Tag: poem

Be an Other lover,today

  • It seems we all have a touch of narcissism
  • As well as paranoia
  • And grief.
Sometimes it’s hard to realise
that other people are our equals
in this existence game;
that they each have a mind and world of their own.
But now I think of this,
Isn’t it wonderful that there are all these worlds
And that I’m not the centre of the universe.
And if God cares for a sparrow
I like Him.
Though what He is
Is not expressible in our language.
How dull life would be
If I were the only real person in it
And if I wanted every one to admire me
And think well of me.
And how sweet it is to love an other,
Eye to eye,
Skin to warm skin.
and how the sun was so red at daybreak
and the bare twigs gleamed in its light.
and how precisely you are different from me
Yet I can understand you, at least in part.
We are all absolutely important
And yet paradoxically unimportant.
And how sweet it can be to lose oneself
to become entranced by creation,
Or by a loved one;
By being with children.
Worlds and worlds unfold.
All we need is respect.
Be an other lover,today
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At any time

I planned my life in seven parts

the first is when the story starts

i thought I could use  my will power

and plan my whole life to the hour/

but one thing I was blind about

Until the lights were going out

The end may come at any time

in the middle of a rhyme

i might just  begin one line

with a perception very  fine…………….

but life is fickle and unfair….

where?

the end may come at any time

Why do poppies cover the battlefields so politely

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We have to be breathing right to hear
the silence from which all song arises;
we have to be breathing slow
and gently
We have to be breathing right to feel it,
the tenderness in which we are held by nature.
We have to be breathing quiet
and soft
and to be looking receptively,

No desire for  objects

We have to be breathing right to recall it
the music we heard when there was silence.
We have to be being breathed
by the world
We have to be part of the whole..

and so,we forget  it as we are pounded

with  the noise of radios and traffic
and people talking loudly on cell phones
walking by the green fields and river
past the secret heron
and the coots nest
past the daisies

When I am dying I shall think,
Why was I not breathing right?
Why was I scarcely breathing?
Why did I forget those moments?
Why did I not live more deeply?
Why did i not sing more sweetly?
Why did I nor love more dearly?
Why did i not listen more carefully?

Why did I not sing more sweetly?
why did I not see more completely?

Why don’t we talk more gently?
Why don’t we look more intently?

Why were the poppies growing so wildly?
Why were the battlefields growing nightly?
Why did we murder  men so lightly?
Why did we not love more rightly?
Why are the poppies  covering the soil  so  politely?
When did the young  soldiers   leave so frightfully?

Why are we not here  more quietly?

Taking down the cards

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Tonight I decided to take down the cards

with their condolences

good wishes

and assurances that I am a strong woman

And mixed with them was just one

of your birthday card.s

Well.I shan’t be seeing any more of those

I’m not planning to have another partner,mate or spouse.

But if one turned up

out of the blue

I’d have to see how I felt about him or her or them

Maybe a goldfish is less trouble

As they never say things like

I never want to speak to you again.

I never wish to see your  handwriting again.

Why  are there no socks in my drawer?

But neither do they hug or kiss.

Cold.

Seen with love

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They lay down in awe and fear,

Of what their love was bringing near.
They gazed into each other’s eyes
And so did rhapsodise.

They lay down to gaze into
the eyes and soul and heart so true.
They gazed until,when overcome,
They were united into one.

Their souls and bodies were conjoined,
And thus their hearts were well entwined;
As honeysuckle on the walls,
In joy’s sweet arbours does grow tall.

Their loving lips and eyes and hands
Gave pause to time’s soft flowing sands;
And while they touched and gazed so long,
The birds sang out in glorious songs.

The eyes are mirrors to the soul,
and love will make us grow more whole.
Gaze lovingly on humankind..
And hold care in your mind

And if you want to make sweet love ,don’t go where we have gone

Down by the House of Commons
My love and I did roam
We were looking for a Monet
To decorate our home

Down by the Palace Gardens
We went a-walking next
As we believed that in that green
It was good to have sex.

We were caught by the police!
My wife was quite displeased.
“Oh,can we plead not guilty ,sir.
We don’t know where we are!”

Down in the court of magistrates
We were accused of sin.
We stood there in the dock
And hoped that we would win

I thought sin was not a crime!
We crossed that narrow line
But in this country there’s a link
Sin and crime are synched!

We asked to go to Westminster
To confess to a Catholic priest.
We could just take a penance

From him or the police

But the judge was feeling lazy
He sentenced us to death.
And we are going to die because
We wandered from the path.

If you want to get a Monet,
Buy a print from Amazon.
And if you want to make sweet love
Don’t go where we have gone.

For safety lies at home

On a mattress of pure foam

Sheets of cotton newly washed

Like wheat we are all thrashed

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Death and loss and grief

When death and loss and grief fill up my heart
And behind an icy wall I am entrapped
Where should my work of holy healing start
Where is the hidden place where loss is mapped?
As on the earth I walk amongst the trees
And on the grass I lay my sleeping head
I make my friends from stinging wasps and bees
Who comfort me on this my own deathbed.
Yet do not sun and moon still shine as bright?
Do not men and women tender lie.
Does not this small glowworm give me light?
Do not courting tom cats saunter by?
With wider vision spreading from my eyes
I see more clearly where my comfort lies

It’s called love

I run my fingers tentatively

down your cheek,

asking you a question

with my eyes.

looking at each other,

you touch me too.

This is my skin

my boundary.

Yours is thicker,

like rubber.

I run my fingers down your chin.

what is this little bone?

I like it.

I like your skin

I like your bones.

I like you.

you please me.

you are tasty.

I like your taste,

your skin,your eyelids.

I like your eye here,

and your other eye too.

Nice one!

I like this hair on your head.

May I touch your hair?

do you like hair?

hair makes me laugh.

I have a fondness for laughing.

I love to laugh.

I enjoy laughter

I love your laughter.

If not, smiling is good also.

Or a gleam in the eyes,

showing the inside smile,

the smiling heart.

I like your inside,

Outside

and possibly

your backside.

your upside and downside.

your side sides.

I snuggle you all around with soft wool.

I knit you into my scarf.

I’ll have to wear you round my neck now!

How unusual

How flexible.

How charming.

How alarming

How creative

How interesting.

What an idea!

what a notion

but you are too big for me to knit

So I’ll just touch your hand

with my fingers.

and you touch my hand

with your fingers.

What good hands we have

with such fingers.

fingers are for touch.

fingers are keen to touch.

I like touch.

what would we do

without fingers?

I like your skin.

skin is good

We love skin

We love.

We.

I want skin to be ours

and yours

is mine

and mine

is yours

where is the edge of the world?

skin has no end

it’s infinity

au naturel.

what order!

what design!

What wonder.

what awe.

where is the world’s skin?

tenderly we touch the world

as the world embraces us.

It’s called love.

Love

A sound poem

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Ersatz raps

This is meant to be read aloud… it’s a sound poem.I made up some words too..

Source: K

Oh,I see the wolf listening..he’s so gentle or is he decentral?
Oh,Ah,kerbumplof.
Shrieks,calling for mate
Bang my soul up
In your bedroom
Ker pluf
Thor.War
Storms of lightning
Hail you
AAAAAAhhhhhhhhh
Me,oh,me oh,me stuck here in my groove
Give me electric shocks;the silent treatment.Sulk for me, please,Argentina.
Screech,scream,I felt you watching.
Touch me with a feather
Dust me!
Glug!
I see the wasps round your coat
They hug you and nip your neck
Bong!
Don’t come near me again
wolves are not
Well come!
I sigh for mein mutter
she’s a nutter,
utter
Sob
Scream
nightmare
Thud!
You hate me!
Never call again when you’re already here
You are not welcome.
I close my door
on your foot boot
Oh,yes.
Thunder and lightening
Go home now
This is a poem as likely
ill conceived
Eagle flies while I am
Falling down a mountain…
Scree burning.
I never want to see you again,babe.My duck.
Please be a love and leave me.Cheers
That’s ok.I understand you.
Asp,gasp
Per bot fly!
No thud
No dach
sunds whimper.
It’s time for my tea and biscuit
I cooked it twice
but you were
ab ab a aaab aa absent aahaa
sent!
No.No.no
I can’t believe you!
Cut this string and let it all hang out again
Oh,bloggers.Go to bed
Now
How
Mein eschreitschzung.Flightschzung.Nachtschzung
blung.blung
blot me out
I’m an ink stain.
I like your fingers, so clean and curving
I’ll mark you and give you homework
Och,aye
It’s well come
Crooning mouse traps
See Rockefeller
drop out and
Bring a bag of sylvia plath’s
scrap paper.
did she know?
Did she know?
Did she sweat
Bang?
Thud.My sky fell in onto the millpond
Don’t smoke near me
I’ll get burned
For I hate you
Or just want your hat and an E for
flatness
Droom,droom
Dee
Bag
bug
Ted went to bed
where he spent his honeymoon
with another woman
Not with the second one
Mathilda
It’s finished us all off
Brang.Blong
Eschreitchzung
Fleightschztung
Herr Meightschrung

Cherries

  • If we see ripe cherries
    Hanging from a branch
    We’ll pick the fruit and eat them
    It is our last chance

    When our end is nearing
    We must live far more
    Like the dust motes dancing
    In the sun,in joy.

    See the clouds all blowing…
    Where is it they go?
    Like the leaves and flowers
    Like the rivers flow.

    See the face beloved
    Known,not understood.
    See the human mystery
    Feel how love can flood.

    See the smoke blow upwards
    See the children gaze
    Innocence and beauty
    New born every day.

    The first time our eyes were open
    We saw a human face.
    The last time we close them
    Let us then embrace.

    Though the day is ending
    Do not cut it short.
    Live each moment till the last
    In love as we were taught

With its open maw

I put the broken pieces of my heart
Into a dish of gold and diamonds hard
But metal is no match for flesh
And hearts don’t need a fancy dish
So now I hold them gently, though I smart.

The pain’s familiar yet it seems more raw.
Like tigers scratching me with sharpest claws.
Oh.god give me some grace today
For as it is I cannot pray.
And death hangs over with its open maw

With this spirit

As on this foreign shore I stand and stare

Across the green and foaming tidal sea.

I do not wonder whether life is fair

Nor whether what’s to come is what should be.

The hinterland is not a wishful dream

Whatever I meet there is all itself.

So useless are past thoughts and present schemes

My courage,heart and spirit are my wealth.

Although alone,I sense some being close

Whom I accept as guide and friend to me.

To walk with otherness is not my boast.

It’s he who guides and shows me  how to see.

Thus with this spirit,I my spirit wed

As close to me  as in a marriage bed.

Are we afraid of the silence?

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Waiting is an opportunity
To become aware of the silent joy
Of the earth and the music of nature
Wind swaying tall trees over the red shrubs
and the deepness of the silence under that.
This is where everything that grows is born
Why drown in a noise called ” pop music”
Are we afraid of the silence?
Is the awareness there
a reminder of out confrontation with life.
See the leaves laughter as they reach out to us.
Hear how the birdsong blends with the silence
Remmember the hot dry common and the lark singing.
The natural world is still here if we remember to feel and hear,

The still point

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Deep in strain,thoughts all a-riot,
I seem unable to be quiet.
I feel tense,I can’t sit down..
My eyes glare out and how I frown!

I talk too fast,I lack patience
I lose touch with my common sense.
To take lessons from a guide
Seems harder when my mind’s so tired.

I discovered, though, that deep inside.
Peace and stillness still abide.
To find that place we each  must be
Desireless, till at last we see.

Deep ,deep down there is true rest
And kindly our sore souls are blessed.
All we have to do is wait
To get in touch with this sweet state.

We share affinity with trees,
With flowers,cats, bats and bumble bees.
Let all thought and control go.
Let this, our mind, become more slow,

Perception’s better when we’re still
Emptied of desire and will;
Deep inside a melody
stirs our hearts and sets them free.

When he went away,Lehitraot

When he went away
He said,”Lehitraot,mama.”
Do vstrechi.
He died, but I’m still here
Yes,in my heart I feel his love.
But why did I live,
And he did not?
Auf wiedersehen
Lehitraot.
Yes,darling,I’ll see you later,
When the sky turns black and all the stars blaze bright
I’ll see you shining in the night.
I’ll see you in my dreams alas.
Do vstrechi.
But why you and not me too?
Araka
I can’t understand.
Lehitraot,beloved.
A plus tard
Some where in this world,you fell
But no-one,not even God, can tell.
God was absent then or in some other place
He’s gone again.
They said He’s died too,
But He didn’t have a mother like you.
Do vstrechi.
My breasts ache and my heart and soul,
My breasts were made to make you whole.
To feed, give love and to console.
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And now they ache with grief as my tears fall.
A bientot
My body trembles in the night
As dreams may bring my lost ones to my sight.
A plus
I’d walk across the roughest bleak terrain
If l I could find my loves and hold your hands again.
Do vstrechi.
The bell rings on the ancient clock
As time goes on as normal,  never stops.
Araka
I wish the hands of time could be reversed,
And I was not living with this curse.
People forget that I once had a son.
They think my grieving has been done.
Araka.
But grief and loss and pain will never end
Until the curtain of my death descends
Auf wiedersehen.
Meantime I look at flowers and birds and trees,
But it’s really you my deepening insight sees.
Lehitraot.
Th inscape of my heart is shown to few,
An artist of the lost would know this view.
I know I want to see just you.
Do vstrechi.
But for me there is no
Auf wiedersehen
Never again will you say
What you said that day
Lehitraot,
Mama.
Papa
A plus tard
Tot ziens.
See you later
See you soon.
See you.
You
 my beloved son

Losing my dad

I look up our small street,
To see if you are coming.
I don’t know what time it is,
But I think I hear you humming.

You sang sweet songs for us,
And you could whistle well .
You wore an old tweed jacket
You loved us,I could tell.

I look out there each day,
But I can’t see your tall, thin shape.
I saved your Woodbine packet,
It made me feel some hope.

What does death’s door mean?
Where has Daddy gone?
When will be the welcome day,
When we hear his songs again?

I’ll hum like him all day,
I’ll dream of him all night.
I hope he won’t be angry,
If his cigarettes won’t light!

He can’t write his own songs now.
He went too far away,too soon.
I’ll write down what I think he sang,
And I’ll invent the tune.

I hear him singing now,
He dwells inside my heart.
And though I still can’t see his face,
I recognise his Art.

I live so well because you so love me.

In the striking hotness of midday
The bench beside the roses seemed just right.
We sat and talked about the flowers with colour fair,
and whether Love is visible to sight,

The flowers swayed gently, beautiful and rare,
At last the times of joyous summer come.
I welcomed them with soft and gentle stare.
Ah,all too soon dear summer will be gone.

The sun was at the apex of the sky.
We caught the moment like a netted fish.
And as we looked the broad white clouds blew by.
While we enjoyed fulfilment of our wish,

I live so well because you so love me.
And even after death this truth shall be.


	


	



			
				


			

			
My sister
		
	
	

		
Trying to keep a hold of you;

trying to keep a hold of you.

Don’t go,

Don’t go.

I’ll not let you fall down that gap.

I’ll always try to pull you back-

Little sister.


You slipped so far away from us.

You slipped because you knew you could.

You saw a gap and fell right down.

You were serious,my little clown.

Come back now.

Come back now.

My baby.


I sang all those songs for you,

But I needed our mother too.

A mother too.

If only I’d been stronger…

Stronger,stronger..

Would you have stayed here longer?

Longer,longer.

Little sister.


As you rocked in your little chair,

the demons of the past were there.

Your blue eyes shone,

Then you were gone.

My sister.


I saw you in a long blue gown,

With a golden halo all wrapped round.

You smiled and said you didn’t know

That I had really loved you so.

You were sorry you had to leave like that,

And would I kindly feed your cat.

My sister.


When I woke up,the dream was gone;

But life and work must still go on.

If only I’d been grown and strong,

On this earth you’d still belong.

Little sister.


I sang the song that you once sang,

But felt my tears made it go wrong.

Once you smiled and laughed with me.

Life was not all black,I see.


Sisters,sisters three.

Now it’s two,just you and me.

But when we meet,a shadow’s there-

I see a flash of her dark hair,

Our sister,sister,sister.

A gap remains for grief to fill

and on we mourn till hearts are still.

One day we’ll die too

And perhaps then we’ll be with you.

Little sister.

My sister.

	


	



			
				


			

			
For the magnetic attraction of rain.
		
	
	

		
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I dreamed I rowed in a large pea green boat

Accompanied by seventeen cats.

And across the Great Lake,without a mistake

I saw mountains of gentleman’s hats.

I was making no waves in my effort to move,

The cats were discoursing on geometry.

I looked in the mirror fixed onto my boat,

The moon spoke  entrancing Theology.

“I wonder who’ll help me”I thought to myself,

When I saw an entire spectrum of men–

Dirac, Archimedes,Niels Bohr, with their theories.

I got my great inspiration just then.

I need seventeen physicists,that’s one for each cat,

All tied to my boat with a chain.

The force they exert will just compensate

For the magnetic attraction of rain.

Paul Dirac came up, and I looked into his eyes,

They were full of anxiety and pain.

“I am sorry I am unable do what you wish,

But my father never taught me to swim.”

“That is perfectly alright”,I politely replied,

“You can walk on the water instead”

So that’s how my boat and its cargo of cats

Were accompanied back to my bed.

When I awoke the next day,I was filled with dismay.

I saw that Paul Dirac was gone,

With the cats and the boat,of which I just wrote

And I was now completely alone.

I took a quick look,in my old physics book

And there was a photo of Dirac

I stared at his eyes,and I am not telling lies,

He threw me a very strange look.

I caught this strange look,it’s here in my book.

I am saving it for a special event.

When I gather more Data on Relative Quanta,

I’ll understand just what Dirac meant.

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Precious treasure
		
	
	

		
The brightness of this sweet spring light,

The songs of birds whose brood take flight.

I love to take these earthly pleasures,

To fill my mind with precious treasure.


The conversations with my friends,

The closeness only death will end,

To share my life with those who care,

How could we have better fare?


Those who suffer pain and grief,

From whom love’s stolen by a thief,

Let us take them to our hearts,

So their healing path can start.


Those who fear friendship and love,

Who set themselves at too low worth,

Do they know how courage grows

Through acceptance of our woes?


Life is tragi-comedy.

Love may be the remedy.

Yet if we give our hearts away

We shall have grief and pain to pay.


But if we lock our hearts up tight,

And keep all feeling out of sight,

We will wither like dead leaves,

Of our whole life we’ll be bereaved.


So choose your path with care and thought;

Never be by lies distraught.

Each human is as gold to me,

So with great love, I end my plea.

	


	



			
				


			

			
When my love lies
		
	
	

		
When my love lies and doom hangs over head,

When life runs like a river to the sea

Then shall I take new lovers to my bed,

And with their carnal touch consoled be?


When my love lies,and breaks my tender heart.

When life seems grey and rocks bestrew my path.

Then, shall I my life of evil start?

And on this world shall I bestow my wrath?


When true loves lie and wrecks all loyalty.

When puzzlement makes all my world seem mad.

Then I shall upend causality;

Console this world with deeds which make me glad.


For I have love’s own child inside my soul

And I shall tend her till at last she’s whole

	


	



			
				


			

			
Is today the day?
		
	
	

		
Wandering through galleries,4785799_f260

Sepia paintings of pines


And faces


Pain came to the emptiness once my heart,


I sat picturing screaming Popes and babies.

Eastward, looking for fresh instruction,

My mind unpleated,like a pair of curtains

~Hung out to dry in equinoxal gales.

The bells of Satan’s cell phone

Rang again,startling in this silence.

“You had your smear done yet?”

“It’s me,hinny”

“I’m having coffee here in “Costa’s.”

Then I awoke,a man appeared.

How apposite,I need you,Ludwig!

I can’t fly my kite.


In the Science Museum,the mirror cracked

And from it stars flew out,

Adorning cars and bicycles and buses.

The building gently fell into its own reflection.

People flew out like gasping rockets,

Illuminating the blankness,

Calling “Is today the day?.”

	


	



			
				


			

			
Their ecstatic yelps
		
	
	

		
And it came to pass that they ate their dinner and that she did washeth up.


And she did leave the dishes to drain


Whilst she put on the washing machine.


and the man was very pleased.


And it further came to pass that she gave the man some pudding and he was more pleased.


And then it came to pass the he fell asleep


By the fire. And the Lord God,said who is this man that sleepeth by his fire?


And he said,I shall waken him up


And the man awoke,


And God spake unto him


How is it that the woman laboureth in ye kitchen.


And that thou sleepeth here in an armchair.


and the man said,


but Thou didst order women to labour.


And the Lord God said unto the man


Why dost Thou remember so selectively what I have said?


And the man said, I knoweth not and therefore I will help this woman.


And the Lord God said, Why dost thou not think of it thyself?


And the man said in reply, It was Thou that made me,O God


And the Lord God was displeased with the man.


so he called down a plague of butterflies


To prevent him from sleeping.


And when the woman came in


she was much pleased to see these butterflies


and so she fell onto the man


And he did make love unto her.


And the cat was very pleased.


For it thrilled him to watch humans mating and gave him hope


That the Lord God would take his rib and make a mate for him.


And indeed it doth seem to have happened


Judging by all the cats staring in ye old window here


And by their ecstatic yelps


That the Lord God was very generous with them and made them many mates.


For truly there is no jealousy among them


And they mate freely and happily and never have rows


about the washing up..as they eat straight from the can.Amen

	


	



			
				


			

			
It seems we all have a touch of narcissism  As well as paranoia and grief.
		
	
	

		


    

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Sometimes it’s hard to realise

that other people are our equals

in this existence game;

that they each have a mind and world of their own.

But now I think of this,

Isn’t it wonderful that there are all these worlds

And that I’m not the centre of the universe.

And if God cares for a sparrow

I like Him.

Though what He is

Is not expressible in our language.

How dull life would be

If I were the only real person in it

And if I wanted every one to admire me

And think well of me.

And how sweet it is to love an other,

Eye to eye,

Skin to warm skin.

and how the sun was so red at daybreak

and the bare twigs gleamed in its light.

and how precisely you are different from me

Yet I can understand you, at least in part.

We are all absolutely important

And yet paradoxically unimportant.

And how sweet it can be to lose oneself

to become entranced by creation,In or with another

Or by a loved one;

By being with children.

Worlds and worlds unfold.

All we need is respect.

Be an other lover,today

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The little bird
		
	
	

		
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A bird taps on this window every day,

Fast as flying leaves flail  in a gale.

But now he perches on the potted bay.

He feels the weather as the blind do braille.


This bird is faithful and I love him dear.

He’s fearless as he pecks upon the glass.

I hope he has a modicum of fear,

For who knows when a sparrow hawk will pass?


I see him like a human soul forlorn

Struggling to discern his own true way.

For soon he may be taken by a storm

But blithely he will eat, and after play.


The smallest bird has trust in the Unknown

By his example, our right way is shown





	


	



			
				


			

			
Though it stings
		
	
	

		
No words of mine can potently display

the anguish and the joy that touch our lives;

yet all our ghostly forebears went this way

where words may pierce our hearts like sharpened knives.


No  sentient being willingly at first

Accepts the pain that true perception brings.

Yet we must not take our hearts to be a curse;

we need not flee from knowledge,though it stings.


Each day demands our thoughtfulness and love

from which all better action gently stems

each day the grace we have is just enough

as through the meta narratives we thumb.


For life’s but a true story we invent,

with passion and with purified intent

	


	



			
				


			

			
And nobody will know
		
	
	

		












English: The National Champion Black Walnut (J...
English: The National Champion Black Walnut (Juglans nigra) on Sauvie Island, Oregon. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)






I love you like I’d love a black walnut.

You’re so rare I can’t eat you.

I’ll put you in my pocket

and take you with me

when I go in town

I’ll feel your crinkles and your wrinkles,

But nobody will know.


I love you like I’d love a comice pear.

I’ll put you in a golden bowl.

I’ll let the sun shine on you,

Till you are ripe.

I’ll put you in my bag,

Take you to a meadow of buttercups

And devour you.

And nobody will know.


I love you like I’d love a flower.

I’ll give you my best vase.

I’ll stand it in the window.

Then I’ll look at you all day

With my peripheral and my central vision,

Till your pattern is embedded in my brain.

I’ll sleep well and dream of you all night.

I’ll wake up and remember it all.


And nobody will know









	


	



			
				


			

			
The puddle
		
	
	

		
Wall and shrub


Into the puddle she gazed and gazed

My sister was amazed

She’d never seem rainwater deeper than eyes

Mystery undisguised.

Round the rain puddle she ran and ran

Too much for her dolly’s pan.

By reflections of trees she was hypnotised.

Curiousity’s often wise

Oh,my dear sister what do you see there

I hope it’s a vision fair.

What are these ships and the tugs and the tide

Where are the sailors who died?

This is an ocean and I’m in my boat

Come sisters dear,let us float.

We’ll never see father again, for he’s here

and down her face travelled one tear.

I see him afar off, he’s meeting the Lord

There’s the archangel with his sharp sword.

We cannot follow,no, we must go back

We each must stay on our own track.

Three little children with long golden hair

On this road going to where?

Once three small sisters ,but now only two;

Eyes of one green, the other’s blue.

By the park gate by a pool of sea rain

We shall be three again.

One in a pushchair and one gripping tight.

I push my  sweet sisters into the daylight.

Keep hold of the handle and never let go

I loved my two sisters so.

Keep hold of my hands as Dad crosses the sea.

Don’t hope for what cannot be.

I told her it’s only a rainwater pool,

Held in God’s hand like a charming  jewel.

But she saw the patterns and she saw the tides

Which all human beings must ride.


For nothing is “only” and nothing is “just”.

Nothing and everything’s passed.

	


	



			
				


			

			
A pool of sea rain
		
	
	

		










Into the puddle she gazed and gazed

My sister was amazed

She’d never seem rainwater deeper than eyes

Mystery undisguised.

Round the rain puddle she ran and ran

Too much for any doll’s pan.

By reflections of trees she was hypnotised

Curiousity’s often wise

Oh,my dear sister what do you see there

I hope a vision fair.

What are these ships and the tugs and the tide

Where are the sailors who died?

This is an ocean and I’m in my boat

Come sister ,dear let us float.

We’ll never see father again, for he’s here

and down her face travelled one tear.

I see him afar off, he’s meeting the Lord

There’s the archangel’s sharp sword.

We cannot follow,no, we must go back

We each must stay on our own track.

Three little children with newly washed hair

On this road going to where?

Once three small sisters ,but now only two

Eyes of one green,other blue.

By the park gate by a pool of sea rain

We shall be three again.

One in a pushchair and one gripping tight.

I push my sisters into the dawn light.

Keep hold of the handle and never let go

I love my two sisters so.

Keep hold of my hands as Dad crosses the sea.

Don’t seek for what you can’t be.

I told her it’s only a rainwater pool

Held in God’s hand like a jewel.

But she saw the patterns and she saw the tides

Which all human beings will ride.


For nothing is “only” and nothing is “just”.

Nothing and everything’s passed.





	


	



			
				


			

			
I loved her for her mind alone
		
	
	

		










Flower are love tokens and symbolise  female fertility and beauty
























I loved her for her dark blue eyes,

And her Le Creuset pot.

I loved her though she was naive,

As she was very hot.


I loved her curly golden hair.

I loved her home made jam.

But most of all,I loved her brain

And how she dealt with spam.

I loved to lick her bright pink lips

I loved to bite her ear.

But most of all,her innocence,

Which made me pull her near.


I liked to lick her cheeks as well

I liked to touch her hair.

But it proved slightly difficult

For she was rarely here.


I looked at all her photographs,

I looked at all her posts.

She has twenty boyfriends now,

Whom does she love the most?

I loved her breakfast coffee pot,

I loved her tea as well.

She fed me on her buttered toast,


The rest I shall not tell


I was happy,I was sad.


Whatever should I do?

She has run off with a tramp

She met in London Zoo!


She sent me a love letter once,

And now she sends a card

I wish that she’d leave me alone

Jealousy’s so hard.


My heart has got the cramps in it,,

I’m sitting in the bath.

The water is as black as coal,

And I’m still filled with wrath,