Paranoia

The sun has gone but heavy heat remains
The trees wave feebly  in the subtle breeze
And paranoia over us still reigns

Sullen on a diet of men’s brains
With fire and indignation the world screams
The sun has gone but heavy heat remains

The population by sharp fear restrained
The fires of hell  lit up the world of blame
And paranoia over us still reigns

 

As the leaders blame the poor again
Do they wish to kill the weak in flames?
The sun has gone but heavy heat remains

 

No need to imitate the Nazis and their trains
Austerity, a nightmare not a dream
So paranoia over us still reigns

The poor are weak and seen just as a drain
Those who work  may eat yet danger looms
The sun has gone but heavy heat remains

The victims lie,  just burning ash entombed
The firefighters work daily, search resumed
The sun has gone but heavy heat remains
And paranoia over us still reigns

 

 

 

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Saturday,my eye

Saturday , another film of war
Shall I read my manly palm instead?
I lost my glasses reading   tripe  on Blair

I see an actress easy on the eye
I’d like to cuddle up with her in bed
Saturday , another film of war

If I want  to marry I must  pay
To buy a house  before we are quite dead
I lost my glasses reading   tripe ,who cares?

I never read that book about things Grey
I hate to see pornography ill bred
Saturday , another film of war

In my youth we had such fantasies
About the kisses and the  marriage bed
I lost my glasses  seeking ecstasy.

Now I can see any act  or deed
Faster than an Eskimo can read
Saturday , another film of war
I lost my glasses,I need social care

 

 

 

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Authors of the last Millenium

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Thomas Tardy
Thomas Bawdy
George Hill He Hott
Jane Frosting
Jane Testing
Plane Basting
Sylvia Wrath
Ted Bemused
Ted Used.
Philip Larking
Kingsley Hey-Miss.
William Wordsmith
Samuel Callsmudge
Matthew Mac-Hainault
Matthew O’Hour-gnarled
Simone de Bove-Wire
Jean Paul Martyr.
Princess Iambic- pentameter
Thomas Core.
Thomas Done-Well

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Never bite

Do not knock on my back door tonight
Your face in dimness evokes dreams denied.
I only want to see you in daylight

I saw you on the town hall steps that night
Your makeup was too lush, though well applied
Do not  block  up both my ears tonight

I find your  touch gives me a rare delight
I said I hate you but, in truth, I lied
I only want to see you in moonlight

I have heard the signs and welcome any spite
My  goldfish ate my cat and then it died
Do not kick in my front door  when tight

My father told me men must never bite
When they lie in bed with their new bride
I rarely want to see you in daylight

The evidence is here that God has fled
He wanted us to think that he was dead
Do not snog alone with me tonight
I only have to touch you to ignite.

 

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There is no “right time” no “perfect place”

 

As wildflowers grow on bomb sites  and on  graves
We can love, despite our grieving hearts
Think not of the time nor of the place

Sorrow , opened up, creates new space.
Despite the pain  that comes in sudden darts
So wildflowers grow on bomb sites  and on  graves

A flower seed needs  little,  but its grace
Will help the heart that sees alas blank charts
Thinks not of time, just where there may be space

So an  Eden may be begin, embraced
Although our feet stand on this ground apart
For wildflowers grow on bomb sites  and on  graves

In love, the splits will heal at their own pace
And hatred held, contained will breed no shark
Think  of any time or any place

We look out today at visions stark
Yet sings the immemorial skylark
As wildflowers grow on bomb sites  and on  graves
There is no “right time” no “perfect place”

 

 

 

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