Don’t cast nasturtiums on me

Don’t lie by me again

Don’t cross my hands with Gilbert’s

Don’t worry, it’s only sea.

Don’t throw me doubt again .

Don’t sell anyone,please. Don’t say I am going to swell Don’t extension it again

Don’t say it’s a tin on Fridays

Don’t believe all your ears .

Don’t say you awe me

Don’t remove my slight to privacy Don’t see like that Don’t say you ever loved me at all

Don’t admire my pain..

Don’t mention I tease

Don’t join the gravy

Don’t join the Air Coarse

Don’t do coppergate sand writing

Don’t join a Liary after the War on Sorrow

Don’t go to Church on Fundays .

Don’t bite the host ..

Don’t mention my ten thumbs as a child

I like to go on eBay and buy myself some shoes

I never thought that I would want 2 shoes that someone’s used.

I don’t think they’ve been worn a lot they almost look  brand new.

But when you’re on a pension what else can old folk do?

I like them brown I like them black I like them any hue

And then I wear my fancy socks

Accessories to you

I think that it will save me cash if I buy second hand

And yes it is so tempting to see so many brands

A duffel coat from jäeger, a cashmere scarf like new

20 bras from m&s will stop me feeling blue

I could see my own psychiatrist to get some inner peace

IOr go outside and see the sky and watch the flying geese

but I prefer to run up debts, it gives me inner peace .

I gave my cash to charity, when first I paid the bills

But now I want to spend it all so I won’t need a will

I like to spend I’ll never save I like to feel so free

So when I die and meet the Lord how happy we will be.

I throw cash here I throw cash there , the economy will grow

So when I die cremate it all and say I told you so

There was an old person from Ware

Who wore just a comb in her hair

When she went out 

Children would shout …

When we are born we’re all bare..

Her sister  had lived up in Stoke

She was reckless and often quite broke

So she came down to Ware

After borrowing the fare

Then stole  her own sister’s old fur

When you can’t find what you’ve lost

You think that your eyesight’s gone bust

For you don’t want to think

Your sister robs Banks

And steals your best clothes: which is worst?

Yet old folk on earth will all die.

So enjoy yourself while you’re alive

Forgive those who steal

And let your heart heal.

Go out with a smile not a sigh

http://www.independent.co.uk/voices/brexit-donald-trump-political-depression-mental-health-2016-psychiatric-cbt-methods-heal-britain-a7528581.htmlPolitics

Quote:

So what is helpful? What’s the cure for political depression? For one thing, liberal conservatives are going to have to borrow from some of the left’s irrepressible optimism. But if my last few months of lethargy and dark doctors’ waiting rooms have taught me anything, it’s that all those in search of a cure for our current political malaise could do well to look at recent advances in the mental health ward. Cognitive Behaviour Therapy, or CBT, is today’s wonder cure – but what does it actually entail, and can it save a country as well as it can a person?

CBT is all about breaking unhelpful mental patterns. It’s also about the art of the possible. Under pressure at work? Find one request you can reasonably make of your boss. Determined to run a marathon to feel better about being obese? Start by using the stairs instead of a lift.

In politics, focusing on the big picture can often seem overwhelming. The future is bleak; there are a lot of battles that the forces of liberalism seem unlikely to win. When I think of Trump in the White House, Erdogan imprisoning critics in Turkey, martial law in the Philippines – I could continue – I curl up and go back to bed. When I think about the two refugee friends who I’ve got coming to stay next week, I scurry up and start readying

Elijah had hidden in a cave

Fearful of Queen Jezebel’s rage

God was polite

He would whisper in the night

Religion is a support not a cage.

I wish I could hear that small voice

That whispered in my ear was a choice.

After the wind and the rain

The fire was no pain

Did God whisper because he was hoarse?

This world has got depths we can’t see

As the butterfly said to the tree

He dove into a flower

sipped nectar for an hour

As the fish swam down deep in the sea

https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2013/oct/09/mark-forsyth-the-horologicon-top-10-lost-words?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

Uhtceare is an Old English word that refers to anxiety experienced just before dawn. It describes that moment when you wake up too early and can’t get back to sleep, no matter how tired you are, because you’re worried about the day to come.

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2026/nov/05/art-health-eyeroll-dose-wellbeing-lists?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

Do it yourself

Autumn’s coming,geese fly by,
Autumn,rust,red,gold,so gay
Drystone walls edging fields.
Apples gathered,holly berries
Flash so brightly,look like flowers
Sun shines sideways,shadows long
Of trees appear.I dwell among
Woods where gentle beeches sing
Swaying with the sideward wind

See their roots, all intertwined.
Feel their geometry in your mind.
Look up now into the sky,
See the V formation high.

Geese fly home at end of day.

My heart is moved by patterned dance
In this peace and great silence
My mind widens like the sky
And in this moment I would die,
So I could stay with this still vision
Of geese set out on autumn mission.

Snails in rain pools slither near
My feet upon the terrace here
Yet how swiftly life’s destroyed
When blind foot steps into the void.

Keir Starmer v  Che Guevara

Rachel Reeves…. falling leaves

Wesley streeting, plotters meeting 

Job vacancies

Corridor cleaners are paid £20 an hour in the Old Whittington Hospital. Patients waiting in A&E can be taken on in these jobs for all  or part of a day. It’s a good way to keep fit while you’re waiting instead of lounging in a chair weeping with pain drinking hospital tea Where do they buy their tea from by the way? I suppose if the tea was good quality then folk would walk in from the street and pretend to be ill just so they could get a cup of free tea who knows maybe people are already doing that

The prime minister sounds like a mother of young children when he says that he didn’t look at the welfare bill properly because he was distracted by  foreign policy

I know that feeling when you would have loved to make your husband a wonderful dinner but you were distracted by the baby’s potty

My I goodness I’ I’m completely out of date who makes their husband’s dinner now? Who who even has a husband now? And if you do would you dream of making his dinner rather than lying down anything and eating a Mars bar ice cream?

I ate one in alderburgh  I look at Me now!

What with that and the scar from my surgery I could be in the fairground frightening children or men

Che Guevara don’t eat llama

Vote for starmer it will keep you calmer

Work from your bed or you.will go to prison instead

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47254/gerontion

Mary decided that the best way to dress for early summer would be cotton trousers and  Dash cotton tops she bought from eBay.

How do you like this one? She asked her friend Annie after she showed her a top that has arrived the same morning.

It had a swirly yet geometric design in black and white

I like it very much but it could give someone migraine

Well that’s not my problem, said Mary.

If certain patterns are dangerous then the government should make them illegal

It would definitely make a change to hear prime minister’s question time if they were arguing about patterns and designs especially those on women’s clothing. I I’m tired of all the racism and lies that are being displayed everywhere and talked about and written about as well.

And I am tired of hearing people use the name of Jesus Christ as a weapon against Islam.

Yes I really get angry when I hear people call themselves Christians when they are doing bad things to others and I don’t just mean telling lies or stealing.

Anyway Mary, I can see there’s a pair of denim culottes on your bed.

Yes I just found them in the spare room. What do you think of them?

As long as they cover your knees I think they’re very good for summer.

I suppose they will be cooler than trousers, Mary said thoughtfully. But why should one wear those instead of a skirt?

Well they must be in fashion said Annie nervously. It’s more normal now for women to wear trousers and these are a version of trousers.

I wonder what would happen if all women decided to become trans men because that’s the way things seem to be moving,

What do you mean?

When we were young women never wore trousers. They were thought to be immodest

But mostly everybody wanted a clear distinction between men and women.

Does that sound as if people don’t think there is a clear distinction?

I suppose it does

And since those distinctions were used to keep women subservient to men then why should we keep them?

I can hear someone saying where will it all end.

Indeed where will it all end when women become trans men and some men become trans women and in any case if they’re not white they’re all being deported to the Congo. Or anywhere else that want some money

Well maybe it’s time we had some lunch. We were only meant to be discussing my summer wardrobe not the state of Britain but can these things be separated?

Maybe the culottes are a good idea because they combine masculinity and femininity and they also let plenty of air onto the lower part of your body which is perfect for hot weather as long as there are no flying ants or wasps about.

No wonder Mary is not dressed  by lunch time.

She is not in employment so she can get dressed whenever she wants to.

How difficult is this to live with all these problems.

Maybe it’s best if you buy a uniform If you’re small enough you can buy a school uniform. 000 but then some people would buy uniforms for public schools and those of us who couldn’t afford that could get very annoyed or jealous.

It seems as if there is no peaceful solution to anything nowadays.

Given that Britain is going to become extremely hot in the near future perhaps it’s better if everybody wears dresses like the paramedic friend of Mary’s called Dave.

We could be Newtons too if we awoke

Used our senses and our minds combined

So our days would not go up in smoke.

With willing vision and our thoughts we’re live.

But stepping into places yet unknown

We need great courage when we are  alone

It’s harder still for those who cannot trust.

In the end we all must fall to dust

When we walked  I  held your hand in mine

We walked  round a small lake  to see geese fly

We  sauntered, in a rhythm were aligned

Time had stopped, the geese  in circles climbed

Then swept  onto the path as we came by

When we walked  I  held your hand in mine

Like a natural god, the geese divine

Landed  in their beauty with a sigh

We  entered  a new rhythm, were aligned

On the shining water  geese in line

Float and hunt for food with little cries

When we walked  I  held your hand in mine

 In our garden for your love I pine

I may never love another  till I die

We  sauntered, in a rhythm were aligned

God is on the mountain with his lyre

Singing of the beauty of desire

When we walked  I  warmed your hand in mine

We  lived attuned  to love  until you died

https://www.bbc.co.uk/bitesize/articles/zmpxbdm#zpwm7yc

I am sorry that going to the pain in my hands at the moment I cannot do copying and pasting but this article is very worthwhile and it includes a video

It’s hard to find something at the right level and it does not make you have to memorize lots of long names that you will never really find useful in your writing

Because what matters is to write not to fast examinations about writing although it’s obviously very useful to know as much as you can manage of techniques even if you  don’t want to use them.

I knew myself in his face when he lived

But now I have no mirror,I’m alone.

I learned myself reflected in his love.

An actual mirror seems like a dull stone

I was alive when mirrored his eyes

For those who hate us do not give us life.

What’s the answer when the loved one dies?

Without a husband there can be no wife.

All alone my blood seems not to flow.

The wellspring of my heart is arid,dry.

My hands curl up protective on my heart

I have no tears and so I cannot cry.

Yet I bleed inside from every part.

So where is my reflection, where my grace?

I can’t live without his tender face

Stan was a very naughty man because he winked at his dear wife before dying and she had no chance to respond. That is so typical of Stan, she said to Annie, her best friend. Well, at least he went peacefully.Annie replied in a kindly tone And to think I had just bought him 6 new pairs of pyjamas. You can’t blame him for that.You always buy too much, Annie murmured politely Well, I suppose I like to be prepared, Mary muttered.I felt so helpless as he went thinner and thinner. What are you going to do with them all, Annie whispered. There’s only one solution.I’ll have to find a man to fit the pyjamas and marry him That’s a strange way of choosing a new husband, Annie said in a shocked voice. In the end however rational we try to be, life is down to luck. Yes, didn’t Churchill say, chance favours the prepared mind? It wasn’t Churchill, it was Blaise Pascal.Mary told her in of voice rich with wisdom to Well, why not marry him? He sounds intriguing He’s dead, Mary responded succinctly

Oh, what a pity.He sounded just right for you, Annie said tearfully.Are we going to the funeral? I am afraid he died before we were born, Mary said in an anguished tone.
, he’s no use.Anyone else you fancy?How about Dante? Annie screamed Which Dante do you mean?I thought he was Italian, Mary informed her. It’s not far by plane, though Brexit might be a problem, Annie said wisely. Let’s be realistic.No dead, great genius will be revived by the Lord to marry me.Mary said as if she were lecturing to a big class on differential geometry and its use in economics.No wonder we had the Depression That might be blasphemy, Annie informed her.After all, if God is omnipotent he can do anything at all. To me, he sometimes seems incompetent, said Mary wildly.And of all the lonely people in the world, why should he aid me in my grief? Anway male geniuses are very demanding.I think a cook or chef might be more practical. Oh, look, we’ve missed Mass again. We’ve not been for 40 years and just when we decided to go we started talking about these powerful creatures and a husband for you Never mind, why don’t we wait till Xmas? And so say all of us.

We think we are unique, special and deserving of happiness, but we are terrified of being alone. We declare that personal freedom and autonomy is both a right and good, but we think anyone who exercises that freedom autonomously is ‘sad, mad or bad’. Or all three at once. https://www.goodreads.com Sara Maitland Quotes – Goodreads

There is a sentence often spoke
In jest or repartee:
“See how the cookie crumbles,mate.
Why don’t you have more tea?”

But my cookies don’t crumble
They bend in multi-ways.
Why here are some I made for you
Only yesterday.

You want to know why cookies bend?
Well,mine are made from rubber.
They look impressive on the plate…
As good as any other.

But when you pick one up to start
And press it in your hands
It does not crumble,but just falls
Into a thousand rubber bands.

The guests suffer embarrassment
As they gaze down in dismay.
But the children and the dogs and cats
are happy as they play.

I gave my lover,one cookie
I gave him three or four
But he was never satisfied
Until I gave him more.

Then when I met him later on
He seemed to be in pain…
And claims his doctor told him off
For eating food again.

So now I’m having lessons
In how to bake real fakes.
It’s called the Oxymoron Class
And you should see our cakes.

I made one,I made two,
I made fifty four.
But now the freezer’s full right up
So I can’t make no more.

I want some crumbly cookies,
But mother doesn’t know.
She has gone to heaven above…
Oh,how I miss her dough!

https://dalspace.library.dal.ca/bitstream/handle/10222/63097/dalrev_vol61_iss1_pp39_51.pdf?sequence=1

“When we look into Keats’s expressions of conflict between
imagination and reality we can see the roots of this conflict in the
problem of identity. Keats wrote about the sunset, the sparrow, the
mythological figure as if he had lost his identity in the object. He
experienced these identifications sometimes with a sense of discovery
and sometimes with fear or irritability. Eventually, Keats began to see
that his identity would not be maddened by his imagination and could
be strengthened by it. He realized, in other words, “that a not inconsiderable increase in psychical efficiency” can result “from a disposition
which in itself is perilous.” In-the four years we know Keats as a letter
writer and a poet, we can see the development of his capacity for
retaining a sense of identity even when seized by powerful or seductive
visions. This is the development–the turning of a weakness into a
strength, both as artist and as man-that accounts for many apparent
contradictions in Keats’s thought. The language of negative capability
has been difficult because it suggests a puzzling oxymoron- a negative
and a positive. The figure presents two aspects of a dual process, the
first part of which, in its partial renunciation of control, can be felt as a
negative, while the second, or alternating, state recreates and is felt as a
capability. The creative process in some of its operations posed
dangers for Keats’!; identity. But by the spring of 1819, the period of the
great odes, there appears a new strength in the second aspect of
negative capabilily imagination”

A needle, pen or life itself have points

To sew, to write, to beautify or haunt.

.Our hands and minds, creative in intent

Give our lives their point, their way. their bent..

The long hands of the clock to numbers guide The fingers on the the gun this life deride.

The hand of fate without our will can point

The demons in the dream may rudely taunt.

Our lips may tighten when we are enraged

When others in our lives direct our page

Our words are stuck, we cannot let them out

So we never learn the truth ” about” Fingers pull the trigger,use the switch ..

The world destroyed in pointless rhetoric

Stan’s new laptop computer with Windows 8.1 seemed very good but he had discovered that “superfish “was installed on Lenovo computers for a few months and it is adware with a malicious aspect getting a false trusted certificate into the registry.So Mary had read. What a pest when this happens. to stupid young or old folk.Mary was about to fix it manually, but first she went the hairdresser, a new and gentle Turkish lady.When Mary went she always said just take a little off the ends but the hairdressers usually took no notice…possibly because they knew she was often daydreaming and musing and unaware of recent trends So today she came out with a bob long at the sides and short at the back.She had noticed this on other women around the town so she was now on trend for once though Stan her over virile and naughty spouse would probably hate it as he liked her wild look.Even though she nevr wore the thick makeup and turquoise eyeliner of her friend Annie. What is that big white dressing in your cleavage,madam, the manager asked Mary courteously Oh,it’s where they accidentally sprayed frozen nitrogen over an open wound she said.The doctor was a bit drunk I think but can you blame them when they are so poorly paid? How can they afford brandy then,he asked curiously.Or is it white spirit or some chemical? I have no idea said Mary.We never learned that at Yoxford.Differential equations,yes.People,no So emotional intelligence was not taught? he enquired tactlessly. yet thoughtfully How could such narrow minded scholars teach that,Mary replied pensively.They have none.Or not much.Well.they could download it from the web.A self teaching aid.There’s a creative notion,she told herself.. But why do we have to learn it @Mary continued quietly.Is it not part of our natural development like learning to speak? Even Wittgenstein did not speak till he was four and he was never happy but is it normal to be happy when the world is so de-sacralised and bankers steal from the poor and men make whores from young immigrant women who have no idea where to get help.What type of man wishes to have sex with poor, terrified girls? Are people really depressed now or are they seeing a horrible reality in their world; where military solutions are sought for impossible situations…. fascinating though awful but I must dash home now as my thin old husband needs me to feed him and he is so sweet..goodbye for today.She rushed out without paying but they all knew who she was, When Mary opened the front door of her detached bijou residential red brick home she heard Emile the little cat sobbing under the bureau in the entrance hall. I thought superfish were real fish and I wanted to eat them for my dinner,he told her artfully between sobs Would you like some sardines in olive oil;it might make your fur shine and impress your lady friend,Ariel…..7 Yes,please,Emile mewed.Yum,yum.love Ariel.Love you,Mary, What next for this resilient,beautiful and highly unemotionally intelligent lady, we may wonder …. a new boyfriend or two or proof that God must exist but only as a transcendental number…so one can really count on him at times of danger even though as a decimal he was non repeating and endlessly changing,just like a woman one might say.Though women are very various and not all the same.That’s where the Trinity comes in handy.What would we do without it….. may God bless us and drag us out of the mire of sin we are stuck in.Amen. Share this:

Walking on the long white shore with you

The perfect sands, the sky and sea so blue The rippling waves made patterns on our shoes Oh,come back,sweetheart ,I can’t bear your loss

The church at Old Hunstanton has a pond

Ducks and geese were waiting for more food

The silence was enormous, like the sky

Interrupted by a wild bird’s cry

At Brancaster we nearly met our deaths

Cut off by a wave behind our backs Young and green ,we knew no panic then

But now I feel it as I walk alone Without my anchor I may float away

A little speck of dust in that wide bay