The tears again

can see there is plenty of material here for me to write my next book:

Deceptive appearances and the fascination of apparent dullness.

Oh, that sounds very unusual.

Well, I’ve never believed in true dullness.There is always a story.

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See, I’ve just met you a man of 98 yet you have a wife, a mistress and a crazy cat.. and I’ve only been here for one day.Imagine 

what else I may discover here.

They heard a siren.

Oh, no!We’ve not even rung 999 and here is the ambulance….

Mary will be so angry.You see Dave is bisexual

My goodness, are you having an affair with him.

No way, shouted Stan.My life is tough enough already.He can be bisexual or even trisexual but I’m not interested.

What does trisexual mean, enquired Emile.

I have no idea but I thought it sounded good, admitted Stan.

Peter stood up.

I think I’d better go home and start to see my patients.

Now Emile, put your nerve somewhere safe.We don’t want you to lose it again.

Thank you, darling cried Emile.I think I’ve formed an erotic transference with you already.

Peter rushed out.

Is it me or is it them?he wondered.

I thought it would be quiet here on the edge of Knittingham but I think now wherever you are there will always be something unexpected happening.But I hope Emile will not begin to follow me around.I shall have to buy a lady cat and then Emile might fall in love with her instead.So off Peter went whistling a Bach cello suite and wondering how to cope with life in a suburb.. clearly it was not as dull as he had imagined.

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Try to be sarcastic once a day

Try to be sarcastic once a day.

Honest and truth have never paid.

Never tell your secrets to a fool.

Never tell your children they are fools

Never go along with any crowd

Get fatter so the wind can’t knock you down

Don’t tell other people they’re obese

Never start a war to ensure peace.

Build a wall in secret piece by peace

Singing still the ancient elegies.

Reverberations of the ancient elegies
The coffin carried by the four dark men
Agitate the mind with memory

He has gone and where will I soon be?
Am I to live and utilise my pen
Remembering all the ancient elegies?

I’d like to ask him what beauty he could see
Before he smiled and dropped his head again
Don’t agitate the mind with memory.

Hamlet asked, to be or not to be
But most go quietly when it is their turn
Singing still the ancient elegies.

Can we trust the darkness we perceive
Where god hides his greatest mystery, man
Don’t agitate the mind with memory.

Violently, with passion, the young burn
Then stone temples harden as they learn
Reverberations of the ancient elegies
Wound the human mind with memory

An unearthly glow

My face is pale,my hair is white as snow
In my eyes is an unearthly glow

I ate some salt beef and some bread today
I tried to write a poem very gay

The Government attracted scorn and blows
The wind is in the willows with Jon Snow

Israel is getting on my mind
The deaf can’t see and all rest are blind

Come to Gaza, on the beach we play
Some children just got shot, ought we to pray?

On mountains where the prophets heard the Lord
The vultures now await the battle scarred.

The United Nations cannot speak the Word
Apartheid makes me wonder who is scared.

Jesus was a man so we are told
God sent him here, we killed him feeling bold

Would you like Guernica again?
Say the word, we’ll kill for pay.Amen

In the deserts of the human heart
Are there wells where water can be bought?

From whom come our so called Human Rights?
And by the way, what of the children’s plight?

Would you take a break on the West Bank?
We have some Bedouin Tents,and many tanks

Jerusalem is holy, what a shock!
You can eat ice cream right on the Rock

Women cannot wail on that great Wall
They have no height, they need to grow more tall

Golden is the dome and bright the sun
Catch an “Arab” out and have some fun

If we did not believe there was a God
He’d go away and leave us just his rod

I hate her wooden coat hangers all cracked
Give me wire and let me be abstract

I found some shoes but they have dropped apart
Think of how that hurt my Bakewell tarts

The Sacred Whore, the Holy Demon’s plight
The Holy Ghost is not inclined to fight

I have a table here on which I paint
I look so pale, will I be forced to faint?

In the bitter depths of winter night
Boil the kettle, lose your human rights

If you feel depressed then eat our bread
It will remove the skull from off your head

Are you feeling lonesome in the crowd?
Buy our lipstick then men will be cowed

Did you think ceramic hobs were best?
Come to us and have your IQ blessed

I want a pan for halogen hot plates
I’d ask the cat but it’s out on a date

Does Confession really help the damned?
God have mercy as the Devil can’

Hearing his voice

Katherine 2012

I heard your voice outside the closed front door
I felt no shock or worry or surprise.
But there a man whose image is a blur
Handed me a box with friendly cry.

What part of me still waits for your return?
Why don’t I know you’re gone from this your home
What knowledge must my puzzled heart still learn?
Why do I get an urge to search and roam?

If we are conversations,as I read,
Then our exchange has ended with your death
And so I am not she with whom you laid
Nor she with whom you shared a common breath.

When deprived of hearing your response
I am not the self whom I was once.

Where is my skin?

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The sun shines in the places that haunt me
Not the cave of darkness and despair
His empty chair ,his love,my memory

What I was and who I soon shall be
How my little time on earth will fare
The sun peers into places that haunt me

The beauty of the dark red maple tree
He wished to have his ashes buried there
Oh, empty chair the kindest memory

Regardless, violent , flowers will love the bee
I watch them start their silent love affair
The sun shines in the places that haunt me

I weep into my android phone, it beeps
Feeling shocked, I gasp ,I need more air
Oh, startling phone , who filled your memory?

Oh, chance and fate,why blast my heart so bare?
Where is my skin, my boundary, the despair
The sun shines in the places that haunt me
His empty chair, the anguish, the repair

The patients’ association

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How we see the world | The Patients

Elderly people and the NHS

Patients Association has been receiving calls on our helpline from people wanting to talk about the dreadful, neglectful, demeaning, painful and sometimes downright cruel treatment their elderly relatives had experienced at the hands of NHS nurses,” she said. “These bad, cruel nurses may be – probably are – a tiny proportion of the nursing work force, but even if they are only one or 2% of the whole, they should be identified and struck off

The song of a tramp

Grandad’s Uncle who lost a hand and became a tramp [That’s what this government want the unemployed to do]


I lost my hand in an accident
Down in et old coal mine.
And now I can’t afford too eat.
They treat us poor like swine.

I wander round et roads and streets
Where us childer used to play.
And as I walk ahm wonderin’
Where I’ll get fed t’day.

Yet I know there’s magic for I saw
Ten thousand angels filled with joy
Their voices ,soft like molten gold,
Just as the Bible had foretold.

I saw three Shepherds cross our street
Though us folk have no flocks of sheep.
I saw three Magi comin’ here
They were stood right over there.
One had gold and one had myrrh,
Frankincense the third King bore.

As I’ve no job to tie me down
I followed them to Bethlehem town.
And in a manger lay the Christ,
As round the world,your rich men diced.

Mary touched my wounded soul.
Jesus’ life has made me whole
You see a tramp beg in your Malls,
You don’t see Jesus Christ at all.
Yet I, a tramp,a worthless man,
Have seen the heart of Bethlehem

What does it mean?

1. : mournful. especially : exaggeratedly or affectedly (see affected entry 2 sense 1a) mournful. dark, dramatic and lugubrious brooding V. S. Pritchett. the tour de force of lugubrious cliche is ten times longer than this review Martin Amis.27 May 2023

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Lugubrious Definition & Meaning – Merriam-Webster

Niceness is not kindness

Katherine

Niceness is not kindness it is fear.

Love is action, live and fully formed

Submission to another costs us dear.

Listen with your mind and not your ears

Write down the words as soon as they are born

Niceness is not kindness it is fear

Submission is a nightmare, horrors leer

Yet domination brings down vicious storms

Submission to another costs us dear.

Jesus on his crucifix was speared.

By the metal nails his hands were torn

Niceness is not kindness it, is fear.

Power is tempered by the holy fires.

As the sparrow floats by fields of corn

Submission to another costs us dear.

Can power and love be heated till they form

A metal never seen before the storm

Submission to another costs us dear

Niceness is not kindness though sincere

What is an aeroplane?

Katherine

An aeroplane is a flying bridge

An artificial bird

A whale of the air.

A defier of gravity.

A fierce angel

The saviour of the Yemeni Jews.

Incomparably inferior to the owl.

An energy addict.

The destroyer of the heavens.

The harbinger of nuclear war.

A schizoid dream.

A metal mother.

A defiant humans construction

People

Alfred wished his wife would make a cake.
He himself could neither boil nor bake.
Yet when Marie bought cakes in Marks
His eyes emitted orange sparks.
I saw their marriage was at risk
And so I undertook my task.
I bought a needle circular,
And now I knit round cakes for her.

Wilfred wanted clean sheets every night
Their laundry basket was a wearing sight
Yet when Annette rang the launderette
He swore right through the alphabet.
I thought that they might well split up
Then dear Annette would lose her grip.
I bought some lovely plastic sheets
And on his bed they look so neat.

Herbert like to use real handkerchiefs
And, fancy, he wore heavy cotton briefs.
When Mary Jane boiled all his stuff
He said his pants weren’t clean enough.
I thought their union’d perish soon
And she’d not find another groom.
I bought ten gross of paper pants
And now he feels quite exultant.

Gilbert liked his tea to be real hot
But one Sunday his troubled wife forgot
He screamed and yelled like an infant
His face was red and petulant
I thought Diane would strike him dead
And have nobody in her bed.
I bought ten insulated mugs,
A teapot, and by Jove they’re snug!

These little tales are meant to make you laugh
For I would rather read or draw a graph.
But if we do not help our friends
We’d go much further round the bend.
I don’t want you to suffer long
So I’ll come round and sing my songs.
I’ve got my handbag and my case
And now I’m coming ,full of grace.

My Sister Did Me Wrong in Secret. Should I Tell Her I Know?

https://www.nytimes.com/2022/06/28/magazine/secret-wronged-resentment-ethics.html

We’re entitled, absent special considerations, to feel and to express resentment when we are wronged. Indeed, you aren’t treating people as responsible for their acts if you don’t respond to them with the appropriate “reactive attitudes,” as the philosopher Peter Strawson called feelings like resentment. Your elder sisters, you note, grew up without the financial stability you enjoyed and experienced the kind of corporal punishment that was once the norm and that you were fortunately spared. Yet these historically commonplace circumstances aren’t known to turn people into devious schemers. So your resentment is merited. If your aim is simply, as we say, to get it off your chest, there’s no moral reason

Odd memories

Trolleybuses in Manchester - Wikipedia

From Wikipedia 

When I was about 3 years old,my parents took us to a park in another town
It was very pretty.Then we went to the bus stop to go home.
.I sat in the front seat and I think my brothers were further back along with my  parents
The bus drew up at the bottom of our street, and my dad was busy helping Mum
with  the push chair and my sister
.I just sat where I was.I saw them all  sstanding on the pavement
Suddenly just as the bus set off, they realised I was missing.I can remember seeing
Dad running after  the bus .I felt no emotion.
At the next bus stop,Dad got on and took me back to  the  family
I can’t   understand.Why did I not feel anxious? Did I want to get away
from them? Did they slap me in the park? It was very  common then to beat little
children but I didn’t feel distressed
I will never know why I did this.And Mum and Dad have died.
I can’t remember much from that time.We had no car so we often went to Parks on Sundays

Moses was an eruption

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Moses was an Eruption I hear.So he had to be kept warm in a basket.
Then Foureyes daughter let him gloat  down on the  River Nile…till a bull rushed him
He  was turned into a shrew and found God.. or God found him
But God would not let him find Galilee so he found Emilee ,Loelee and Phoeebilee instead.
He had many children such as Matthew,Hark,Look and Gone.They were all men and had more children with no wives. Adam did have Eve but  who did Cain and Abel marry? Eve?
Is this what Freud never realized… men used to marry their mothers and later their daughters who were also their sisters,Crikey,what a blunder
Blimey what is this Bible? Libel?
As we were taught in school Daniel lived with a lion and a lamb.I’m unsure if they had children…. it might explain a lot if they did.
And finally Solomon was very wise.It was easier then when there was no judge or jury to stop him cutting a baby in two… well, he was just pretending.
I say,the Shrews were very shrewd and clever.Like who told Adam and Eve what to do before Masters and Johnson wrote that book,Human Textual Despondency?
In any case Adam could not read.In fact they didn’t write either.And to think children here can write so young.Adam and Eve were a bit lacking but they have lots of family
Everybody on Earth… pity they are dead and can’t see us though God knows they’d be shocked if they saw our behaviour to our family

The police car outside

As Mary

ate her topside with green peas,she gazed out of the front window where a police car was parked.They had gone to speak to her neighbours.Her neighbours had 23
dogs and a dead cat .all in the back garden for recreation and making holes in fences or other places
When Mary had come home from the delightful dentist she had been attacked by 5 of the dogs on her own patio
who were bored with their own garden so has made a hole in the fence as was their wont.
She sat silentky her mind brooding about animals,and their force, as she ate the last roast potato and wondered if she had a pudding
Suddenly a cold wind seemed to blow across the room as Annie her delightful neighbour
had run in without closing the back door firmly
Hello dear.Put the kettle on for me, Mary ordered Annie
I am sorry,Annie said,I have lost weight but even so the kettle won’t fit me
Why do you take things so literally,Mary asked?
I am trying to be funny, Annie muttered indecisively, her blood red lipstick melting down her chin and dripping onto the floor
Good grief, what a mess,Mary said.Hang on, your lips are bleeding
I keep biting them,Annie revealed.
Why?
To stop myself screaming at those people with the dogs.What will you do?
Her mascara from Mix Vector in dark brown began to melt and created streaks across her rose beige moisturising foundation from Bess of Arden
Are you crying,Mary asked curiously
I must be.I have tears in my eyes.I am over-identifing with your feelings.
Empathy has its limits,Mary said sweetly>I phoned the police and they came here
They were amazed he has 23 dogs.They have gone to see him.
How can they afford to feed so many dogs?
Oh,I feel faint,ring 999
In ran Dave the bisexual, transvestment paramedic all dressed in tartan
Why are the police here, he asked anxiously
It’s about the dogs attacking Mary.
Shall I make some nice strong tea,Dave asked wisely
Good idea, said Annie
How is Emile taking this?
I’ve sent him to my sister’s for a break,But I miss him
Goodness me, what a terrible time you are having
They all went into the lounge and sat down on the grey high backed armchairs
Here is the tea,Dave cried as he put the tray down on a low table.Don’t let it go cold~
Shall I give them some cake, he asked Mary?
Why not, she answered.See what you can find
It is very hard if neighbours attack you,Why, I’ve even read about murders at times like this,Dave cried.
Let’s see how it goes,Mary said quietly.They are not fools
I hope you are right,Dave said wisely
Rolling Stones never get mopped
Evert cloud has a silver lining~
When glum ,keep mum
Ah
Amen

Can’t you just laugh It off?

Doctor,I think my husband has something wrong with him.
Thank God,I thought he was dead.
Doctor,I have a pain in my groan.
Oh,do stop moaning.
Doctor,my head feels strange.
Can’t you just laugh it off?
Doctor,why don’t you do give examinations to your patients
They have degrees already.
Doctor,where is the receptionist?
She’s at a reception.
Doctor,you look worn out.
I shall take two aspirin and see myself in the morning.
Doctor,I feel ok today.
I must find out for myself.
Doctor,my husband is in the waiting room.
I’ll feel him later.
Doctor,I told the priest you were the worst doctor in town
Well, how do the others do it?
Doctor,I can’t sit here all day.I have to go to work.
What is it you do?
I train crocodiles to become vegetarian.
How about men?
No,they are very hard to train
Doctor,you look pale.
It’s my white blood.
Doctor,what is my diagnosis?
It’s all Greek to me.