Month: Aug 2015

I prefer the free flow

I don’t want to write any sonnets;
Nor to hear any Wagner Teutonic.
I prefer the free flow
of poetry to go
around the world of the essence Platonic.

Of course some folk like odd  mnenomics
Others prefer to read comics
Do you draw cartooons
Or to writing presume?
I would were it more economic.

If only women could wear flowered bonnets
Bad hair days would disappear,innit?
The bhurka is dandy.
and veils come in handy.
This head gear looks almost up to the minute.

Do we want to be equal?

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A jug by  Katherine
It seems that many  men and women loved ”  Fifty shades of grey”  which is sado-masochistic..I fear I only managed 5 pages and tossed it aside like an oldglove,as my husband used to say.But just now I was reading a little of a book whichmentions an issue close to that

The Death of Sigmund Freud: Fascism, Psychoanalysis and the Rise of Fundamentalism

Mark Edmundson
Quote:Freud became preoccupied by tyranny.. with human beings hunger  for power…and  with the human desire to be dominated…..
Freud appeared to believe many of us like to be dominated and certainly the way many women dress nowadays and indeed in the last two hundred years at least in  Europe seems to show that they are prepared to suffer pain in order to gain male attention with shape-wear,underwired bras,high heels and also plastic surgery.
and they will do  all that to get a man and then complain when he asks them to boil a few hundred handkerchiefs or make a bed.Actually we bought our bed in a shop but you catch my drift?Do we really wissh to be equal politically or personally?

It was not sin that brought death and its sighs,

The summertime evaporates like mist

Revealing  golden leaves albeit but few.

No longer by bright flowers are our eyes kissed.

No longer do leaf buds appear anew.

Some changes in our lives are like this too.

We do not see  the moment as life turns

We think we still ascend with growth anew

And wisdom ,sense and vision are all spurned.

It is not for our sins that we must die.

For life and death are  two sides of a whole.

It was not  sin that brought death and its sighs,

This is a myth to keep priests in control.

Changes are invisible at first.

Let’s not act as if we are accursed.

Is God a foreigner? Am I the Queen?

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Christians believe Christ rows from the bed but in the Bible it says he went out fishing and you can’t do that in bed… unless you are on a canal boat.And there were few canals 2,000 years ago apart from ear canals.

Then later Jesus ascended into Devon.It must have been Dartmoor as that is quite high.Luckily there was no prison there then!Imagine it.

Later they believe Jesus sat at the right end of his father.I don’t know the head from the tale.It sounds fishy to me.

I don’t believe God wanted  children because in those days there were no Benefits  that is the only reason immigrants have children isn’t it?

As for whether God is foreign.Well,he’s definitely not English nor even British ergo he is a Foreigner.What do you think of that?That will fox the Government.So as he never applied for asylum he is also illegally here and will soon be in prison.

Well,what do you know folks!Not much,I guess.

Talking is better than texts

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I rarely tell lies to my lovers
As round me like  blackbirds they hover.
I never succumb
Which makes them feel glum,…
But love is not worth all the bother.

I prefer conversation to sex
And I prefer money to cheques.
We all have our view
On what we should do.
I even prefer talking to texts

While life was somewhere else

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After the fall

If I go I won’t tell you

I’ll just disappear one day.

Like when a cigarette ,which seemed so long,

suddenly has become smaller

and you never noticed it

because you were talking

about the meaning of life

while life was somewhere else

blown away with your smoke

into the sky

and then dispersed

never quite visible again

but still floating on the breeze

hoping to be caught

in a butterfly net

but unable to communicate

except by flying.

If I go it will not be today

but it will be an ordinary day

no one will realise

that it’s that day

that the bird flies

from her nest

to go to a new place

only seeing the deserted nest

he realises,

my bird has flown

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Love is not love

“Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the Star to every wandering barque,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.”
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

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Healing medicine

I lie back in  my weather-proofed green chair
To gaze up at the flowering maple tree.
Now, touched by sun,lungs full of scented air
I embrace with joy the  natural beauty I  can see.

Old celandine show brightly by my feet
Neglected currant bushes straggle round the path
There is no birdsong yet a silence sweet
Soothes my heart and quietens my wrath.

For my heart's sore and anguished is my mind
Yet in this little wood I feel deep calm.
My eyes are shadowed and my face is lined.
May this green  space bring me a gentle balm.

For even in depression and deep grief,
The mind makes healing medicine of a leaf.

It is this! Now for the greens

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My husband fell over in May and the lamp is still broken!

Symptoms due to anaemia are caused by the reduced amount of oxygen in the body.

  • Common symptoms include tiredness, having little energy (lethargy), feeling faint, and becoming easily breathless.
  • Less common symptoms include headaches, heartbeats suddenly becoming noticeable (palpitations), altered taste and ringing in the ears (tinnitus).
  • You may look pale.

Other symptoms may include numbness is your hands and feet. Some people may also have depression.

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Safe buses? Now they will see me cry on CCTV!

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Dear Mrs B

Thanks for your call of 10 August about a bus driver on route 8. I’m sorry for any distress that a driver caused you at C Road. and I hope you’re alright after what happened.

The safety of our customers and road users is our highest priority. Poor driving or driving without due care is simply unacceptable.

I’ve brought your complaint to the attention of Metro the bus operating company that runs the route  for us. With the information you’ve provided, the driver will be identified.When a complaint like this is made, a manager will call the driver in for an interview and the CCTV footage will be viewed to support your complaint. After this, based on the findings, appropriate action will be taken.The route operators have a range of disciplinary measures which can be taken, depending on the incident and the individual’s disciplinary record.We continue to monitor driving performance, to ensure that high standards are maintained. Every month we carry out over 600 Driver Quality Monitoring surveys. This provides us with technical assessments of their driving skills. Drivers are assessed on acceleration and braking, as well as the use of mirrors, doors and road positioning.We also work closely with London police forces, local authorities and other relevant organisations, to make our city’s roads safer for everyone. Bus drivers are highly trained by the operator which employs them, to run their vehicle safely and competently at all times.

Once again, I’m very sorry for what happened and understand this must have been deeply upsetting for you. It’s really important for us to meet and exceed our customers’ expectations. This means your feedback will help us improve our services.

Help at last

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About two years ago I asked the manager of W.H Smith’s  where they sell books.stationery, and computer stuff,why the chair in the basement ,where the books, are had gone.He said it got in the way.But it’s a very big basement.When I told him I could not browse the books whilst standing…

Go and shop on the internet! he replied rudely.

Well,I do mostly but I like to actually go out on Saturdays and see people and children wandering around especially now in summer time.

Today I went in there and felt a bit odd so I sat down on the stairs .. luckily I was wearing jeans not a dress.When I got up I lost the handle of my stick and it  bounced and crashed down the stairs.Two assistants came running.I told them what the manager had said.

They replied,just ask when you come in and we will br\a chair out.So I am really pleased about that.Then I went into a new Indian shop doing phone repairs etc and bought a memory card for my phone.They were so kind it was a pleasure to be there.And the man even showed me that I should keep the little plastic surround which I can put the card into and download that way.It’ s interesting the since I have a Windows phone it seems to send photos to Onedrive which is handy.I don’t know how good the photos are but I always found Nokia good enough for me.

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We don’t know ourselves

Photo0781Oh how I long,I long  to meet with you

Beside the lilac filled with honey dew.

I’d hold you gently in my arms and say

You are me and I’m in love today.

Where is the wickedness in l oving all our self?

Even in the night and when it’s done with stealth?

I dream, I speak and understand myself

Enriched forever with this new and  precious wealth

And then I’ll love my neighbour if he’s very kind

And if he has a free and open mind.

For if we love ourselves we are relaxed

And so we need to make no cold attacks.

was in fragments lying on the ground

Until these bits a passing angel found

I was put into a kiln to bake

Thus now I am a brick or maybe a sponge-cake.

Let’s enjoy our humour as we come and go

And as the laughter starts yet tears may flow.

For I was you and you were me not long ago

Accept our losses as we onward flow…

The river runs,the clouds blow by

The heavens open yet my mouth is dry.

Don’t ask a question that begins with why.

Remember just we live and then we die.

Oh,send me roses and your orchids wild

I have loved flowers since I was a child

So when I die, let them die too

First covering me in scent and fragrant dew.

To mystery and darkness we are sent at last

As nightfall comes and our day has passed.

To dreams of heaven and the long ago

When Eden was on earth and gentle winds did blow

Moses was an Eruption

Freud wrote a book called Moses and Monotheism during the transition he was forced to make  to the UK from Vienna  owing to fear of Nazi arrest and its consequences.His four sisters all died in those Concentration Camps.In this book he apparently suggests that Moses was Egyptian.Edward Said has also written a book about Moses.Some people say he was a ruler in Egypt who had to leave for political reasons….He was obviously very talented.

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Moses was an Eruption I hear.So he had to be kept warm in a basket.
Then Foureyes daughter let him gloat  down on the  River Nile…till a bull rushed him
Then he turned into a shrew and found God.. or God found him
But God would not let him find Galilee so he found Emilee ,Loelee and Phoeebilee linstead.
He had many children such as Matthew,Hark,Look and Gone.They were all men and had more children with no wives.They didn’t have any women so who did Cain and Abel marry?Eve?
Is this what Freud never realized… men used to marry their mothers and later their daughters who were also their sisters,Crikey,what a blunder
Blimey what is this Bible?Libel?
As we were taught in school Daniel lived with a lion and a lamb.I’m unsure if they had children…. it might explain a lot if they did.
And finally Solomon was very wise.It was easier then when there was no judge or jury to stop him cutting a baby in two… well, he was just pretending.
I say,the Shrews were very shrewd and clever.Like who told Adam and Eve what to do before Masters and Johnson wrote that book.. the Human Textual despondency?
In any case Adam could not read.In fact they didn’t write either.And to think children here can write so young.Adam and Eve were a bit lacking but they have lots of family
Everybody on Earth… pity they are dead and can’t see us though Goodness knows they’d be shocked if they saw our behaviour with our family

Naughty mirth

I'm learning to swear and to curse
And to make my poems sound worse and worse
But when I shouted, oh f**k
It was just my bad luck...
I was standing right next to a hearse.

So then I thought, oh what the hell,
My mind's as unsound as a bell
I cried,what a b*gger
And scared off a mugger.
So here I am all alone in a dell.

Is there a future for the pure on the earth
For those who don't swear and don't curse?
Cor blimey,you're quaint
Is you a saint?
I almost feel we could write naughty mirth

That red mist

He said he needed three square meals a day .So far she’s not found him a square plate.

He said he liked to sin three times a day so they divorced and lived happily with laughter.

He used to go to Confession weekly until the priest gave him an extension to finish his list once and for all.Otherwise  he’ll   get a doctorate in doubt and rumour.

How do we know when the time is ripe?

The future’s not ours to flee.

Why don’t rolling stones get a gloss?

We used a milk bottle as a rolling pin but now it seems  pastry is in cardboard boxes in the supermarket

I like sausage and trash once a week.

Why did  any cooks boil the wrath?What do they want.. a red mist?

I  threw out a loaf and my husband as well.Let him  bleat to nerds.

God is a cat and other illogical conclusions

  • Mary was on a step ladder in the bathroom spying on her husband Stan,through a hole in the wall…which he had drilled for spying on women  who were sunbathing semi-nude intheir back gardens.He was climbing over the fence with Emile their cat on his shoulder.I think it’s so ridiculous, she muttered .Surely Emile  can jump over the fence by himself.But Emile was very limp,she saw belatedly,He can’t be dead,she whispered to herself fearfully.She jumped down off the and hit her head on a tap… a dan gerous event for a human with weak retinas

    Oh,my!That hurt…I’d better be careful.  she murmured and she flew down stairs  toStan in  the kitchen
    Emile has got concussion, Stan said mournfully.
    Is he not dea perhaps,?she wondered anxiously.
    No, he only fell off Annie’s roof.I am sure he’ll come to.
    Good Lord.What made him go up there and more important,how did he do it?
    You’d better ring 999,he informed her gently
    If you say so ,my dear.I’d do anything you ask..
    Don’t put on that act! he said
    I mean it.
    A bit late now.
    What do you mean?
    After 40 years with your mind on Wittgenstein,Pascal and Kierkegaard,do you think I don’t know you made a mistake marrying me
    But whoever I married,I’d have read those same writers…
    Umphh,said Stan dolefully.
    Just then Dave,the bisexual transvestite paramedic ran in.
    Poor Emile,what have you done?
    He fell off Annie’s roof, but we have no theory as to how he got there,said Stan.
    Well, there’s no need to think of that… we  deal with reality.That’s my modus operandi!
    He gave Emile the kiss of life.Emile came to…but was not pleased
    Why did you waken me up? I was having a lovely dream of walking down a silver path where I saw a big cat with shining fur and tender eyes looking at me.He just began to miaow when some f**king idiot woke me up… was he God?
    I can’t say,Emile,dear.But please do not swear.
    I’ll do whatever I f**king well feel like,Emile said. nastily
    Good heavens, what has happened.Has he been reading dirty books?
    No, he was watching East Enders on TV… they all use the f word constantly.
    Well,Emile.God will have to wait… he’ll be glad if you do some kind work here on earth.
    Up yours,said Emile.I am sick of living here. I’ve been hoping for years Stan would mate with Annie but he has only managed a deep kiss.
    Perhaps it was the kiss of life,said Mary hopefully as it pained her to think Stan no longer desired her that way.
    Well, in a sense,you might have hit the snail on the bed said Stan thoughtfully.I know any further mention of philosophy will drive me  utterly and eternally mad!
    Now,Dave said,shall I make you some hot  tea?
    Thank you Stan responded.I am half crazed already.Tea may save my sanity.But for what?
    Annie came in wearing her brick red trouser suit and a white sun hat.
    Did you know Emile was in a hot air balloon,she said in tones of wonder.How has he got down so fast?
    I f**king well fell out, the cat yawned proudly.Then I had a near death experience until this loon here brought me round.
    Emile,I ’ve never heard you swear before! she whispered in a strange manner reminiscent of thoset silent films starring unnamed and forgotten beauties of long ago.
    Do you like it,baby? Emile asked.
    No I don’t. I’ve never said F*ck in all my life.
    Well you have now,the cat informed her with a naughty smile.
    I think he’s possessed by demons.We’ll have to have him exorcised.
    But I like demons,Emile bawled .I’ve been good all my life and I am bored and depressed.
    So you believe swearing will help more than therapy?
    Emile got up and lit a cigarette nonchalantly with a certain ,je ne sais pas.
    Good grief,he’ll be having sex on the sofa next ,said Stan.
    What a good idea,said Emile, but I want my own room and an en suite..I mean to impress the next girl friend I have.
    Dave drank some tea and watched these old folk ponder.
    I am wondering where we went wrong,said Mary.All these years we’ve educate you privately and even had you baptised.
    Well.I am going to be a Jew,said Emile.
    I don’t think a cat can be a Jew… and you never ever had any interest in the spiritual before,why this?
    Well,when I was unconscious I realised that God exists….
    But why be a Jew?
    Well,they were the first to see God in a Burning Brush.
    And the last too, I hope,thought Annie nervously.
    Well,said Stan.You want to smoke,swear ,make love and possibly enjoy wine and song.Is that not enough?
    Does God smoke and swear
    There was a long silence and Emile answered’
    Well,Yes he does.
    Im off said Dave.I have to ring the Pope.
    Why? asked Emile. I am not going be a Catholic….
    Well,said Dave, he ought to know that God is a cat.

And of reality no-one can tell

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Though full of direct knowledge of his fellows
Whose eyes and faces are a script humane;
Though voices sing to him like Lobos' cellos
In lack and loss and woe this man remains..

In times gone by,the voice and face sufficed.
Poets'  music  seemed to us almost  divine;
But now a subtle torture's been devised
To write with pen and letters intertwined.

This man, though wise like cat,or bear or owl,
Has failed in his acquaintance with the pen.
Nor does he have the words which politicians howl.
Nor can he read more than his list of sin.

For now the map is where the mind must dwell
And of reality,no-one can tell.

Watercolour love

Like  ancient watercolours washed by  rain,
Our hearts had mingled,yet our separate selves  remained.
Two watercolour pictures without frames,
Became  one picture over time;
Yet two  of us still there.
Our colours blended naturally,
Till  shades and hues were shared.
I loved your colours intermixed with mine:
Together they became a new design.
A watercolour  image  touched and stroked by rain
I, too,  shall go, yet our  tender Watercolour Love  ever remains


	


	



			
				


			

			
In such captive grief
		
	
	

		


How like a prison is my cubicle
How wary is  my body on this chair.
How still my heart and yet how truly fickle.
How fast it flies to you, who are not here.

How elegant your letters and your thoughts
How gentle was your touch upon my throat.
And yet you killed  my words and all I brought...
You were no lover but  a randy goat.

As in this mental jail I'm  neatly trapped,
I'll use this time to write and  perchance pray.
I hope my mind can recollect a map..
From which I'll plot the route to get away.

The prisons which seem external are inside
Yet in such captive grief some folk have died

	


	



			
				


			

			
A sentence is heard,
		
	
	

		






























Is the mind quite distinct from the brain?


I ask myself over again.


But answer comes not


To this London hot spot….


I avoid metaphysics in vain




We need to boot up our  own brains.


Limericks can take out  some strain.


Write a cute line


Or a sentence divine..


Then  keep writing   until  you’ve no pain
























THOUGHTS


WORDS ARE LIKE BEADS ON A CHAIN






1.

Words are like beads on a chain


Alone they can’t take any strain.


But joined up in gold


A sentence can mold


A prayer is repeated again.


2


Words cluster in larger groups


Waiting for writers to stoop..


Then instead of one word


A sentence is heard,


Some call this poetry soup.


3.


Professors do not create words,


which from the unconscious are lured


They only critique


What you and I speak.


After conversing and writing,that’s third.












	


	



			
				


			

			
Accident on the bus
		
	
	

		
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I have phoned Transport for London about the accident  and the man was amazed that neither the driver nor any passengers helped someone who was using a crutch at all after  the driver opened the doors too soon .I have not formally complained but they will phone the garage and ask them to discuss it as it comes under  “customer care” now we are customers.To me it’s just ordinary human decency.I shan’t use that bus again until I get stronger.

	


	



			
				


			
				


			

			
John Joe Brown,you were my man
		
	
	

		


































































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Oh,John Joe was a jolly man.

He was the one for me.

He had ten fingers on his hands,

And sometimes on my knee,


Oh,John Joe was my husband dear,

He slept upon my bed.

He had ten toes upon his feet,

No man was better bred.


Oh,Dear John Joe did pass away,

Whilst he lay on the grass.

And now I ‘ve no one next to me,

How slow the night hours pass.


I love John Joe with all my heart,

I’ll never love a man

The way I loved my dear John Joe.

I don’t believe I can,


I read a twenty dozen books,

And went for therapy.

But all I want is my John Joe

In bed aside of me.


Oh come back ,John,Oh come back ,Joe

Don’t you leave me here.

Oh,John Joe I can’t live without

MY husband lying near.

Oh,life’s so simple,life’s so clear,

We all need work and love,

I have my work cut out today

A grieving for my dove

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Oh,John Joe Brown,you were my man.

I’ll not have any more.

I wish I lay within your arms

Were oft I’ve lain before.


I’ve never lain wi’ no-one else

And never will again,

If I can’t have my sweetheart John,

I’ll not have any man.


Oh,come back ,John,Oh,come back, Joe

Don’t lay down in the grass.

I’ll bake thee cake and mutton pies..

So sweet the hours shall pass.