Day: October 28, 2014

Nerves that wave

Good morning,Ms Brown
Gosh,you are so utterly politically correct ,doctor
In my view,it matters only for us to be medically correct,dear.And grammatically,of course.
How true, noble sire.
Now, what’s the problem today,madame?
It’s my nerves,doctor.I hate them so much I feel almost  derisory..which is totally crackers nowadays with so many street drugs to take one’s mind out of this world.
What’s wrong with your nerves to make you feel like this all of a sudden?
I think they are too big,mein herr.Can I have plastic surgery on them to replace then with plastic ones .I mean artificial like dentures are for teeth that drop out?
My dentist tells me my nerves are double the average size. for humans
But what is the standard deviation? Averages are no use alone.I wish people learned this in school
How dare you say that! I have never deviated in any way.And I’ve never been average… and surely double the average size must mean something gross is going on?
What a pity this is.You are a very charming and glamorous lady…I say that only to comfort you,not to seduce you which is illegal anyway,even if I wanted to do.Which I deny absolutely;
Well,my nerves feel like long wild grasses waving in a cold westerly breeze in a great big meadow in Hartland,North Devon where many lips have cracked.And sailors drowned off shore too…why some even drowned on the shore and their ghosts still wander below the sheer and terrifying cliffs of alabaster and silver.
Have you ever though of writing narrative or lyrical poetry or even romantic novels?
What,write poetry with nerves like this?Do you think I’m a masochist or what?
Well, you could try using a pen or a keyboard,you know. Now,God has given some of us larger nerves than others.It’s an evolutionary advantage to have some sensitive people about,like the canaries in the coal mines.They feel trouble coming before the rest of humankind
That’s hardly any use to me as I am childless and can’t pass it on.
God didn’t know that when he created you.Or if he did,he knew with nerves like this motherhood would be perilous and at least you can be a human canary
Well,is there any surgery to help me or any other amelioration to my symptoms?
Apart from removing your head there’s not much I can suggest at this moment in time,right now, if you want a verdict.Perhaps you can plant some wild flowers amid these long waving grasses and enjoy the beauty that you will perceive in summertime if you can be patient
You’re an odd doctor compared to the usual one.
Actually I’m really the computer repair man.The system has crashed and so has the doctor…temporarily
I knew you looked different but I put it down to my giant nerves disturbing my vision…
So will you come back to see the doctor later?He is just in the pub drinking blackcurrant liqueur for his nerves!
What’s it got to do with you if I come back again or not?
I love your mind,I love your body .I love your tentacles,receptacles and all your past and future particles.I love every bit of you especially your nerves.I always liked a woman with very big nerves.
Really? Well,that’s cheered me up a great deal.I like the beast in man.How about my wild grasses?
I love those too.Why,I’d like to lie down amongst them if you catch my drift.
Can you read between the lines or write between them?
Have you ever thought of taking up psychotherapy?
I prefer to help computers.Hearing sad stories from disturbed folk all day must be draining as you can’t run out when you get overwhelmed like you can at parties
Yes,but it would be horribly fascinating to hear all these stories.And now I am off to the garden centre to buy some flower seeds.
I’d give you some seeds myself but it would be wrong to sow your field here in this office and the doctor might come in any time now which would be a trifle unseemly.
Well,he could sow his wild oats as well!
What a wicked woman you are;I love your mind.You seem quite out of the orddinary… please keep your big nerves.
I am only offering this with the aim of calming those huge nerves .I am not thinking of enjoying lust or of how romantic you seem and how artistically  brilliantlu you are dressed and your golden curls and blue clothes.And your cleverness.
I quite understand.I shall keep it all under my hat. if you see what I mean
It’s an amazing red hat.Are you a Cardinal?
No,I stole it off one
I’d love to hear the whole story….who,when and where?
Well,I hope to publish it on Swindle soon.
We can’t wait.

Neither can I

It’s my nerves,doctor

Good morning,Ms Brown
Gosh,you are politically correct doctor
In my view,it only matters for us to be medically correct,dear.
How true,sire.
Now, what’s the problem today.madam?
It’s my nerves,doctor.I hate them
What’s wrong with them to make you feel like this?
I think they are too big.Can I have plastic surgery on them to replace then with plastic ones .I mean artifical like dentures?The dentist tells me my nerves are double the average size.
But what is the standard deviation?Averages are no use alone.I wish people learned this in school
How dare you say that!I have never deviated in any way.And I’ve never been average
What a pity.You are a very charming and glamorous lady…I say that only to comfort you.
Well,my nerves feel like long wild grasses waving in a cold westerly breeze in a meadow in Hartland,North Devon where many lips have cracked.And sailors drowned too
Have you ever though of writing narrative or lyrical poetry?
What,write poetry with nerves like this?
Well, you could try using   a pen,you know; Now,God has given some of us larger nerves than others.
It’s an evolutionary advantage to have some sensitive people about.Like the canaries in the coal mines.They feel trouble coming before the rest of humankind
That’s hardly true for me as I am childless.
God didn’t know that when he created you.Or if he did,he knew with nerves like this motherhood would be perilous
Well,is there any surgery to help me or any other amelioration?
Apart from removing your head/brain there’s not much I can suggest.Perhaps you can plant some wildflowers amid these long waving grasses and enjoy the beauty that you perceive.
You’re a funny doctor compared to the usual one
Actually I’m the computer reprair man.The system has crashed.
I knew you looked different but I put it down to my nerves disturbing my vision
So will you come back to see the doctor later?
What’s it got to do with you?
I love your mind,I love your ass! I love your tentacles and all your past particles.
I love every bit of you especially your nerves.I always liked a woman with big nerves.
Really?Well,that’s cheered me up a great deal.I like the beast in man.How about my wild grasses?
I love those too.Why,I’d like to lie down amongst them if you catch my drift.
Can you read between the lines or write between them?Have you ever thought of taking up psychotherapy?
I prefer to help computers.Hearing sad stories from disturbed folk all day must be draining
Yes,but it would be horribly fascinating.And now I am off to the garden centre to buy some flower seeds.
I’d give you some seeds myself but it would be wrong to sow your field here in this office and the doctor might come in any time now
Well,he could sow his wild oats as well!
What a wicked woman you are.You like a threesome?
I am only offering this with the aim of calming these huge nerves of mine.I am not thinking of lust
I quite understand.I shall keep it all under my hat if you see what I mean
It’s an amazing red hat.Are you a Cardinal?
No,I stole it off one
You seem very naughty!
I am very naughty!
Ou est la plume de ma tante?
J’enchant

mon petit point

 

Love knows what to do

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Some folk are made of rubber
Some folk are made of glass
And when the stormy winds blow
Rubber lets it pass.

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Some folk have eyes like water

Some have eyes like ice

And when we’re introduced to them

We do not look there twice.
Some folk have learned to use us;
;Some folk give us respect.
With those who cannot see us
We cannot  connect.
Some folk where born  to sunshine
Some folk were born to storm
And fears imagined in the mind
Can cause such dreadful harmOh,hold me to your bosom
Oh.hold me close to you
Some folk were made to hate and fear
But love knows what to do.

 

Oh.love knows what to do.

Love knows what to do.

A love song with a different flavour

Your skin glows like an old lemon which someone left in the fridge for two years or more.
It blossoms as rudely as the nastiest weeds in springtime.
My yearning heart rises to your thunderous voice and leaps like a pig at the whisper of your name,Ratbag.
The evening ascends like a lion on a great Kentucky Fried Chicken Wing.
I am calmed by your vests that I carry to clean  the car headlights.
And hold in my hand when I have run out of Kleenex tissues.
I am filled with dismay that I may need to dry your tears of shame.
Yet you ignore mine as ever.You forget I am a woman.

As my right eye falls on my blue shawl,alas it reminds me of our unmade blue bed once more.
I shall not forget it for my self esteem is low
and it’s a year since I changed the sheets.
In the hushed yet noisy night,I listen for the last tweets of the autumn and look forward to an icy winter of miscontent
sleeping with the cats on the internet highway
My overheated heart leaps into my  hot red mouth.
My lipstick is fading away with shock.
I wait in the faint moonlight for your secret bank check
So that we may strive as one mad being
in search of a  golden ring
Symbolic of ambivalent married love that has passed its sell by date
But still has some intrigue remaining.
I never met anyone as dreadful,sweet and ugly as you.
I love you,Loonie.You are mine forever

We hear God howl

I learned an  ‘ymn in our old kirk.
I realized then that God don’t work.
I think he  offen laughs and cries.
When one thing grows,another dies.
We went t’t  church and we all sang.
The organ played and the big bells rang.
We  heard no answer then
till a strange loud voice called out,”Ah! Men!”
I want to think  we were made to sing.
What but joy can we each bring?
The psalms will comfort us at night.
And in the dawn we see the Light.
Then we rise up and our songs float out.
The cats miaow as they run about.
The dogs join in to bark and growl.
And from the sky we hear God howl…..

Ah,men

The TV /computer screen is a window

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The TV screen is a window into another world.Unlike the window in the front room here,it does not show real people going about their affairs.No.it shows a world which has been carefully constructed.Some programs are beautiful.Some nowadays are live shows where people meet various challenges.Sometimes these can be very damaging,as can live interviews.It;s strange to see one’s PM wearing makeup.And that’s the least of it!

You can watch violence,murder or pornography if you wish or hear orchestras playing your favorite music.Extend your choice with DVD’s.Spend all your life glued to the screen….which glue is best?I’ll let you know soon.

Then there are the political aspects..I did not watch much of the grand funeral of our ex PM Maggie Thatcher but I saw enough to show it’s been used by the current government to raise their own esteem in the public eye.A politician should never have a funeral with military honors with the coffin on a gun carriage pulled by horses and the same week poor families had their welfare cut back.Ten million pounds on this event which also was very provocative to the worst off members of society.

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They can construct this kind of event and by means of it manipulate our feelings.State and ceremonial funerals are for the Royal Family who are above party politics or for someone like Churchill who led us through the fight against Nazi Germany.

Windows…. like dreams…. think about whether someone is presenting you with a view for their own ulterior motives and not to enlarge your view of the world… ask yourself who you are alowing into your inner sanctum

Humour

.April 2013 – Margaret Thatcher dies.
May 2013 – Hell privatised.