Why did God not give us all three eyes.
Two to use and one lest we go blind.
Whatever God may be that’s not his way
Loss and gain are how we grow each day
Joy and sorrow mingle like two streams
The living waters bring us all we need
Though our colours mingled, the earliest remain.
Two watercolor paintings without frames,
Became one picture over time,
Yet two of us still there.
Our colours blended naturally,
Now all the hues are shared.
I love your colours flowing into mine:
Together they have made a new design.
A Watercolor painted by the rain;
We shall go, but our Watercolor Love will still remain
What’s the point of talking to yourself.
If noone listens then go somewhere else
You must listen too or it’s not fair
Equal acts demand a proper share.
Giving and receiving balance well.
Else the talking takes us all to Hell.
Hell is other people Sartre said
Was he referring to his life in bed?
I would not consent to give myself
To a man without some inner wealth
I don’t mind the paucity of dress
Still a jacket must not me distress.
I’d like to steal one for the pocket space.
Women’s clothes are often a disgrace
Does your doctor make you feel so calm
Nothing people do will cause alarm?
Or does she make you fear that you will moan
When you feel the pain you want to groan
I have no love left in my heart today
and neither do I wish to talk or pray
for I am feeling psycho in my mood
So here I search and that’s the way I brewed
Soaking is a wasteful stupid act
Light rumination ,I think truly daft
Better far to cast the burden down
And go to see a film about a clown
Now I can’t unravel my own mind
Is God no longer able to design?
Proofs by Thomas did not enlighten me
I asked for help with this but I cannot see
At the very edge of human sight
Places we don’t go till in despair
Love is waiting like a golden light
The world in panic, will the virus bite?
Noone ever said this world is fair
At the very edge of human sight
Is there really danger of such might,
Where our hidden fears emerged dark ,bare
Love is fading where’s the sun, the light?
Panic like a virus can ignite
Responses that are worse than germs out there
At the very rim of human sight
Our defences that are usually adroit
Now lie like dead young soldiers unrepaired
Love is fading to a weaker light
The still,small voice is quieter than a bird
The storm is passing by, will it be heard?
At the very edge of human sight
Love is dying,looks like candlelight
Pay Father.
You are the penitent so should I pay?
I meant, Pray
I ate my packed lunch at 11am
Your sins are too dull .my child Have you no sins of humour?
What is a mortal sin? The opposite of an immortal sin.
Is that funny?
What is a venial sin?.It is a sin committed by snakes.
Do they choose to have venom?
Do we choose to have sex hormones ?
Do you have a firm purpose of amendment?
When I am elected President,yes
Scruples are a sin.If you did not aspire to be perfect you would not have àny.
God has not died.He has moved house.
My husband has a rubber face, He’s a member of the human race. Some men have faces fixed and set; My husband’s face is not like that. He imitates our politicians, Just like Rory Bremner can. Though he has no wig or hair piece, He can look like anyone. Some nights I waken for I'm laughing While I am quite sound asleep. I am dreaming of his mobile features, Contorted to a different shape. He is skilled at telling jokes. And he loves a good cartoon. If I am suffering flu type blueness He can get me well again. He has a rather noble visage. He gets attention he abhors. In the bar on King’s Cross Station— I was asked was he a Lord! He’s a Lord of Fun and Humour. He’s a Lord at Listening Well. He’s unique, but so are you, And all creatures that on earth do dwell
You won’t have to pay a heating bill when you are dead
The currency in heaven is love not power.
Shops are hot so take a folding chair and sit down to read the paper.
How does Hell stay hot?
Is it fair?
Once you go you can’t come back
So be patient and wise.Go to the library instead
Why not read pornography to get hotter?
It might be free!
Be like a child.Get a skipping rope.
Get some balls and crack your own nuts.Only if you have a cracker
Pretend it’s Nov 5th and have a bonfire.
Not wise if you have no yard or garden.
You can collect wood to burn or why not get rid of your furniture?
Get another cat and let them sleep with you.Mine woke me up milking my hair.
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Yiddish spoken here my love my dear
You must know I’m nearly always here
But human love cannot wipe out all fear
For fantasies of monsters with cruel leers
Simplify the structures of the world
Exonerate the leaders who have failed
Say it’s just the Jews who are to blame
Jesus was a Jew who called us home
Can any State succeed without the whole?
Can human love be bought by force alone?
Force destroys the trust of every soul.
Where is the answer, where the care that molds?
Yiddish was destroyed when noone spoke
In defence of Jews and other folk
For the Yiddish speakers met their death
Evil rose up with neglected breath
We must not read the News nor be distressed
Listen to the humble, then confess
The words don’t matter but the rhythm does
Verbal music gratifies the mind
Nonsense can be poetry and love
The sun is setting , where’s the turtle dove?
Music dances though it’s writ on lines
The words don’t matter but the rhythm does
I like Jabberwocky just because
It makes me learn the value of design
Nonsense can be poetry with love
Looking at the stars we see above
The moon is silver like a silent sigh
The words don’t matter but the meaning does
Now I eat my meal,I miss my dove
I hum and sing as I eat my pork pie
Nonsense can be poetry,my love
Bring the glasses, bring the oldest wine
All must share the music,it’s divine
The words don’t matter but the rhythm does
Nonsense is the poetry of love
I remember well the agony
My swollen feet as tortured as the Christ
How could I think well when this struck me?
The boss was never prone to Charity.
Unlike Jesus I would never rise
I remember well that agony
My mind was absent I could barely see.
I could not get away unless I died
How could I think well when this struck me?
I laughed when I read that all men are free.
They did not know that everyone will lie
I remember formless agony
I should have crawled away,I could not be
Why did I not find a better guide
How could I think well when this struck me?
How did I exist as murdered bride
The spear invisible in my own side.
I think that most good people would agree
The world was never made for folk like me
Do you have health issues.If your parents were poor you got a full grant.Then I could afford decent shoes and study in centrally heated library
If you hope to do this you may know that getting a grant big enough to live on is no longer possible
You even have to pay fees
However the library is still warm.
Or do a shameful deed and you will get a hot flush.
No it’s not just the menopause!
You eat more than one kind of cheese.
You eat the best bread in the shops
You have 2 pairs of shoes
You have eggs and bacon for breakfast
Each of the family has his own bedroom ( not under the stairs)
Your cat won’t catch mice as it is well fed by you.
You have a gaming computer
You take several holidays a year not including your garden or the park as holiday venues.
If you don’t agree be polite
Potato peel soup ghttps://www.cheapskatecook.com/potato-peel-soup/
This is a genuine recipe but how much food value does it have?
If you use milk as part of the liquid it helps even more
If you can afford cheese to grate over your soup it adds protein
On the other hand if you can afford milk and cheese and you have some pasta why not make
Macaroni Cheese
And just have potato peel soup for a lighter hot meal.
Can we use carrot peel?
Probably but I have not seen a recipe.
One of two. dies first the lucky one
The other dwells alone for love has gone
From tender arms her lover has been tirn
Yet from their love a spirit new is born
Emptiness is filled with painful grace.
God’s spirit holds the lost in her embrace
As it’s the mating season for alligators I have been wondering if they can murmur sweet things to each other
Then I wondered if they have ears!
We know about crocodile tears!
I used to love doctor Devine
Although he was then ninety nine.
But his stitches all burst
And what was much worse
His needles were not metal but pine
Winter weather, frost, grey sky,
See white geese and silver stars.
Two cooing doves with collars red,
Are watching out for seeded bread.
From the sun, low in the sky,
Light falls slantwise to my eyes.
Trees bud, though invisibly,
Nothing that our eyes can see.
Bulbs shoot up from dark cold soil
Where worms and beetles quietly toil.
We take for granted air and sky,
Love the birds we see fly by.
But who can love the worms and slugs
And those creatures we call bugs?
So in our dark cold winter time,
Praise these creatures in the grime.
Without these worms, our crops would die.
No cornfields for us to lie,
Amidst the poppies’ wild red blooms.
So we forget all winter’s gloom
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Praise the snails and bees and ants
For these and spiders, let’s give thanks.
As the lightness needs the dark,
From darkness come life-giving sparks.
Enrich darkness with our gifts.
Look not always to the swift.
Slow and patient like these worms,
Nature’s lowness is my theme
Sudely Castle has an air of grace
Katherine Parr dwelled there in love’s embrace
Thomas Seymour made her great with child
Thus well burdened Lady Seymour died.
How to kni
How to knit your first row
How to knit: You must have two large needles. You put one under each arm., So far I’ve not gone beyond that but it’s hard to keep them under my arms all day. I gather I need some wool. Is this what is known as “wool-gathering”?I buy some wool in the shop and come back.I have to “cast on” so that’s why men go boating so they can “cast off”…
To cast on you make a loop in the wool and slide it onto the needle. It’s easier using thick wool and thick needles. This loop is your first stitch. To make another, insert the right-hand needle into the loop, wrap the wool around it and pull it through the first loop then slide it onto the needle giving you two stitches. Repeat one hundred times and you now have your first row
Isn’t it hard explaining how to knit! It’s harder if you use sewing needles. think I’ll cook instead.
By the way, row is pronounced to rhyme with sewing. Otherwise, you’d be knitting your first argument and why would you do that?
By the flowerbed Dad and I would talk
In 1952 he still could walk
We spent the afternoon in Willows Park
At least there were some sparrows if not larks.
He wore a jacket made of thinning tweed
He felt cold in summer hence the need
He smoked cheap cigarettes I love their smell
Though they killed you Daddy I know well.
I did not understand that God was frail
I prayed for you but all to no avail.
The Jews in Auschwitz must have prayed at first
Then singing Kaddish stumbled to their deaths
God cannot be judged though humans can
Each Jew was a real person like I am
Every living person is another world
In its Imagination Europe failed
But could Daddy have been saved for ten more years?
Does even the best neighbour really care?
Few will help us mourn the ones we lost
Their feeble hearts just cannot bear the cost
Am I a saint myself for I am frail
Hiding from the lightning and the hail
Well I’m sorry you have cancer but look on the bright side
Your weight is ideal now
For what?
I see you have got thinner.How did you manage it?
I had a nervous breakdown.
So it did you a favour.you will live longer
Unless you get run over by a car container.
Your train crashes
A burglar attacks you
You go for a walk on the M25
You ride a bike down the North Circular midday
You get a gas leak at night
Your toddler gets hold of the Carving knife.
You date psychopaths
You are homeless
You are too poor to eat well.
You have been entertaining suicidal thoughts
You die rescuing a child from
a burning house
You are hit by slates from a roof in a storm worse than any since 1987
Oh come you to hell
What the Spock are you doing?
My life was full of executions
Stop making dolls cookies
I don’t have a doll
Well prove it.
I need axioms
Let Axi keep his and tell me yours
I don’t blunderstand any more
Go our and look for the lists
What lists?
The catalysts
Don’t bring that. muddy cat into it.
Where were we?
In Florence
Why?
We fell out in Rome.
That’s no surprise
You are too fooled for tea
So how about a Sandwich
No I want a Dover soul
Oh, clock
What the shell do you preen?
Oh well dog ram it again
This is an oral exam you fluddy butt base
Don’t talk to me like that
Like what, you moonatic
Stop inventing words
Why you Rupert ban?
I love your hauteur
Where the gel is that.?
Up skewers
I hate you, cow.
I am consulted
I won’t pray a few
You are so mean it’s hard to prescribe
Be off you friend.Go blot up hell
Stan fell asleep in front of the roaring fire.Emile lay across his lap.Emile was so limp he looked like a wet towel slung casually over the old man’s knees.It was Stan’s birthday but no party had been arranged.He was struck that Mary had not baked a cake..nor even bought one at the Co-op.
That was no surprise really as he did all the cooking including Bakewell tarts and Xmas cake,He was a versatile man who could also mend old radios and fix clocks that were stuck one time….usually the wrong one!
He also spent quite a lot of time giving statistics lessons to pensioners and kissing his blonde mistress,Anne who lived next door.
He decided that being so near her was a big advantage given his age.
Suddenly he was awakened by chuckles and giggles,There were Mary and Anne holding a big iced cake and a pot of tea.The doorbell rang and in came all Stan’s friends from his Art class.Mary produced sandwiches and pork pies,sausage rolls and potato cakes.
How did you do this,he enquired dazedly?
We did it all in Anne’s oven.She has two so it was quite easy.
Mary was not jealous of Anne for Mary would rather read Principia Mathematica than go to bed with Stan.Apparently she was mildly autistic but she was happy doing maths as many of her co-workers had the same syndrome.
She did have one daughter whom she found hidden in a gooseberry bush in the garden.This was enough for Stan as he was 92.But luckily he did have a good gold plated pension of £390.09 per month.
Everyone was having a fabulous time until Anne tried to light the candles on the cake.No matches could be found.
Ring 999,Stan called childishly.Mary obeyed and soon the ambulance drew up.
In ran Dave the trisexual paramedic.
Is it your chair? he enquired wildly.
No,it’s this cake.We can’t light the candles on it.Shall we douse it in petrol? We have a jerry can full of it in the spare room.
That is very dangerous,he shouted.
Well,we are old now and need the car badly.Risk assessment gave us evens on the odds.
Dave produced a silver lighter and lit the candles.Then he conducted them all as they sang,
”Happy Birthday” to Stan.Stan managed to blow out 90 candles before passing out on the rug.
Well,at least he didn’t break the chair,Mary said philosophically.
I wish he had,said Dave. I’ve got some superglue here.
Well,we do have a wardrobe that’s falling apart.would you like to mend it?
Sure ,he replied gratefully.This is why we have the NHS!
We are here for you 24/7
Or come to A and E if you get a mouth ulcer or a cold sore.No problem is too small!
Stan came to on the rug with Emile beside him.He gazed deeply into the cat’s green eyes.
I think I’ve fallen in love with you,he informed the Emile.
Will you sleep with me and let Mary have your basket.
Are we engaged,said Emile.
Definitely,said Stan.I’ll get you a golden collar with diamonds on it.
When shall we be married?
As soon as it’s legal,Stan answered honestly.
In the meantime,we’ll have to live in sin.
Then he fell asleep again with Emile in his arms.
What a lovely picture, cried the ladies.
Look at this.What a happy sight.
What love,what devotion.
How strange,what a commotion.
They’re in love,what emotion.
Don’t tell the Pope,we need caution
How to open boxes when your fingers are weak
How to read letters when your eyes can’t focus at any distance
How to apologise for actions you could not help
How not to scream in the night when you don’t remember who you are or where
How to sleep alone when the cat dies and you can’t walk a dog or even walk at all
How to decide whether to tell anybody these things
Or whether they’re better off without knowing
Or even without you
And you have no gun anyway
You don’t even know how to load one.
Then the sun shines early in the morning
The birds sing with pure amazement
And then you start singing too
In a squeaky voice
And the handyman grins
And everything is alright, really
In some fundamental sense
As it always was
But you didn’t register it
You buy some tools for the disabled
And a stand for the kettle
A radio for the demented
Just to keep ahead of the game
We spend 6 months of our life
Looking for lost items
Give everything away
If anyone wants it.
Resign yourself to loss
Feel good with emptiness
And let the light shine in
Say hello to someone
Or pray .
Its a one way journey every day
We are actors in an unknown play
How shall we find our words what shall we say?
What will follow death our certain fate?
I run ahead not wishing to be late
Yet agitation is no friend to man
Take this life as slowly as you can
See azaleas, smell the perfumed air
Take off your clothes.it’s better to be bare,
How my heart speaks 