Day: September 26, 2014

The most introverted pupil of them all

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

My favorite flower

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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

When friendship and esteem have been foregone

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When we have strangled virtue before birth
And evil thoughts are all that we can find
We cannot take a draught of cheerful mirth;
Escape from this black prison in the mind.

When friendship and esteem have been foregone
And lone as buzzards circling are our hearts.
Remembrance of past joys will never come
And soon from us the last love will depart.T

When wickedness draws down our minds to die
And hatred seems to cloud the very sky,
When we don’t watch the winter geese go by
When all we do is moan and weep and sigh

Let’s keep in mind there’s much we have not lost;
Hold well our hearts till this dark grief has passed.

Live like it’s heaven on earth

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“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

“Plea for a measure of abnormality”

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
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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!