New life

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Creates the birthplace of  flowers

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Snowdrops in Chesire

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Not as hard as life

St Jerome kept bees
and when he pinched their honey
The monastery was pleased
for honey made good money.

He also made a jam
From gooseberries and pears.
This daring recipe
Is popular with bears.

He could make marmalade too
From grapefruit and honey dew
Melons.
This was very strange
As no-one showed him how;
No lessons.

So saints can make good cooks;
Maybe their food is blessed.
I’m not yet a saint
But I can cook a Feast.

But logic is no good
For loving human beings.
We need the drink divine
to aid us in our seeings.

Logic is no use
In understanding pain.
But it helps to pass the time
Until love calls us again.

Su doku looks quite hard
It took me ages to get  right.
But even algebraic topology
Is not as hard aslife

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Help me make it through the night

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Logic of the sign

You’re my lodestar,you’re my light.
You get me through the darkest night.
You keep me on the path I follow
I hope you’ll  be  here  still tomorrow.

You’re my companion, other self.
You have knowledge, spiritual wealth.
You have studied,you have thought,
In meditation your soul wrought.

You are there when I’m in need.
You don’t allow my fears to breed.
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of you.
You mend my soul when life’s askew

You are here  but dwell unseen
Though you visit me in dreams
Give me words to comfort me
I  live my life  and hope to see.

Images and metaphors
Start and end the global wars
May our  symbols intertwine
With the logic of the sign

 

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The empty glove

The geometry and the art of  longtime love
Beautiful,unfeeling but still charmed
The lamp, the teapot, and the empty glove

From the soil to to clouded sky above
Nature innocent shall us disarm
The geometriy, the art of  moulding love

The horses once rode by and here’s the trough
Rusted with no diamonds  nor dried palms
The lamp, the teapot, and the empty glove

 

What we  have must last.,must be enough
Or we may be in Galilee  becalmed
The  hatred and  the art of  moulding love

Here’s a man, I think I’ll have him stuffed
Keep him  in the yard to evil warn
The lamp, the  hero, and the soulless glove

Nature ripens, lambs will soon be born
Lovers tangle in the thoughtless corn
The know how and the art of  making  love
The lamp, the teapot, and the Nazi glove

 

 


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Only the daisies know

The trees made a wavering line
across the edge of the field
and I saw you standing beneath the oak
holding yourself upright just about.
I asked you why you had come
and you said it was only the yellow of the buttercups
that you dreamed of all winter
that had given you strength to walk so far.
the trees gazed down benignly
there was a river at the bottom of the dip
and we used to play there once
when we were children.I don’t know
why we don’t remember the important
feelings and places.Only the daisies know
that we grow where we can.Time shot past
like a flash of lightning,
Will I see you again?
Blue is your colour.I know this.
Grass is softer than stone pavements
And our hearts were not made to last forever,

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Come healing

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Where thou goest, I will also go

I felt the sun’s heat on the wheelie bins
The plastic lids and handles stung my hand
The rumbling wheels made their own  ugly din

I bumped my leg and nearly burned my shin
This work is more familiar to a man
I felt the sun’s heat on the wheelie bins

They spoil my garden and  ignite my pen
I wish the PM would issue a new ban
The rumbling wheels made their own  ugly din

 

Can human sacrifice expunge our sins?
Grenfell Tower, a Death Camp I see so.
I felt the sun’s heat on the vicious bin.

Men in power fought red tape, grumbling, grim.
The sacrificial victims died by fire or blow
The voices of democracy grew dim

A neighbour said …….  illegals, eeh by gum,
So as they burned, no one will ever know
I smelled the smoke of Auschwitz rippling in.

Where thou goest, I will also go
The Christian world sure writes a damning show
My heart cracked and I fell into the bin
They grumbling  made their own   darned ugly din

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I have plagiarised my self!

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I was reading about Jonah Lehrer and his errors and this was one of them…. so  shall I be denounced in the newspapers?
Well it is all publicity!

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