He had to see if anyone was breaking the rules by attending.
This is a paradox.
There were people there he needed to see urgently and it was convenient
He ia a spy.
He missed his wife he really needed comfort and he had lost his teddy bear
Daddy’s dead.Daddy”s dead
Mother’s lost her motor
Wind her up with her big key
Mother don’t you hate her?
He got away, he did she said
Now she has no motor
She gave us sugar on our bread
Sandwich, butter,sugar.
She said she wished that she were dead
I could hardly guess a word she said
In her grave she would be laid.
No more a wife,no more a maid
How to save her children five
Mourn with the sorrowing mother.
She cleared the ash and cleaned the grate
Iit the fire and burned with hate
Oh.mother.mother,we are late
Don’t burn us up,we are your fate
Grieve with us, oh, Mammy
Wind her up,wind her up,my brother.
She may be sad she may be dead
She is still our Mother
Once she was a happy lass
Climbed up from the gutter.
She played Chopin then but never again
Wail for the single mother.
With children five can she survive?
Pray for the lonely widow.
God took all her joy and more
I don’t knock on a church door
Satan’s coming with the score
Come ye back,oh Mammy
Is it psychotic to believe in a God
Who watches us sit in the bog
If our bowels don’t open
Or not very often
Does he smite us with his great big rod?
i circled London every day.
from Euston Square to Notting Hill
While I I meditate and pray
Humbly here to find God’s will.
i am his servant and his maid.
May he travel on the tube
What clothes to wear oh let us try
the hidden meanings may intrude
I became transiently psychotic in the hospital.I believed for 4 hours that a nurse was going to kill me.
In reality it was the doctor .
I still don’t believe I am dead.Did he raise me ?
We get paranoid when we feel nobody cares about us.This is common in us older folk .
Please don’t commit me to the bin.
Recognise that our neighbour is as real a person as we are.
If so do not kill them for your selfish needs
Honour your elders if they deserve it.
They are not necessarily better or wiser than you
My friends have now moved to The Cross
It’s Waltham. The Abbey, the lot.
It has so much mud .
It’s not very good
For people with innate bad coughs
There was a young lady in Dedham.
Who had a pot dog without any head on.
She stored her bank notes.
And the TV remote
Inside this mad dog made in Devon
I turned my head away then I looked back
The tree had disappeared the sky was black.
once it was deep coffee tinged with mauve
in my mind It turned into a grove.
i miss my tree at night before I sleep.
So these notes reminding me I keep
There was a young lady from Balham
Descended from Moses and. Adam
No mother had she
But a Queen bee
She went pink when she married a salmon
In the Guardian today
My boyfriend does not keep butter in the fridge
Maybe he is going to massage you with best butter tonight.
My boyfriend does not eat meat,
Does he inhale it?
My boyfriend likes whole milk
What’s the problem?
My girlfriend thinks I am obese
Never mind,you can spell.
I did Greats at Oxford
Try doing great next time
I have never been in love
I said the signpost is very small.
You are very cuddly
That is my cat,Beryl
I am not called Beryl.
No but but the cat is.
Is it female?
No it’s neutral.
Where is the cat’s mother?
With the cat’s father.
My boyfriend likes Russian vines.
How about Russian Invasions,?
Even the vines are invasive!
Do you want to go to Lithuania for half term?
No,they don’t speak Yiddish.
That’s because there are no Jews left.
Why,where have they gone?
The ugly tower block peeps through Holly trees
Turned to jewels of gold by sunny leaves
We can fight about our gender
We can fight about belief
We can wonder about this Russian war
We don’t crucify two thieves
Are we feeling boredom?
Are we short of friends?
We could help the lonely and the old.
This is not the end
The Death Instinct was mentioned by S Freud
But was it Murder Suicide or Fraud?
He wanted to explain what makes no sense.
As our hearts bang and our innards wrench.
As Russia smites Ukraine we hold our breath
Our imagination balks, we think of death
How many more will suffer Putin’s wrath?
As NATO stalked the border witches’ path
I dream at nights of my old friends
My husband and his loving hands
I dream of all the cats we had
Alfred who slept on the bed
He laid his head upon my foot
As I wrote a poem of love
Jimmy who was small and black
She bit my hand if I got up
I did not wish to wet the bed
She misheard the words said
The last night here she gazed at me
I think she knew she would not be
Lucky was the nervous one
Black and white , apartheid none
He liked my husband’s shoulder dear
He draped himself and lost all fear
Now the cats have all gone off
I am frightened by a cough
My husband comes to me at night
Fortunately he can’t bite
He touches me with tenderness
Smiles and wishes me,God Bless.
When I waken I feel lost
So I have to wear a watch
I seem to have no solid self
I feel nervous of poor elves
I don’t mind an angel sweet
He could rub my aching feet
I will have no other man
They are frightened of women
They don’t like to lose at Chess
They don’t like to wash my dress
They will brush my winter coat
Never ask me what I wrote
I do not wish to anger men
They might shout and bawl again
I think maybe I will turn gay
Ask a lady, what to say?
They may not understand my needs
Killing flowers to help the weeds
Talking all the weary night
On the whole they’re parasites
Also they may menstruate
I can’t give them seeds to take
So they will leave and get a man
This is where it all began
Eve and Adam,God and man
Cain and Abel, apple flan
Noah and his Ark so fine
I wish I had one in the rain
I wonder when the world will end?
I am old so be my Friend,
Is mock turtle soup made from mock turtles or is it soup which tastes like turtle soup but made from cheaper ingredients?TL
I wonder what a mock maths lecture would consist of.
Is there mock mathematics?
Are there mock lectures?
Do two mocks cancel each other out?
I think not.
Well I do think, two mocks are worse than one
There’s no such thing as a mock turtle.
Like there is no mock tiger
If you read the same book every day is that cheating?
Must one read the entire book in one day?
Do short books have advantages,?
Should short books be cheaper?
The clot thickens
The end of his wife
Some where under the rainbow
The blood of others
Gulliver unraveled
How to knit for Dummies
Nightfall fell.It does.
To Russia in a sieve
The resignation of Mr Johnson
Start a war for dummies.
Married and alive.
How to be framed.
There was a young lady from Windsor
Who got washed as she used rain to rinse her
She went out in Storm Gladys
And this is the sadness
The gale and the hailstones have minced her!
Behind the trees a block of flats rears up
The radio plays more Elvis as eyes drip
The scaffolding remains the same each day
What can cripples do when they can’t pray?
Two long curved branches lean towards the East
The sun shines on them and upon the least
If you like adding up numbers
Or counting up rows of cucumbers
Don’t learn X and Y
No log tables nor pi.
There is little aid for the plumber who’s dumber
Confession is totally wrecking
Almost as bad as henpecking
Keep your mind to yourself
In sickness and health
Your privacy’s smarter than clucking
I
Hughes’s thrush a coil of steel with its black hole
Swallowed up our culture, paid in gold
J
When the windows shattered
And the splinters flew in
He just made for the back door
And left me
not knowing where to begin.
When the shards of glass hit me
And pierced my vulnerable skin
He was already going
Leaving me
feeling he was an inhuman being.
When I fell down covered in glass and bleeding,
And the storm raged on,
I didn’t look round because
I knew,I knew,I knew,
I knew he would be gone.
Suddenly peace came, the storm had quite
disappeared..
It was all over so quickly
Not as murderous as I feared.
My wounds were bad,I have to confess.
I had no bandage
Nothing with which to dress.
With an old towel I cleaned my blood
Then I lay me down to pray.
Since that day,no storms come this way.
My wounds are healing
I have just one thing to say.
When the storm was so bad
He left me all alone…
but strangely since then
all is peace and calm.
His absence has become
almost a balm.
But I hear stories of fierce storms rising up
In towns and villages
Not too far from here, where a wandering man appears.
Seems like he’s running to get away
From some storm
But he takes it with him
He gives it form.
So when the windows crashed in
glass flew at my face
he left me all alone
In what he thought
was a very dangerous place.
Did he not pick me up
and carry me outside?
No,my daughter,he left me alone;.
But since then
I lost a great burden…
And I lost a great feeling of shame.
Rise up,you women,bleeding and torn.
For on days like this,a new resolve is born.
While you live don’t accept all the blame.
Don’t live so long as I did,in fear and in shame.
Rise up and find that calm
In the eye of the storm…
On days like this
a new woman is born
