He had such a good session,it was enough to make a even a Freudian skip.
Her sudden marriage was a complete wombshell to us all… except the babe.
Have you never said something you meant?
He hit the dog with his Freudian whip..
She’s having a hip replacement… so Freud might wonder, what about her penis envy? Why stop at a hip when you can go the whole flog?
You may   leperously need to be analysed when you have had dreams of whorey ghosts knitting…
Do they smoke and say,”Spook, no hands?”

• When yet another lover flees my bed
  and leaves me cold and lonely in the night,
  I wonder if it’s unkind words I’ve said,
  Or is it that my eyes have lost their light?

  I lure them in with all my female arts.
  They feel I’m like a spider with a trap.
  to lure ,devour,digest my foolish guests,
  They think there should be warnings on the map,

  But some who find me feel they have been blessed.
  I give them my attention and desire
  I give them gentle care and sing sweet songs.
  I give them comfort like a winter fire

  Oh,come back ,sweet one,don’t desert me yet,
  The clothes I washed for you are still quite wet.

I came home and told my mother I had done well in the end of term reports

Top class in obstinacy.
An alpha double plus in sulking.
And a prize for being the most introverted pupil since records began in 1066

So she said You’d better be a writer.Telling lies like that will be an asset…
I said,they are not lies,mother.They are judgments.
So she said,how about doing law?
Law,I said,I need creativity…
So she said,chance would be a fine thing.BTW How did you do in maths?
I’m not doing maths,mother.
She said,so why are you reading,Algebraic Topology for Dummies.
I said,Is that maths?
So she said,you tell me..what else could it be?
Poetry,I cried…
So she said,Well you could have fooled me…..where are the rhymes,the meter and the verses..
I told her,poetry is an attitude of mind…..
And she said she did mind and made me cook the tea..I never knew before that you didn’t just brew it.. so we had tea sandwiches and lice cream and then read Hobson’s Voice.What fun it was being an adolescent.Why if I’d known suicide existed I’d have plunged right in,if you see what I keen

Waxy flowers poking through
Snow so white
Flowers bright.
Made me think of you.

I see once more your dark red hair,
Soft as snow,
On pillow.
Now my bed is bleak and bare

,
Face alight,flower to sun,
I loved you.
Love so  true.
Fear by love,overcome.

Cyclamen in  the snow,
Pink and red,
Now frozen,dead.
Love was,oh,so long ago.

But never gone from in my mind.
Thoughts so deep,
Upwards seep.
Love was gentle,love was kind,


Always in my mind

“You’ve gotta dance like there’s nobody watching,

Love like you’ll never be hurt,

Sing like there’s nobody listening,

And live like it’s heaven on earth.”

― William W. Purkey

Should all who live be forced into a mould
and aberrations be abhorred like fleas?
Are we who differ thrown into the cold…
Or tossed alive into green wintry seas?

The mere normal’s a poor measure of life.
For what is normal,how is it defined?
And is peace normal,or should we say it’s strife?
And what is normal speech?Is it refined?

Each of us has need to find a place
Where we can stand as on a hidden rock.
We need true pride and  with it we need grace.
Soon then our precious talents will unblock
,
In strangeness even oddness,there’s much good,
Let’s kill not hope; let’s change our hearts to glad.

To come: plea for a measure of animosity!

This is article very interesting especially as we rarely learn much now about the connection of English with Old Norse.No doubt the Government don’t believe it will add to our ability to gain employment stacking the freezers in supermarkets with horsemeat burgers or similar activities.

I found this in wilipedia .. link below

Etymology

The word window originates from the Old Norse ‘vindauga’, from ‘vindr – wind’ and ‘auga – eye’, i.e. “wind eye”. In Norwegian Nynorsk and Icelandic the Old Norse form has survived to this day (in Icelandic only as a less used synonym to gluggi), in Swedish the word vindöga remains as a term for a hole through the roof of a hut, and in the Danish language ‘vindue’ and Norwegian Bokmål ‘vindu’, the direct link to ‘eye’ is lost, just like for ‘window’. The Danish (but not the Bokmål) word is pronounced fairly similarly to window.

Window is first recorded in the early 13th century, and originally referred to an unglazed hole in a roof. Window replaced the Old English ‘eagþyrl’, which literally means ‘eye-hole,’ and ‘eagduru’ ‘eye-door’. Many Germanic languages however adopted the Latin word ‘fenestra’ to describe a window with glass, such as standard Swedish ‘fönster’, or German ‘Fenster’. The use of window in English is probably due to the Scandinavian influence on the English language by means of loanwords during the Viking Age. In English the word fenester was used as a parallel until the mid-18th century and fenestration is still used to describe the arrangement of windows within a façade. Also, words such as “defenestration” are in use, meaning to throw something out of a window.

From Webster’s 1828 Dictionary: Window, n. [G. The vulgar pronunciation is windor, as if from the Welsh gwyntdor, wind-door.][3]

Let us awake from phantasy’s shadow,
to dwell again in this sweet meadow.
And know that in each human being,
It is ourselves whom we are seeing.

This is a beautiful,beguiling short story.. don’t miss it.Elan is a wondrous writer

Of red and white and blue

Each pen a different hue.

I  send my words anew

To he whom once I knew

I have always liked Chesterton

The world perishes not from bandits and fires, but from hatred, hostility, and all these petty squabbles. -Anton Chekhov