We need light at night

She was ace from the face

You are a surprise to my eyes

His kiss went through her like a drawing pin pushed into a cork notice board didn’t.

The wedding ring was a safety pin restyled by a Tiger’s jaw

Her sewing looked like she used a nappy pin for speed.

His nails felt like horns from a beetle tickling her skin.

His embrace was as fierce as a moth’s eye looking at cashmere.

But not tested by human hand

Her nails shone like fake pearls in moonlight on the beach in Morecambe.

Feed those in need.

Creeds don’t need bleeds

No execution, no sacred

pollution.

No death penalty no Royalty.

No greed I plead.

A question of attention.

A suggestion for your pension.

Let your lips meet gently,

the top one resting against the lower,

touching with tenderness

your own skin to skin.

Forefinger propped on chin,

I let the others dangle,

like leaves on a branch;

how softly gravity tugs them downwards.

Let heart beat quietly,slowly

as the blood circulates

carrying its music,

a river,

following the path of least resistance.

How the blood vessels receive willingly this flow,

touching it kindly as with tiny open fingers,

helping and being helped.

How the hair on the head

floats

on the breeze,

like tentacles of an octopus

waving goodbye.

Top eyelid loves the lower one;

as we blink they touch

like lovers kissing swiftly

behind a tree.

and how the light comes in

we see a world.

[mine may not be yours,]

but the blink of my eyelid

sends waves through the air,

so we’re all touching and being touched,

lips kissing each other,

kiss all living creatures.

skin to skin.

air to air.

And inside us,the rich darkness

of creative night

transforms,in turn,

these touches

into dreams.

Neither hurry nor flurry

Don’t retaliate, don’t hate

Go with the flow, slow l

Beauty no vanity

Mental illness go pill less

Houseman rhymed in line

Stilled deep, go to sleep

Feed the cat, come back.

ln a part? Act with heart

Go slow, lighten the blow

Fast is worse,teach the nurse.

when in doubt do nowt

Do not post as a boast

Do not lie about my pie

Do not count till the month is out

Do not weep when my buzzer bleeps

Do no harm,try to keep calm

Don’t grease my palm, massage me with balm

Evade no eyes, stop telling

lies

Don’t expect jam to be made from spam

Look for the lesson,L count your blessings

Life is brief, do not seethe

I walked on sinking sands last night

I nearly lost my way

The sand was strong and sucked at me

I was afraid to stay

Morecambe Bay a stunning sight

You can take a guided walk

From the South to Cartmel Cark

But don’t go in the dark

What seems wondrous to admire

Kills anyone who errs.

It’s not made for our delight

Like the shark or polar bear.

We are pulled to risky walks

Climbing Hills,ignoring parks

I don’t need to know about the crow.

I have heard the blackbird.

In a cabin with my Robin

In the bush I saw a thrush

Off Mull with a gull

I can howl with an owl

Don’t give an inch to a greenfinch.

The sun is bright,the branches have dark sides

Extreme light takes blackness as its guide

There was a young woman from York.

Who did not speak English but barked

When I asked her why

She started to cry

I joked, can’t you stop or at least get an Ark?

There was an old lady from Nairn

Who loved to lie down amidst

ferns

Until she lay on a thistle

Her words made dogs whistle

This is quite common we learn.

If you enjoy my writing you will like my book

The branches show a creamy grey today.

Unmoved by birds or wind, no feel of play

I lost my nationality by speaking Anglo Saxon

They are sending me back to Germany

I can just imagine sending the Germans to live behind a Wall again.

But did God promise Saxony to my ancestors for ever?

If so, they kept no written account They could not write

But even children write in the UK

I have lost my passport on the road

Jesus took it off me for the code

I’m a spy but I am pure as snow

Don’t tell Boris.he is keeping low.

Barbed wire hair and stunning metal eyes

Don’t stare at me lest something in you die.

Made to last,oh Venom be you mine.

I’ll poison snakes and make them more unkind.

Who is native to olde England ?

The Celts were pushed far westward or were banned.

The ancient Britons vanished,so we understand

No doubt  killed by sword or kill ed by hand

So who was left alive to procreate?

The fearsome Vikings standing by the gate?

The Spanish sailors wrecked and full of hate.

The Normans came with a weak claim to state

And many refugees who tempted fate.

So do not show your cruel face or your rage.

Who are we to put men in a cage ?

An NHS doctor who was found by a court to have poisoned three people, killing one of them, has been suspended from practising medicine in the UK by the General Medical

Surely this doctor is no good if he can’t even poison people

The Holly tree is home to many birds

The prickly leaves uts enemies. deter

I lost my oyster card then they said noone with my name was British.

What is your name ?

Siobhan Free Ireland Now

Well it seems you must be Irish

How did you guess!

I am clever

That’s an odd name.

I lost my nationality fot saying

Roman Catholic is not an Ethnic gtoup

I lost mine as I have no passport nor driving license.

But licentiousness is condemned in the Bible.And foreign travel caused the pandemic.

You can’t win unless you are the wife of Boris Johnson.

When love is nothing but a word,
When our deep feelings can’t be shared.
When joy and woe unwoven lie
When we can’t speak, except to sigh…..

When we are lost behind the glass,
When burdened feelings never pass,
When noone is a trusted friend
When we are scared but cannot bend.

When love embodied goes away
When we are numbed but cannot say.
When we are rigid with the strain.
When life has little but such pain

We suffer as our will has gone
And we’ve no task to lure us on.
We need to know we’re not alone
That love can penetrate a stone.

That like the Christ we rise to life
When we endure with will its strife.
When we accept that all is lost,
But wish to live despite the cost.

Then we are saved as are the flowers
Which decorate the fields and bowers
Though all shall crumble into dust,
While we’re alive we’ll slake our lust.

She sat down for so long her circulation stopped
Diagnosis: Died of ignorance

Her hair was so thin she was ashamed to go out
Died of social anxiety, late onset

She was very plain but didn’t know until she saw herself in the mirror
Diagnosis :Shock made her heart spasm.
Died of fear and rage.

She ate a large plateful of steak pie and chips
Then ate a meringue
Died of indigestion and stupidity or both

Her husband hit her with the frying pan
Died because the pan was cast iron.
Death was not intended nor expected
Verdict :Suicide as he had hit her so many times, she could have left

Note: Cast iron may cook well but it is dangerous when you throw it across the room