He once fell in love with an artist
Whom he courted with care and with tact
But when she moved in he was angry
Because she wasn’t matter of fact.

She liked to dream and to wonder
As she wandered the fields all day long.
He got  annoyed and nastily riled..
As forever she sang her own song.

She did not dream of his hankies
Nor boil them and scrub them each week,
She didn’t cook him his breakfast
Though she was was exceedingly sweet.

When he cursed loudly,she grumbled
She said he should be polite.
He was aggressive and angry
Because he believed he was right.

He sat down on his armchair
And listed down all her defects…
When she came in, he cursed again,
To teach her to have more respect.

Why are you not that angel
With golden and curly long hair?
Why did you trick me and trap me?
I am hurt and you don’t even care.

You didn’t know me, she answered
You constructed a mate with your mind.
And when you got to know me well
You didn’t realise you’d been blind.

I have done nothing to hurt you.
I am just who I always was.
You are angry I don’t fit your dreaming.
You’ll find out that no woman does

She packed her bag and departed
And he felt so lonely and lost,
But he knew he should stick to his principles
However dreadful the cost.

We all have our expectations
But we cannot read each others’ minds.
We assume we have found our soul mate
So attack her for being unkind.

In fact we treat others as phantoms
As ghosts from the back of our minds.
We rarely realise they are other
For we prefer to be blind.

We think we’re conversing and seeing
But we are talking, in the main, to ourselves
We have no Imagination
In fantasy blind we all dwell.

Yet there may be someone surprising
Who will give us a chance to be known….
But who dares to open their heart…
In case they might act like a clown.

Time is passing so swiftly
We need to let go of ideals.
We will die alone without knowing
That we can meet someone real.

He cooked his own goose with one stroke and hit the nail on the head.Which is more than one can say for her.
There’s no smoke without a fire, as the farmer said to the pig.
In my view I’m not a racist I’m British and proud of it.The empire was of great benefit to the natives on all sides.
Well.look at it from my perspective.
Many a trouble has its double
Bless me Father,I have twins.Through my fault,through my fault,through my most grievous fault.
No need to boast.Just keep the home fires burning if you’ll pardon the expression.
I just can’t cry any more.Too many crooks spoiled the broth and I can’t blame them as we’ve all been in the same position more or less,bar the missionaries of course.I’ll tell you what I think;we’re all mad as that hatter who lived in a shoe.And he didn’t know what to do by a long chalk.He wasn’t Jewish,which was a shame.It wasn’t his fault.I blame his parents.Definitely.What could he do?He had psychoanalysis for thirty years but was never circumcisedd so he couldn’t pass for Jewish even with his hat,beard and vocabulary.If only he hadn’t gone to the gents he could be praying in the synagogue right now,although admittedly it was burned down by that Himmler chap and his cronies.There was always something of the barbarian about those Nazis… say what you like but I’d never trust one further than I could throw him,in a manner of speaking.You know what I mean;it’s horses for courses although I don’t know any Jewish jockeys myself.i think they prefer lions ot possibly antelopes.Have you ever seen a gazelle pulling a cart?Me,neither.That makes two of us.Great minds and so forth.Well,I can’t keep listening all night.I’m off.I have other fish to fry.I’m so popular I’ve been framed.Why do women talk so much when they could be scrubbing the floor.It’s innate,you know.genetic.They’re wired for it and love a few brillo pads for Xmas or Channukka…say what you like but God did impregnate a lady of Hebrew ethnicity…life’s a puzzle to all of us but more so to men as we have no hearts to speak of.For God’s sake,be quiet or I’ll call the police.
Talking isn’t illegal, is it?

The owl can see with wide and narrow view
Focuses  both poets and artists knew.
The broad sweep on the canvas makes a place
Where details and designs can have their space.

What God endowed the owl with such excess;
When all her progeny enjoy such   bliss?
 I think,  where is the snake with frightening hiss?
What startling accident  created this?

Eagles,hawks and owls must kill to eat.
No blandishments nor kindness make them sweet.
What God could make an Eden this deceit;
Where lambs are snatched up while their mothers bleat

So God himself destroys to fill his leisure;
Such fearsome revelations show his measure.
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chronology_of_Shakespeare%27s_plays

Above is a link to Shakespeare’s plays

Wind in my pillows   [Life in a Cabin/Tent with no door.]
Save me,I’m a waspie         [Confused person demands help from a Bee ]
As you swipe it.             Use your card please while I watch]
As you wipe it ..[What an ass….keep it covered till later.]
As you spike it……………….[How to drug people senseful]
Did he take it. .[Bribes in modern life]
Did you bake it? [ White lies in between the courses]
As You Fake It…[Is anyone honest in bed?No,thank God!So far,so bad.]
As you take it.[All about saving thieves from me]
As I frighten it..[Get rid of daddy long legs.]
As you strike it..[ Do you think about the matches?]
Remedies for Terrier .[Dogs need psychotherapy too..]
Comedy of Worriers..[Why, is  there no trust is left in Society?]
Love’s Labor Costs [Even love needs money now]
Measure your Leisure..[Take away the last pleasures of free time with numbers.]
Merchant of Pennies.[I prefer pounds, but each to their own]
Sorry Lives of the Censored..[USA boobs again]
Midsummer Blights Schemes..[Too many leaves fell off the trees for devilment]
Julius Breather.[A break from antiquity at last’
Much Ado about Washing..[.Confessions of Dirty Married Men]
Taming of the Brew      [ How to make tea in a pot and live to drink it]
The Tempest missed.. [Lucky me]
Elves Night…[No.not again.Elves are too small or I am a giant]
Too gentle women may moan for her    [].Oh,dear.Highly Sensitive Women
Hinters fail.. [Some folk like me just never get it.Tell us straight.]
I never knew you ;oved me me till you were gone with the wind……[I sinned.]
Blind to men’s charms and hence not in their arms..[and other alarms]
Ring here…[Helpline for numb actors.]
The Bride and Seven other{polygamy or bigamy.Is it polite?]
A Gossamer Flight of  Day Dreams..[Spiders for Britain]
Kings Sneer      [Always an error]
Richard Who Dared..[Wars of the Poseurs]
MacDeath       [Stay off burgers]
MacClef      [Musical Version with real instruments]
Sing Dear  [Love for the well aged]

King Veered  [How Eddie lost the throne for lurv]

He was a picky person with a penchant for piss artistry
He liked to excite women with his studied impropriety.
He often went to bed with a woman of society
Then she would be troubled by her sudden notoriety.
As demanding as a pigeon with one eye and no stability;
Although he had been gifted with a wide range of abilities.
He always told the truth in a manner Jesuitical
It gave rise to deep wounds and to curious thoughts inimical.
He read between the lines and fantasised romanticly
He knew his Greek and Latin and corrected folk pedanticly.
He liked to drink ripe brandy and practise tantric gallantry.
Until it led to arguments and words fired off too franticly.
He said he felt real lonesome even when he was in intimacy
Wished he’d never bothered to lose his youth’s virginity
He did too much for others and got stressed out by an accident
Until his control broke and gave rise tp an incident.
So now he is in prison and finds it suits him perfectly.
He was made to be a hermit and he lives his life less jerkily.
All he misses now is the ladies so beloved of men…
He wonders if they can be jailed and share his cell and comfort him?

A fascinating interview with Claudine

I was feeling a trifle excited
The meringues were all stuck to the plate
The jelly was yellow
The custard was mellow
And the cream was too thick to inflate.

I was feeling a tart in the market
I hardly knew which slice to bite.
My heart felt like sponge cake
With jam and cream in a lake
I’ve a hard nut to crack in the night.

Four o’clock– and the sun’s still glowing
Four o’clock – of a colour bright day,
Up above, pink-tinged clouds are sliding
Down still sky, sweeping sun away.

Come back sweet sun, do not leave us.
Come back bright beams,I need sunlight
Down on earth,it’s witch moon darkness,
When your golden face is out of sight.

I see the orange tinged clouds extending
I feel such sense of sky lit bright.
But gently now, the mist surrounds you
And sweeps away that happy sight.

Into velvet blackness sinking,
The dazzling, dreaming darkness falls.
Goodbye to haste,and glare, and sunshine,
Time for reverie,night time calls.

On the night-trains gentle journeys,
On this trackless train we ride
Strange visions and haunting pictures
We will see in dreams’ designs.

In my night train,I’ll be happy
In such rich deep reverie.
We visit darkness in our sleeping,
There we learn its ecstasy.

Now we may have no God to hold us,
In His Hands of Living Love,
What will help us trust deep blackness
If there’s no Saviour from above?

Must we enter that great darkness,
Go back to dark from which we came,
Into dark all living creatures,
In that darkness find our home?

Trust the dark unknown, to hold us,
Trust the dark,both night and day.
Must we walk into that darkness
And trust it is our safest way?

I,for one, will be very glad when the Erection is over.
I hate all this Pugnacity we get daily.
I will never go Whoring or vote Rebarbative.
I would rather have higher relaxation,personally.
I think we sould examine our terrors daily.
I will be glad when we get Rising Tramps off the T.V.
I don’t believe loving men is so aggressive.
I am hoping to switch myself off before the Big Ray comes.
As for Canvassing,it’s for the deck chairs.
Ed Miliband is doing better than his enemies jeered.
In the end,it’s love that counts so get out your arithmetic books and begin now.. one,love yourself,two love your enemy,three….
I myself hate the Hellish vision we all watch nightly.
Why not try reverie for an hour or two?