The parsnip soup was delicate yet strong..
Here the flavour lingers on my tongue
We had chopped fruit and ice cream in a tub
All I need is he whom I still love.
I need to be caressed but not too much
I shall beat off strangers with a crutch
For women are no longer victims of strong men
Hear my words and write them with a pen
Before a year had passed I lost our child
No longer newly weds on the Church aisle
No longer pure and innocent and free
In love with death for God has tortured me
I am not Job my bloody sheets agree
I’ll not beg for mercy , hear my plea
O dangerous cliffs I’ll wander with the wild
For God has killed my heart and now my child.
What to you may be a worthless weed
Bears its little flowers to create seeds
Thus it spreads itself as Love requires
Humble speedwell,hear of our desires.
In the pavements cracks were home to grass
The sidestep slabs were broken like thick glass
When heavt frost came, rain made frozen pools
I trod in them as I tore up to school
The crackling ice, the mist dropped on the park
Our ginger cat, the trees, the dog that barked
A woman in the kitchen making tea
The oven by the fire, the big door key
Little signs spark tender memories
The future fiction, past a lost abyss
Grass blades, little weeds, small snails
Tender scents that guide the lost and frail
Getting ever thinner by the day
I refuse to disappear or just decay
The food for geriatrics is too sparse
We need to hunt on gay old Southwold Marsh
We walked in rhythm as if life were our dance
Holding hands, we smiled whilst on our way
Exchanging too a soft and loving glance
We walked in rhythm as if love were a dance
Showing both the strength and the nuance
I wish my love were still with me at play
We walked in rhythm, our life a home made dance
Holding hands, we smiled whilst on our way
A light spray of Dettox covered Mary’s upper lip as the sweet maid followed her morning routine.
I am coming to wash you, the Carer announced
I hope they won’t spray my entire body with Dettox,Mary thought anxiously.It does not kill the virus
What about the backless night gown?
It sounds provocative But it is not.. Made of plastic it dries rapidly but it stops air drying your skin.
Why don’t they ask if you want to be washed?
The care is impersonal, You are merely an old person.They want a photo but not for sentimental reasons Just first safety with pills etc
At least they don’t sexually abuse us, we pray.
My organs have shrunk into my body I can’t see them myself.It is how they feel
And so cry all of us
In fields of lushest buttercups we ‘d lie
We’d watch the clouds as gently they blew by.
Love was born we thought would never die.
But now you’re gone and here I sadly sigh
That love itself remains without your form
Yet tears of loss enfold me like a storm.
I knew you’d never hurt or do me harm.
I felt your smile’s embrace, so wide, so warm.
How is the world,now emptied of your being?
No sound,no touch,no smell,no sight,no seeing.
How is the world when you have gone ahead
Yet I must linger in my lonely bed?
Some days I weep with gladness for my friends
Some days I weep in sadness without end.
The trees are still summer full
Heavy leaves block the waning light
Sun looks like a moon on vacation
Looking for a man
Made of green cheese
S
Keep safe,,….. Kill yourself now
Lost your head? You are better off without it.
Don’t believe me ?
He is that loseth his life shall save it. Jesus
Let go and relax.Die of starvation.Free to all in the Third World Claim it now
Children learn to walk, they fall and scream
Their little bones are soft and rarely break
Now I am afraid I’ll come to grief
And end my life by making a mistake.
To die by choice is sad for those your friends
To die in error sadder for that end
Unconscious of the motives for your fall
Such anguish for no reason will appal
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Russian
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My drinking is putting me at risk
Of what?
Going bankrupt
Still it is not an illness
Adultery is not an illness
What follows?
Not everything is an illness
So true .I am not
Not what?
An illness
So what a relief !
What is a relief?
It makes you feel better
Are you really better?.
We will wait and see
And so say all of us
Thank you
There was a coots nest by the bridge
The new river gleaming in neon
Silly ducks loiter
I want to go home
Give me laxatives all day
Give catheters and pills
Tie me to the bed by with your big tray
Send me white and frozen chips
Hot they burn my lips
Tell me there’s a map
The water from the Chilterns seeks the sea
It’s nature is to gather into streams
United it becomes potent and free
And fulfil at last its masochistic dream
An old millstream runs down with happy sounds
The energy unused wets Abbey grounds.
I see the cottage gardens and the cat
Cornflowers blue, untidy, wàter rats
The sound of running water pleased my soul
Ambleside the Stepping Stones the whole
Trapped on my bed
They put my tube of urine
Over my leg .
.
My calf was caught
Nobody came
I managed to get it out
By myself
Lonely here
I am
I’d like to visit Whitby and its shores
See the Abbey ruins on the cliff
I can’t climb those steep steps any more
The whip of salty sea, the shells, the lore
The old town with its alleys and its fish
I’d like to visit Whitby and its shores
We heard the seagulls shrieking, Jesus rose
We were in a cottage but in fact
I won’t climb those abbey steps no more
In my mind I find an unmarked door
A dream comes by, who whipped my tender flesh?
I’d like to visit Whitby and its shores
Fish don’t die like sheep in abbatoirs
But yet it must gruesome so to thrash
I can’t climb those steep steps any more
I don’t like eating fish,I hate their whiff
It makes me conscious of my father’s death
I’d like to visit Whitby and its shores
Who can’t climb those Abbey…
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May be the swelling graves of monks, derided, gone.
The vertical calls out in one high wall
A fiery blackbird makes the final call.
The plainchant praising G-d has charged the air
For us who don’t entomb our inner ear
The sacred music floats away like leaves
Bewitched and married by an autumn breeze
We stood in silence, viscerally stunned
The river was as clear as love’s demands
And still, in my mind’s eye, I see that stream
I am held by the imagined Abbey’ in shared dreams
An elegiac moment caught in words
Entranced by symbols like the darting birds
Essex women tea in china mugs
Fat cream cakes and children n on hard drugs
A tabby cat curls up by the millstream
On the bridge we sit and weave our dreams
Love the trees of Epping dark and deep
Bodies hid by blackmailers find peace
The Abbey bell the river and the peace
The yard of gràves the grass
The sweet tetreat
Her major wish was to be plastic
Maggie Thatchers glare was toxic
Comb your hair with my elastic
Glue it on,the style drastic.
My body feels but I am passed it
How my heart speaks 