle of Dogs has to let cats in Blackheath says it is having electric lights put all over it. Well, who was the Carl in Carlisle and who was the Ull in Ullswater Don’t mention Pen’s wrath. I used to hear Mum saying Shap fell.But to whom? Loch Lomond is changing to Loch Lowmood as the people who fell in are not happy any more and soon will be dead Why are all the moors in the North? So Erin is gay? Wood Green what? What is greater about the edge of London? Don’t go where I have gone
Dwells in your images. Faces bleed with feeling. Bodies rise out like rocks. Your self-portrait sings Me,myself.I am. When God spoke from the burning bush, You took the flame and ran
I flindered lobely as a blouse That sleats on high o’er biles and phrills, When at a seance I saw a fowl The ghost, of hilden waffotills; Depide the blike, Coneath the blees, Pluttering and strancing in the frieze
Conpentred as the hores did pont And swondleon the mokiway, They briched in never-blinding stine Along the gargins wovt a rey: Ten thousand jaw, I ater a flounce, Wessing their shids in glightly spance.
The Webs deside them panced but loy Out-did the sparkling waves in schlee A waite could not clutt ie glay In juch a ferund timpanee: I glazed- and jazed- but little ploat What gealthy wasps shrew thlee had cloght:
For poft, when on my louch i pi In racane or in trensive slood, They flush upon that innard plie Rich is the blass of molitude; And then my tart with leisured gills: Fish dancing with the daffodils
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
Five poems [needs more editing but hands not good]
Pastels on brown paper then edited with art weaver software.
1.And cultivate my hatred with my tears
Shall I give home to grievance and to woe
And cultivate my hatred with my tears?
Shall I remember carefully each blow,
And add this sorrow to my anxious fear?
I thought by hating you I would have peace
And surely I had reason without doubt.
Yet rumination gave me no release..
For wisdom and compassion it did flout
I remembered then past love and shared sweet words
I gave them freedom in my anguished heart.
I did it for your sake, yet then occurred
A sweetness, joy and gladness in all parts.
To forgive,repent and let go of such grief
Helps us more than hatred’s legal briefs 2.
Silence and sadness
The cause of sadness also shows its end;
That we let go the loved one and remain.
Such comfort,aid and love we have from friends
Helps us bear the heart’s most dangerous pain.
But if our friends fear their own hidden grief.
If sorrow is never let to touch their heart;
Then friendship’s stolen by a nervous thief;
As wishing to retain our self,we part.
The friends who sit in silent company
Who look for no reward yet love us true
Who show, quite clear, desireless empathy;
They are friends who warmth and hope imbue.
Patient silence may do more than words
The utterance of the heart is not absurd.
3 .Elemental as a storm
A force far deeper than our anger Elemental as a storm A1111111nnihilating all before it Terror makes man’s rage perform. This force saying self is threatened Runs to rise and to protect,
Most murderous when we’re most alarmed Rage the enemy detects Over-riding other feelings Deprives us of the power to think
Like a nuclear tsunami
Disconnecting human links.
Reddened vision,focused,narrow;
Eyes locked onto enemy’s
All the wider context losing,
Wipes out our good memories
Like a mother tiger fighting,
And the cornered eagle’s force;
We will destroy what we think other
Without bitter,pained remorse.
Nature made such to protect us;
Yet our perception can be wrong.
Once the flood of feeling takes us
All reflections seems too long
Later, if we see our victims,
Will we know that we have erred?
For hate deceives ourselves and others
When our inmost terror’s bared.
How can we step back and ponder,
See life from a wider view?
How can we become less blinded,
So we see our world anew?
Succumb not to final despond
Succumb not black despair.
Always there are those who see.
Always there are those that care.
Tempered by reflective wisdom
Rage can change when understood.
When we find another being Who contains our frightful flood
4. Tempt me not
Deferential, I Eternity await Submit to your grace In my patient state.
None but God can judge; None have his pure gaze. Write me not your wish. Tempt me not with praise.
5. What fearsome burning God enjoys our lives?
How gently,sweetly softly flowers pose, Carnation,orchid ,daffodil and rose. For their intricate petals form a shield Yet bees with striped force do make them yield. Appearances,natural or contrived, Mixed with the wiles of men and women thrive. As knowing not, we pluck the apple rare 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 dark earth quakes; Seized is the maid and he her virtue takes. Beneath the surface,force and fierceness thrive. What fearsome, burning God directs our lives?
G-d himself was shattered, without skin And did you see the sparks of light within The hidden wood where dwells the holy dove The darkness which to human soul’s akin
God himself was shattered, without skin Each fragment though a shining light was dumb But did you see the sparks of love within?
Around the world, the mystics then began To seek the little jewels that once were G-d In darkness which to human soul’s akin
Each fragment was eternal in its span And yet was helpless as on it man trod Though some might see the sparks of light within
Well hidden from the world of human sin Afflicted by G-d’s death; now weeps the dove Why is darkness where we must begin?
Can we bear Reality or Love? Can we live, survive the coming flood? Yet we see the sparks of love within The darkness which to human soul’s akin
Turn back, live again, he asked of me Do not wander in the darkness anymore One false move might give death victory
We are each connected to that tree The sunlit top, the roots hid in earth’s floor Come back, live again, he asked of me
While we live, we’ll live with dignity Not scrabbling for the gold in blood and gore One more lie will give sin victory
The kindness of the golden light was clear And left sweet feelings in my heart’s deep core Come back, live your life, he then soothed me
Do not wonder now why you are here We’re here to live and living shall restore What our suffering self has found so dear
I had never seen the Light before Only Christ the Tyger with his roar Come back, live through pain, he asked of me That first step will give love victory
How my heart speaks 