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?
My photo
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
I 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?
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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

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?
Democracy
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Tyranny of the minority. ‘Democracy substitutes election by the incompetent many for appointment by the corrupt few.’ (George Bernard Shaw).
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
A Joke

What not to give me for Xmas 1

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
Our tears in the sky
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.

Morning has broken
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
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 have knowledge, spiritual wealth.
You have wondered,you have thought,
In meditation your soul was wrought.
You don’t allow my fears to breed.
Your sweet touch brings me such peace
My angst and torment both will cease.
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.
