You can count as well

Doctor, I have lost my husband
Does he wear a collar with his address on?
He’s not an animal
I am sorry to hear that.How about a phone  round his neck
Doctor,you are trying to distract me
Where were you when  you lost him?
In the hospital
Were you ill?
No but he was
In that case he can’t have gone far
You’d be surprised just how  some  go
I am sure he will be back home when you return
I hope not
Why?
To be  blunt, he has shuffled of this mortal coil
Would you mind speaking English?
It is Shakespeare
Who is he?
Don’t bother, just  give me something for arthritis
Is it bad?
Well, it’s not a load of laughs
Is it flaring up?
Yes
Get your husband to massage you with wintergreen oil
Would you like a ghost to massage you?
You mean he’s……
Yes, I do mean that
Well, you do look paler than usual
This is foundation cream
Well it’s too light for you,you look ill
Would you not look ill after having cancer near your one working eye
then finding your spouse was fading away.
Well, your eyes look alright
The point is can I see ?
Come back after the surgery is closed and I will show you
I certainly won’t.You are not an opthalmologist
No,but I do like you
What’s that got to do with it?
I suppose it’s wrong to woo a patient
It’s illegal but if Boris Johnson can get away with it,so might you
Still, I can’t forget my husband
Don’t worry. Time is a great healer
Yet another aphorism
Wow, I am a doctor but you are smarter than me
I’m just  pretending.My IQ is only 65 but I pretend it’s 165
So bright and so beautiful
Lay off or my old man will haunt you
I always liked him
That makes two of us
You can count as well!

Love  unordered , appetite for life

The grass is subtly greener in the wild
The little flowers like jewels attract my eyes
Order is the death wish minimised

An over-tidy house  does not beguile
I like a garden which may bring surprise
The grass is subtly greener in the wild

Poisoned weeds upon the earth  all sprawl
Waiting for assistance ,they soon die
Order is the death wish minimised

The phone is ringing, up these calls shall rise
In the garden I shall find allies
The grass is subtly greener in the wild

 What matters is the substance not the size
See the wren and sparrow upwards fly
Love is  what grows better sorts of life

I found a  little cherry tree  nearby
Blossom in the shrubs,oh,love I cried
The grass is subtly greener in the wild
Love  unordered , appetite for life

 

 

 

 

What has God got to do?

 

 

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Doctor, I saw my husband last night
I’ m afraid  the NHS can’t help you.
But he’s an hallucination
Do stop showing off.I know you taught Philosophy at Cambridge
That’s why  I am like this.
Like what?
Peculiar.
You seem lovely to me
I can’t have that on the NHS.
You are correct there.You’ll have to go private
But I paid tax all my life.
That was not intended for  creating a love life for old people
Well, that is better than using it to  buy material for bombs
You make it seem like the Government are terrorists
Well, white is white and black is black.Fuzzy logic, bring it back.
Yes in a very real sense they are Terrorists

I see you need some very major tranquillisers
I have stemetil for vertigo
Take the whole box
Doctor,I usually take the pills.Maybe you need help.
Stop playing with words
I will play with anything I choose
Oh,Lord.I hope it’s not me
Are you praying on  the NHS
No, it’s 1,000 pounds
Can we haggle?
Certainly not
I can’t afford it.I’ll go to  church, that is free
Hurry or they will sell them to Trump
I don’t think Gd would like that
What’s Gd got to do with it?
All and nothing ,I fear
Whatever can be said,can be said simply.
But  most things can’t be said

And so say all of us
Thanks,Wittgenstein.We miss  you.
So pray for  all of us

 

Feel with  the whole body, feel entire

Without the narrow focus of desire
We see a new born world of coloured hue
Our eyes feel  the sensation, gentle touch
Then breathing is much slower in this view

With this text to read why waste our time?
Achievement is not judged nor measured   here
Feel with  the whole body, feel entire
Crumble  not if struck by panic fear

Expansion of our self ,  the muscles ease
Our body softens as we gaze again
Unable to believe all  we  have missed
The inner soul   is rinsed by hiss of rain

Effort and self torment do no good
Succumb  for we are  in the hands of G-d

The mystery of me

tresco_2019-2I find it hard to go to  sleep  unless I have a big box of tissues by my side even when I don’t have a cold.

I hum or even sing as I walk about.I don’t know I am doing  except once I sang Joan of Arc at the bus stop as it is 7 minutes long and the bus was due in  7 minutes

I must have 5 cups of  hot tea in the morning.All in half an hour.

I only got a computer  ten years ago because I was convinced I’d be  unable to use it.  and my husband was not technically minded.Yet I am a mathematician by proofession.{ A Freudian slip, but interesting}

I feel incompetent at life outside  maths, poetry ,cooking, knitting and   having a conversation.And praying for  the world, boiling hankies and making tea

Since I got a heart problem I spend money  more freely.I even give it to Charity like
Medicin sans Frontiers and Freedom from Torture.

I sometimes think I ought to  open the window and throw  £20   or £30 out then stay at home resting

I don’t like chess
  
I  like ordinary people better than  people who feel they are superior because  they got a  fourth at Oxford or even a first,anywhere.
Yet I also worry  about the work people have to do  for low pay because I did it and I knew I would have a breakdown if I  kept on so I worekd in an old people’s  home instead
I think I did have a breakdown into reality

I hate having arguments

I like to apologise when I realise I’ve been rude.I love it.I am a genius at it.I could  do a Ph.D on it.But I don’t so it much because I am rarely rude

I  have a bedside clock  which has to be soft blue.I feel happy with blue.I love it.I
It soothes me

I am bad at measuring things so  when I got a new teapot  I find it only holds 2 cups.
Once I nearly bought  on line  an ironing board which was actually  for a doll’s house!
I wonder if steaming is better? I like to learn new skills.
It’s not housework it’s an experiment! I steamed my knickers.That will keep bugs off

Now, where are those fifty boxes of tissues I just bought at Morrisons?

 

 

Get your pens out

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While longhand communication is more time-consuming and onerous, there’s evidence that people may in some cases lose out when they abandon handwriting for keyboard-generated text.

Psychologists have long understood that personal, emotion-focused writing can help people recognize and come to terms with their feelings. Since the 1980s, studies have found that “the writing cure,” which normally involves writing about one’s feelings every day for 15 to 30 minutes, can lead to measurable physical and mental health benefits. These benefits include everything from lower stress and fewer depression symptoms to improved immune function. And there’s evidence that handwriting may better facilitate this form of therapy than typing.

A commonly cited 1999 study in the Journal of Traumatic Stress found that writing about a stressful life experience by hand, as opposed to typing about it, led to higher levels of self-disclosure and translated to greater therapeutic benefits. It’s possible that these findings may not hold up among people today, many of whom grew up with computers and are more accustomed to expressing themselves via typed text. But experts who study handwriting say there’s reason to believe something is lost when people abandon the pen for the keyboard.

Psychologists have long understood

What is gazing for?

To gaze is   but to love without desire
To be as  satisfied as  with a  meal
To burn  in joy in the eternal fire
To  take, receive and hold  what we can’t steal

To gaze is  but to lose our  central place
To feel a part of  Life in all its forms
The entire world ablaze and full of grace
Able to withstand the  mighty storm

To gaze is but to  be alive and here
To see the new creation every  hour
When childhood’s glory’s  are no longer near
And we no longer wish for total power.

 We gaze and we are touched  inside  our hearts
We  breath  more slowly, feel  our love restart

The reality principle

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Doctor my husband has no pulse
Give him  meat.
Do you think he can eat?
Why do you ask?
He seems to be dead
He always was  good at acting
Yes, he played Lady MacBeth once
Did she complain?
Ask him;you think he’s alive
I always try to use CBT and think positively
Anyone who is not God can’t raise the dead
I always suspected CBT was no  good
Tell my husband
He’s dead
Well tell him anyway
You think he might hear  or is it for your benefit?
Who am I to be prayed for?
Well God made all of us
Maybe  She should start over.
You’re a feminist but you’re ok
I dream all night and I sing all day

I wanted  nothing, all was in its place

Gazing at the trees touched me with grace
My eyes receptive ,mind so still and pure
I wanted  nothing more, no list, no place

Would I dare enjoy a human face
To see the lines of suffering long endured?
Gazing at the your eyes touched me with grace

All the anxious details steal our space.
 We cannot gaze afflicted and allured.
 I wanted  nothing more, no wish, no place

If we  lose ourselves, become engrossed
We gaze with joy ,with colour we’re imbued
Gazing at the trees ,oh green their grace

The  dignity of  art is unimposed
Majestic in its heart, we take our cue
Then want no more, our wish dissolves, exposed

Lying on the earth so warm. so new
I  fertilised, delight in  being you.
Gazing at the trees my heart was graced
I wanted  nothing, all was in its place

Reverie is in deficit by law

What is inconsistent gives us pause
Reverie is in deficit by law
Brings images  divergent from art’s laws

Our language  is abstracted  by the jaws
The mouth and tongue make murmurings that swirl
What is inconsistent gives us pause

A child that speaks too early is annoyed
She’s taken from her senses, by words hurled
Can an image   trespass in art’s laws?

He said he loved me then abused my voice
He changed what I had written to his pearls
What is inconsistent  must give  pause

He said he loved me ,offered no real choice
Our culture  makes us  hide what  may unfold
Those expectations  anchored by love’s awe

Greed  exaggerates what we are told
Come inside and shelter, it is cold
What is inconsistent gives us pause
Like tube maps  split from geography with cause

Sew it seems

He said he wants to sew his seeds.
It really needled me.
Sew it seems.
I can’t cut the tie that binds
It must be polyester then
No, it’s Polly O’Hara
How come?
Write to the GuardianI did and I’ve never looked affronted again

I said I don’t like Wagner not do you want a tomato
I said do you  like Brahms not come into my arms
 I said, are you mute not dare you shoot
Would you like a new novel.I hate to grovel

And did you boil the sheets as well?

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Doctor, my husband has died
Why?
To annoy me.
What did he  do?
He was alive
You mean his existence annoyed you
That plus him demanding his hankies be boiled in a pan
And did you boil the sheets as well?
Doctor have you ever seen pan big enough for a sheet?
A sheet of paper,maybe
Why would one boil paper? We don’t sleep on it
I could boil the Daily Mail
Be cruel and burn it.I did and see how good I look
Will you marry me?
I am your patient
Be more patient and I’ ll  cross you off my list
Why, have you a  list of all your future wives
Now, there’s an idea

When in doubt, attack the weak and blind

Illiterate and obese   my cat is kind
Her fur is clean and shiny,she is groomed
She eats my dinner  then she reads my mind

Shall I shame her,tell her she’ll go blind
Fantasising  while she’s in  my room?
Illiterate and obese, my cat  is kind

She  thinks Boris Johnson has resigned
He will dance but only to his tunes
He steals my dinner, taxing is refined

When in doubt, attack the weak and blind
Tax their indoor bathrooms,feel no gloom
The illiterate and obese, I find more kind

All my words have  vanished,I declined
Trust no other till you’re sure we’re doomed
Don’t taintl my  dreams, I’m paranoid, I mind

Now we’re governed by that Eton loon
He broke the law they’ll purge him very soon
Illiterate and obese, the poor are kind
They saw Jesus Christ   get  sent to Mind

 

As the entire globe is burning bright

Our politics is changing like wild weather
The rain so heavy soaked  my   flecked tweed coat
Then the sun came back  as gay as ever

I wish I were down deep in Ilkley’s   heather
 Near the  haunted moors of Wuthering Heights
Our politics is violent like the weather

A criminal now leads as people gather
In impressive thunder  and strange light
When the sun comes back we’ll get some offers

A little child shall lead us  despite scoffers
Now the Amazon is burning bright
Our politics is violent like the weather

We have our own home grown dictator
He betrayed   us like the  immigrants in flight
The English Channel is such tempting water

We need some braver people   to ignite
Debates about what’s wrong and how to right
Bad  politics is crueller  than bad weather
Will the sun came back ? In hell, I gather

 

 

Boris Johnson walks the plank

When Britain first was the top dog
Who ruled the world  from a high hog
Who killed the natives  stole their gold
Even had the Middle East on hold
We’ve ruled,   from Eton Grammar School
 They had the accent  still not over-ruled
Went to Oxford to  learn how to debate
All we got left now is   pramfulls,loads of hate
This was the moment the moment sane folk want
Boris Johnson walks the plank
Manners and accent mislead ,confuse
Feeling entitled to gold and  the best pews
This is the moment but who will take the lead?
Where is the decent person Britain needs
Fooled Britiannia,Britons foooled now rave.
Britons ,like Canute, try to rule the waves

The flames are hot, there’s Hell to pay.

I’m a criminal but I’m ok
My name is Boris,I  lie all night
I”m the dictator of the whole UK

This is real, it’s not a Play
My lies are true, so that’s alright
I’m a criminal but I’m ok

I’ve heard of Icarus,wings of clay
But I am cleverer  and I bite
I”m the dictator of the whole UK

I will  never resign like Mrs May
I’m  sent by God, I’ve seen the light
I’m a criminal but I’m ok

The flames are hot, there’s Hell to pay.
I’m an Englishman full of might
And the dictator who never preys

All in all our lives are  trite
I’m convinced that black is white
I’m a criminal but I’m ok
I”m the dictator; who backtopped Eire?

I want to sell  my   laughter on E bay

We called the  little tree a special name
In the woods where we were wont to stay
A nutmeg tree is rare like porcelain

We loved its hanging branches blue and green
If only it were  red it might be grey
We called the  little tree a special name

We asked for tea but nutmeg was disdained
I often wonder whether I am gay
A nutmeg tree is rare like porcelain

 

I have paranoia,I’ve been framed
I want to sell  my   laughter on E bay
We called the  little tree a special name

I  split my heart and mind,I sulked in vain
I passed my darling notes so he could pay
A nutmeg tree is fine like porcelain

Then we went to bed and lost our brains
Our nipples froze, stuck on  the window panes
We called the  little tree a unique name
Like grains of sand, the words  we count in vain

 

What not to give me for Xmas 1

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This is an electrically heated foot warmer.Imagine sitting listening to Leonard Cohen with your feet in this and someone rings your doorbell

You could have a nasty accident trying to get out of it and stand up.I get very stiff as well.
There’s only one answer…I’ll have to get married again.Not just this, but I hate putting the rubbish out and making my own cup of tea in the morning
In return I shall iron his hankies using an electric hair straightener.That seems a fair deal to me!

How sweet to hear the silence underneath


‘How good to be companion to one’sself
To be alone but not alone to be.
For peace will bring us calm and dreams of wealth
As dreams  and symbols help us all to see.

How sweet to hear the silence underneath
The noises of  this busy urban life
For that which is above, also’ s beneath
An endless sea  where dreams  swim without strife,

How gentle is the silence of the trees
Calm now that the storms have passed and gone
Like boats swing  anchored on   the delphic seas
This soothing silence  enters everyone.

No  more the  fear of loneliness  embrace
Acceptance  gives such  comfort of our days

Wondering how to find a better way

An empty day now full as love and peace
Though sun has changed to rain and skies are grey
A testament to mercy and release.

Yet everywhere the people fight like beasts
The newspapers are filled with lies each day
For me this time  is full  of love and peace

On slander and on libel humans feast
A silent few will hide to praise and pray
Their testament to mercy and release.

The wise will bite their lips and say the least
Until they learn what customs are today
For me this time  is full  of love and peace

Like the lion and tiger we have teeth
Even lovers bite  in childish play
They  too  are  a symbol  of release.

From the mountains,  prophets liked to  gaze
Wondering how to find a better way
Their days not full  of love nor even peace
They  need time to pray for our relief

 

 

 

The sea sings wild

 

 

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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

People don’t usually come to see me just because they have not bought any garlic lately, the therapist cried.

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Mary has a dear friend who lives, alas , nowadays in northern Scotland. Clare moved back there when her mother became unable to manage at home. Then Clare developed very severe problems with her feet and legs and had been offered psychotherapy by the pain clinic.
After Mary had  been talking to Clare on the phone she thought to herself,
I wonder if I should speak to a therapist because I am still grieving for Stan and it’s possible therapy might be able to tell me whether what I’m feeling is normal or whether I am going round the bend.
Mary found several counsellors near where she lived by looking on the Internet; she had interviewed five and decided on one called Margaret  Slipknot, Dr Slipknot had a room in a private hospital in the best road of the entire City.
Good morning, please take a seat over here, Margaret said to Mary.
Now you can tell me anything you like; it is completely confidential except that if you tell me you are going to kill somebody or commit suicide, I am obliged to tell your doctor or the police. Is that alright with you?

Oh yes said Mary that seems quite sensible because I understand the motivation behind it all, knowing several widows ; they have mentioned that they didn’t want to go on living alone.But I did not tell their doctor or the police because sometimes everybody feels like that and once they realise it they are quite happy, in a sense.They can accept it.I have got a very good friend next door call Annie and I know many colleagues at the university but since my husband died I feel as if there is a void at the centre of my being and whatever I do will not fill it.
Margaret. said, Perhaps this void has a role to play in your life.
What kind of role could a void have?.Mary gasped
Just say whatever comes to your mind.
A void is not something that people talk about very much and I’m not sure if it’s just the right word to describe what  I am sensing but it is more than just a little emptiness.
Stan used to make my dinner every night when I came home from the University and he also used to feed the cat and put the rubbish out not to mention listening to my thoughts about what happened to me while I was at work,  and all the people that I have met. So when I come home now feeling weary and tired I have to make my own dinner.
And do you make yourself dinner?
Not always. you see when Stan was alive I had a certain motivation to be a good and loving wife. I used to do a lot of planning to make sure that, even though he was going to do the cooking, that there were all the required ingredients in the cupboard plus also spices and herbs and garlic. I realise now that I have not bought any garlic for the past year.
People don’t usually come to see me just because they have not bought any garlic lately, the therapist cried.
When Mary heard the word lately she began to cry because late is a word used to denote people who are dead like the late Prime Minister, Winston Churchill.
I see that you are still feeling sad and there’s nothing wrong with that but I am a little concerned about how you will cope with all your new responsibilities as well as continuing your work and life with students, Which all the things you mentioned about your husband do you miss the most?
I think the thing I’m missing him most for is putting out the rubbish. He always insisted on doing this even when he was very ill and I find it hard to remember to do it when I never did it before.It seems to me that a woman needs a man to put out the wheelie bins out and collect big cardboard boxes which need crushing.I feel bad putting the wheelies out by myself in the dark.
That doesn’t seem very nice, Margaret cried, that you only miss your husband because you have to put out the rubbish now yourself. I know that I’m not meant to give you advice.I want to listen to you but I cannot really believe that the main thing that you miss him for is this.
Well said Mary, don’t push me; this is the first session we’ve had and I am still testing the water.In other words don’t you realise that I’m not going to tell you the most sacred aspects of my being until I feel like I can trust you.
I’m not implying that you are an irresponsible,  foolish person, but don’t you think after working for 20 years as a psychotherapist that you should know that even in normal life we don’t tell someone we’ve never met before the very intimate and secret aspects of our being. There are some people who do this when they are not taking into account the person who they are speaking to, who they have never met before.Except people do it on trains.
I see, said Margaret. I will wait until you feel able to tell me what you miss the most. I don’t suppose it’s sex because you are much too old for that, although that is one way that some people fill in a void.
Do you think that women feel that their womb is an empty space inside them and wish to put something into it, asked Mary
Everybody’s different; now even if you have sex it won’t fill your womb now as  I already mentioned I think you are too old to have sex.
Mary felt very angry,
How dare you say I am too old to have sex. Stan used to teach classes of pensioners about statistics and other topics and he told me that many of them said that they were still involved in a sexual relationship.Now we don’t know quite how far they would go in that way but they have an interest.I thought that therapists were not meant to make judgements about what their clients say to them.
Are you really a trained psychotherapist? You must be earning a lot of money to rent this room in a private hospital and as far as I can see you do not seem to have any common sense, let alone uncommon sense.
Margaret’s face went bright red,
I am sorry she cried, I was a little bit nervous when you told me that you were a mathematician And it threw me off my stride because I thought that you might be more intelligent than I am.
Intelligence by itself is not  enough;it can be used to make nuclear bombs; to start Wars ;to gather information about your enemies what you really need  is  time and care and the ability to listen without criticism or judgement for the person who is with you ;you must have met some other people who were quite intelligent .It seems to me that you need more Training so that you are able to deal with your issues of fear of the highly intelligent person. You don’t need to have a fear of them and we are just the same as other people except that for some reason we preferred the geometry of the spheres to dating boys when we were 16.
In my case, it was after I had an operation to remove my appendix and was convalescing for several weeks. I came across a book called “Mathematician’s delight” by W.W.Sawyer And I read it about imaginary numbers and complex numbers so then I realised that mathematics was not just arithmetic and quadratic equations.
I don’t know whether I will come to see you anymore. What you said has taken away my faith in my judgement of people. You seemed the best therapist that I interviewed but now we’re starting I think I might have made a mistake.
Please don’t stop, said Margaret, I need the money!
So you think that I should continue seeing you here when you already proved yourself a little inadequate, merely to give you money. I am afraid I am not rich enough  to see you if I will have to see somebody else as well, since you are no good
I’ll tell you what said Margaret, let me give you another session completely free and see how we get on then.If you are still unhappy with me then, of course, you must find a different person. I realise my training was incomplete because we are all graduates or doctors and then we do five years training so we believe we are superior to most of the people who come for treatment but when I speak to my supervisor I will tell her that I think we all need to look at this question of superiority because neither you nor I  is actually morally or ethically superior to everybody else ;it can sometimes appear that we can see somebody is very inferior morally like  Hitler or Pol Pot but it’s now obvious most of the time
I’ll give you a call, Mary said when I have made my mind up; it is very kind of you to offer me a free session when you are so short of money. if I were your therapist, I would tell you that you were short of money because you are not very good at your job and therefore you will not have enough patients to make a living.On the other hand, it may be that you need to take an extra job, stacking the shelves in the supermarket to give you enough money to live on without exploiting human beings like myself.
However, I am glad that I realised that I feel this  void inside me because I now realise that I felt it long before my husband died and it must be linked to something else in my life, not just to him
Alright, said Margaret thank you very much for being so honest I hope you will come again.If not, I wish you good luck in finding someone who can travel with you on your journey into your new life.Thank you, said Mary. I will phone you soon, goodbye.
When she got home she told Emile, her cat.He said he wished he had gone with her to see how beautiful Margaret was.
That is very selfish, Emile.You need to hear what she says!

And so say all of us.

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Words haphazard, words made to amuse

Sentences unspoken crowd my mind
Words that we invented for our use
Waiting for his tongue to meld with mine

A language no-one else would  have designed
Words haphazard, words made to amuse
Sentences unspoken crowd my mind

A tongue,a lingo,  language,  is this time?
Send me  out a message with your views
Hearing not his tongue, my ears  will pine

We were quiet  people in our home
We did not waste our time,we loved and bloomed
Sentences half formed still  come to mind

I sang in the  back kitchen  with delight
Our black cat in the doorway  purred in tune
 His pointed tongue will  greet me if I’m blind

Normal service  never is resumed
God is not  quite here , as man assumed
Sentences unspoken crowd my mind
When I  sat alone,I wordless cried.

 

 

 

 

Don’t overload your extension leads this winter.I know Brexit is tough but don’t leave us yet

 

 

Dont overload your extension lead or wall socket this winter!

Amazingly it is hairdryers,  kettles and toasters which are dangerous to use alongside other appliances.They use a lot   of electricity  even if only for a few minutes

It may be risky laaving an electric heater on at night unless it had enough space round it
Maybe  it’s better to  warm your bedroom before you go to bed and use an electric blanket or wear extra warm nightclothes and  wool socks

You’re my lodestar,you’re my light

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You’re my lodestar,you’re my light.
In the forests of the night.
You keep me on the path I follow
I know you’ll still be here tomorrow.
You’re my lodestar,you’re my light
When the darkness takes my sight
You’re my companion, another self.
You have knowledge, spiritual wealth.
You have wondered,you have thought,
In meditation your soul was wrought.
You are there when I’m in need.
You don’t allow my fears to breed.
Your sweet touch brings me such peace
 My  angst  and torment both will cease.

You’re my lodestar,you’re my light.
You’ve helped me through the darkest nights

We chose  the pictures, maples , sultry flowers

How can I live  here when  he is gone?
We chose  the pictures, maples ,sultry flowers
He loved the Arts, his music, nothing banned
He spoke in different accents, he was fun
How can I live in  this  place when he’s gone?
And since  I lost him, I’m a leper shunned
Here I  grieve,alone  for many hours
If  I were an antelope I’d run
How can I create when he has gone?
He chose  all these pictures, I  the flowers

The mountains burn, the valleys are alarmed

Now we know how fascism rose to power
The envy and the malice  seek   to harm
While claiming to relive our  glorious hours

The poor are scorned, the single mothers   cower
The Jews are blamed ,oh Magdalen, oh balm
Now we know how fascism rose to power

Even as wild roses  charm the bower
We humans do not wish for a world calm
Britain  had  such  cruel  Empire’s hours

The faces of opponents  mock and glower
In secrecy   we keep   our sulphur warm
So we feel that fascism will empower

We lit a fire that won’t die in a shower
The mountains burn, the valleys are alarmed
Britain  had its Empire  and its Tower

Paranoid,depressed,  and narrow eyed
We  recreate the worst ,  it’s suicide.
Is it certain fascism  holds the power?
The past is gone, the future might yet flower.