Oh doctor I am suffering pain
How can I relax my brain?
It’s not a muscle so I read
While I lay down on the bed
Hubert Benson wrote some books
I might find one if i look
He tells muscles to let go
Tension make us full of woe
How to calm your mind and heart
When so called friends have
made you smart
Take a bath in scented water
Seek for people full of
laughter
Eat good meals and feed the cat
Just wait here I have to stop
Every Time I see a four letter word I add another letter
Oh,fluck the Men are here where is my frock?
Oh fluck, why not shriek English
What creap for dinnrr
He writes too much cramp for me
You tweat, you broke my heart
You twist my swords
What shirt you speak at home
You are shifty
Blondy hell,Africa is me
I am damed if I will swear
Where did the count go ?
What count?
The beast one.
You are e-vile
You are e-book
How can I love a man with rough white beard
Unless He lets me trim it with my shears
My own body hair has disappeared
Though on my chin two hairs appear
Neither màle nor female we shed years
No-one loves the old nor dries their tears
Their skin flakes off their ears can’t hear
Their eyes have shrunk they seem to leer
Forgive us Lord and help us steer
For in the darkest places you are near
The demented people cry like dark wild wolves
Eery as a shark might be in Hull
When the Humber Ferry is half full
A shark slides on and makes the vessel bulge
It’s very cold in winter on that sea
So much water bythere and yet no tea.
Demented by the worry of misrule
Every Briton now asks for more gruel
I will take everything personally
I will interpret all events in the worst way
I will never look on the. bright side
I will show the doctors I know more than they do.
I will refuse to wear backless gowns for procedures on my front.And vice versa.
I will prove stronger than most anaesthesics but feel no pain
I will likely see hallucinations and become crazy but only for an hour at most
I will recover faster than the speed of light
Why should a carer paid so little care?
They can be as wicked. as they dare.
Would you volunteer to clean our bums
No longer babes the future is to no fun
I forged my life myself and I was sent down
With sentences and bags of verbs and nouns.
Thus it was I found my study brown
I dwelt inside,my forgery was renowned
Mary decided to phone the Samaritans as she got very depressed reading the News
She rang 116123
Eventually a voice said
What can I do for you ?
Mary cried: probably nothing
She hung up
Emile was añgry
I wanted to hear you talking about your problems
he mewed.
Well I may tell you later.Mary murmured blushing.
And so are all of us.
I have no sense of humour left tonight
My candle s going out where is the light ?
I hate the human race, they like to fight
God is not be amused but will he bite ?
It’s better to paint your house the colour of the trees than to paint the trees to match your house
Katherine
If I forged myself I am not true
I am someone noone ever knew it
Or am I copied from a famous man
Giving him a bosom of some span
Do not confuse with your art and craft
In the corner angels often laugh
I see the bunched carnations floating by
Lost love turns dark and suffers its own night
The screen turnss pink as
Sunset comes again
No need for çlocks,no thinking
in dark rain
The air is sweet the grass as pure as rain
The Tower of London bloody past, the deaths, the pain
God can’t exist, the murder tree still reigns
Though children play in dusty little lanes
Where Christ is ringed by fire, the end of time
And fools paint pictures though we have no frames.
The lines of stone protrude from a green lawn
Marking where the Abbey Walls once stood
Near the grave of Harold black rooks caw
Giving me çold shivers in my blood
The river cannot change its path again
Its ancient waters soaked up all the rain
An icy glacier chiselled through hard rock
Leaving Epping Forest on the top.
Now we find the bodies of the dead
Murder victims, kidnapped as they fled
Women cooked the dinner,fed the child
With the wolves and foxes to abide
The husband who was wealthy should have paid.
Though wives are not unique in any way.
Why not live as if life matters ?
Then it is will become real
As the cat licks up by the batter
And the lovers turn the wheel
Ellipses like squashed circles
make me smile
But what about hyperbolas ?
No comedy there.
Do not read my novels I demand .
I’d like to write my own on Southport Sands.
I have a plot that came in a bad dream
So I have got some good from all my screams.
The river full of Ducks has been and gone
They made a narrow car park thereupon
Numerous cars and cabs block out the sun
No more breeding birds allowed
Their fun
NoteI like the idea that we are healed when we see ourselves truthfully
I think it’s odd that we pay psychotherapists to tell us our defence mechanisms and self deceits,but we don’t like it when friends point them out,free,without charge.I find religious imagery is useful to a poet as a metaphor
Poem
God’s Son was here on earth.
A young girl gave Him birth.
His words remind us of our worth,
Give hope of heavenly mirth.
He brought the gifts of love-
To cure our bad eyesight.
But we don’t want to see,
To have the painfulness of light.
We love our flaws without knowing,
Even when the effects are growing.
We rage when someone points them out,
We’d rather stay in dark and doubt.
Than have our weakness showing
But when you seek advice
From someone kind and true,
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In summertime, our love is peaceful,
like murmuring daisies floating in the soft breeze.
above our faces,tickling us in playful gestures
In wintertime, our love is warmer—
it walks from bath to bed each night
wrapped and rosy
after a day in heavy,hampering clothes
If skies are blue, our love is out of doors
— two people travelling in the sun to an unknown place,
unafraid and filled with joyful hope
If thunder rolls
our love is moody,
a refuge from the skulking rain and hail.
The lightning flirts across our faces.
Reminding of darkness and fear
Lear
Faustus
When spring flowers bloom,
snowdrops unrolled
bluebells dangling by the stream
and the celandine
our love is soft,
like quiet curved petals on the crocus.
When the autumn leaves down fall,
our love is deeper and we…
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Heavy rain has made the river full
It overflows its banks, goes where be it will
From higher Epping rivulets descend
The great trees shed loose leaves as down trunks bend
The birds are silent,hoping for some sun
The people wander weeping like old men
Tears like melting hailstones wet my face
Round the ancient bridges children race.
On Sunday evening not unaware that I had had trouble with the catheter in my bladder, the carers placed the urine bag near the end if my bed,put a pillow on top.Then my feet were on top of the pillow.Was it Unconscious work ?
So my bladder became painfully full.
On being questioned,they said it was not deliberate.
Well they could have fooled me
If they had baked a cake would they say they didn’t mean to?
Do we believe their claim/?
Follow their behaviour here though no names will be made public.
I don’t. know the names yet.
There is low level sadism around alas
