When true love’s gone

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When true love's gone and doom hangs over head
When life runs like a river to the sea
Then shall I take new lovers to my bed
And with their carnal touch consoled be?



When  lovers lie and break my woman's heart.
When life seems grey and rocks bestrew my path.
Then, shall I my life of evil start
And on the world shall I bestow my wrath?


When my love lies and wrecked all loyalty.
When puzzlement makes all the world seem mad.
Then I shall upend causality
And let myself do deeds which make me glad.

I have the fruits of love within my heart.

Sorrow will not tear me into parts

Sestina – Sestina Poem by Elizabeth Bishop

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sestina/

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September rain falls on the house.
In the failing light, the old grandmother
sits in the kitchen with the child
beside the Little Marvel Stove,
reading the jokes from the almanac,
laughing and talking to hide her tears.

She thinks that her equinoctial tears
and the rain that beats on the roof of the house
were both foretold by the almanac,
but only known to a grandmother.
The iron kettle sings on the stove.
She cuts some bread and says to the child,

It’s time for tea now; but the child
is watching the teakettle’s small hard tears

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Sestina | Poetry Foundation

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/sestina

A complex French verse form, usually unrhymed, consisting of six stanzas of six lines each and a three-line envoy. The end words of the first stanza are repeated in a different order as end words in each of the subsequent five stanzas; the closing envoy contains all six words, two per line, placed in the middle and at the end of the three lines. The patterns of word repetition are as follows, with each number representing the final word of a line, and each row of numbers representing a stanza:

    

Sate worms’ lust

Like a tree that’s pulled up by the roots

I have some signs of life yet I am doomed

When disconnected from the fertile earth

A tree will slowly die and lose its worth

So it is with people just as well

Some may look alive but who can tell?

When your loved one dies you’re ripped apart.

A tree uprooted crushed and given no thought.

Yet in the end a tree will turn to dust.

Earth to earth and ashes sate worms’ lust’

Does a thing destroyed enrich the earth?

From its ash a brave new tree is birthed

Eternal circles from our death and life

The weapon is the man, the earth the wife

Parts of London

Chingford I don’t know where the river Ching is.

Woodford it’s further East than Chingford they both of them are are near Epping Forest

Dartford. It seems unlikely that the ford was on the River Thames so I guess there is a River Dart.

Fords and bridges are very important in urban areas particularly

Wood Green it’s not what it sounds like unless you go to Alexander palace.

Southgate. Once there was a gates for Enfield Chace a wooded area where King Henry the 8th used to hunt. What were they really hunting for?

Oakwood. Well that is perfectly obvious.

Cockfosters. This is not very obvious. Were there foster homes for lonely cocks?

Potters Bar.. it might be a public house

Essex

the flat wide green of Essex seem so large

then Epping Forest thickens by its side

filled with diverse birds the tree tops stir

Waving in the wind which they defy

the flat land is for farmers and for hares

In the autumn fires throw flames up high.

It seems the Earth is burning where we lay

our bodies and our love sigh into air

Lambeth where sheep may safely graze

Ealing. for miracles
Lambeth where sheep may safely graze
Southwark… just  part of the Ark
Brent….a bit like a bloody stent.
Neasden….. on the NHS?
Richmond and body
Highgate… is there a stile?
Haringey…….am I deaf?
Waltham Forest… … all the trees gone West
Epping Forest… a new swear word.You  epping idiot.
Waltham Abbey as left by Henry V111th.
Barnet…….oh. darn it!
Boreham Wood… no need to be offensive.
Bushey…. well once.
Watford…. all these epping rivers.How about a bridge or two?
Stoke by Nayland…… or in Nayland  or smoke outside Nayland
Constable.. don’t arrest me,I am innocent of that murder
Essex….aye sex! Who needs Freud?
Cheshunt… what is a Ches?
Broxbourne….. any bourne for me and my broxen

5 Signs of ‘Worry Burnout’

https://www.nytimes.com/2021/12/16/well/worry-burnout-covid.html

Grappling with that incessant uncertainty makes us wonder, consciously or subconsciously, what the point of caring is and why we should bother paying attention to the news at all. This emotional numbing has also appeared in victims of natural disasters and in health care workers.

The mystery

About the golden light what can I say

Love is near and we don’t need to pray

Enter into darkness without fear

Another hand will  guide help us steer

I had lost my faith I was berefr

I could not speak, and sinking was my raft

Then the soft bright cloud embraced me whole.

I felt a presence and I saw the light

Why should I be helped when many die?

The mysterious hand of God, the soul destroyed