I looked round but the place was empty
No furniture,except the blue kitchen units
Nice, I thought just right for one
The black tiled floor gleamed in the dawn sunlight
But it doesn’t seem right
Where are our books?
I can’t remember the house
Is he there?
I have lost him
Misplaced him
He would never have left me
I can’t find his image in my mind
He has evaporated,the hot sun stole him
Not even a shadow remains.
What Loss
What disintegration
Where do I go from here?
More of a derrière
Scores to worry her.
Whores will ferry her
Stories to message her.
Victoria savaged where?
Dons to scarify
I hoard carriage bears
Lore of Lancashire
Core of austerity
Door of prosperity
Flora He married her
She was a bull terrier
That was the barrier.
It could have been eerier
Even hysteria.
Living in fear of her
I like blue wisteria
Not in the interior
How do you feel,wearier?
I saw Mother Superior
Many hands make sight work
I thought it was our eyes
Though it might work
Many women make tight work
My husband was puzzled by a Consultant Dermatologist
What was that she had on?
She wore a short dress that clung like a bathing suit except it had no crotch.Luckily she had white knickers
It would be cheaper to buy s bathing suit !
The wooden sides and base are worn to smooth
I stare into the river water soothes
London’s first clean water from far springs
Now your ashes mingle as birds sing
I cannot take them back,dissolved to mud.
Nor see your face again as a wife should
I let you go and set you free to fly
What kind of love is this that lets men die?
As you lay, your cubicle smelled sweet.
Peaceful as a heather moor retreat
The sun broke through the fuzzy clouds of grey
Boris Johnson’s fiddling in dismay
To be a Carer in a Nursing Home is not an unskilled job Although that’s the way it looks when they get the minimum wage of £9 per hour
The job entails relating to older people.cIt involves communication skills perception and judgment.
The right words may help someone through the day or night and let them telax
The wrong ones can be very harmful
I suppose it may force some to seek further education or training courses but why do we put our relatives into places where the immense burden of care is carried by people who do not seem to be highly valued and respected nor reasonably well paid.
In some places they get no sick pay Do they get holiday pay?
Think about it
A bride in the hand is worth two in the desert
A lie in the heart is worse than flu and bad weather.
A sigh never starts without sorrow unmeasured.
You keep loving folk now and I will love combined and everyone will feel all the rhymes
Autumn’s come .wild geese fly by
Autumn rust,red,gold,so gay.
Drystone walls edging fields,
Apples gathered,holly berries
Flash so brightly
Look like flowers
Sun shines sideways,shadows long
Of trees appear I dwell among
Woods of gentle beeches sing
Swaying with the side-ward wind.
See their roots, all intertwined.
Feel their geometry in the mind.
Look up now into the sky,
See the V formation high.
Geese fly home at end of day.
My heart is moved by patterned dance
In this peace and great silence
My mind widens, like the sky
And in this moment I could die,
So I would stay with this still vision
Of geese set out on autumn mission.
Snails in rain pools slither near
My feet upon the terrace here
And look,upon their whorled backs
All the sense of life is packed.
And yet so easily Life’s destroyed,
When blind foot steps into the void.
I have got the lines mixed up
I crossed the Pennine Hills as cold as glass
Not knowing of the death of Sylvia Plath,
Fall in love but do not lose your wits
Do not rush like swine into the muck
Find a truer path with love and luck
Time enough to wait till you are wed
Do no be in haste to go to bed
The Cuban Missile Crisis made us fear
The end of all the world was much too near.
Sylvia lost her life yet I am here
Her baby grabbed at women with long hair
All is fair in love with bores
On the stairs there is a door.
If you care,work’s not a chore.
Come I dare you to be clear
Where’s the pear,it is not here War
A traffic cone needs no gloss
A howling crone is a bad boss
A melodic poem utters the truth
A mobile phone needs you as boss
A calling card is an archaic proof
A falling brick can knock your hat off
Was it for this God died on a Cross?
Oh Jesus Christ what a great loss
Now the trees look blacker on the sky
No clouds pass and dead leaves glumly lie
A small bird chirps,an old cat potters by
In the house I hear a baby’s cry
All the natural world is brown today.
The sky is pale, the tree is dark again
Hardly moving in the breeze so light
Nothing seems to change,to bring us light
Send your son to Eton in a boat
The Thames is near and London feels remote
Let him be like Boris in his way
Telling lies while guzzling up his prey.
Women nuzzle on his obese form
Every day another one is born
The fees are high but that is no bad sign
Jesus went to heaven,malign rhyme
I can’t live without you any more
It’s lonely in the kitchen cold in bed
You left me with a hole inside my mind
I can’t fill the hole with books I’ve read
Come back to me,come back to me, come back.
It’s only your eyes looking that I lack
I think I hear the door close and the click
The cats purr on,the candle burns its wick
Now I walk on crutches since I fell
If this is heaven tell me what is hell?
If there are no beds you will be nursed in a chair Britain’s got hospital problems. Like no beds,no nurses,no ideas, Take me home, doctor.
There are not be enough young people here. Let them have babies
Volunteer to die for your country.Get double pneumonia and triple your chances
Learn to cheat death by being very healthy.Eat multi coloured food.See the good in every fling
I have no sins to confess this week .
That’s a lie.
How did you know? There then I can be absolved
I don’t feel like it
But that is wrong !
I had no sins to confess either
But I do now
How wicked
I am glad we sorted that out.
But am I absolved?
It’s unresolved.
The trèe gave up before the night began
As if on feeling there had been a ban
The sky was rosy beige but not enough
The artist had no interest in the brush
The shape is like a bow but long ànd thin
It don’t look like nobody can win.
Now the sky is putty like my Mac
The trees are falling over looking black
The sun ungracious took its fàce away
We will see no more of it todày
Our leader has abolished the rules for living with Covid So his pals may have parties every night,while the poor get poorer.Oh just like the old days at Oxford
The air is cold and blank,the sky is beige.
The wind has dropped,the birds seem disengaged.
This is the best , poetry I have ever read (the first too)
You should read poetry out loud ( is it wise for beginners?)
Suppose you can’t read?
Learn it from a tape.
Bad poetry is that which aspires to be what it can never be.
Imitation is good for learning
Oh no
I shuddered lowly as a blouse
That blew straight off the washing line
All at once I saw a mound
A coastline thick with knicker frills
A lid
One friend became an atheist till her grandson got cancer
Then she prayed
Let him get Better and I will start going to church again
Do we think God needs us to go to church?
He needs us to help the poor starving, suffering, lonely
Going to Church is for the Church
Power.
Did Jesus plan to build a Church?
It is ridiculous
What do you think of B.J ?
He is truly a man of the people.
Which people.?
He is very cunning
Like all snakes.
He went to Oxford..n
Anyone can go
How?
The train from Paddington
It seems expensive now
Its cheaper than paying fees.
Anything is.
Except buying a house!!
BJ is a disgrace to our country
Like Oswald Mosley wasn’t
I feel ashamed to be English
You aren’t English
What a relief.Maybe I can reclaim Denmark
Did God promise that to your ancestors?
No.
Why not
They worshipped boats
That was short sighted
They could not read or write
How ridiculous.Here even children can read and write
They talked instead.
How civilised
How gracious
How tenacious
How audacious
