The impaired keyboard  likes my voice I’ m told
I wonder if I ‘ll write an elegy.
It cannot see, but yet it is not cold

It’s not disabled,  keys look bright as gold
Maybe this will write a poem for me
The impaired keyboard  likes my voice I’ m told

As long ago the prophets had foretold
G-d likes Tablets, washed in the Red Sea
t cannot see,  so is the water cold?

I like on grassy slopes to lie and roll
Would a Tablet suit my malady
The impaired keyboard  likes my voice, you know

The keyboard fits my phone plugged in the wall
Is there  no  more help or remedy?
I cannot see, but yet I am not cold

I want a hybrid child  born out of me
The keyboard will fill in as family
The impaired keyboard  likes my voice I’ m told
We cannot see, but  neither are we cold

 

 

The house seems solid ,weight and gravitas
Wallpaper and pictures  of our choice
It is no stronger than a blade of grass

The  furniture is  mixed  but it will pass
As long as cats   don’t rip it with their claws
The house seems solid ,grams and gravitas

Gone the inkstand with the  heavy glass
Now we use  cheap biros, our envoys.
What is stronger than a blade of grass?

Who would now care if I cleaned the brass?
Women see the dust  ,does it annoy?
The house seems solid ,weight and gravitas

After I am dead, all this is trash
Noone wants to play with others’ toys
Love is stronger than a blade of grass.

I haunt my house, I never hear a voice
Except the television  I employ
The house seems solid ,weight and gravitas
It is no stronger than a blade of grass

He rang me up ,  oh what a diatribe
I am the monster dwelling in the deep
I feel lucky still to be alive

He raved,he ranted,  did  our worlds collide?
I am the evil witch , he gets the creeps
He rang me up ,  oh what a diatribe

I hope the Lord will not with him abide
I relive  the tumult  in my sleep
I feel lucky  that I am  alive.

I know I ought to take   him in my stride.
If only my  knee joints had never creaked.
He rang me up , what is a diatribe?

I went to Southport just to take a ride
Do the donkeys  on the sands still speak?
I feel  blessed  that I am  now alive.

I know many people that will  shriek
As we  rarely see a duck when we feel bleak
He rang me up ,  oh what a diatribe
I  think he has a  monkey in his mind

His voice caressed me as we sat alone
As tender as a dove, as felt as song
But he has gone and I ‘m inert as stone

His voice was mellow even when he phoned
Did I fail him,did I  do him wrong?
His voice caressed me as we sat alone

Sometimes I see his face , let out a moan
Where is he and where do I belong
For he has gone and I ‘m inert as stone

After him, I dwelled with the unknown
No voice, no word, no  greeting ,silence hung
His  memory  flutters   in my mind alone

If I did him wrong, may I atone?
May I confess my sin by writing  songs?
For he has gone and I ‘m inert as stone

Oh, you  angels, may I learn your tongue?
For  his love my little heart still longs
His voice caressed me as we  nestled close
But he has gone ,I wonder does he know?

 

 

Richard Zimler’s book are very fine
The Warsaw Anagarm, I love the best
I wish that we could meet to drink or dine

If my book were paper,I’d draw lines
Underneath  the sentences I’d rest
Richard Zimler’s book are very fine

Back  up North, we  ate our meal at noon
I don’t intend this sentence  as a test
I wish that we could meet to drink  good wine

Imagination, tenderness ,aligned
If only  men would kill each other less
Yet Richard Zimler’s book are very fine

The sorrow and the love, the feeling signs
My heart so moved ,I felt in in my breast
I wish that we could meet to drink  good wine

To lack of  feeling,I was once resigned
My heart blew open  when it was the time
Richard Zimler’s book are very fine
I wisht we  all could meet to drink or dine

 

 

Now every form of evil has been tried
What is left for humans to enact
Murder,torture,sadism suicide?

The bridegroom snatched away from his new bride
The pearls, the  bags, the rings of gold ransacked
Now every form of evil has been tried

The New Creation puffed up with faux pride
The orchestra with no-one to  conduct
Murder,torture,sadism suicide?

God aghast, again his  son has died
What should he do with Jesus’s effects?
Yes, every form of evil has been tried

What are we that peace  we so deride?
The lust and greed , the skins  so fine unpacked
Murder,torture,sadism suicide

The lamps were lit, the trains ran on their tracks
The spines were broken on the books.,the backs
More subtle forms of evil have been tried
Than murder,torture,sadism suicide.

 

Villanelles are   my addiction now
I write them every day,I think that’s clear
I’d like to change, the only question’s how?

Here I sit with furrows in my brow
Writing  down the words that are so dear
Villanelles are  my addiction now

Smoking cigarettes   upsets the cow
She’s  just like a wife, in love not fear
She’d like to change, the only question’s how

Drinking vodka costs  much more than tea
My  kidneys  do not like  the feel of beer
Villanelles are  my addiction now

LSD   makes all  the world look free
It is a lie, attempting mystery
We’d  like to change, the only question’s how?

I spend my time  like old men used to leer
Watching lovely people walking near
Villanelles  ,such dear addiction now
I  shall never change  nor have a row.

 

 

 

The ministry of truth   is growing strong
Wanting to  persuade us of their lies
Now they’re selling flags  so we’ll belong

 

See   the right  MPs  in  cruel gangs
They  do it all before our broken eyes
The ministry of truth   is very strong

Life’s not black and white nor right  nor wrong
We’re  all entitled to surmise
Now they’re selling flags  but who belongs?

It seems  they’d like all rapists to be hanged
This spectator sport  is on the rise
The ministry of truth  where  lies are strong

I pretend  the cat has got my tongue
I  hope in vain for someone who is wise
The Union Jack’s  provided by Hong Kong       

 

Is this the UK’s sorrowful demise?
See the eagles challenge  and surprise
The ministry of truth   is growing strong
Now they’re selling flags  and   growing fangs

They took my blood and ethnic group, they did.
My soul was skulking, knowing of the strains
If I have no visa,they’ll get mad

Reading my thick newspaper was sad
Seeing them deporting  love again
They took my blood ,my heart and I feel bad

Water has no salt whereas blood has
And losing it will cause a lot of pain
If we have no visas, oh dear God.

The water circulates; we’re almost dead
So when we’re shot  there’s no red blood to stain
They looked for  human souls and  then they bragged

The Jews,  the gays the helpless .felt cold dread
And who resists now Fascism rides again?
We  scream when we’re asleep,oh helpless God.

We invented torture,prison, shame
Were God here he’d hear the frightened groans
They took my ethnic group  and stole my blood
Now they call me ” other”,  ain’t life sad?

Boris is the Menace of the Hour
He’s like a nightmare  figure  in the dark
The Menace  to our status and our power

He has charisma, he is never dour
But would you like to meet him in the park?
Boris is the Menace of the Hour

I suspect  he’s after money,   gold  allures
Like   viagra it may make him spark
He’s a Menace  to our  worthiness and power

He’d   have watched Herr Hitler  painting flowers
Saying  killing Jews  was just  a lark
Boris is the Menace of the Hour

I wish I could have hit him with  my flour
I guess I feel frustrated   with the jerk
He’s a Menace  to our  our country and its power

Can’t the poorer people see    how Boris  fucks
Not   just women,  folk in low paid work
Boris is the Menace of the Hour
The Menace  to  this Kingdom  uninsured

 

How did Britain  breed such brilliant men
From Eton, Oxford, now they live still   fools
They  create big recessions with a pen

The new PM is of mixed  origin
He acts the clown, dictates  how  he will rule
How did Britain  breed such  cunning men?

Oh,Franco,Himmler,Hitler  gentlemen
They  soon drew in adherents,mean and cruel
They  created new illusions, who helped them?

We’re going down,   we’re Jews, we   know   that doom
Sure enough  men sell  the poor  tinned gruel
How did Britain  breed  these  family men?

Hear the cheers, it’s Camelot again
Johnsons,  Ben and Boris, aint’  it cool.
Boris   lifts  the Host, adore or ban

He is not  a King,  he lies with Pen
Viagra  should be banned  for such damn fools
How did we ever   breed  impotent men?

In the doorways homeless men may call
In  Christian churches,   boys are groomed and mauled
How did Britain  breed such   evil men
They’re nurtured in the House , that Satan’s Den

 

 

 

 

 

 

In my little garden dwell the snails
I love their patterned shells upon  the wall
Walking round I see their tiny trails

They  do not go to work nor ever fail
Unless I step unseeing as they crawl
In my little garden dwell the snails

Human beings hurt us by betrayal
Natural life gives comfort as we fall
Walking round I see their tiny trails

Petted cats can caterwaul or wail
But  men  may hit a woman and then maul
In my  shady garden dwell the snails

 

I wonder if they read the earth like braille
If they  are attacked,  they lose their all
Walking round I see their tiny trails

Build no  barbed wire fence nor a brick wall
Between  the human and the natural world
In our little gardens dwell the snails
Walking round  we see their  silver trails

 

How sweet it is when I m feeling ill
When I’ve been assaulted  verbally
To read the comments ,not just take a pill

I lie in bed, my duvet has a frill
i wish my cat and man were here by me
How sweet  my readers are   when I am ill

I see a stray black cat  on  window sill
When I go out =side this cat will flee
I read  your comments  love will cure ,not pill

As humans suffer in   this life ‘s cruel mills
The metal  grinds all down  beyond a plea
How kind  my readers are  when I am ill

 

I have climbed the mountains and the hills
In gratitude  I   write you poetry
I  prefer your comments to  the doctor’s pills

Our minds were given  us without a fee
All that’s best is  given  happily
How sweet it is when I m feeling ill
To read the comments ,not just  swallow pills

 

 

Feelings need geometry to form
Not to spill like water  from dropped glass
Feelings   running wild may do great harm

Yet inhibition,tense lacks any charm
Love and hate  need ritual,compass
Feelings need geometry to form

Ballerinas, skaters   melt their bones
They  move with ease the body, say the Mass
Feelings   running wild may do great harm

Will power  out of place  can cause alarm
Create tensions,  acts  so evil,crass
Feelings  by geometry inform

Restraint and sculpting, waiting  through impasse
Like  Jesus gives up all upon his Cross
Feelings   running wild may do great harm

 

Here we find the rhythm and the task
We feel the rawness; feel  the  utter risk
Feelings need geometry  and form
Feelings  like wild bulls   can do us   harm

 

In these dead leaves I slept alone and sad
I wandered as if searching for a child
But now the summer’s here to make us glad

Nothing’s static, be it good or bad
Some like cities some live in the wilds
Where in dead leaves I slept alone and sad

Like green leaves where sap  has turned to blood
The remnants of the  plants   lie waste, defiled
In  this erratic summer , heat and flood

The woods dry out, the cornfields turn to mud
Frogs are happy by the damp beguiled
I wandered by dry leaves , their message read

Who is British, who should be exiled?
Boris Johnson,PM,AM riled
In  this erratic Kingdom , heat and flood

Where did Mona Lisa find her smile?
Who paints in their dream  the image kind?
In these dead leaves I slept  forlorn and sad
But now the summer’s here  my heart beats  glad

I’m just  tap water in your little glass
I have no personal being of my own
I alter,am not fixed, I have no lust

In the air I see the dust motes dance
I am nothing , need no frame nor bone
I’m like the water in your little glass

I shall not  be hurt by avalanche
Neither will I suffer from your stones
I alter, am not fixed, I feel no lust

I have no solid shape but I am touched
By grief and joy and  memories of home
I am  the little river near the Pass

Unlike the Tees and Wear I never rush
Nor enter cold North Seas and turn to foam
I alter, am unfixed  and feel no lust

Within the empty mind  there  dwells  a  poem
Wordless and unformed and near to ruin
I’m just   clear water in  a handmade glass
I alter,am not fixed in form nor  class.

 

 

 

Now we live alone we cannot sulk
We can’t glower at the door mat  or the key
We can’t let out our feelings on impulse

I broke a bowl  and then I broke on bulk
I broke all the China,marriage free
Those who live alone  can rarely sulk

If we want more love, we can’t repulse
We affect chic ;we   fix our hair with glue
We  might let out some feelings on impulse

Why waste  our money,  are we still compelled
To wear silk stockings then catch Asian Flu?
Find a lover then you’ll  find  your sulks

The doctor said ” she’s dead,” I had no pulse
I heard that cat miaow ,How do you do?
Impulse hot, the  virtue  which propels

I paid the  price and then I paid the bills
My acts as ethical as you know who
If  we live alone  that’s why we sulk!

I sat here with these words and tried  a few
It’s like a jigsaw,  not like Su Doku
When we live alone we  need not sulk
We can  release our feelings , mea culp

The    glances we exchanged without a word
Sympathetic humour , sometimes hate
The understanding heart , the  mind  unblurred

The hidden world  which lovers  make and share
To be one whole unhinderd by   grim fate
The    glances are exchanged without a word

We sense a meaning, sense if others care
Feel the lost love and the husband late
The understanding heart , the  words unheard

Who can we trust to  view our feelings rare?
Who will open doors,  unbarr the gate
After   glances  flash and red eyes glare?

Did you ever marry, did you swear?
In sickness and in health   how did your mate?
His understanding heart   is  hidden  where?

Read between the lines and then translate
The culture and  its meanings delegate
The    glances we exchange  beyond all words
The understanding heart , affections shared