Month: October 2014

New Bible Story

And it came to pass that they ate their dinner
and that she did washeth up.
And she did leave the dishes to drain
Whilst she put on the washing machine.
and the man was very pleased.

And it further came to pass
that she gave the man some pudding
and he was more pleased.
And then it came to pass the he fell asleep
By the fire.

And the Lord God,said
who is this man that sleepeth by his fire?
And He said,I shall waken him up
And the man awoke,
And God spake unto him

How is it that the woman laboureth in ye kitchen.
And that thou sleepeth here in an armchair.
And the man said,
But Thou didst order women to labour.
And the Lord God said unto the man
Why dost thou remember so selectively what I have said?
And the man said,
I knoweth not and therefore I will help this woman.
And the Lord God said,
Why dost thou not think of it thyself?
And the man said in reply,
It was Thou that made me,O God.

And the Lord God was displeased with the man.
so he called down a plague of butterflies
To prevent him from sleeping.
And when the woman came in
she was much pleased to see these butterflies
and so she fell onto the man
And he did make love unto her.
And the cat was very pleased.

For it thrilled a cat to watch humans loving
and gave him hope
That the Lord God would take his rib and make a mate for him.
And indeed it doth seem to have happened
Judging by all the cats staring in ye old window here;
And by their ecstatic yelps
That the Lord God was very generous with them
and made them many mates.
For truly there is no jealousy among them
And they mate freely and happily
and never have rows about the washing up..
as they eat straight from the can.Amen

Here endeth today’s lesson.
Be thou kind to thy mate always

Enchantment

How white and blue together recollect us
to the summer sky and the imagined swallows
darting in exquisite geometry
under the great domed space of the heavens,
like the Basilica in Constantinople
containing and giving space.
And how I held you for a moment that was infinite
and then you were gone like an angel fearing enchantment
into some finite boundaried world

My own blood

When the windows shattered
And the splinters flew in
You just made for the back door
And left me
not knowing where I could begin.

When the shards of glass hit me
And pierced my vulnerable skin
You were already going,
Leaving me
feeling you were an inhuman being.

When I fell down, covered in glass and bleeding,
And the storm raged on,
I didn’t look round because
I knew,I knew,I knew,
I knew you would be gone.
Gone.Gone.

Suddenly peace came,storm had quite
disappeared..
It was all over so quickly
Not as terrible as I feared.
My wounds were bad,I have to confess.
I had no bandage
Nothing with which to dress.

Gently I washed away the blood

Now I just have bruises

And a  dark shape

On the floor,where  you stood

Since that day,no storms have  come this way.
My wounds are healing
I have just one thing to say.
When the storm was so bad
You left me all alone…

but strangely since then
all is peace and calm.
Your absence has become
almost a balm.

But I hear stories of fierce storms rising up
In towns and villages
Not too far from here,where a dark man appears.

Seems like he’s running to get away
From some storm
But the storm’s inside him…
He gives it form.

So when the windows crashed in
And glass flew at my face
He left me all alone
In what, he thought,
was a very dangerous place.

Did he not pick me up
and carry me outside?
No,my darlings, he left me alone;
I might have died.

But since then
I lost a great burden…
And I lost a great feeling of shame.

Rise up,you women,bleeding and torn.
For on days like that,a new resolve is born.

While you live don’t accept all the blame.
Don’t live so long  in fear and in shame.
Rise up and find that calm
In the eye of the storm…
On days like this
a new woman’s soul is born.

A cat contemplates life with humans

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I’m sitting under the coffee table.As you know I am called Emile.So by  rights I should be given some cafe au lait in a traditional French style wide cup with a silver brim plus a matching saucer.I am shocked that Stan has never asked me to partake.I need a coffee break..it’s hard work spying all day!
I heard Anne talking on her mobile while Stan was looking for the graph paper.She must be talking to another woman…. she said she’s just bought some Revlon primer lotion to put under her light beige mousse foundation.Ye Gods,it sounds as if she’s painting the wall.She was moaning she can’t afford Lancome any more.Mousse foundation..that sounds tasty! She wants some heather coloured lipstick but she couldn’t find any.She’s put a new one on anyway and Stan came in to give his opinion:
Congratulations,Anne.You have found lipstick that’s exactly the same colour as your own lip .She was mortified.I could see tears in her eyes but luckily she had her waterproof mascara and purpleeyeshadow on.
Well,it makes me glad to be a cat…we have no need for skin products
and we have no lips as such.Why do humans have lips?Is it mainly for kissing?
And perfume………we like the natural odors but I’ve never seen Stan go up and sniff Anne’s netherregions…though I admit I took a sniff and she smells very intriguing… probably some musk she’s bought.
I envy Stan in a way.Because I’d like to kiss Anne but my lips are too small….I could lick hers with my little raspy tongue!
Maybe if she falls asleep i’ll have a go.i love that woman so..
A cat may look at a king,but can he lick a lady’s lips?
Well,must go and take a walk around my territory and sniff out who’s about….face primer.What next.Paint stripper? What a waste of time and money.I could be chasing dandelion clocks round the garden

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I threw my words up in the air

I threw my words up in the air
So they would fall at random.
I put some paper on the floor
For these words to land on.
They lay there like a shredded page.
I pushed them with my fingers.
Until I made a verse from them
Which suits wild drunken singers.
A Jackson Pollock of the page.
Post modern verbal mistress
As Picasso haunts Greek labyrinths
With post modern art’s distresses.

My mind unpleated

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,
Crying

“Is today the day?

In between two tears

Some evenings,the sky turned pink
We were happy,lying in the grass
Watching the sun set.
Arms around each other.
Seemed like eternal life had come
Earlier than forecast.
Those weathermen are always wrong!
They need new training
In that timeless moment
In between two raindrops,
In between two tears.

A true story we invent

No words of mine can potently display
the anguish and the joy that touch our lives;
yet all our ghostly forebears went this way
where words may pierce our hearts like sharpened knives.

No sentient being willingly at first
Accepts the pain that true perception brings.
Yet we must not take hearts to be a curse;
we need not flee from knowledge,though it stings.

Each day demands our thoughtfulness and love
from which all better action gently stems
each day the grace we have is just enough
as through the meta narratives we thumb.

For life’s but a true story we invent,
with passion and with purified intent

O bloggers.Go cubitum nunc quomodo

Ersatz raps

… Hoc est quod suus ‘recitari .. sana verba etiam aliquis constituitur poem.I

Source: K

 This is a sound poem so the language is not as important….it’s the sound… however Google translate is not very good as you may already know.. it’s word by word… and not all the words either

O mihi tam mitis aut sicut videt lupum listening..he scriptor decentral?
o, a, a, kerbumplof.
It clamor Vocatis feminam
Bang, anima mea, et
in secreto cubiculi tui
Ker mi eu
Thor.War
procellarum fulgur
saluto vos
AAAAAAhhhhhhhhh
Me, oh, o me, haesit hic me in mea sulcus
Da mihi electrica impulsus, tacita treatment.Sulk, amabo, Argentina.
strigibus, clamatis, sensi vos vigilo.
, Palpate pluma
me, et in pulverem;
Glug!
video per eas et tunicam tuam tollere
, amplectar et retorto ad collum tuum habebis, et
Bong!
non ad me accedas usque
lupi non
bene gaudet
, quia ingemisco ego, et meditationes et supercilium
, ipsa suus ‘a nutter,
iter
ululate
clamatis
tantibus
agendum est:
Odisti me,
et non rursum vocare ut vestri ‘ iam hic
non es exspectata.
Ego claudere ostium
in vestri tabernus
Oh, quod sic.
illustrarunt fulgura, et
ite in tabernacula vestra
, ut verisimile est, carmine
male concepit
Aquila dum venio enim ego
cadit montem …
scree ardentis.
ego nunquam volo Dulce te iterum videre, babe.My anatis.
Lorem ipsum dolor sit relinquere, et a caritate me.Cheers
Ut ok.I intellego.
Aspidem Admisit spiritu constitutus
Per bot effuge!
No thud
No dach
sunds VAGIO.
Tempus meum tea biscuit et
cocto duplum
sed vos erant
ab ab aa abest a aaab aahaa
eros
No.No.no
mihi non credo, tibi
fila, succide, et suspendite ea de iterum
O bloggers.Go cubitum
nunc
quomodo
Mein eschreitschzung.Flightschzung.Nachtschzung
blung .blung
dele me de
me atramentum maculata.
Ut inimicos tuos, ut curvum, et mundus
me, et attende tibi Duis congue
Et, immo vero
, quod suus ‘venit et bene
murem insidias Satin ‘
Vide Rockefeller
dilabantur et
Affer sacculum Plath scriptor Sylvia
exiguo charta.
faciebat scitis?
Numquid scitis?
Numquid sudor
Bang?
Thud.My in cælo ceciderunt super millpond
Non fumigant prope me
et ego adepto exuritur
enim vos odit
aut iustus volo an proni et E ad
AEQUALITAS
Droom, droom
Dee
Bag
bug
Ted ad lectum
ubi quam nuptiis ut
cum alia muliere,
non ad secundam
Mathilda
off suus ‘perfectus nostrum
Brang.Blong
Eschreitchzung
Fleightschztung
Herr Meightschrung!
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Getting better each day

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Dr Ioulios Palamaras [an expert at Mohs surgery and other skilled techniques]He is not paying me BTW

World class dermatologist with a good sense of humour

Well maybe it was worth 22 injections of anaesthetic  to be cured [or is it healed ?]by God,nature and a human being with special skills

But which glasses to wear and how many pairs?

I have a fancy for teal coloured frames but I can’t go outside yet!

Meanwhile the cats seem to have no problem…wonder what they want?

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photo big specs

Yes we used to wear big spectacles once upon a time… they were sometimes too big

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It’s a cat’s life alright, they need no sunscreen nor hats..Why,I could wear the cat on my head if only she would keep still!Maybe two would be even better.cat-reading-book2_zpsac56a3ddMaking good progress here.She’ll soon have her D.Phil [Oxo] and then  her own office too.photo 3 specs

I wonder how many pairs of spectacles  I can wear at once and will they get me onto the right track in life?

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Life is sometimes very painful  but we forget when time passes and we are grateful for the surgeon who saves our life…but never put elastoplast over a deep incision… it took me an hour top recover from rcat-reading-a-book-with-glasses-600x384emoving this the pain was so bad…I put it on so I could wear my specs.Never again.I’ll just get a guide cat instead.She will know how to get to Cafe Nero…

Love will return one day

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Some days are sad and blue
And then we feel lonely too;
Or we cause rifts.
Some days are doldrum days.
Some days are like bad plays.
Not such a gift.
 Most days have joyful parts.
Most days we lift our hearts.
They pass all too swift.
Some days love speaks to me.
Some days I feel so free.
I love my craft.Life is a patterned weave.
Love helps us when we grieve.
Love is a raft.

See how the sun comes back.

See how light fills the gaps..

Some days we laugh.

Weep now and I’ll weep with you.
I have known sorrow too.
Yet sorrow will pass.

Joy is not far away.
Joy will return one day….
L With life’s arts and crafts

Schizophrenia: Hidden torment…

Well worth reaing

huttriverofnz's avatarPeters Place

Mental Health: From a Canadian perspective.

Improved Treatments Ease A Cruel Disease

It’s quite horrendous. First of all, you’ve got somebody that you love, a child that you’ve raised And then suddenly, the child becomes a crazy person.

June Beeby speaks with disarming candor – her way of dealing with the horror that befell her family. It began in 1979, when Beeby’s 17-year-old son, Matthew, started to hallucinate. Diagnosed as schizophrenic, the boy stayed at home in Toronto as his condition worsened. In his madness, Matthew believed that God wanted his mother and his sister Susan, to die. Frightened, Beeby tried to have Matthew committed so that he could be treated. But, she discovered that this was virtually impossible without Matthew’s consent – which he would not give. Then on a dark, cold day in February, 1981, Beeby arrived home to discover her son dead in a pool of blood…

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The experience of being alive

Beautiful quote and image

drbillwooten's avatarDr Bill Wooten

“I don’t believe people are looking for the meaning of life as much as they are looking for the experience of being alive.” Joseph Campbell

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Quod erat demons tantrum

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He rolled his eyes on the television.Je ne pays pas son license.
She met his eyes down the street en passant and pleasant
His eyes narrowed as they passed through the Thames Barrier;quod errant demons tantrum
His eyes were askew as they sailed in the dinghy down the river bed.Que sera tara
His eyes said,hello babe.Non erat liberace
His eyes roamed about wildly. Kyrie eleison
The cat’s eyes were missing as they drove down the main road. Ite missa pest
His eyes were all over her and she was a full bosomed lady of ample means. Heilige snacked
Her eyes never mated with his although he gave her a large glowering look.Stille nacht.
Your eyes are not sharp enough,the teacher said as I broke the lead in my pencil.Mal a la tete!
His eyes melted the ice round her heart as they caressed her with tender pity.
Oh,mio solo
His eyes spoke volumes but no-one wrote it down so it is lost to posteriority.Amen
Her eyes were as hard as diamonds but in reality she was a soft touch.O mio sho low
My eyes dropped and I looked ashamed of myself.Kyrie illusion
My eyes stammered all down his sweet face. Que sera?
Her eyes ran and so did she…. that seems logical to me.QED
My eyes watered and the plants were rejuvenated.Non tolerante les diables.
Your eyes are too bold,the doctor said.Wear dark glasses and keep away.Niger est superiore
I put my eyes on hold and then forgot!Esta la vista de pleurs
Do eyes count? Numinousity
Are eyes free? Liberare mei
My eyes twinkled when I read his letters.Je s’adore.
My eyes are just stars really.Visible retinae
My eyes are in bed today,Ou est le trouve?
My eye,my eye,my kingdom for an eye..le chat est mort d’arth

The lifeboat

We are in this boat together

 Sailing across the bay.
Some have an easy voyage,
The wind is blowing their way.
I wish I could always be sailing
Across a wide ocean with you
And never reach the other side
though it may be in view.
I want to see the sunrise
Across the dappled sea.
The ripples of the water
Reveal a new world to me.
One day this boat will reach the shore
Unless destroyed by storm
And I shall have to leave your arms
Where I have been so warm.
So just before we get there
I wanted you to know
That I shall always love you
Wherever you may go.

Fear of Grimsby

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I suffered from terrible schemes at Wembley , but I never even knew!

What is so blunderful about men,anyway?

Men can’t carry a mobile in their bras…. is that just? If it fair?

I wish I could meet the Lord…I mean Freud.

Is  it ever too late to cure a prognosis or to endure a diagnosis?

Please do not sleep when scolded

Please wear a frown in bed always especially when harried
Please have clean sex everyday, especially on Sundays.
Please change your underwear gaily.
Please wash your aunts every night especially in summer time.
Please keep your cuneiform safe.
Please wear a cat when out of doors.
Please carry your loves in winter.
Please take your trews off before entering.
Please be a delight at all times.
Please do not let your roes glow.
Please remember you are not abreast.
Please nip envy in the blood.
Please use your body as I would

Your funny face

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Photo in North London

Thanks for all your calls and emails,
Thanks for caring that I’m here.
In my darkest,lonesome moments
These replies will keep you near.

Thanks for answering all my letters
Thanks for the time you give ,
Thanks for sharing your deep thoughts,
And being so generous with your love.

Thank you for your wit and grace,
Thank for your funny face.
Thank you for your bright blue gaze and
Thank you for your warm embrace.

Thank you,thank you,thank you,thank you.
Love you ,love you,love you,Love.
Thank you,thank you,thanks to you,
Because,because,because,Because.

You keep me debating all through my rhymes

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Please do not bite your males in church.
Please answer males as soon as possible.
Please do not sulk on the grass
Please keep your own pencil in a base.
Please do not roll heavy bones down this hill.
Please bring your own balls to the play group.
Kindly keep your oughts to yourself….
Please be positive about the negative.
Sometimes the best thing in life is a pee.
Please find your own gay home.
Please turn off your moans in the hospit.
Please be illicit with your desires.
Sometimes it’s better to keep your nuts to yourself
He was buried in the seminary with large marble headphones.
Please defend yourself when prepacked.
Please offend yourself well after dark.
Please keep your louse tidy and well aired.
Please thrash your hands before putting in eye drops.
Please do not bare at the ladies on the lawn
They say noble violence will soon break out all over.
Public disorder not followed here.
Your rioting is illegible.See me after school.If you can’t read this please phone me on my cell drone.
The fielding was a disgrace too the world of wiki
Keep on waving all night…but don’t get basted pleas

The tide turns and life alters

Church at night

Have you ever had a dream,
That you were all alone?
Have you lived with someone handsome,
With a heart like a cold stone?
Have you drowned in deep,cold rivers,
And been lost in shadowed caves?
Have you lived with too much fusion,
Till you drowned in ghostly waves?
The waves run down the sea shore,
Then up they come once more.
The tide turns and life alters..
Deep on that ocean floor.
You were so beautiful and silent,
Like a sword without its sheath.
I should have let you take me,
The way you took away my breath.

In his own lone wishes he is trapped

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No woman ever can be what he dreams

Nor can such give comfort on the road.

Yet every night he plots and thinks and schemes.

And rarely does he ever go abroad.

No food he eats will satisfy his tongue.

The best wine is as naught to mother’s milk.

He grumbles and will not admit to wrong.

I ‘ve known more men than him of this same ilk.

No bed can be the right one for his sleep.

No sheets and pillows suit his wary skin.

He often has made gentle maidens weep

Crying out they’are fat or boney thin.’

Beware the man who never can adapt

For in own lone wishes he is trapped

Daddy

Depths of my soul

In the deepest depth of soul
When I am left alone,
An image rises up,
A picture carved in stone.
I see the red brick house,
Its windows like two eyes.
The door is left ajar
Nearby a white cat lies.
I see the children play
Their marbles stand in line.
I see their fathers come
But I never see mine.
What evil did I do
To drive him into night?
I am too small to ask,
And do not have the right.
Oh,will he come again,
Like Jesus will they say?
I want to see him now
And never to go away.
I stand always aside,
And watch and look and learn.
I cannot be a part,
Much as my sad heart yearns.
Oh,I long to have him back.
I long to see his face.
No-one else can ever fill
This painful empty space

The song of love

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Although I can’t see you,I know
You are listening; the arcitecture of my heart
Is structured round this form
alone.I sit here dreaming,hearing the bows
as they most tenderly cause vibrations
sending the song of love through the air;
as also do the strong yet gentle bells ringing
on the collars of goats on a far away mountain.
I know it’s your music; I heard it
when I first looked into your Pyrenean eyes
and knew who you might be.
A pebble is tossed languidly into a lake
yet ripples spread out across the world.
Such deliverances as we find will only
link us further,as we dance,the elegant dance
of the knowingly brave
who never give in,
but will always keep in step with the world
as it turns around and whirls past flashing silver stars
until its time has come.
Yet the music we create remains for ever
floating through the air,
like perfume of these late roses
as I walk down the garden
into the intolerable green newness of this tangled wood,
which startles me with its violent wistfulness.
Oh,come now…I hear your footstep on the road.
It’s the wind sighing eloquently,
knowing you have gone away
into the dark and the deep.where new life is formed
and I wait for you,fierce yet kind, with tender love.
I offer my heart to the world
and this music takes me.

Dancing on knives

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We were dancing to a tune,a tune I’d heard before.
We were spinning together across the polished floor
But as I moved towards you,you moved the other way
And I knew then,you heard quite differerent music play.
I made my mistakes,yet I thought you understood
Realisation comes down on me in a sudden flood.
You’re just a stranger who seemed to know the dance
And I thought you loved me, but that was merely chance.
I’m so foolish, so foolish I give my heart away
I make errors then,of course,I pay.
Why don’t I learn more sense? Why do I repeat
The dance I am dancing, which leads on to defeat?
Oh,I’ll still keep on dancing for dancing is my life;
And like Andersen’s mermaid I walk always on sharp knives.
So foolish, so foolish my artless loving heart
I dance though I know this dance will tear my soul apart

I love your romantic nose…let me get some water for it.

Goodbye and may you rest in pieces for ever. Cleo.
I never wish to be you again,Antony.
I have re-drawn my boundaries so we no longer intersect…Eve.
Thank you for the white feather,Jay.
I never want to flee from you again.Anne.
You promised me a nose pardon,not a humorous growth,Hubert.
I’ll never prey on men again lest I meet you or your doppelganger,Billie.
This week my prayers are sponsored by Hewlett Packard.
You screamed like a hyena but then you went over the hedge and wanted love in the nettlebed.You are too rash for me,Tom.
I only married you for lack of other hobgoblins,Marie.
You are a very good actor but I need to get real,Pip.
If and only if you die I shall grant you eternal rest.So waken up and play,Tim.
Life,what’s it all but a doubt?,Joseph
He was only a simple witchdoctor but he bent all the world for me.

Become a better leaver

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since i lost you i have lost
the keys to my heart
the front door key
my mobile
and my money

now all i have is a large tube of ibuprofen gel max strength
and some feathers from the tail of a baby wood pigeon
that flew into our house when i left the back door open

maybe i need better boundaries
closed doors
and windows

the wood pigeon was so strong its agitation rocked the front door like a thundergod
like you,it did not realise
there are easier ways to leave
than smashing through glass
leaving shards to pierce my heart
not to mention my feet

become a better leaver
have mercy on those other lovers
for charm wears thin but courtesy is everlasting
like love itself