How to get rid of your lover
Tell them you’re carrying a germ
Spray Dettol around your home
Put deodorant on your comb
Ask if they wash all their sperm
Nobody likes a rejection
But sometimes it’s better to leave
Be polite as your part from them
After all they’re gentlemen
No need to make men aggrieved
Would your prefer an arranged marriage?
My doctor says it worked for him
Remember you’re ugly
Though very snugly
Never get engaged on a whim
The world is woven in such different ways
Struts the vertical, the flat below
Oh God who weaves me shall by me be praised
Oh, shall the mystic reach what she may crave
When all the strings release and she falls low
The world is woven in its different ways
Timed by ritual Lady Lazarus rose
And all the eyes that gazed were burning slow
Yes, God who weaves me shall by me be praised
There is a hollow only Ariel knows
As horse and rider as one being flow
The world is sensed in wholly different ways
The body ,home of mind, will run astray
Oh, what seams of evidence forego
Fallen God who unacknowledged knows
Beneath the sea of green the undertow,
Spirits sidle deep like melting snow
The world is woven in such different ways
That God who weaves me shall by me be praised
I’d like to imagine the Bible as a Play
So when Jesus says,love your neighbour as yourself
He turns round and winks at the audience .
And when he said, let him who is without sin cast the first stone, he didn’t do it.
If he had then others would have done too.Because we don’t know whether we are good or not.Psychopaths probably think they are good.
They are good at charming the innocent.So don’t be innocent.Sin now!
St Augustine thought we were sinful because we touched our mother’s vagina,
Well, in the womb there are no knives.And if God made us , he made vaginas.
So he liked them
Others say by being born into a society we are born into sin
Well, it’s hard to conceive and give birth without meeting anyone else!
I can see it with apartheid.Many a long hour we spent in South Africa House copying by hand articles about torture there.My husband was a journalist for a time.And he had been in South Africa teaching in a college for black students when they were not allowed into white Universities
Is having whites only colleges a sin?
Yet it is political
Well anyone in Britain has seen how we hate others who don’t agree with us
Is there any group of humans who don’t do things others dislike?
I bet God laughed when Jesus fed the 40,000.He like a bit if fun and so do I
Without fun the world would not exist
That’s what I believe
Instead of writing I’ve been talking to the police.If my neighbours dogs or my neighbour
come near me I will lose it and let rip with some unkind words like:How are you?
Fake news, fake life, fake thought,fake love,fake bug
How can we know what is a genuine lie?
And I cannot greet you with a hug
Be sure to boil some bleach in every mug
Pour dettol on your head before you fly
Fake news, fake life,fake love,fake songs,fake bug
Should we tell the children we’ve lost God
New creators seem in short supply
And I cannot greet all with a hug
As he drily coughs, peach Don feels odd
How can a fake virus make men cry?
Fake news, fake life,fake love,fake cries.fake bug
Fighting in the aisles will do us good
Mass may not be said though priests may sigh
And they cannot see God when they would
Self isolated, God hears babies cry
He withdraws his favours saunters by
Fake news, fake life,fake love,fake other bugs
Would a polar bear safe to hug?
So many people read on WordPress blogs
Many write their own words down as well
From different countries all across the world
What the effect is nobody can tell
But is it so surprising that all words
Written with a true and thoughtful heart
Can bind together those of us who care
And so from cruel Wars we may depart
From Vietnam and China from Finland
From Maryland,Brasilia,Peru
From Rome, from Jordan and from Palestine
I wonder who you are ,I care for you
The mystery is the goodness we can share
Yet always there’s a darkness in the air
Thanks to Mike for allowing us to meditate on his images which aid the hearts of the suffering and add to the joy of life for all who gaze upon them
More dangerous than our weapons are our minds
The fantasied revenge will do no good
Some kill a neighbour even when they’re kind
I never thought that I’d ring 999
But why wait until I lose my only head?
More dangerous than our weapons are our minds
We have eyes to see yet we are blind
Living in our daymares out of bed
Some kill a neighbour even when they’re kind
Though people starve, are tortured all the time
I must not be so passive in this bog
More dangerous than our weapons are our minds,
Instead of fighting fantasies, let’s write
Slowly choosing words,combined for good
Though humans torment friends and their own kind
Onto Jews we cast our shadowed bad
Then we killed our souls to shed their blood
Why were fascists not made into swine?
Where is the precious water and the wine?
I think what others have suffered when I feel self pity
Your face is map enough for me Your gaze,your smile,your frown,your glee. And if I want to know the rest The shape your posture’s made is best For kowing what your life is now. A look,a gesture, this will show. Till all you are is then disclosed And I am in your arms enrobed. Love vanishes when analysed, And thinking too’ by Love’s despise
Choose the means to fit the end
And then I'll be what you intend
How profligate the world of flowers and buds
Glory of material, of design
Soon they disappear and all is lost
Except the seeds that flowers leave behind
Do tbey enjoy their little life on earth?
Even one fine hour is of great worth
If you live near a psychopath
And can’t run
Then it will take your mind
Off the coronavirus
And if you have a UTI
You will want to die
Don’t kill him yet
Strange how a bodily pain
Feels like torture
Like houses had faces
And pictures of the three bears
Hung in your lounge
Suddenly when you were five
Turned into a bridge with three arches
Over a river
We truly believe
Then it goes.
The eyes are windows
The mouth is a door
There never was nose
At least we never heard it sneeze
It didn’t cough
Sometimes the chimney set on fire
But girls didn’t put it out
The grey and damp clouds seem like my insides
More truly how I feel and how I dream
The kidneys squeeze the abscess of my life
A feel of water,wisdom truth and lies
The holy spirit from the mountain streams
The grey and damp clouds look like my insides
Post modern narratives each strive
To be a truth but not The Truth,it seems
While kidneys sieve the poison from my life
Now there are no husbands, are there wives?
In bitterness the different groups each scheme
The grey and damp clouds ,Britain’s own insides
I try love once and then I try it twice
I am very generous, what,I’m mean?
My kidneys sieve the poison from my life
What are atoms, what indeed are genes?
What are photons,where’s your mother been?
The grey pink of the clouds seems to deride
The struggling kidneys feel I am with knives
When red sun drops and cooling night rolls in
Darkness masks both danger and our vision
Ancient minds fear day won’t come again
Courage for the delicate seems thin
We wrestle with our horrid indecision
When sun drops deep and night rolls softly in
But now , new stricken by a dread of sin
Who shall doubt the soul’s derision?
Our ancient minds fear day won’t come again
When we sleep we’re entertained within
Dark dreams squander sweet illusion
When deep sun drops and gentle night rolls in
In reverie we’re loved our hearts widen
Then fancy turns to full communion
While ancient minds fear day won’t come again
And so it was that our own life began
When sperm leaped up in proud confusion.
When deep sun dropped and a new night rolled in
When ancient hearts cried “Day shall come again“
The wasted years of our uncivil war
Continue as we fight for toilet rolls
All too soon will come the blood and gore
The bulls escape,we trained no matadors
Tins of soup and packets of dried meat
Fly from shelves to baskets as we queue
Fear has grasped our throats with its deceit
The faces of the old are turning blue
Still there is a palace on the hill
A forest where the princes ride each day
Doused by rumour,fear that watchers kill
What worth is there in turning now to prayer?
Stupid and corrupt we miss our lives
Our children cry, our heartfelt anguish writhes
Three for the price of one.
Unengraved
Invisible in the day time
Invisible all night
Special offer.Don’t mess about,
Buy now and save millions>Cheaper and better than indulgences
Let god be with you where ever you are.
Feeling bad.. our gods are unbreakable even if an electron bomb falls off the shelf
Bombs for sale in strings if needed
Buy now,sell to Putin
Don’t waste money on toilet paper.Use our little atom bombs on your bum.Kills all germs known or unknown
Save on funeral costs.Blow up the world today
Don’t want coronavirus? We collect for a small fee.
Bored?Take a higher degree in quantum mechanics.PAYG
NHS ADVICE
“You should also cough and sneeze into tissues before binning them”
There was I, just throwing clean ones into the garbage
MY ADVICE
No toilet paper?
Cut the newspaper into squares, make a hole through one corner.Thread onto string and hang on a hook near the lav
How about those books you hate?
Leonard Cohen in my computer.I love his profile
Since the Christians’ God has three male parts, is he a trans-sexual? Or is at least one of them
Though if one were female he could have reproduced with himself as it were
However we would not see his children then.By having a human mother Jesus was visible to all who lived in Nazareth or Galilee.Though no photos have been seen
As Jesus was a man, it seems God might be human after all.And has not existed since before time began
I think I’d better stop before I offend everybody
I thought God was here before we were but I’m only a mathematician so what do I know?
My sister took this photo in Europe.Holland I believe.
I was at walking to the bus stop and hoping he would see me as I can’t run.When the bus got near me the driver put on the indicator light.It’s only a little bus but I felt it was like person sending me a message
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/features/articles/detail/92189
“Poets are seekers and questioners. They explore the unknown and help to give it shape. The insights and wisdom in the following poems below are hard-won; more often, it is simply the naming of the fear—personal, spiritual, or political—that offers solace, reminding us that people are connected by our worries and doubts as well as our joys. By resisting closure and easy answers and sounding out the darkness, these poems remind us that poetry has always been able to cope with uncertainties, ambiguities, and shades of gray.”
The abscess then the lump of ironstone
Who is living in me with such scorn?
My mouth negates my speach, the dual form
The latest self is struggling with the worms
Will this goddess ever be reborn?
The abscess then the lump of ironstone
Am I, myself reduced to scattered bones?
I must pray, I hear the harp and horn
My mouth negates my speach, the dual tones
In the distance, ancient seas still moan
While I am here alone and unadorned
The abscess bursts, the yellow pus is foam
A seabird sits in silence on a cone
An image of the loss, a love forlorn
My mouth negates my speach, the dual tones
Oh, for love’s restraint, life’s overdrawn
The tiger’s teeth, its eye, its cruel claws
What is worse, to die or live through storms?
My mouth negates my mind,I am a stone
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The red leaves in the sunshine seem to smile
A pale blue sky, a silver aeroplane
I’m happy,I am warm, in your arms coiled
I have no heater but the kettle boiled
I made us coffee then my parcel came
My face in the small mirror had a smile
My love is deep, you never were on trial
If we quarrel, we both share the blame
I’m happy,I am warm, in your arms coiled
Our sorrow is, we have not made a child
Jesus cursed the fig tree in its shame
Yet red leaves in the sunshine seem to smile
Sorrow need not madden nor make bold
We do not know the purpose nor the game
I’m happy,I am warm now as I toil
We need old fashioned virtues like restraint
We don’t see the whole as life we paint
The red leaves in the sunshine seem to smile
I’m happy,I am warm, the sea sings wild
The sadness of the television world
Where actors have no character to share
Where all is flat and perfect but unreal
Where God’s in Hell, and yet it is concealed
The sadness of a toddler with a phone
Eyes near focussed like he is alone
Where he can see a Zoo in Montreal
Or hear hyenas as they make their calls
The sadness as we toss out ancient books
And never teach our children how to cook
The imaged food is perfect in young eyes
But when we live on that I think we die
The sadness when our neighbours have blind eyes
The sadness as our culture slowly dies
Why God made me alluring I don’t know
To cut my vanity he bent my toes
Not far from climbing trees, my feet were hands
Confined to shoes, a bunion made them bend
Thus I’m half evolved,my mind is sharp
My body is still monkey in its parts
Of course I have no fur so I must dress
Am I proof that Darwin was remiss?
For how can head evolve but feet do not
In the embryo or in a cot?
I am neither beast nor am I man
My face may tempt my toes are also ran
Nothing is as perfect as a smile
An ugly face can swiftly men beguile
I did not know my mind was strong a sin
My wickedness was choosing to be thin
My ringlets seemed far wilder than cats’ screams
The torture and the vividness of dreams
I picked up books and read them in an hour
How could I guess the wreckage of men’s power?
I made pastry, I baked cakes of wheat
To honour God , my father, the elite.
In my pram I gave the neighbours shocks
Electric was my verbal skill and luck
They asked me how to vote and who should win
I sucked my dummy as my thoughts all ran
I sit and listen by the kitchen sink
For I get drunk without a single drink
God has made men suffer making me
As beautiful as morning by the sea
Because I’m only interested in maths
I have long since left the garden path
I never look in mirrors or deep ponds
Narcissus eat your heart out in ferns’ fronds
I never used to wonder how I looked
When my eyes were glued on a textbook
What irony that men would love me so
I thought myopia would make them shy
I thought they’d like to talk of Wittgenstein
Over burned spaghetti and red wine
But now I’ve learned how beautiful I looked
Lying on the sofa with a book
Alas it is too late for any more
I see the edge of Heaven by the door
God may seem ironic, it’s a test
I may kiss you once if you insist
The childish jealousy, the painful heart
The remnants of a past that live within
Which make my skin feel pain, that make it smart
Measured feelings appear on noone’s chart
We hide our knowledge of our own dark sin
The childish jealousy, the painful heart
It comes too fast, takes too long to depart
Before we have the words, can thought begin?
Unthought knowledge,wordless, makes skin smart
Can action makes us better deal with thought?
What protection helps the smarting skin,
The childish jealousy, the painful heart?
Can virtue, unlike love, be sold and bought?
Turn the phones off. numb the brain-made din
Unwanted knowledge peeves the soul and heart
Like the dangerous wall that cut Berlin
We defend ourselves, don’t let life in
The childish jealousy, the hating heart
Make my very self feel pain.I want no part
Alfred, my one time cat
I decided to put the black laces into the patent leather brogues
But I discovered they are brown not black
Still who wants everything matching?
How to manage your boss
How to damage your boss
How to savage your boss
How to banish your boss
How to seek for work
How to leak your worth
How to streak and worse
How to meet your curse
How to beat the curse
How to bleat and shirk
How to write poetry and verse
How to import forty whores
How to survive jail and more
How to revive your faith when sore
How to stop selling slaves at the door
How to write a life sentence
How to fight Evil and its allure
How to live well and be pure
How to fib and sell cures
How to tell lies and far more
How to differentiate the truth of calculus from quantu, mechanics
How to integrate panic
How to disintegrate with good manners
How to shorten your nerves [ my nerves are twice the normal size]
How to knit coats for bad nerves
Unnerving for swimmers in life’s sea
Knit yourself well
Cat is my name, what the hell?
What a day.All I wanted was some black shoe laces.I need to have some kind of fastening and I have some black patent brogues.
Can your feet lose weight when the rest of you doesn’t?
I took out the laces and wore the shoes without any but now they flop about.Ask me where I haveput the laces.I have no idea… have I got ADD or am I just not very wise?
I decided being a bit off colour I’d take a cab.The cab was £5.The shoe laces were £4 for 2 pairs.No doubt I’ll lose one soon
Of course I needed coffee and an iced bakewell tart I guess it was £4
That seems £13…. just because I needed the shoe laces.Moreover some of my other shoes are now too wide.Why have my feet shrunk while my body is the same size
Will my hands shrink soon?
Then to economise I wanted the bus.I just missed it and then entered a posh hair dressers
Yes,madam?
May I use your WC? It hurts me to walk all the way to the Mall?
Of course
When I came out the next bus was due.It was 17 minutes so one was missing
And when your knees hurt those plastic seats are hell.I mean it
So.I’ll throw those shoes out…… if I can find them!
Yesterday I staggered onto the road.I haven’t drunk alcohol since 1987
Apparently I screamed ,help me.What next?I was only getting down the kerb which is hard when you have no depth vision
An angel will come down and take me to heaven.I won’t need Visions there
Was that my life?
