Like children’s gleaming tears in a bright sun
That can be dried respectful of the source
The points of light on holly leaves each shone
The pink horse chesnuts’ flowering has begun
May flows on to June as rivers course As children’s gleaming tears drop in the sun
Nothing human should be broken,shunned
Yet evil screams till its sharp voice is hoarse The points of light on holly leaves still shine
When we learn of genocide , it stuns
I was unborn, did not know of such force As children’s greying tears dropped under sun
Each child is God, yet such vile acts are done
Anne Frank ‘s haunting memories now cursed The points of light on holly leaves will wane
Where did our evil start,what makes it worse?
Unheld and hungry baby needing breast? Like children’s golden tears in a black sun The points of shame, the prickling leaves may win
Codswallop in batter with nude potatoes and peas Roast teeth and Yorkshire pudding with speaking broccoli Rascal’s Lamb with Hint Sauce Lasagne with chips,tea bread and butter thrown in. Corned beef smash and cabbage Beef stewed in Wales with French Bread and roast tomatoes
Pudding
Roly poly jam with steamed air. Lemons on mice. Oranges sliced and baked in a stone dish with marmite [You keep the dish] Full flat yoghurt with fruit of the day Christmas Cake pudding and bustards Minced lies and branded nutter
Constant rumination kills the soul Restrain your thinking and so become more whole I write the sentence down, just like I speak I find my native tongue lets symbols leak
My mind is like a small holed metal sieve I hope I shall be kind and will forgive What remains is worthy of a place As for my mistakes, I beg your grace
Some minds are deep,clear streams their thoughts like fish Other minds are tortured ,spin and crash Keep on swimming like the drowning frog He turned the milk to butter as he trod
Do not linger long on cruel thoughts Scruples come from Satan, he’s worth naught
When G-d came down , the rivers overflowed Great trees were floating ,angled and exposed The houses broke up like a loaf to crumbs The hearts of humans trembled till they hummed
The winds deceived, the gusts unmeasured stung The churchbells shuddered then untimely rang The power was cut and all our screens were dark Where were the rulers, where the saving Ark?
The women giving birth were paralysed The babies in the womb took ill and died Their cradles rocked the world, they swung so fast And in a moment all of life had passed
In the void, G-d started his new world Rich and strange, the grit and then the pearls
I have not seen forsythia glow so bright The flowers exult in yellow on the shed Even in the dark eve of the light
For many days my mind had been upset I did not know where I had lost my head I have not seen forsythia glow so bright
My eyes were focussed where our terrors bite Without love’s consolations in my bed Even in the darkening of the light
Barbaric words of humans sin incite As the Prophets sadly have long said I have not seen the sun glow quite so bright
The dirty look, the eye so sly, the night The terror in our dreams, the bloody heads Here they come, in darkness, in our flight
Come my dearest, take me as I’m read By words expressed, the dangers have now fled I have not seen forsythia glow so bright Now the darkness dances with the light
11 And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the Lord. And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake:
12 And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
13 And it was so, when Elijah heard it, that he wrapped his face in his mantle, and went out, and stood in the entering in of the cave. And, behold, there came a voice unto him, and said, What doest thou here, Elijah?
I don’t know if there are more incidents children being killed by their parents or step parents and I will look up the stitches but I feel that it’s happening more often in the last three years while we’ve had the pandemic possibly because children weren’t at school and it was easy to stop them being seen by teachers or social services.
The social services in particular need more money and more training today with the decline safety of children in their own homes
Mary stood at the bus stop in her chocolate wool winter coat which Stan had always loved very much. It hangs so well, he had told her. The optional imitation fur collar had been removed as she preferred natural garments made from wool with no ostentation.As a matter of fact, she has one of Stan’s woollen vests on under her gold silk top.Her hair fell in light blonde curls around her pensive face and her eyes looked as if she were seeing a mysterious vision of the Matterhorn in midwinter while on heroin. Suddenly she realised the bus was there and she put her card up to the machine before looking for a seat.The bus was rather full so she sat down next to a youth with an i phone hanging from his hand.Suddenly it rang.His chosen theme was, Please release me, sung by Tom Jones. Mary smiled as, if she were near Tom Jones she would need no invitation to free him.The youth began to speak rather louder than normal. Mary tried not listen but it was impossible.She was too hot as well.Wearing Stan’s vest was a mistake as the bus was overheated.She turned pink like a sunrise over ICI in Billingham for, perceive it or not, the pollution had a beautifying effect. I’m sorry I wore your vest, she told Stan. I should have given them away but I was trying to save money on heating.Still, I will be home soon.Oh,for some fresh tea. Where’s your microphone, the youth demanded in a light voice?It must be one of those new tiny ones, I guess A microphone? Mary said curiously. Yeah, he cried.I assume your phone is in your pocket. Actually, it’s in a pocket in my knickers, she informed him in a manner resembling that of a mildly dotty scientist.We used to wear these knickers in the gym at school. Did you not wear a top? he enquired, his eyes running over her hourglass figure like pure rainwater water falling off High Force in Teesdale. in a summer storm. Well.I didn’t have a bra until I got my grant to attend university,she told him sensitively. Well, that’s news to me,he said. So you had to wear a bra at University? That was before feminism,of course.Did you burn it later? Certainly not, said Mary.I’d been longing for one but my mother didn’t seem to notice my development which was her way of coping with adolescent girls.Of course others may have noticed but they were too nervous to tell Mother I needed any support.We were all so shy and afraid.Anyway be quiet now, I want to speak to my husband. Have you had your phone on all this time? he asked anxiously, worried about her bill. No, I don’t need it to talk to him, she responded. Why, where is he? the youth enquired sardonically. He’s on my knee, Mary informed him.In this bag.She pointed to her hessian shopping bag. I have just been to the Coop for him.I ought to have got a cab as he is quite heavy. Jesus Christ, cried the youth, hastily pressing the bell before leaping off the bus into a small pond that had been created b Hurricane Desmond.He swam away into the cold night. Well. that shut him up, Mary said to Stan. Mary, don’t become less gentle and kind, Stan said in her ear. I can’t be gentle now, she said.It’s a nasty tough world without you to help me and tell me what you think of Jeremy Corbyn.And do I need to have a roast dinner at Xmas or just some toad in the hole? I am sorry, sweetheart he murmured.Maybe you need assertiveness training. I’ll just get more aggressive, she replied.Micro-aggressive perhaps. You’ll need more than micro in this era, he continued.Mary forgot to get off the bus and found herself in the Leisure Centre by the River Tranter What about the river, Stan, she asked. Would you like me to throw you in .A policeman standing nearby ran over. Madam is it suicide or murder, he asked her awkwardly. No, it’s a life sentence, she said humorously as she put her hand up her skirt to get her phone. That’s a silly place to keep your phone he said. Anyway don’t call a cab, I can run you home in my car.Have you got any China tea? I could kill for a hot drink. I have some lapsang souchong, she told him.Do you fancy that? I do ,called Stan from the bag.The policeman passed out. I told you not to get a boyfriend yet, Stan continued to Mary. I’ll do whatever I feel like, she said rudely.I could use a comforting arm around me. Stan sobbed as only a holy soul can. She said, quickly Don’t worry.I’ll get Emile to sit on my knee.Goodbye, for now, darling. Goodbye whispered Stan faintly. Good bye…. goodbye….good bye…….
I wish we were on Sutton Bank again The Cleveland Hills with heather, home of bees We lay down in the heather in the sun
We hitched a lift, Osmotherley, a van Another day was Whitby and the sea I wish we were on Sutton Bank again
I wish that you were near, my loving one Your suffering face was very sad to see We lay in purple heather in the sun
What shall I do, what am I to become? I waken up too early, make my tea I wish we lay on Sutton Bank again
Our backs ,warm earth , our faces smiled as one The heather a warm bed, no shady tree We once lay in the heather in the sun
I miss your face, your eyes, their loving plea The sun above, the windswept leafless tree I wish we were on Sutton Bank again We‘d lay down in the heather but you’ve gone
In my dream, I gave birth to a child The doctor said that he would die quite soon My feelings overwhelming made me wild
The Nazi doctor threw him on a pile I lay there unmoving as I keened In my dream,I gave birth to a child
A week passed by,I knew that death beguiled Frozen lips made no sound, song or tune My feelings overwhelming made me wild
I had to rise and say my black goodbye. My baby with the others;horror loomed In my dream I gave birth to a child
I picked him up , when suddenly he smiled I held him to my breast, my songs I crooned My feelings overwhelming drove me wild
I had to carry him, the landscape gloom A desert grey aand rocky like some moon In my dream I gave birth to a child In terror I had walked yet love consoled
f you have some free time and if it is safe please volunteer to be friends someone in your area which I think you can do vua Age UK
But there I think there are different organizations which around these things and it’s very well worth it because it’s very rewarding to bring comfort to an old person who is probably feeling very lonely after the pandemic and spends a lot of their time alone. The time from 6:00 a.m. awakening to 9am breakfast is a long long time and if you don’t sleep well it’s much worse the nighttime can be frightening to but I think if people have had a visit in the daytime then the nights will be much better.
I miss your hand that used to hold my hand
I miss your eyes that used to smile at me
The needs of love don’t feel like a demand
I miss the hand that caressed my held hand
I miss your love and miss you as a friend.
When you gazed, your eyes lit what you’d see.
I miss the hand that used to warm my hand
I miss the eyes that used smile at me.
I miss your arms around me in the dark
I miss the morning when we rarely spoke
On Purbeck Hills, we heard the singing lark
I miss your arms around me in the park
Poole Harbour’s beauty was a living spark
Sharing silent glances as we walked
I miss your arms around me in the dark
I miss the mornings, though we rarely spoke
Silent sharing; company in love.
With strangers; oh,that manufactured talk.
To be silent; dome of sky above
To be silent; spaciousness of love.
Strangers, how their talk can jolt and shove
I held your hand; caressing as we walked
Silent caring; sympathy of love.
No stranger, blindly snatching in the dark.
She said I will lift up mine eyes to the hills. So I said can you carry a bit more than just your eyed
He did guide me to the right password once. I don’t know whether he was a shepherd
I don’t want goodness and kindness to follow me I want them to catch up with me.
If there ts nothing that you want it will be hard to buy you something appropriate for Christmas. I’ve got some very nice golden candlesticks. Would Jesus like those?
It would do the government good to walk by some restful waters. That means the English Channel is out.
I wouldn’t walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I would run. Why haven’t they built a bypass?
We have to live in the Lord’s House because it’s so hard to get mortgage now. I’m not sure whether the Lord would want us forever and ever. Not when he hears me humming all day long
it was Annie, Stan’s mistress when he was alive. Quite what her status was now is hard to imagine. However she remained on friendly terms with Mary and indeed had helped Mary a good deal while she was grieving,mainly by being present in an understanding manner not to mention making frequent cups of tea
I’m going to see the Pope in Rome Mary cried out
Are you being sarcastic, ironic, or have you gone mad? Annie replied
Well I was trying to be sarcastic but I am not very good at it yet but I hope to improve as time goes by because research shows being sarcastic improveyour creativity
But can you be sure which part of your life will become more creative Annie ask her thoughtfully
For example you might become more creative in the way you trying to attract men
Well that would not be difficult said Mary as I do nothing to try to attract them at the moment and on the other hand it could be rather time-consuming
Would it improve my ability to write in a creative manner or to be more creative in what I cook
I have no idea Annie told her. the only problem is is that if you practice on me it might affect our friendship
You are far too childish Mary told her. Is that sarcastic?
Tell me, the ex mistress of your ancient husband
What do you mean ancient he was only 23”
23 what? said Annie? Are we being sarcastic?
Well if we can’t know the answer then we are not being sarcastic because I am sure we would realise if we were
I am glad you can express yourself in such a brief manner
What have briefs got to do with it?
I just found a bag full of dry ones and I have been Folding them and putting them into the draw.er
Do you mean knickers?
Yes I do but I couldn’t remember the name
You’re pulling my leg
No I’m not I’m nowhere near your leg
Don’t tell me that you are not familiar with the expression meaning that you are joking
Why do you assume I am not familiar with anything?
I am giving you the benefit of the doubt
Doubt is a very dangerous State of Mind
Shall I wear the pink knickers or the blue ones I spend all morning trying to decide so it is best not to doubt anything but to believe that what you do must be correct and everybody else is wrong
That’s alright as long as you’re not stealing people’s husbands
If they can be stolen so easily what does that tell us about the state of the marriage? nothing nothing at all, men are so easily beguiled that is in the best of marriages they’re not be enough to keep them faithful for ever
Don’t be so horrible I was trying to be sarcastic Should it not come naturally like loving
What kind of loving do you mean?If you mean physical loving it doesn’t always come naturally to human beings’many couples go for help in having a baby and the doctor discovers but they didn’t realise what sex was
They thought by sleeping in the same bed the wife will get pregnant
It seems very hard to believe but compared to thinking about Donald Trump
and his lies it is nothing Shall I put the kettle on said Mary
That is sarcastic Annie said because you know that I always put it on when I am here it is more like dropping hints Mary cried All these things are very hard for scientists. you don’t solve mathematical problems by dropping a hint nor does anyone drop hints to you whereas in interpersonal relationships it is very important to be able to drop hintd and to be able to take hints when they’re dropped in front of you Mathematics and physics much easier than everyday life because they contain no sarcasm no irony and no hints whatsoever I wonder if Wittgenstein would agree with you>
as he is dead we cannot know
I was just being sarcastic that’s all!
It seems like that Mary and Annie are going to have to spend much longer practicing sarcasm before they were able to go outside and be sarcastic to neighbours or Friends
well Emile’s view is that he will not accept sarcasm from anybody
he will bite the hand that feeds and in necessary
because he knows that Mary will forgive him when he apologizes
On the other hand it will be easier if he didn’t bite anyone As God might be angry with Emile for being trying animal to live with
Hello Mary what are you doing today?
it was Annie, Stan’s mistress when he was alive. Quite what her status was now is hard to imagine. However she remained on friendly terms with Mary and indeed had helped Mary a good deal while she was grieving,mainly by being present in an understanding manner not to mention making frequent cup see if resumes of tea and putting out the washin
I’m going to see the Pope in Rome Mary cried out
Are you being sarcastic, ironic, or have you gone ma? Annie replied
Well I was trying to be sarcastic but I am not very good at it yet but I hope to improve as time goes by because research shows being sarcastic improveyour creativity
But can you be sure which part of your live will become more creative Annie ask her thoughtfully
For example you might become more creative in the way you trying to sttact
Well that would not be difficult said Mary as I do nothing to try to attract them at the moment and on the other hand it could be rather time-consuming
Would it improve my ability to write in a creative manner or to be more creative in what I cook
I have no idea Annie told her. the only problem is is that if you practice on me it might affect our friendship
You are far too childish Mary told her. Is that sarcastic?
Tell me, the ex mistress of your ancient husband
What do you mean ancient he was only 23”
23 what? said Annie? Are we being sarcastic?
Well if we can’t know the answer then we are not being sarcastic because I am sure we would realise if we were
I am glad you can express yourself in such a brief manner
What are briefs got to do with it?
I just found a bag full of dry ones and I have been Folding them and putting them into the draw.er
Do you mean knickers?
Yes I do but I couldn’t remember the name
You’re pulling my leg
No I’m not I’m nowhere near your leg
Don’t tell me that you are not familiar with the expression meaning that you are joking
Why do you assume I am not familiar with anything?
I am giving you the benefit of the doubt
Doubt is a very dangerous State of Mind
Shall I wear the pink knickers or the blue ones I spend all morning trying to decide so it is best not to doubt anything but to believe that what you do must be correct and everybody else is wrong
That’s alright as long as you’re not stealing people’s husbands
If they can be stolen so easily what does that tell us about the size of the marriage? nothing nothing at all, men are so easily beguiled that is in the best of marriages they’re not be enough to keep them faithful for ever
Don’t be so horrible I was trying to be sarcastic Should it not come naturally like loving
What kind of loving do you mean?If you mean physical loving it doesn’t always come naturally to human beings’many couples go for help in having a baby and the doctor discovers but they didn’t realise what sex was
They thought by sleeping in the same bed the wife will get pregnant
It seems very hard to believe but compared to thinking about Donald Trump
and his lies it is nothing Shall I put the kettle on said Mary
That is sarcastic Annie said because you know that I always put it on when I am here it is more like dropping hints Mary cried All these things are very hard for scientists. you don’t solve mathematical problems by dropping a hint nor does anyone drop hints to you whereas in interpersonal relationships it is very important to be able to drop hintd and to be able to take hints when they’re dropped in front of you Mathematics and physics much easier than everyday life because they contain no sarcasm no irony and no hints whatsoever I wonder if Wittgenstein would agree with you>
as he is dead we cannot know
I was just being sarcastic that’s all!
It seems like that Mary and Annie are going to have to spend much longer practicing sarcasm before they were able to go outside and be sarcastic to neighbours or Friends
well Emile’s view is that he will not accept sarcasm from anybody
he will bite the hand that feeds and in necessary
because he knows that Mary will forgive him when he apologizes
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On the other hand it will be easier if he didn’t bite anyone As God might be angry with Emile for being trying animal to live with
How my heart speaks 