Day: July 31, 2015

Is it stronger to be cruel

hunted  to hunter,no surprise

see themselves in victims’ eyes

want to heal, they want a cure

inflict suffering,can’t endure.

build new walls, recreate the past

cannot wait,must do it fast

relive history in the now

can’t escape,don’t know the how.

evil passes like a gift

race is offered to the swift

why do humans live like fools?

is it stronger to be cruel?

soon we too  must be away

life is over in a day

but while we live let us perceive

we have selves  and they deceive

The art by Elizabeth Bishop

Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

– Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Elizabeth Bishop

The creaks of loving:Stan gets a surprise

 Cracks in the pavement 3

A surprise

Stan and Annie have been having such a lovely time since Mary went off.Stan has quite given up his addiction to microfibre cloths and polishing the windows.He and Annie can now make love at night and go out for trips in the day time.
Emile’s diary is getting quite full although he is worried he may bebanned from sleeping on the foot of the bed soon as he may be in their way.How will he know what they get up to?
Luckily there is a gap at the bottom of the door so he should be able to see them in the mirror opposite the bed.They usually light the bedside lamp so as to see into each other’s eyes.
~Annie is a very bold,confident woman.Despite being rather plumper than is medically advised she loves her body and lives happily in it now she has true love.
One morning Stan goes down to make some tea whilst
Annie comes to.
“Stan,come here quickly!”
“What’s wrong,my little lamb chop?”
“I feel sick!”
“Was it those old sausages we ate up last night?”
“No,it’s a different sort of sick!”
“You don’t mean………..?”
“Yes,Stan,I’m afraid a miracle has happened!”
“But you are 55 and I’m 90.Surely we can’t have a baby!”
“Well,the ways of God are strange.” she murmured.
“I don’t want to bring God into it.” he riposted.
“Are you not pleased we are still fertile?” she asked
him humorously.
“Well,in the abstract I might be but in the concrete it
could be awkward.” he said furtively
“What do you mean?”
“Well,Mary will be coming back in a couple of months,you
know”
“We don’t have to tell her you are the father.I could
pretend it was the new Vicar at St Andrew’s”
“But he’s gay!”
“Not many men are able to resist my charms and skills.”
“I can believe that,”Stan answered lubriciously.
“But will you have to seduce him soon before he notices
you are pregnant>”
“I wasn’t thinking of actually going to bed with
him,”said Annie with a smile.
“Oh,dear.I was looking forward to that,”Emile murmured
under his breath.
“That would have made my diary into a best seller.”
“Gay vicar seduces middle aged harlot who is now
expecting.”
It sounds a bit like the old Bible stories except they
had no vicars in those days.But miracles like older
women bearing children did happen so…who knows?
Stan and Annie got dressed and went into the kitchen.
They were both looking confused.
“You don’t want an abortion do you?” he enquired
tenderly.
“No way.” she replied softly.
“I love you so much,I could not wish for more than to
“In that case,I’ll tell Mary.She is a very wise woman in
many ways,though a bit lacking in the earthjer side of
life.She has not slept with me for thirty years or
more.”
“Perhaps she thought you were too old?” said Annie.
“No,she never enjoyed it.She just put up with it as she
wanted a baby.”
“Maybe you did not turn her on!”
“I did my best,but she preferred reading Proust and
“I wonder of she has Asperger’s syndrome?”
“Well,they do find social life trying but I suppose she
can’t blame you for loving another?”
“No,she’s very broadminded.I’ll suggest we all move in
together.I’ll divorce her but she can have the big
bedroom and we’ll have the guest room with the en
suite.”
“I think this will be fun.”
“Well,not all of it but it will be intriguing,”
“So no need to seduce the Vicar,then?”
“We’ll leave him out of it.He might fall in love with
you and then what would happen?”
“God only knows,”She answered humorously as she went
into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.
Read more about this next week or it may be too late!

At any time

I planned my life in seven parts

the first is when the story starts

i thought I could use  my will power

and plan my whole life to the hour/

but one thing I was blind about

Until the lights were going out

The end may come at any time

in the middle of a rhyme

i might just  begin one line

with a perception very  fine…………….

but life is fickle and unfair….

where?

the end may come at any time

How an underwired bra saved a life

IMG_0286I wrote a post attacking underwires but then I saw they can save your life!But probably not in the UK

This is from Wikipedia

Accidents and attacks[edit]

There have been several cases where the underwire from a bra has helped deflect bullets or other objects, saving the wearer’s life. In 1996, the underwire of a girl’s bra helped save her life when she was impaled on a railing and, according to hospital personnel, the underwire from her bra probably helped deflect the spike from her heart.[53]There have been multiple incidents where bullets were deflected by the underwire of a woman’s bra, either keeping her entirely from harm, or directing the bullet away from the heart to another part of the body.[54] One such incident occurred in 2004 when a stray bullet shot by a member of the Ghetto Boys hit the narrow metal wire in Helen Kelly’s bra and was deflected away from her heart.[1] In 2008, a robbery victim was saved from being stabbed in the chest when the attacker’s knife was caught and deflected by the underwire of her bra.[2]

See also[edit]

Worries

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Radio Three is the station for me

As I shiver in bed with my tea

If  once men  made me hot

I’ve completely forgot

I might as well hug a large tree.

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My husband was excessively warm

Why his hands almost made my skin burn

He was  so affectionate and kind

He helped me to  unwind

When my worries seemed like a hailstorm

Don’t part without me

Please part without me.
Don’t regret your work.
My sword is in the wand.
Never make a promise.
Never delay your sorrow.
My work on earth is almost fun.
I pray each way twice.
Always take a penny in case you need to play a visit.
We have to pay as we wee in Euston.
They call the holy phone tariff,Pray as you go.
Is it cheaper to call God on a weekend or  disaster?
He spoke my heart.at sight
He will never say ” Worry”.
If you delete his comment he will make you prey to every grief in the world.
Did you ever read a look?
He said he read between the pines.
He is too sad for this girl.
If someone has a bad rabbit what ought they to chew?
He gave me dyslexia.So blind of him.
None so kind as those who bill not me.

He had  such a  perfect witch.

Under the lines

highlighted hand 4Pass  water on a dot?         I can’t relieve you,my dear.You need a pot.
Do pass the fluck to me if  you can beware to.You pig!I know your tart of man…be off.
He passed  on the shit by letter.Uttering crap was his lust.He just couldn’t stand himself.Still you love them,you hate them….it passes the flame.He has an electric wanket
  He passed  me with flying dolours….once a Catholic,always faintly guilty.In my case I  truly passed out with flying colors.You see,the red knickers were half price…no-one else wore them.I don’t know why they were  ever made, and no maid should have worn them.I was always out of the lurch of normality,if you grasp my scheming.I had a hare brain  and no mind to speak to except my doll with no head… it fell off,unlike mine,that’s china for you.Potheads are a bad ideaPlease read under each line today?????????????
To take the path of least consistency is hard for mathematicians but post-Go numdel it’s just one more hurdle
Play as you go where no man has been before.. into a launderette?
  His lips paid me such service,no-one since has matched his adroitness,yet he never knew my name…I was just one of a number of girl he loved in rotation… we were almost a constellation and definitely a consolation to each other united by hatred of the one we loved
  Pray for the riper woman  to be given a compliment
 I  just do not know  how pray through the prose.
  If he were not a man,I’d call him a bitch
Never wear pearls before wine is offered
Like two  pleas on an i pad in court.
  Wheel the onion with a running tap to stop your eyes running off
Can I  put a pencil in your orifice?
They gave us a penny for each thought we had thunken.I remember it so mistily as I never knew thought before.I was an intellectual virgin at that rhyme