Transience

 
Killjoy Patients Eye View No Way to Die Consent
The Cellist Simon Back Secularsites
Moments in a Tent Riddle  Holidays Cardies & Slippers

 
Cardies & Slippers ?

 

It's hard hats on, for some of us.

For our own protection of course,

Not from tyrannical believers, and

those, with imagin'ry friends.

Or those who say "death to blasphemers"

The maimers and killers of women.

 

But those peaceful, harmonious 'humanists'

Who will fight us to 'death' or exclusion

to defend those godly beliefs.

Beliefs that bring death and destruction.

And the onslaught of secular reason.

 

Killjo

 

Killjoy

Killjoy
Tight-lipped, prissy mouth
Sitting by the green.
Curse the noise, curse the games..
How it could have been.
Tight-lipped, prissy mouth
Bitter for the past.
Hates the kids and bates the blacks
A life in shadow cast

SL 1992

 

Ever Been in an orange Tent on a cold day?

In this tent, cocooned I lie

The air around me warm and still.

The golden glow envelopes me

Soft filtered sound is all I hear.

 

Reality is harsh outside,

The air is bright and cold.

Whipped by the wind's sharp lash,

The noise of the world unsubdued.

 

How ong can I lie, should I lie and enjoy

This feeling relaxed and serene?

Should I want to go out, pack up and move on?

Who decides, and who says they are right?

 

 

 

 

Simon

 

 

For Simon

When you were a baby,
you were only 1

Then for another year you grew.
That made you 2

Another year (summer to spring.
You had got to 3.

And now that you have grown some more,
you are nearly 4

Soon you will be starting school,
and every year in spring,

You'll have another birthday.
Isn't that a lovely thing?

 

patie

 

Lament for a dumb cat

 

ntsnt

Verses expressing the observations of a hospital nurse, written during the 1980s

 

Patients Eye View

Here I sit in this hospital bed,
What are they going to do?
To me and my body, we are so close!
How will I know what to do?

Here comes the nurse, all starchy and stiff,
What is she going to do?
What has she got on that trolley of hers?
Does she know me and know what to do?

Here is the doctor, an Indian lady
Surely she'll know what to do.
I can't quite catch what she's saying to me,
I'll ask the nurse what to do.

The consultant, at last, I've been waiting for him.
He's the one who knows what to do.
Why does he ask the same questions?
He's not sure, he must know what to do?

The orderlies know, and so do the porters,
Everyone knows what to do.
I'll follow the patients in beds all around,
I'll pretend that I know what to do.

SL

No Way

 
No Way to Die

There are ways to die and ways to die,
And I've seen quite a few.
Some would say we have no choice
I know that is not true.
It can be long, it can be short,
It can be quiet or sad.
Ask me how I want to die
Let me choose, I know I must be mad!
One has to be insane to think
That doctors don't know best.
Ask me, ask my family,
Allow just one request.

With those with whom I've lived and loved
Let me stay in peace,
Combat the pain and agony,
Then let me slip away.
Let us have good quality
If death , as well as life
Let me take my leave this world
In peace and not in strife.
I dedicate this little verse
To one who suffered greatly.
Though old and done, her time had come
Yet had to fight to die.

SL

Consent

Just a little operation dear,
Just a little cut from mere to here.
Nothing much to get upset about
Just a little something to come out.
We think you've got a little...ulcer dear
More or less...we'll just have to see.
Don't worry dear, just you sign the paper
Then leave the worry to me.
Will it make me live a little longer?
What's the chances doctor. please be clear.
Will I go home and die a little better,
Or will it be a battle, right here?
Do you doubt we have your interests at heart dear?
Do you think that we are eager to impart,
Our skill and knowledge, free of charge,
Just to see if we were right?
Whatever you say doctor, I agree
How can I know what's best for me?
You're the expert, clever doctor, surgeon.
I'll do just as you say, where do I sign.

SL

 

Cellist

 

 


The Cellist

    Curled carved neck entwine
    With bobbing head of bright young curls.
    Fragile blouse flutters. Sits erect.
    Bottom back to back the seat,
    Waist arched, thighs thrust out.
    Smooth knees apart,
    Gently hug the cello's rounded hips.

     

          This dual pose
          Balanced,
          Like the cello on a tip
          High waisted heels, transform the shoes,
          Prim black laced
          Prim hose complete
          Neat schoolgirl
          To erotic figurine.

Fingers practice new found skill.
Lovingly caress, excites the strings'
Every human mood evoking
In its bronzed and polished torso.
Fine tuned,
Responds vibrating sound
Deep throat, light throat ecstacy.

SM

 

   

Grass of Parnassus

 

A riddle for northerners living in the south of England.

 

There's a little white flower rather like a buttercup,

It's name is a riddle to me.

If grass is grass and ass is ass,

I should say grass of Parnassus.

 

It stands above a rosette of leaves,

Petals veined lightly in green,

If grass is grarse and ass is arse,

Should I say grarse of Parnarssus?

 

 

Not for anyone who does not like other people's holiday memories:

Country Holidays

It was a Lovely Afternoon......

Beautiful silence, not just lack of sound.

An occasional Baa and the buzzing of flies,

Their hum as we lie, like a lattice of noise.

 

Crickets around us pulsate in the sun,

The shimmering heat haze, on harsh heathy gound

This hill that we found at the end of the land.

 

From this wonderful carpet of purple and yellow,

It's sharp rock and spines hurt the feet.

To the flat-lands below, patched yellow and green,

To the sea's flat horizon beyond.

 

The sea and the sky, how to tell them apart?

Both mixtures of blue and white hazes,

But where the rock plunges deep down to the sea,

It's colour is deep turquoise green.

 

The heat drives us off, poor weaklings we are.

Just one last look ere we go.

We brave the sharp walking to see

This place where the land meets the sea.

 

Braich y Pw

 

Suffolk 1...........

 

We saw elms, we saw elms, and we did

Walked among pines, yes we did

The planes buzzed over two by two

The swallows swooped and squealed.

We walked and talked, and sat and read.

We lived in a tent, yes we did.

 

We saw the avocets, and we did

Saw terns and shanks and godwits, yes we did

We trod the narrow stony beach

Bought home-made bread and fresh caught fish.

We cooked supper on a charcoal fire,

Drank cider, lunched in pubs. Yes we did.

 

We went to the pictures, and we did

Looked up moths and birds and flowers yes we did

Reeds and rushes, grass and sedges

Crosswords, papers, cliches, cliches.

When we stayed in Aldeborough. Yes we did.

 

We loved in the firelight, yes  we did.

Lay naked in our tent, yes we did.

After dark the camp is silent,

Sweeping lights, a car door slams

Footsteps crunch and flip flops flap,

As we lay there side by side, yes we did.

 

1979

 

   

Suffolk 2

 

Gentle Suffolk

Cornflowers bright.

With poppies brighter fringed.

By soft dark woods

Bye-roads bye pass little places.

Thatches, barns, a shop and chapel

Quaint terrace, castle, petrol pump

Gray Norman churches mark its past.

 

In these few miles of Suffolk coast

Lie rolling fields of sugar beet.

Heaths and marshes, farms and shore

Colour thrives.

Every highway wild with flowers

Gardens vivid, brighter still.

Reds and blues and hollyhocks

People colour, art and music

Thrive at Snape and Aldeborough

1980

 

 

Great moist space of English Forest

Dripping in the summer heat.

Fleeting site of deer and rabbit.

Ponies, frail legged foals.

Shady, leafy, scent of pine.

Sponge black ground beneath the feet,

Squashing water from the peat.

Musty droplets fill the air

Eternity is there.

 

The New Forest 1978