God is love -Leonard Cohen

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When puzzlement makes all my world seem mad.

When true love’s gone 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,so breaks my tender heart.

When life seems grey and rocks bestrew my path.

Then, shall I my life of evil start?

And on the world shall I bestow my wrath?

When true love lies and wrecks all loyalty.

When puzzlement makes all my world seem mad.

Then I shall upend causality

And let myself do deeds which make me glad.

For I have love’s sweet child inside my soul

And I shall tend her till at last she’s whole
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End of the letters

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I will write ” soon” soon
I send  my  last fishes  to taunt you
Marie

I must go now
Haul my dove  and sudden dishes
Miriam

I am  unable to remember who you are
Your oldest laughter
Mary

Please don’t write anymore, anymore
Yours discretely  and wholly seriously on the whole jumble mess
A mathematician

I love your digits  and integers [ positive only]
Sending you my test crashes and how
Marion

I still feel bad about my endings
Love  as ever  will doubt
Mimi

If only my own poems made money I wouldn’t dare
Your  imminent translator
Katrina 

I have collected the washing
Shall I  put it with mine?
My machine can’t wait to sniff  your soda
Wiraca

 I lost my identity in Debenhams
Please find it for me
Armless wishes
Dora

They  told me I need a deodorant
What is it?
Your best great peace
Maura

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Gravity and Grace

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The earth has its own gravity and grace
Perception soon develops as we grow
Maintain the sacredness of this dear space

When we live we need to find our place
The process may be long and very slow
The earth has its own gravity and grace

The good and bad both need to be embraced
Grace comes easier to those who’re low.
Maintain the sacredness of this dear space

Good and bad make patterns as in lace
And through the gaps, the living waters flow
The earth has its own gravity and grace

Life must grow at its own steady pace
By our intuition ,we will know.
Maintain the sacredness of this dear space

Of the fruits of earth, the living taste.
Admire the flying birds from thrush to crow
The earth has its own gravity and grace
Maintain the sacredness of this dear space

C

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Speaking to the stranger passing by

Living with a skin so thin it burns
People toss remarks like pointed knives
Life  is threatening , patiently we learn

Fear restricts our vision as we mourn
We might have  had an  easier kind of life
Living with a skin so thin it burns

The mind afflicts the  body, comfort’s shorn
Every cell must pay the painful price
Life  seems  threatening  while we  slowly learn

Even so, we stumble on .we grow
Suffering the misfortunes of the dice
Living with a skin so thin it burns

Perhaps with our good senses we will yearn
To find a decent husband or a wife
Life  is  threatening,  some of us  do learn

Trust and open hands a gift we  dare
Speaking to the stranger passing by
Living with a skin so thin it burns
What is it we need to  love and  learn?

 

 

 

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Doubt

img_20191012_114331827The pattern  does not last but it is a  beautiful gift by Katherine

 

 

Doubt  is the necessary tool of knowledge.”
― Paul Tillich, The Courage to Be

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Prey as fast as U vote.

I think Boris should  let us look at his or her or their crystal balls
Crystal balls, buy your own tonight free  plus VAT at – 10 percent
If I look into a crystal ball  will it look into me?
It’s supernatural;see the fictional future before it happens .
May I borrow your balls, just for a few hours
I am hopeless at the occult.I can only  understand Dirac and he was Cult enough
Riemann  fell into a crystal lake.Was he hoping for a ball?
Crystal is hard  though  I can see into it

OMG Another Boris Johnson will have another Referendum.
Gove the world.

Prey as fast as U vote.
She said it was  a crystal bag.I didn’t know it was spastic.
Three years, mi Lord?  Be more elastic and have mercy on me ,a poor winn
er

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The faces in the fire burn as they leer

People feel ignored by  those who pass
Not knowing how  we live inside  our fears
Till paranoia cracks the looking glass

What do we hear but our own lies expressed?
The lovers whom we fancied were  not near
Others seem opaque   when we walked past

By being unseen we fall , become depressed
The faces in the fire burn as they leer
And paranoia cracks the looking glass

The lonely man who drives  himself to death
Was it speed or  was it engineered?
People feel ignored so many pass

Behind the plastic screen on a red bus
Sits a driver  trying out the gears
His madness cracks  commuters underpassed

Bring me  more cold water  for my tears
Maldon salt,  the Empress of the World
People feel ignored , they ignore  last
Till paranoid they suck on  poisoned gas

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Supernatural

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Lighten our darkness

https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/supernatural

 

Meaning of supernatural in English

supernatural
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Nobody could see them in their dreams

After he had died I walked away
My guts wrenched by the  grief ,the dark dismay
No-one can explain the way it feels
Nor how their world has  gone,become unreal

The houses  looked like stage sets so obscene
Nobody could see them in their dreams
All unreal as we left him alone
Lying on a bed  that  looked like stone

Every night he came ; he made me run
To find  our old green car to fetch  us home.
After thirty days his spirit passed
Leaving me  so  tortured, I would gasp

Ah,loss , the tearing out my guts, the scene
The gaping wound were once his love had been

 

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