I thought I’d write another villanelle
I like repeated lines as in a song
The music seems to permeate my cells
Inside my entire being music dwells
Would I write another villanelle?
A triolet is shorter, love is long
Musing, I decided villanelle.
I like repeated lines but am I wrong?
The sun was very hot
I have lost my lingerie,oh dear
I dried it on a shrub, the sky was clear
The sun was very hot, my washing dried
I put in a bag which I can’t find
So now I wait for Amazon to bring
A parcel of white cotton underthings
I also have an ulcer on my toe
I thought it only fair to let you know
Where are all the clothes that I have lost
While in my poetry I am engrossed?
Once my home had order and restraint
If a man came near me, he would faint
Maybe all this loss is a defence
Keeps my mind from wondering where he went
The change is come
The tender glance, the heart, the love displayed
Where will I find a home now you are gone
Where in the abyss is such a place?
Where the eyes which will contain my gaze?
The voice that spoke to me can’t be replaced
At this turning point , the change will come
The tender glance, the heart, the love displayed
Where will I find a home,my love is gone?
He is no more
The heart that touched my heart I feel no more
Alone in this great space. I feel afraid
Like a conductor who has lost the Score
The soul that touched my soul I feel no more
As other orders that soul did obey
The heart that touched my heart I feel no more
Alone in the abyss. I feel afraid
He is alive again

The face that was familiar is no more
Yet in my dreams ,he is alive again
If ,by a fluke, his life could be restored
It would affect me like the hidden chord
If played, my own life force would go.
That one must live and one must die is plain
The face that was familiar is no more.
Yet in my dreams ,he is alive again
The baby sees but cannot speak
They tore the blanket in my pram in two
I could not sit up but I could see
Is this what older brothers often do?
I have no other memory nor a clue
I could not speak nor could I even flee
They tore the blanket in my pram in two
Ambivalent,dynamic,what’s this glue?
They fought at every chance,ignoring me
Is this what older brothers often do?
Parents were not there,that’s nothing new
Where do the feelings of the mute dwell silently?
They tore the blanket in my pram in two
Still these speech-wrecked moods descend on me
How to transform fear, indentity?
Is this what older brothers have to do?
Intense emotion feels too sharp. though true
The feelings push and shove inside of me
They tore my knitted blanket into two
If I’d had no brothers,I’d be who?
His absence haunts
How can it be I do not hear that voice
His presence haunts me from his battered chair
Though I have money and no needs to bare
I feel the grief, the affect of his choice.
How can it be that he has vanished here?
When every sheet by weeping is made moist?
His presence haunts from his beloved chair
Now we learn the symbol of the hare
Hunted, captured, killed,oh lachrymose
How can it be when love should counter fear?
Into the real, we stand and longtime stare
We’re begging, blaming, badgered, shamed and gassed
Some presence feints with ours in death’s own lairs
Now the world of man has long surpassed
The time we could blame God for what we ‘ve missed
How can it be that He is never here?
His absence haunts: symbolic, suffered, real.
What you can do when it’s pouring rain and you can’t write a poem
1.Read all the comments in your Spam folder
Unfortantely for me, there were 428 but they were all the same and written in Spanish.I can’t see any sense in that
2.Put a comment on the blogs of all your followers over a few days but make them genuine or don’t bother
3.Learn a new poetic form and use it
Different forms evoke different thoughts and ideas
4 Watch a still life drawing class on YouTube
Try it out
5.Find out how much cats cost in your town and fantasise about how you’d enjoy one
6.Cook a complicated meal and phone a neighbour who lives alone promising to leave half in a covered dish on their step if they would like that
7.Write an advice column on your blog.Subject….. what are you good at? What do you know?
8 Invent a new joke
9 Find out why X is the unknown in al-gebra
10.Really feel that the world is not flat
Turn off that light
I’m in deep now,never been this deep before
The world’s hollow like a shell and I’m out its door.~
In so deep, the ocean has its own startled floor.
I’m down,down.down.never been so dark , so more
I can’t rightly tell how I got where I am
I think I had an accident,fell over, then I swam.
Sometimes it’s a loss, be times it’s a man.
I guess I only do it ‘cos I know some folk can.
I don’t know if the joy is worth the pain
Would I choose to relive it if I was born again?
The deep joy is the amazing gain.
But the sorrow is damn sad, let’s admit it plain.
I’m in deep and it’s over my head
What was I thinking of,when I fell out of that bed?
I look up and the sea’s so turquoise like that mist is red
When we get good and mad and wish some loon was dead.
At first, it was all just black,black pain
But from the bottom of the well,
I looked up with awed love again.
That’s when I recalled,feelings are broad and sane
Joy is much greater when we’re in the deep,deep zone.
I dunno if I’m ever comin’ out.
We can’t control it,ain’t that what life’s all about?
I’ll never love with innocence again,nor not feel doubt.
But I’m no teapot and the devil ain’t got my spout.
I’m swimming and the ocean’s so mysteriously bright
Down here we don’t have no day nor no night
Fish nudge me with big grins and teeth white
Sea flowers fondle me and whisper,turn off that light
Art in heaven

I believe in God.My own father was very similar
Luckily I am a girl
Wow,Art in heaven!
Why must God’s will be done?Is the church a democracy?
What is a dictatorship? When one person has all the power without any love for others
Sounds like marriage
Why do we only get bread from God? Can’t he even give us water? I’d be better off in prison
Does everybody except me trespass and if so why?
Can’t we get into temptation without being led?
I don’t want to be delivered from, by, or to Evil
Why was it ok for Joseph to adopt Jesus.Was it legal?
He wanted to give him a good start in life
Why did God create Earth?
He wanted to grow his own fruit and befriend a snake
Why did God only want one child?
He had insomnia
Why is it wrong to lie? I can’t sit up all night
Where is Adultery?
Is it free?
Why do we not convert our neighbour’s wife?
Why do we go to church? Because they burned down the Synagogue
Did we convert?
On the face of it
But we don’t eat pork
That’s just a coincidence
Life
Senior semi lapsed Catholics’ to do/be or not to do/be programme

1.~Start early to prepare for Confession if you still go
Commit an interesting, but harmless to others, sin early in the week to avoid that dumb panic on Saturday at 5 pm
You may already have done this accidentally,
Do NOT kill anything nor tempt others to sin [my, I never knew I was so attractive]
What sin is interesting without being wicked?
Do let me know
“2
Never tell a sick friend that you can’t visit because you are going to Mass, Vespers ,lighting candles etc
3
Never talk about religion unless others do first.In any case, it’s probably better to avoid it
4
One of the main points of religion is to remind us we are not God and never will be.
Leave it all out if you like, but keep this.
You don’t have to go to church to listen to the Sermon on the Mount or to spend a short time alone with yourself and present to your self…. in that, we may find some connection we didn’t know of.Similarly you can sit with a friend having a hard time without lecturing them on how you would cope
5.Try to ignore that desire to correct others errors including do help them by mis-pronoincing a word they just mis-pronounced; unless you are a teacher in school
and especially theological errors
6.Listen for the still small voice rather than shouting a list of desires godwards.He/It/She is not Father Xmas
7 Go into a wood and forget everything including this.
Read theology by people who are NOT Catholics like Martin Luther King
That’s it for now
Sins of humour
So,how are you getting on with your SoulMates choices
I’ve just met someone who disbelieves in the same God as I do
What about his job?
He’s been fired just like I was
Well,this sounds promising.Does he have a sense of humour?
Yes, he’s trying to live on Benefits
Is he in good health?
No, he’s in Godmanchester
Is he well dressed?
For an unemployed widower, yes!
Where does he take you?
To the public convenience
Why?
To save water.
Where else?
To the library
Does he read?
He read History at Nottingham
And what does he think?
He’s still in shock
What about?
Caligula
Is he doing Ancient History?
It’s all ancient or it’s not history
Will you marry him or join a nunnery
It’s not all black and white, you know We might live in sin
I’ve never been,is the climate good?
Hot as hell
So it will raise your Vitamin D?
To infinity
You don’t say. can I come?
Don’t ask me.I’m annoyed
Why?
If Boris Johnson had gone to a Polytechniciv none of this
mess would exist
Just a different one
Could it be worse?
Oh, much worse.
How?
The hills would be mountains
The sea an ocean
Do you write poetry?
No,I speak it
Is it a tongue?
Who decides?
Doctor,I don’t feel ill- be patient
Doctor,I can’t eat my dinner
Try drinking it
Doctor I’ve got an ulcer on my bunion
Don’t keep showing off
Doctor, the cat bit me
That’s not a cat, it’s a tiger cub
Do I have to die while you carry on about names?
No,I’ll be silent
Doctor I was sick on the TV
Fame at last!
How can I get it clean?
We didn’t do that at Medical School.
Doctor, my wife is expecting a baby
Are Amazon sending it?
No,Hermes, they say between 6 and 9 pm
Well, make her something nice to eat
I’ll show her the recipe
And she will just show you the food.
Can’t I feed the baby?
Are you transgender?
Not yet but I live in Hope
Go back where you came from
That’s what they said to the Jews and look what happened!
Has God spoken to you?
Yes,but in Yiddish
You can’t expect him to learn English
But he expects us to learn it.
Oh, stop babeling on
Suave

https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/suave
Meaning of suave in English
A suave man is very polite, pleasant, and usually attractive, often in a way that is slightly false:
We see not what ‘s there,we see our self
Our mind affects the aspect we perceive
And what it feels important it allots
Gives grace or hatred ,causes us to grieve.
When we are afraid ,we see the worst
We see disgrace or ruin as our fate
As if our self for horror has a thirst
So all the little details we collate
Yet when we love we see before us joy
The flowers each sing, the birds dance in the air
We see no evil nor with hatred toy
All aspects of our world appear more fair.
We see not what ‘s there,we see our self
To learn ,we must employ our own mind’s wealth
Not again

Will you kindly hear my Confession,Father?
Yes, I am here.
I have committed the wrong sins.
Any sin is wrong,dear
I mean,some people break into a bank and steal millions
Yes, but they usually end up in jail
Well, in jail I wouldn’t have to boil my husband’s hankies
But won’t you feel sorry for him with no drawer of neatly ironed hankies?
Maybe after a few years
Get back on track.What are these sins that you call wrong?
I am fuming with rage,madness and jealousy but I don’t let them show.I act pleasant
Well, that seems very kind to me.
Not to you.To my sister and my brother
But our minds are not our own.These feelings arise.It is not a sin unless you do something cruel because of them
I’m unsure if I believe that.Is there no way of living where we don’t have those feelings?
I suppose if you lived on top of a pillar in the desert but your mind might wander back
I think it would.Why do minds wander?
They get frustrated by boredom.So maybe you need something stimulating to do and then you need to be contented
I thought I was contented.But clearly I am not.There’s always somebody somewhere who has more then I do
You seem to have a brighter mind than many.
Yes,it wears me out.
You should just wear it lightly
How do you wear a mind?
In or out?
When in doubt,say nowt.
And do you repent?
I am trying
I so agree.You are but never mind.God has forgiven you now.
I’m not sure about these rites.Still,It lets us reflect which is good
For your penance look in a mirror and admire yourself three times a day
Well, that’s a very unusual penance.Can’t I whip myself and call myself a bleeding idiot?
Now, that really would be a sin.What are you ,a sado-masochist?
Oh,dear.I have fallen into evil ways.I hope God won’t turn me into a pillar of salt
As a child, I thought it was a pillow of salt
We all see and hear things in our own way.
May the Lord bless you and keep you
May he let his countenance shine upon you
Amen
Walk in ferny woods. exchange a glance

Wasting life when we would like to dance
Walk in ferny woods. exchange a glance
Can we have a decent person at our head?
Jesus Christ,no b*gger understood
Why be happy when you could feel mad?
Glad that Donald Trump is not your dad
Don’t let logic, reason or plain thought
Sell you something Mother never bought
Why not let the police take all control?
They know how to score a self made goal
They can kill a man and wound a child
Yet kneel down in Church along the aisle
Holding a black Bible in one hand
Will not take you to the Promised Land
Cain and Abel,Jacob and Esau
Does he hopen to start another War?
As the old man fell towards his death
They offered us a handrail for the bath
I was so shattered by their wilful lies
I could not speak, my saliva had all dried
He was walking albeit slowly when at home
When they took him off I heard the groan
Lost inside his head, no wife nearby
Even Satan would have wept that night
Gabriel and Satan, hand- in -hand
Neither one will ever understand
We humans waste so much,we’re almost blind
Full of envy,hate and so unkind
G
Beauty

People killed by motorcars don’t count
Three times fifty thousand just last year
Covid’s killed 1/6 of that they hint
Whose ghosts will gather round the kitchen fire
Here’s a man who drove when almost blind
He crashed into the chidren leaving school
Here’s a lawless lady who can’t find
The brake, the map, the light, the book of rules
We can’t fly to to to Chile,Singapore
We’ll have to drive to Devon in our cars
We may have an accident at home
Or get so drunk we fall and see the stars
It seems we have forgotten we’re like flowers
A moment’s beauty , then the heavy showers
Test your own eyes
I nearly died of laughter when he went out for a drive
Simply,purely, only to test his bleary eyes
He put his toddler in the back, just to be quite sure
He would not be orphaned if his father crashed the car
To make it even safer he took his good wife too
Even though she felt quite weak after having flu
They went to Barnard Castle, not just round the block
The river Tees is very fine, the Castle on a rock
It was all or nothing;was it murder,suicide
Taking all your loved ones on a really dodgey ride?
The Unconscious has impulses of which we do not know
Like sending cripples out to buy their own food in the snow
What can we deduce from this, is he Head of State
Ascending up to heaven, does he want to emigrate?
The Durham Dash
My husband brushed my hair when it was long
I ate an apple with some quiche lorraine
Tomorrow I shall eat the same again
Boredom or monotony is bad
I’m sorry but I’m feeling very sad
I like chocolate,I like double cream
I’ll soon get diabetes, intervene
Get the doctor here and I will weep
My feelings like the underground run deep
I threw away the beef and ate the cheese
Don’t blame me,I never aim to please
Of course I am a liar but just when?
That’s the koan, soon we will be Zen
We need skin or we would fall apart
I don’t want to see Dom Cummings’ heart
I never liked his manners and his dress
Thank you,Father,now I can confess
Boundaries are also contact zones
Think like this and you will write a poem
Love like mine is precious do not spill
The precious blood, the Body on the Hill
Stroking other people is so nice
I pretend that I have seen a thousand lice
Then I hope that they will all stroke me
If only it were summer they might see
My husband brushed my hair when it was long
Now he’s dead I cut it off with prongs
I want him to come back but noone can
Like Catholic sex it’s sinful so it’s banned
He used to make the dinner every day
Now he’s left me I shall have to pray
Does God expect me to survive on grass
As a meal after we go to Mass?
I gave him flasks of tea to drink in bed
I read the Emile stories,Satan fled
When he smiled and nodded then I wept
Why did noone help me pass the test?
I washed his clothes as often as I could
8 pyjamas, hankies ,was it good?
In the end he wore a dressing gown
It has coloured spots on and it’s brown
St John’s Episcopal Church NY
Getting ready for the President to make a speech…. clergy and others were attacked by teargas to prepare for Satan’s arrival on the scene,
The land of the free?
In the labour ward
I was born the day that we bombed Dresden
Though my mother could not help to load the planes
She was in the labour ward in lockdown
When human sacrifice was born again
I would not suck her milk after Hiroshima
Though the radiation never came near us
It set a precedent and made me thinner
Easier to carry on the bus.
Life and death eternal fought within me
I survived in that I am still here
Though is living really what it used to be?
Death and evil almost won the War
Keeping thin is a well known procedure
To get through slits and slots however small
But are we each permitted to show grief here
Or must it live behind a metal wall?
More than 1200 heavy bombers carried out attacks on Dresden.I was born a bit later but prematurely.
Thank you, readers
Carnation, orchid, daffodil and rose
Carnation,orchid ,daffodil and rose.
Their complex petals form a living shield
Yet bees with much striped force shall make them yield
Appearances,both natural and contrived,
Mixed with the wiles of human nature thrive.
And bite its flesh,with teeth we have to bare
.We too deceive the innocent who pass
Not seeing watchers hid behind the glass.
The windows break,the deep earth quakes;
Seized is the maiden , he her virtue takes.
Beneath the surface, force and fierceness thrive.
What fearsome, burning God enjoys our lives?
Copyright © Katherine
Simply true

The anniversary
On this June day, he went away,
That was some years ago
Each dawn was like torture,
The anguish. the slaughter
No connection with anyone near
He gave a last smile,I did not cry,
My heart took the weight of the blow
The time goes so slowly,
We can’t control it
Stunned by the sorrow,the flow
How will you manage, he whispered,
We’re married.
Will you be able to steer?
I could not think past it,
His death would be drastic
My aim was to help him let go
Yet time also races,
We must not waste it
We’re here for a short time, who knows?
One day runs to the next day
My heart aches so violently
I hold it here gently
Why oh love why aren’t you here?
I called after three weeks
I can’t go on like this
Won’t you come back,why’d ye go?
I had no answer, the demons entranced me
They tightened me up with their gears
Like the rack and the flaying
Skin torn and bleeding
Yet we’re not meant to let feeling show
“He shall wipe away all tears”
A
A man wipes away tears from another man’s eyes
In Wenceslaus Square
I am fortunate
If I can find two gloves now
One left and one right
The other problem
My hands are misshapen too
Ladies’ gloves might not fit me.
I can be a man
If I decide I want to be
There! I wear your gloves now.
But I prefer scarves
Made for women, with flowers
Embroidery,silk,cashmere.
My taste is quite good
I know I like your image
You stand on the bridge in Prague
In Wenceslaus Square
The orchestra played Ma Vlast
The Elektion
Holocaust Museum
Children’s coloured drawings are
Butterflies for God
He died too with them
So we have no floor to stand on
Everything’s trembling
I forgot I am.
I was lost somewhere other
How I stand on air!
Mary and her woollen underwear

Annie the nubile ex-mistress of Stan and colour fancying neighbour of Mary has persuaded Mary that as Stan has run away she should find someone else.Mary is doubtful
First of all,Annie cried,you need some brand new delicate shoes.No man will be charmed by those chunky ,comfy flatties.Nor do your socks show sophistication.
Though a farmer might be happy with them
She herself wore a pink tweed suit and some high heeled boots in purple patent leather over a blue silk pair of socks.
Well,Mary,answered,I thought I should be myself because they might be annoyed being tricked.I would be.
That’s their problem said Annie, somewhat rudely.
Well.where do I get the sort of socks a man would like,if indeed all men are the same in that way?
I’d stick with silky black ones,said Annie kindly.Then some smart black pumps.That simplifies life.
But if I look at Soul-mates online the men will not know what shoes I have got on nor socks
That’s true,said Annie.At least until you meet one if you ever do.
Anyway if it is called Soul-mates,why does my body matter?
Don’t be so literal,dear.You know it’s just a way of indicating they want a lover.
Well.in that case it’s my lingerie that matters more than my shoes.
See here,said Annie bossily.With those shoes and socks nobody will want to see your lingerie
Just as well ,said Mary calmly.I don’t have any.
Are you telling me you have no underwear on,Annie cried with shock in her tone.Your trousers will need washing more often!!
I am wearing some woollen vests and underpants I got for Stan,Mary said shyly.I like wool.
What do you think a man will assume if you wear that?
That I can’t afford to have the fire on,Mary queried timidly.
He might think you are transgender.
I have heard of transcendence but not transgender,Mary admitted ruefully.I did used to have a purple bra, she continued distractedly.
Anyway, what about my learning and job as a maths professor?
Don’t put anything about maths on the form.They hate clever women.
Surely they are not all the same,Mary answered.Mary Archer is very clever and she’s been married 50 years
You can’t generalise from one example ,Annie informed her statistically
How about my love of Wittgenstein?Shall I mention that?
If you wear men’s woollen underwear and love a dead, gay philosopher it will cut down the pool of men available.
I don’t think I’ll bother,Mary whispered.I don’t like fishing.I’d rather have a cup of tea.
Really.said Annie.I don’t know why you decided to try this.
I never did it was you.I am quite happy as I am given the dangers of this world.
And so say most of us.Amen.

