Month: May 2011

Monday apples

Monday's apples
The shape of apples gives me joy
When I the artist’s eye employ.
They turn from something commonplace
Into being filled with grace.
I look at them without intent,
And so a new image is sent.
They symbolise the fruits of life,
And, for a moment, silence strife

The logic and the love

bewildered cat
I once loved a doctor of logic
He was spiritual though he was agnostic.
I enjoyed our long walks
When we both could talk.
In fact I found his company magic.
He was very knowledgeable about birds.
And he knew of the histories of words..
He loved the tall trees
And flowers filled with bees.
His voice was the gentlest I’ve heard

A love poem with a rather long tale

When we  humans are united
In the warm embrace of flesh.
We see the world all glowing gold
As our two souls enmesh,
Soul and body are a whole,
That sing to us their song.
Please bring your dear body back,
To where it still belong.
We’ll sit beside the oval lake
Where coots and moorhens float.
I’ll hold your hand and gaze at you,
If you read what I wrote!
If you’ll teach me Serbo-Croat
Whilst you tell me your anecdote.
While I play with the tv remote
While I look down your little red throat.
What is the gist of my thought?
If you tell me how many mords I have wrote.
What terrible trouble you’ve brought.
Do you think my new suit is too smart?
Since God knows what muck you have wrote.
And your adopted white billy goat.
Because I like your new overcoat.
Because you are whom I have sought.
Where’s all that hash you bought?
If you’ll buy me a lovely new coat.
If you only knew what I thought.
If all other things come to naught.
If you’ll give me that salmon you caught.
As I’m feeling so overky wrought.
If you write me a tender love note.
I’m admiring the moth on your coat.
If you promise to carry my tote.
I saw a bumble bee fly into your coat.
A bee wants a sniff at your throat.
God knows why I wrote what I wrote.
I blame the frog in my throat.
Shall we hire a small rowing boat?
Did you manage to sow a wild oat?
My plans seem to have all come to naught.
I am that lady you’ve caught.
What ethics and rules were you taught.
We could make love in this old rowing boat.
Would you like a small slice of cheese tart?
Wherever I look, there you aren’t!
I’m willing to try a la carte
Your gaze pierces me through like a dart.
Do you think we will do what we ought?
I feel like more toy dynamite.
I’m going off to fly my own kite.
We can make love but please do not bite.
I love to sit in this brilliant sunlight.
You have such a loving heart
You have such great loving art.
You love all post modern art.
Do you know who I aren’t?
Let’s all grow up and take part.
I’d love my own horse and cart
In my Play I’ll give you the best part.
I think this is heavenly art.
Oh,I just woke up with a start……………
I’d love to bake you a tart.
You can’t make a pint into a quart.
I’ll let you have the best part.
An owl wants to borrow your coat,
Did you pay for the work on your moat.
Can you teach me to read what I wrote?
Who wrote me the loveliest note ?
Woz you just an horny old goat.
I like cuisine if it’s haute.
I think my pants are too tight.
I love this silver moon light.
Sitting with the Lords by the moat.
Sculptures and prints of my goat.
You tell me the story of nought.
I’m admiring your brazen bold heart.
Brass comes in useful for art.
I regret when we do have to part.
My lips are beginning to smart.
Is this or isn’t it art?
Two answers are allowed ou your part,

Musing on my muse

  Poetry writing ‘s a great pleasure
The benefits are without measure.
I found a new perspective here,
More of love and less of fear
If I wait in reverie
My muse will sometimes contact me.
If I listen to her songs
I find out where my heart belongs.#
If i’m too full up with my own self,
She will not give me of her  wealth.
I must be empty to receive.
The insights which she wants to give.
But I am happy to be low,[? !]
The place  the snails and slugs all know.
I hold my hands to make a cup.
And so she comes and fills them up.
In the earth life starts and ends.And to earth we all descend.
We shall become the food for worms,
As in all life we take our turns.

                    Puzzled person?

Hail blithe people

I am posting mainly articles from the web  at the moment rather than my own work because I don’t know if anyone is reading that.I need feedback which I get on my other 2 blogs but not here.but the layout here is good for printing from.I know i don’t spend ours reading your blogs but on hubpages after one post i had seveal people commenting and that gave me a link immediately.I think I’ve had only 2 comments here since last September.I know I have a few readers so shall leave the  posts here for now.
I hope you get some pleasure from my posts.A bientot  [fat chance]

I sat in the art gallery

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Watching Plato shining torches into blackness,
Wandering through the galleries,
Sepia paintings of pines,
Pain came to the emptiness once my heart,
I sat picturing screaming Popes and babies.
Eastward, looking for fresh instruction,
My mind unpleated,like a pair of curtains
~Hung out to dry in equinoxal gales.
The bells of Satan’s cell phone
Rang again,startling in this silence.
“You had your smear done yet?”
“It’s me,hinny”
“I’m having coffee here in “Costa’s.”
Then I awoke,a man appeared.
How apposite,I need you,Ludwig!
I can’t fly my kite.

In the Science Museum,the mirror cracked
And from it stars flew out,
Adorning cars and bicycles and buses.
The building gently fell into its own reflection.
People flew out like gasping rockets,
Illuminating the blankness,
Calling “Is today the day?.”

Metaphors be with you

  Sky walker,copying and stealing verse,and other ideas

 From my blog:

Question: What did the poet say to Luke
Skywalker?
Answer: “Metaphors be with you.”
Metaphor.. my meat and drink.
Although I’m known for quaffing ink.
I need to play with words on line.
But writing proper poems takes time.
And I have no time to waste,
so I write by copy and paste.
A line from Donne a line from Blake,
George Herbert for goodness sake!
A bit of Shakespeare tossed and turned,
My poetry salads don’t yet earn.
Into the breach we’ll go dear friends
The Waste Land never seems to end.
To be or not to BBC ?
Shall we always disagree?
Chaucer I have not yet read.
Is it good when one’s in bed?
Look,stranger,on this island now,
it’s illegal to milk my cow.
And ,also, we do not roast geese.
Even when we have a feast.
Turning and turning in the gyre,
I think that church has got two spires.
The lake at Innisfree’s still there.
Is that where the Queen said prayers?
Who’d have thunk that Hughes and Plath
Never signed an autograph.
I like her poem about a mirror.
Some of them are full of horror.
Lay your sleeping head, my love,
On a brick or turtle dove.
I’m too tired to kiss you now,
I’ll massage your back with this pillow.
The bed’s too small for all of us
I suggest you try the bath.
If you put a duvet in
I believe i saw your twin
When did Herriot plough the fields?
Was Dover Beach where my skin peeled?
I forgot to put my sunscreen on,
Off they all go one by one.

Rrobert Louis Stevenson :a well known quote modernised to be appropriate for now

That person is a success who lived well, laughed often and loved much; Who has gained the respect of intelligent people and the love of children;
Who has filled thei rniche and accomplished their task;
Who leave the world better than they found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem or rescued soul;
Who never lacked appreciation of earth’s beauty or failed to express it;

Who looked for the best in others and gave the best they had.”
o

Old and English Reserves

What ever I write here
Is in English
So you must be able to read English.
Can you write too?
If so kindly leave a comment
Eve if it’s just
a
word
of
gratitude
be
cause
I put
some interesting
articles
for you
to read
don’t I
Asperger’s syndrome?
Or are you all bone idle nit wits?
I am
human
or huwoman.
I exist
I live
I feel
I’m here
for
you
but I’m getting
fed up
with the base
ingratitude.
I give you food
I
have pains
in my chilblains
I am  like you.
I thought
but now
I don’t
think i
want you to
be like me
because you’re all so horrible and lazy.

unless you are doctors
in A and E#
snatching a look
between wounds.
Or are you the Pope
Or Nick Clegg.
Who are you?

I guess it’s that old  English reserve
That we used to hear about.
Are you old,English and reserved
If so,I love you.

Do Carrots Really Improve Your Vision? by Dr. Georgianna Donadio/Whole Health and Nutrition Expert: at DailyStrength Doctors and Advisors

Do Carrots Really Improve Your Vision? by Dr. Georgianna Donadio/Whole Health and Nutrition Expert: at DailyStrength Doctors and Advisors: “- Sent using Google Toolbar”

Sleeping Free of Healthcare Fear | Common Dreams

Sleeping Free of Healthcare Fear | Common Dreams: “- Sent using Google Toolbar”

This is fascinating.a nurse who had fear and sleep problems when in the USA but went to Canada and was fine……………because of their healthcare system which is rather like the NHS.she didn’t know that it was fear about Healthcare ans i nsurance which was keeping her in such anxiety

The road not taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

I once fell in love with a pan

I once feel in love with a pan
It’s a well known phenomenon.
You go into the store
And right by the door
Is a pan with intrinsic elan.

This pan was made out of copper.
Just perfect for cooking our supper.
So I took out my plastic.
  Which is highly elastic!
I’m now quite the Princess of shoppers