The river

The river cannot change its path again

Its ancient waters soaked up all the rain

An icy glacier chiselled through hard rock

Leaving Epping Forest on the top.

Now we find the bodies of the dead

Murder victims, kidnapped as they fled

Women cooked the dinner,fed the child

With the wolves and foxes to abide

The husband who was wealthy should have paid.

Though wives are not unique in any way.

My novel

Do not read my novels I demand .

I’d like to write my own on Southport Sands.

I have a plot that came in a bad dream

So I have got some good from all my screams.

Would I were

I wish I were a wild wild goose

And I could fly and seek

Looking for my lost lost love .

With eyes that cannot weep.

What is my life when I love none

And noone loveth me

When all are fled when all are gone

Take me to the sea

I saw the hills I saw the lakes

I saw the mighty ocean

What is beauty what is joy

When my true love is broken

I peck my breast I shed my blood

The pure white goose would die

Take me to the cold. cold earth

Under a cruel white sky

Goose

Disoriented, lost,the wild goose flew

Seeking for its mate which lately died.

As if it never saw ànd never knew

The mourning song of doves is not a lie

So birds and other creatures share our pain

Hoping that the lost will soon return

Yet this is final, none will come again.

Unless we day dream, till we lose our way

Believing our own fantasies, we pay

And so our heart will freeze or it will burn.

The looking glass is truth

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I like the idea that we are healed when we see ourselves truthfully

I think it’s odd that we pay psychotherapists to tell us our defence mechanisms and self deceits,but we don’t like it when friends point them out,free,without charge.I find religious imagery is     useful to a poet as a metaphor

Poem

God’s Son was here on earth.

A  young girl gave Him birth.

His words remind us of our worth,

Give hope of heavenly mirth.

He brought the gifts of love-

To cure our bad eyesight.

But we don’t want to see,

To have the painfulness of light.

We love our flaws without knowing,

Even when the effects are growing.

We rage when someone points them out,

We’d rather stay in dark and doubt.

Than have our weakness showing

But when you seek advice

From someone kind and true,

They tell us that our hearts will…

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Love You Always

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I remember using a
poem generator before but this is very facile

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In summertime, our love is peaceful,

like murmuring  daisies floating in the  soft breeze.

above our faces,tickling us in playful gestures

In wintertime, our love is warmer—

it walks from bath to bed each night

wrapped and rosy

after a day in heavy,hampering clothes

If skies are blue, our love is  out of doors

— two people travelling in the sun to an unknown place,

unafraid and  filled with joyful hope

If thunder rolls

our love is moody,

a refuge from the skulking rain and hail.

The lightning flirts across  our faces.

Reminding of darkness and fear

Lear

Faustus

When spring flowers bloom,

snowdrops unrolled

bluebells dangling by the stream

and the celandine

our love is soft,

like quiet curved petals on the crocus.
When the  autumn leaves down fall,

our love is deeper and we…

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Too much rain

Heavy rain has made the river full

It overflows its banks, goes where be it will

From higher Epping rivulets descend

The great trees shed loose leaves as down trunks bend

The birds are silent,hoping for some sun

The people wander weeping like old men

Tears like melting hailstones wet my face

Round the ancient bridges children race.

Catheter country

On Sunday evening not unaware that I had had trouble with the catheter in my bladder, the carers placed the urine bag near the end if my bed,put a pillow on top.Then my feet were on top of the pillow.Was it Unconscious work ?

So my bladder became painfully full.

On being questioned,they said it was not deliberate.

Well they could have fooled me

If they had baked a cake would they say they didn’t mean to?

Do we believe their claim/?

Follow their behaviour here though no names will be made public.

I don’t. know the names yet.

There is low level sadism around alas

Tell my brother

Tell Paul I’m in the hospital

he does not know,he’s dead you see

But he would want to know

He is waiting for me somewhere

I can’t understand why you won’t tell him

There must be a way to do it

Don’t deceive me any more

He is my brother

He was my brother

My brother

Ah.so

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Soil

I am feeling for the many roots that curve beneath the soil

Where insects scuttle silently, where kindly beetles toil.

Roots keep huge trees from falling down,an anchor and a friend

They feed the trees and crops and flowers in spring when life expands.

I place my feelers out to learn

what other life forms know.

Everywhere the mind can think

imagination goes

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The way the body curves with silent grace

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The glance exchanged,  the look we share, the smile
The way the body curves with silent grace
By non-verbal means we are beguiled

The movement of the eyes, the lips, make calls
That  beg our bodies  for a  joint embrace
The glance exchanged,  the look we share, the smile

We don’t know what we do, we’re reconciled
Without a trick or plan, without a trace
By non-verbal means we are beguiled

We’ve counted all the points but  are they real?
Like  fractal geometry  our  love  is space
The glance exchanged,  the look we share, the smile

Stillnesss come, eternity is poised
All know the dance embodied does not lie
The glance exchanged,  the look we share, the smile
By  the gaze and glances we are beguiled

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Leaves swirl round

In the water leaves swirl round

Autumn red and dusky brown

Epping Forest high above

Sheds its leaves and naked is

Silver birches show their wood

Delicate as any love.

The red maple mighty free

Displays beauty all can see

Birds rise up in mock alarm

Destroy their foes by tender charm
Love protects both foe and friend

This is life which has no end

Himmler scholarship

Not to be outdone by Oxford, Cambridge has been offered money to fund a Himmler scholarship by a 5th cousin of the Nazi to find out why Himmler had been so evil unlike

the rest of his family.

Maybe it will produce new ideas to teach us important facts about human behaviour.Or is it too late ?

Is there any hope ?

Grace of Love

We became like children once again

Rolling down a grassy bank in glee

Gone was all our worry and the pain

Though we never sought to flee.

For a while we felt like little lambs

Leaping in the Pennines lower parts .

Confident we trusted in God’s hands

For noone human fully undrstands

Now I see you at the be very end

In the grace that love had kindly lent

Hitler money is found in Switzerland

Secret bank accounts of Adolf Hitler have been found recently in Switzerland.His 5th cousin

Samantha Hitler came across them in a box in her attic.

She hopes to endow a Hitler scholarship at All Souls College

Hitler is responsible for the Europe we have today.

Judging by recent donations this should be easy, she told our reporter.Ot would an Auschwitz Scholarship be more acceptable?

Fascism and Communism are still with us Samantha cried

We need to find out why

Leaking into earth

My boundaries broken, leaks my soul to earth

Disdained by helpers out flies my own worth

My door won’t close,my body is unsafe

Being cleaned by others seems like rape

No time is free for they come when they will

Losing one’s autonomy can kill

To break into the sacred heart brings death

Destroying or debasing with cold wrath

Little River Lea at Welwyn

We saw a little River near the road

Rapidly it danced as on it flowed.

Who would think the dirty river Lea

From such delightful springs would come to be.

As by the happy meadows it flowed by

We lingered on the edge where flowers lie.

Little cranesbill, daisy,buttercup

Silver rain will water this fine. crop

Being helpless

We were all helpless at birth and without Care we would die .

So when we are ill or disabled the memories be flood us more for those with bad memories

Anyone who is rude or cruel will have a bigger by effect than normal.It can be very frightening in hospital.

Going mad

While I have been in hospital I have found some of tm the staff respond to patients in a manner described by R D Làing in his book The Divided Self.

I could hear someone crying every evening for several hours

I could not decide if it was a baby, The wailing was like a baby’s but the larynx was too powerful, I eventually found it was patients with dementia..

Before that I was told I was imagining it I was afraid wondering if my distress was making me sad and I was projecting it into someone else.

It is sad and I feel it but that is better than being told you are round the bend

Then people I was phoning asked me who it was.So it was they could hear it

The crying has been heard by me now in 3 places.i find it is the same strange sound Exactly the same whoever they are It is not personalised.It may be a default sound I feel their grief. I have worked with the elderly but I have never heard this sound before I notice the average age of people in these places is much older than when I am spent my vacations working in hospitals and homes.,It is tragic