What´s the Play?

There are no hours and minutes in a day
Whatever Nokia Lumias  might display
Babylonian  clocktowers hover;
Cracked a wall , now stands in Dover,
There are     sixty cuckoos to gainsay.

Day and night, or hey, what black and white
People range in hues of  fruits delight
I like  olive  and    Greenpeacers
Wearing  hats  from crowns off steeples
Day and night,oh  shall we take a  flight?

I see the Berlin Wall is coming back
Mexico   has  ordered   ten sick    plaques
Trump has  promised work forever:
Building walls  from Hell to Dover
Even God has  been electro-shocked

No ,these demons cannot get across
They’re stuck in an inferno; what is worse……….
God  now  can’t  be  omnipresent.
He has  high  walls   around Grace Crescent.
Holy Moses,who  can take this flak?

If you miss yer dinner,don’t it hurt?
Same as if yer finger gets a cut
Refugees with their  feet   bleeding–
Christ,we’re underwhelmed in feelings
Get a barbed wire fence, and kick them back.

The Lord’s THEIR shepherd, so we’re gonna pay.
He  watches  US  like  NEVER  from today
We’re   the British  criminalsky
We have self-esteem so paltry
Hey, the Devil’s comin’ out as grey.

Oh,someone jumped the Central Line today
Could not take this life so  full  of play
Oxford Street was blocked by walls
Of vehicles  sent to the Call.
What is my vocation,what my Play?

Our feelings play

Porous bricks are air more than theyŕe clay
They  bake in sunshine,  soak in  British  rain
Inside the ir spaces human feelings stay

Anger, comfort,  love here find their place
And where thereś hatred they  may fill with pain
Porous bricks are air more than theyŕe clay

Children´ś laughter, grey fogs of disgrace
Dogs’ mad  barks with cats mioaws ingrained
Inside these spaces,music  noises stay

The  Shopping Complex   lacks an atmosphere.
Concrete does not soak up human pain
Porous stones are air more than theyŕe clay

From metal doors and windows bare and  clear
Emotions,  voices,kisses  flush to  drains
Inside such metal  beauty   cannot stay

Love  climbs  up  the roses  bleeds on   thorns
From red brick, old stone,    grace   is  new born
Porous bricks are  prayer more than theyŕe  clay
Inside the brick and stone old feelings  play

 

Consolation visits, cannot stay

The agent is the one who makes the choice
Who  are we  and how do we decide?
If we’re passive, we  will lose our voice

Consolation comes in many ways
The love of other  people is a guide
The agent is the one who has the choice

Consolation visits, cannot stay
Will not come if we are stiff with pride
If to power we’re passive, we  must  pray

A wife was once a slave, though well embraced
Her unique self and agency denied
The agent is the one who makes the choice

Now the unemployed dwell in disgrace
The monsters in the government deride
If by power  disabled ,find a voice

Christian armies  thought God on their side;
As if he cared what  they meant by their lies!
The agent  believes he’s in charge,has choice
We  feel   lost , where is the still,small voice?

But painters show

What is here nobody human knows
We barely see the other as we talk
We can´t put into words what our eyes show

If we see the beauty,  how love grows
Looking longer, thinking less,   tongue taut
What is here, nobody human knows

God is visible to all who´ŕe very slow
As we wonder,wander, as we walk
We can´t put into words what we are shown

Snails and beetles,fishes as they flow
Living waters,  buttercups,skylarks
What is here,  we can´t entirely know

The beauty of our naked love  brings awe
Eyes gleam,polished sunshine in the dark
We can´t   contain in words, but can we show?

Grace and patience light a living spark
Jesus is new born ,true  love lies stark
What is here no human fully knows
We can´t  describe  with words but painters show

Dandruff,menstruation, acne,scent

Dandruff, menstruation ,acne , scent
Deodorants,shampoo  and strange new thoughts
The anxious adolescent  in torment

Tampons,towels. skin care and defence
Confession, absolution, count for naught
Dandruff, menstruation ,acne , scent

Wet and dry the dreams are wryly bent
We wake confused from what we never sought
The anxious adolescent  in torment

The virtues and the vices must be learnt
The will and the desire cannot be bought
Dandruff, menstruation ,acne , scent

Parents’ words our own strength can augment
But for the nervous, it is much too late
The anxious adolescent,  the torment

“Civilised”. we  might just kiss a date
Until we lose our heads and challenge fate
Dandruff, menstruation ,acne , scent
Poor  adolescent in   this  mad torment

I wear three pairs of woollen socks, they breed

I wear three pairs of woollen socks in bed
I wear a nightdress made of  petrol oil
A  hat of cashmere and a stole  of red

I turned the central heating off  and noone said
Why are you so foolish and so wild?
I wear three pairs of woollen socks in bed

I am a wraith,  have slept with a few dead
I met a man ,I bore his ghostly child
A  hat of cashmere and a stole  of red

I gave birth  with no aids  before I wed
I walked alone down  many holy aisles
I wear three pairs of woollen socks in bed

 

Ten times miscarried.I am now ill bred
I  cannot flirt I have no female wiles
Just hats of cashmere and a  book I read

In the sacred rites of love embroiled
I keep the change and mail the counterfoil
I wear three pairs of woollen socks, they breed
A   bag of cashmere holds  the books I read

The electric blanket´s frozen to my head

My electric blanketś frozen to my bed
The sheet looks like a block of Arctic ice
I shall sleep inside the fridge tonight instead

At least my fair complexion won´ t turn red
I see a frozen cat and twenty mice
My electric blanket´ś frozen to my bed

I wonder what a husband might have said
If  he  found me on a bed of rice
I shall sleep inside the fridge tonight instead

Now I ´ḿ old  perhaps I can be bad
I have been so gentle, paid the price.
The electric blanket´ś frozen to my  head

I  ought to buy new shoes and paint the shed
Then I can indulge  in Eros´ vice
I shall sleep inside the fridge I´ḿ so ill bred

Love and hate  decided by the dice
What we do is chosen by its price
My electric blanketś frozen to my bed
I shall weep inside the fridge  where I´ll go mad

All you need to succeed is to do things differently.

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Basically. all you need to succeed is to do things differently.
So, with your clothes, you wear your underwear on top  of your outerwear.Like Madonna’s corset
There is a problem.. your outwear will get dirty next  to your naked  body.So you wear antiperspirant all over and after 2 days you die.Also it’s hard to walk in a skirt when you have underpants on top and even harder to use a bathroom.Still you will get noticed
And it’s not yoiur old white cotton underwear.You need bright satin and silk

Still when the undertaker lays you  out, they will know who you are because the media tracked you and put your photo on the front page
You’ll be famous but dead.What more can anyone desire?

Nobody wil chase you like they did Princess Diana.

 

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Part 2
Write a novel from the end backwards.Write a poem upside down

So begin a crime novel  with the criminal being executed
That will show it’s not in the UK although when we leave the EU some reputations may be  killed off
Then have the Trial but starting from the Sentence and ending with the  police arresting a man,
Then we see him murder his wife

Then their Wedding

Then  his parents

Then his birth

Then his conception

Then their wedding and so on.An infinite   novel that never ends.

Then we have  Sabbath and after that God creating the Universe

Then Chaos   and  more.Sounds quite apposite

 

 

How to dress originally for Xmas

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Take your cardigan, cut the sleeves off and wear them on your lower legs unless you are thin.In that case wear them on your head
Wear  the cardigan as a waistcoat over a woollen man’s vest
Wear a skirt of a differnt colour to  show off your leg warmers

Wear 2 lots of underwear  but if fat like me,wear  less.
Remember dark plum and burgundy are very sad colours.Why not wear pale  pink?
If yoiu get a down coat you can use it as an eiderdown too.
Make a few holes on your coat with a knife.It’s the new slashed jeans effect unless you are homeless.
Get chest pain and go to A and E.They will keep you in till Monday unless you die.Hospitals are very hot I find.They provide open back nighties free in case they need to see you naked

Wear a hat or a wig Become a Jew like Jesus was.

Scrub the  floor if you are cold.Ditto the ceiling.

Buy a doll.It’s never to late to play mummies and daddies.If you have a a partner

 

 

 

Like ducks that dive into the watery depths

The sun is far away  and we feel low~
Like ducks that dive into the watery depths
Freezing rain has not the feel of snow

No more do ilving waters seem to flow
And when we kiss there’s frost upon  our lips
If sun is far away , what’s our bed for?

Despair can get us in its undertow
And from our happy time we’re  may be ripped
Freezing rain has not the charm of snow

Best to  feed wild birds and  live snail- slow
Sorrow is the parent of joy’s crypts
The sun is far away , oh deep, oh low~

But yet beneath  the soil new life will grow
As the parents quarrel  souls still wait
Freezing rain has not the charm of snow

Unthought babies wait for signals glow
Swiftly to the womb the souls migrate
The sun is far away and we are low

Like a tide with hidden under rips
The sea oflife will take us where  love’s  trapped
The sun is far away ,but why feel low~?
Freezing rain  will cease and  life will flow

 

Golden clouds of fire

Alone in  my small room ,end-state despair
I wondered what to do ,go here or where?
I tried the doctor and the priest  and then
Knew there was no answer from   a man

I saw in my mind’s eye a  tunnel black
To which I was dead heading on my track
Abject and broken by a lover’s death
By his own hand, he tested out God’s wrath

 I was  held by  golden  clouds of fire
I felt the  kindest love , the Lord’s desire
The tears ran down my cheeks in one great gush,
Acknowledging acceptance without wrath

And so I  turned  to life and to my work
Pain and torment shall not make me shirk

I am not idle

I am not idle though I do no thing
For reverie takes place when we relax
I learn from these wild blackbirds how   to sing

I   am savouring all my past doings
Wandering through wild woods on hidden tracks
I am not idle though I make no thing

Do butterflies feel sad they no wage bring
As Oxford students revel in the Backs?
I learn from gay wild blackbirds how   to sing

I hear the  bells of  heaven softly ring
As  the mother gives her baby suck
I am not poor though I  possess no thing

At  Christ’s Mass we see the food he brings
His torn body bleeding  left its track
I weep with  dear wild blackbirds  as they sing

In the world he made there is a crack
We cannot mend it nor put evil back
I am not idle though I do no thing
I learn from  contemplation how  life stings

 

With diligence, I indolently rest

With diligence I indolently rest
Keen to hear  the songs within my  heart
Idle  is my mind to clever tests
I watch bright fish as round  the sea they dart.

Living to my own time all serene
Not rushing to help others  who demand
Attentive to the deep and  its dark  beat
The music of the soul,  I understand

Lying is a daydream , reverie
Relaxed,I watch  for what may   come my way
What to choose, what sentences  shall be
Oh, fleeting images  which one   to  take?

Slow and patient like the worms  and snails
We learn  to see and so with words beguile

Down comes love 2

Now I see the shadows on the wall
And in my heart. I feel the savage loss
Down I come, and with the dust, I fall

Once I scarcely knew bad thoughts at all
I did not think of love and what it cost
Now I see the shadows on the wall

Down amid the weeds I find my call
There,  mixed with dark green leaves, I add compost
As down I come, and to the dust, I fall

Brilliance cannot last and life appals
In between my cells comes sudden frost
Oh, I feel the cracks within my walls

We  love between the lines with all we feel
Then broken by the cold we join the lost
Down we come, and into  dust, we fall

Must we live and what shall living cost?
Is it ours to judge the present past?
As I watch the shadows on the wall
Down  comes Love and  holds me as I fall

The accident

By accident I broke my sister’s doll
It’s head hit  wood, the arm of my brown chair
With a sorrow desperate I was  filled
I wept onto the doll’s distasteful hair

So my route was set,I could not play
I studied books and learned to write and draw
No more to  fantasise or dream  my way
But make submission to an abstract law

Outside your window peering at your lives
I am the lonely watcher in the night
No more  to find a husband,  be a wife
To live in patches in the shadowed light

An accidental movement   not a choice
Determined what would be my lifelong course

 

The swans are  the  aristocrats of war

The swans have killed the goslings as before
Their little river  scene of love and war
The swans have threatened me as I walk by
Leaning on my stick,I see the sky

 

Territorial    rights   and greater force
The swans are  the  aristocrats of war
The geese must find a place where they
Will be  lords and masters for a day

The  ducks have left the island in the town
As swans desire their home to settle down
There is no fairness except that of a the brute
For moorhen, brilliant duck  and little coot

Are we too like the swans and savage beasts
As Bedouins  are  moved on and  have no nest

 

When the sun sets like an orange glass

The geese have changed their route ,no longer pass
When the sun sets  like an orange glass
Further East they fly  as one great shape
Descending  like a god in graceful hope

I miss their passing overhead each day
Wish I could fly with them in other realms
Their beauty made me gasp  in silent prayer
By the  little lake  in sunlit air

Now I never go where they  descend
Woods once filled with blue birds and their sound
In my eye I see the entire  view
Hand in hand with love and all things new

Scenes of beauty, lakes seen through tall trees
Rydal Water,Red Bank, my mind  eased

 

No sight is like the rising of the sun

No sight is like the rising of sun
When promises of dreams seem  clear and still
My heart  though sore ,can fancy  love has come
Without hard times and exercise of will.

No morning is without new dawn of hope
When all our conflicts shall be put aside.
Imagination is  far flung in her wide scope,
Never  noting dreams may fraughtly lie.

No love is like my long lost love for you
Once known,once felt,it settles in the heart.
Yet I do believe love can be found anew
But only when the lost  true love  departs.

So bother me no more with reveried bliss.
Go leave me with my  life,though all’s amiss

Mary and God

IMG_20181209_132751757Mary was in the hall  watering her rose scented geranium; she decided to move it into the kitchen as the hall might be a little too drafty.Mary was very anxious to make sure that this plant survived because it was a present from her cousin.
Suddenly the phone rang. perhaps it is Annie wanting to go out on some Christmas shopping expedition ,but no it was Mary’s cousin Bob who she knew had been very  ill and although he seems to be recovering she knew  he was quite anxious about dying

His voice was very faint and weak. Perhaps he is going to die, she   thought. he  does seemed to be frightened .

Do not be afraid.God is waiting for you and he knows everything
,He knows how  you looked after your sister when she had a breakdown and how you used to change the curtains and make the room  look beautiful to try to help her and yet she did not thank you .She was very unpleasant but you never gave up ; eventually when she died during her sleep it was both  a relief and a loss
God remembers everything and he is full of love for you . I do not know why God allows some people to suffer so much[ which is  a constant theme in human thinking since the book of Job was written.]
Now, I don’t say that you are Job ,but I do know  what you have endured. I have seen you being humbled  in cruel ways, I have seen you being ignored when you knew much more than the people who were talking

You cared your your cat  with utmost kindness until it recovered from its ill-treatment at those nasty neighbours of yours.
You have suffered  too through cancer and not  being able to eat foods that you liked but you have recovered.  You have worked in your garden   and grown beautiful flowers and vegetables Your fruit trees have been v productive and your whole garden is a testament to the fact that you love every living being, except your brother David, of course.,
There’s always trouble in that kind of set up when the mother prefers one child to another and  it has been a constant torment to you throughout your life. I have noticed  since you have both been older. y
ou seem to have a more productive life now and I know you make wine and jam and mend all you can
I know that you did win an award when you were in your 20s for your research although you never told anybody. I wonder why you were so shy about telling people. You never did like to boast and I think I am similar to you.

I let Stan have his mistress next door  because I know that not every man is interested in Wittgenstein especially when it’s his wife who wants to talk about him  when he wants to take her to bed and enjoy her charms, tickle her and laugh  merrily and I only wish that you had been able to meet someone yourself who would have   valued you as a human being and felt warmth and attraction as well.

I do think you  tried to make the most of your capabilities limited as we are by economic,health  and political factors alas

Bob said to Mary :you have made me very happy

2 Days Later  Mary heard that Bob was much better and the doctor says he will soon be home again

What a disappointment for God meowed Emile, Mary’s little cat.  God got everything ready

Well no doubt  God had some help,.  Mary cried., that’s what I need . need some help ;this house is in a terrible mess as if my fate is to constantly keep trying to tidy up and yet the next day I have to start all over again.

I don’t mind cried Emile I think it’s wonderful I like a mess it makes me feel like playing more and having fun but when it’s all tidy and clean I feel terribly inhibited

Good  grief Emile, you  sound as if you’ve been to Oxford.

I did  once to go on a day trip to Oxford, the the cat  confessed .Annie took me in her handbag on a coach

Well all I can say is ,she must have got a very big handbag

Don’t be so rude Emile told her, you have got some big handbags and  you’ve got about 50 handbags in the wardrobe even now when you are a widow

That is a woman’s privilege Mary told him like getting a new hat is Easter; a handbag is a very important thing because it enables men to make their wives carry all their wallets and keys  so that they could have fun when they went to the seaside

Yes I can remember mother struggling along from Blackpool  North station to the beach with a gigantic handbag and a shopping bag full of sandwiches while everybody else ran on in front of her

I don’t know what we saw in Blackpool except the sea; the beach was so crowded you could hardly see the sand.

I guess the airwas cleaner,  the cat informed her in a manly way

I think I need a cup of tea said Mary go and get  Annie.

She won’t make the tea

No but she can drink some with me while I tell her all my thoughts and my feelings and I couldn’t free associate while she showed off her new makeup and jewellery and  her strangely coloured Christmas outfits.She is off to Wigan to visit the make up factory next week.If only it were in Southport I’d go too.

Well I’m in love with  Annie. I wish I was a man so I could marry her  and make it home for her

I’m sure you would have made a very good husband said Mary but God wants you to be a cat although you are a rather extraordinary cat and it is my good luck to be your owner or shall I say your mistress?

Aand so ask all of us

 

I pressed the wrong button

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Please lie down.Tell me what brings you here
Not literally?                  [ could be autistic]
No, you are always here in a sense.
Well, you know English is not my first language         [ excuses]
No,  you were here before language.How hard to imagine.
I have come here because of my guilt       [ trying to be human ]
I’ll be judge, I’ll be  jury, said cunning old fury
Very adroit                       [Shows off his skills]
What’s  that?
The opposite of maladroit
Why did you send the Flood over the earth?
I pressed the wrong button.                     [Teases me]
That is absurd. There were no buttons then
Not even on coats?                           [Pretends to be ignorant]
Well you should know
I don’t like details in my creativity         [ Thinks he is superior]
Come on, tell me whatever comes to mind
I like playing with water and fire as well      [ Melanie Klein  come here]
You tell me
It’s such fun                 [ emotionally stunted]
Like War?
It was not so bad to start with        { always an excuse…. lacking in adult responsibility]
What,even Cain and Abel?
Very sad but it’s just a story              [ Derrida Levinas, Wittgenstein.Sartre]}
Don’t tell me you are a post modernist
I can be what I want , for  fun you know        [ repeats himself]
I didn’t know God has fun
Well you do now [ Humour]

Right that is £120

What, you think I should pay?       [ feels superior]
I have to live,Lord.I have a family      [ childish plea]
So  did I once         [Sarcasm and grief]
Well,  any alternative?
I’ll  give you  an indulgence/
How about Martin Luther?
Should he have one?
Why not, he’s just human like you.
But Hitler?
I retain the right to silence [ knows the law]

Well when you stop sulking make another appointment
Can no-one help me?
I’ll  have a think
Goodbye for now.

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We envy and we hate and yet we do our  good deeds too

5432DSC00144Oh,Lord someoene’s turned the light out on this dark and misty day
Well,Lord,I am complaining but I don’t know who to  blame
I turned back for my sleeping bag and my convertible laptop
When I started out again God hit me with his mop
I  knew it had been raining though I didn’t see a drop
I  don’t wanna go on  drowning anymore

Oh, i the sun was shining wetly as we  put our trenchcoats on
We were off to Marks and Spencer’s to buy   two smart  old phones
They sell coats of down and feather but though that is quite light
If we put the red ones on it won’t make Britain bright
I don’t wanna  pass for English ever more

 

Half the sky  looks dirty and the  other side is   black
I’ll ask God for his bill of rights and put it in my sack
We are greedy we are selfish, we are generous at times
We love to cook for children and to write them  funny rhumes
We envy and we hate and yet we do our  good  deeds too
We listen to our  hearts and souls  and fix them  up with glue
I don’t wanna to be your enemy no more
I don’t want to be your enemy no more
Ich will nicht mehr dein Feind sein
Yer no quiero ser tu enemigo

 

Vreau să fiu prietenul tău pentru tot mai mult

I want to be your friend for evermore



Ez dut zure etsaia gehiago nahi
 

 

 

How to save money on life

The biggest aid to creation is changing how we label things.
This is not a summer dress, it’s a nightie
This is not a teapot with no lid.It’s mini watering can
This is not a dressing gown it’s a coat
This is not a  shoe horn  it’s a pot stirrer

 

You get the idea.A table is a table is not a table.It’s  a boat sailing over the sea

This is not Xmas it is  the lead up to New Year

This is not  a Christmas tree.It’s an indoor bird   sanctuary waiting for guests

This is not me, it’s my shadow

 

December 12 :National Poinsettia Day USA

  • On the 12th it’s National Poinsettia Day…
 
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  • Happy Flower Day

O worship  the flower
All red and so bright
Who lives for an hour
And has got no might
The love of the sun and the soul of the moon
I sing this again for I  do like the tune

And when this flower dies
It leaves us  its seeds
It gives all it has to the day when it lives
It takes in our love and  indulgently   breeds


Who is so wise to  take on this form
When  humans feel sad and  and children forlorn
Turn into a flower and stand in a pot
That ain’t so much but it’s all I have got

Can we separate meditation from religion?

greywagtail_2018I was looking at a book and it led me to another.But I had  uneasy thoughts as in

The author says,do you have time to do nice things for yourself like meditaion?
I say, meditation is not like having a hot bath.It developed in different religions and in the last 3o years people have separated the meditation which was perhaps meant to bring us nearer to God or meaning and value is now seen as a relaxing treat for ourselves
Seems a bit self obsessed  to me.
Give yourself this…
Give yourself the other…

Yes, we should but we are here in the world with others both human and non human.Animals,plants, the ocean, the planets, music,love and friendship

I suppose when I grew up it was too much the other way.
But self absorbtion is no good
Ironically when we do creative work it makes us forget ourselves and lose ourself in  our work  which is also a form of play..I believe if we keep thinking about ourself it is a sign we are in trouble and need help.Although  therapy to  makes is forget   ourself i  seems paradoxical.I have found it’s very painful to be worried over some aspect of our life  or be ill and suffering which again makes us less in contact with the world

I  think poetry  or learning something  new can  act as a painkiller if you suffer chronic pain including mental pain.. music and art take us ” out of our self”

Shyness is a form of self absorbtion.And we long  to forget ourself and join in with others yet sometimes we can’t.If we  don’t care who is the cleverest  or best at some activityt hen maybe we will be happier.Standards matter but perfectionism is bad.We all have flaws.What we do will too

For older people in winter

46523896_316481392538388_8842963781265915904_nDo not sit still for more than one hour.Walk into the kitchen or hall.Walk round, even sweep the floor for 5 minutes
Have a good coat
Newspaper is not warm enough to sleep on.Donate to Shelter of another charity.Many homeless people are mentally ill.They don’t like what is happening to them