Day: January 6, 2014

How I began on the internet

 

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When I was at University I spent  years studying mathematics.But I always liked poetry and novels.My school thought I should study English Literature,but to me that wc as not a creative activity.The way we were taught was to criticize books,plays,poems by many famous writers [mostly men!]

Three in one

Praying

I didn’t want to criticize only.I wanted to write but I never thought I could.I followed my career as a mathematician until my vision deteriorated.I could not read mathematical symbols anymore.Still it had earned me a living

YOU IS SO MUCH FUN,ME IS NOT SO DONE YOU IS SO MUCH FUN,ME IS NOT SO DONE

I began going to an Art Class as I wanted to  see as much as I could. in case my vision got worse,I was so  very  embarrassed because all the others were very good whereas I had no idea what all the terms meant [Even for pencil drawing ].I was afraid but I kept going and did learn to look at the world differently.At that time I .I had not got a computer.Later I could not get to the class but did more here at home

Two cats

Two cats

I bought my laptop and after some time I discovered digital art.I had no books about it so I just played.I found Microsoft Paint inviting and simple.Later I found Artweaver and Paint.net which I used to manipulate my photographs

Lily pond

Lily pond

I only took photos because by error I bought a phone with a camera on it.Next time I’ll tell you how I wrote my first poems

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I like blue

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When you said love

When you said love,it was not what women hope
For cutting out my heart was no mean feat.
Your wicked love and hatred telescoped
You looked on me as just a piece of meat.
When you were riled,you let your temper rip..
When you swore rage not love I had  dark doubt.s
From Cupid’s cup, you merely took a sip.
You left the cup upturned in  dismal drought.
When you repent,you never let it show.
When you do wrong,you keep your mind alone..
But truth and pain admitted are no blow.
But  hate locked in will cause both tears and groans.
Your charm had won me like a butterfly
Your humid hatred   makes me flutter by.

Are you offputting or outtaking?

 

6422289_64198f440b_s1Do you have trouble mating with people’s eyes on the bus?
Are you unable to make the small talk?
Do you hate to sit at round tables?
Do you forget to sweep you partner when you get home from work?
Do you love systems of all types and types who possess symptoms?
Do you feel wry at parties?
Do you prefer staying at home with a cook?
Do you like to meet people one by one in alphabetical order rather than in groups?
Do you like to use only seven letter words?
Do you like writing offensive letters?
Do you constantly apologise and speak in a whisper?
Are you always putting of sex?
Or is sex offputting to you?
Do you eat cat food to save cooking?

Do you often wreak havoc?

Well,eff off.I don’t want to hear from you.Ciao!

Elegy for Mihalyi Csikzentmihalyi

Mihalyi was a saint of sorts;

he improved, with his search for understanding,

the lives of so many yearning writers;

the lame in spirit heard his Zen like words.

He could not have imagined the journey

From Hungary to Zurich to Chicago

A glimpsed mandala led to the heart of the impossible image

How did he learn to trust the flow?

The Rhine flowing down to the North Sea

May start as some minute spring

At the confluence of the gravity of water and earth.

And those then who have cast their nets into that sea

May bring in treasures not found in the business of cities.

At the first sighting,the image seemed hazy

Then the words began to flow like current through a wire.

Like a river cutting slowly through rocks of marble,

like an unknown sage from the Himalyan Alps

who had kissed the lips of his muse more than once

As she floated like a ghost, no,more like music

Tracing concentric spheres into the air

Till the universe was singing.

What was most human was his appetite,his love.

Touch the hem of his garment,follow your flow

Cut your path through the hard darkness until you find

The sunlit sea you were made to swim in

Gaze lovingly

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They lay down in awe and fear,
Of what their love was bringing near.
They gazed into each other’s eyes
And so did rhapsodise.

They lay down to gaze into
the eyes and soul and heart so true.
They gazed until,when overcome,
They were united into one.

Their souls and bodies were conjoined,
And thus their hearts were well entwined;
As honeysuckle on the walls,
In joy’s sweet arbours does grow tall.

Their loving lips and eyes and hands
Gave pause to time’s soft flowing sands;
And while they touched and gazed so long,
The birds sang out in glorious songs.

The eyes are mirrors to the soul,
and love will make us grow more whole.
Gaze lovingly on humankind and hold care in your mind

Your face tells me you lied when love you wrote

I wear my heart displayed upon my face.
Attentive readers find their meaning there..
Where feelings thought too deep to be embraced
Can shine demurely where they do not scare.

As Freud observed we're never quite disguised
Betrayal is our body's real motif
The message comes conspicuous from the eyes..
Bright sparkles or your tears of blackest grief.

The answer to a question seemly leaps
So Yes or No is visibly revealed.
The blush that spreads so fast across the cheeks
Both bold and shy unable to conceal.

Your face tells me you lied when Love you wrote.
Yet let us part with song as we are poets.