At the very edge of human sight Places we don’t go till in despair Love is waiting like a golden light
The world in panic, will the virus bite? Noone ever said this world is fair At the very edge of human sight
Is there really danger of such might, Where our hidden fears emerged dark ,bare Love is fading where’s the sun, the light?
Panic like a virus can ignite Responses that are worse than germs out there At the very rim of human sight
Our defences that are usually adroit Now lie like dead young soldiers unrepaired Love is fading to a weaker light
The still,small voice is quieter than a bird The storm is passing by, will it be heard? At the very edge of human sight Love is dying,looks like candlelight
My husband has a rubber face,
He’s a member of the human race.
Some men have faces fixed and set;
My husband’s face is not like that.
He imitates our politicians,
Just like Rory Bremner can.
Though he has no wig or hair piece,
He can look like anyone.
Some nights I waken for I'm laughing
While I am quite sound asleep.
I am dreaming of his mobile features,
Contorted to a different shape.
He is skilled at telling jokes.
And he loves a good cartoon.
If I am suffering flu type blueness
He can get me well again.
He has a rather noble visage.
He gets attention he abhors.
In the bar on King’s Cross Station—
I was asked was he a Lord!
He’s a Lord of Fun and Humour.
He’s a Lord at Listening Well.
He’s unique, but so are you,
And all creatures that on earth do dwell
The words don’t matter but the rhythm does Verbal music gratifies the mind Nonsense can be poetry and love
The sun is setting , where’s the turtle dove? Music dances though it’s writ on lines The words don’t matter but the rhythm does
I like Jabberwocky just because It makes me learn the value of design Nonsense can be poetry with love
Looking at the stars we see above The moon is silver like a silent sigh The words don’t matter but the meaning does
Now I eat my meal,I miss my dove I hum and sing as I eat my pork pie Nonsense can be poetry,my love
Bring the glasses, bring the oldest wine All must share the music,it’s divine The words don’t matter but the rhythm does Nonsense is the poetry of love
I remember well the agony My swollen feet as tortured as the Christ How could I think well when this struck me?
The boss was never prone to Charity. Unlike Jesus I would never rise I remember well that agony
My mind was absent I could barely see. I could not get away unless I died How could I think well when this struck me?
I laughed when I read that all men are free. They did not know that everyone will lie I remember formless agony
I should have crawled away,I could not be Why did I not find a better guide How could I think well when this struck me?
How did I exist as murdered bride The spear invisible in my own side. I think that most good people would agree The world was never made for folk like me
How to knit: You must have two large needles. You put one under each arm., So far I’ve not gone beyond that but it’s hard to keep them under my arms all day. I gather I need some wool. Is this what is known as “wool-gathering”?I buy some wool in the shop and come back.I have to “cast on” so that’s why men go boating so they can “cast off”…
To cast on you make a loop in the wool and slide it onto the needle. It’s easier using thick wool and thick needles. This loop is your first stitch. To make another, insert the right-hand needle into the loop, wrap the wool around it and pull it through the first loop then slide it onto the needle giving you two stitches. Repeat one hundred times and you now have your first row
Isn’t it hard explaining how to knit! It’s harder if you use sewing needles. think I’ll cook instead.
By the way, row is pronounced to rhyme with sewing. Otherwise, you’d be knitting your first argument and why would you do that?
Stan fell asleep in front of the roaring fire.Emile lay across his lap.Emile was so limp he looked like a wet towel slung casually over the old man’s knees.It was Stan’s birthday but no party had been arranged.He was struck that Mary had not baked a cake..nor even bought one at the Co-op.
That was no surprise really as he did all the cooking including Bakewell tarts and Xmas cake,He was a versatile man who could also mend old radios and fix clocks that were stuck one time….usually the wrong one! He also spent quite a lot of time giving statistics lessons to pensioners and kissing his blonde mistress,Anne who lived next door. He decided that being so near her was a big advantage given his age. Suddenly he was awakened by chuckles and giggles,There were Mary and Anne holding a big iced cake and a pot of tea.The doorbell rang and in came all Stan’s friends from his Art class.Mary produced sandwiches and pork pies,sausage rolls and potato cakes. How did you do this,he enquired dazedly? We did it all in Anne’s oven.She has two so it was quite easy. Mary was not jealous of Anne for Mary would rather read Principia Mathematica than go to bed with Stan.Apparently she was mildly autistic but she was happy doing maths as many of her co-workers had the same syndrome. She did have one daughter whom she found hidden in a gooseberry bush in the garden.This was enough for Stan as he was 92.But luckily he did have a good gold plated pension of £390.09 per month. Everyone was having a fabulous time until Anne tried to light the candles on the cake.No matches could be found. Ring 999,Stan called childishly.Mary obeyed and soon the ambulance drew up. In ran Dave the trisexual paramedic. Is it your chair? he enquired wildly. No,it’s this cake.We can’t light the candles on it.Shall we douse it in petrol? We have a jerry can full of it in the spare room. That is very dangerous,he shouted. Well,we are old now and need the car badly.Risk assessment gave us evens on the odds. Dave produced a silver lighter and lit the candles.Then he conducted them all as they sang, ”Happy Birthday” to Stan.Stan managed to blow out 90 candles before passing out on the rug. Well,at least he didn’t break the chair,Mary said philosophically. I wish he had,said Dave. I’ve got some superglue here. Well,we do have a wardrobe that’s falling apart.would you like to mend it? Sure ,he replied gratefully.This is why we have the NHS! We are here for you 24/7 Or come to A and E if you get a mouth ulcer or a cold sore.No problem is too small!
Stan came to on the rug with Emile beside him.He gazed deeply into the cat’s green eyes. I think I’ve fallen in love with you,he informed the Emile. Will you sleep with me and let Mary have your basket. Are we engaged,said Emile. Definitely,said Stan.I’ll get you a golden collar with diamonds on it. When shall we be married? As soon as it’s legal,Stan answered honestly. In the meantime,we’ll have to live in sin. Then he fell asleep again with Emile in his arms. What a lovely picture, cried the ladies. Look at this.What a happy sight. What love,what devotion. How strange,what a commotion. They’re in love,what emotion. Don’t tell the Pope,we need caution
How to open boxes when your fingers are weak How to read letters when your eyes can’t focus at any distance How to apologise for actions you could not help How not to scream in the night when you don’t remember who you are or where How to sleep alone when the cat dies and you can’t walk a dog or even walk at all How to decide whether to tell anybody these things Or whether they’re better off without knowing Or even without you And you have no gun anyway You don’t even know how to load one. Then the sun shines early in the morning The birds sing with pure amazement And then you start singing too In a squeaky voice And the handyman grins And everything is alright, really In some fundamental sense As it always was But you didn’t register it You buy some tools for the disabled And a stand for the kettle A radio for the demented Just to keep ahead of the game We spend 6 months of our life Looking for lost items Give everything away If anyone wants it. Resign yourself to loss Feel good with emptiness And let the light shine in Say hello to someone Or pray . Its a one way journey every day
More than 30 children still trapped in Mariupol’s Azovstal steel plant, says mayor
The mayor of the besieged Ukrainian city of Mariupol said there was heavy fighting at the Azovstal steel works where the city’s last defenders and some civilians are holding out, Reuters reports.
Contact has been lost with the Ukrainian fighters still in the Azovstal steel plant, where more than 30 children are among those still awaiting evacuation, mayor says
True, we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is always some madness in love, but there is also always some reason in madness.
